Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

As the Sovereigns and High-level Mages moved through the area surrounding Wolfrior Forest on their way to Long Bay Correctional Facility, the four soldiers searching for their pentagrams were completely unaware of what was happening.

Days had passed since the start of these four's military rank advancement test, but they were still in the midst of their search. An area as large as the Wolfrior Forest might contain tens of thousands of living beings. This area was like an unorganized city, with life underground, on the surface, and in the air. With different races living there in their own ways, it could take a while for an individual to find their destination.

Not every being would be compatible with them, and even among those who were compatible, they might not have the necessary quality.

In normal situations, the best pentagram to be absorbed by a magician was the one formed by the body of a being that would pose a great challenge to them. This challenge wouldn't be impossible to overcome, but it wouldn't be easy.

If the pentagram were the best that the magician could absorb at their level, then it would be a lot of work for them to get it if they fought alone.

That was the case for the four soldiers who were searching for their essences in such an area.

However, while some of them had already found traces of their desired targets, others were still a bit further away from their goals.

...

In a cave in the east-central part of Wolfrior Forest, the body of a 3rd-stage beast was lying on the ground, and a dark liquid spilled out of it onto the floor of the shady cave.

In front of this creature was a sweaty blond man, his armor damaged here and there and stained with not only his enemy's blood but also his own.

Despite his bad appearance, this man in the royal army uniform was not seriously injured, with only superficial wounds on his body. But he was pretty exhausted.

'I can finally go after that bitch.' Eric thought to himself about one of his competitors while he had just reached his third pentagram.

'After I absorb this beast's pentagram, I'm coming after you, Nova!' He grinned mischievously, not wanting to finish his test before seeing his old academy crush again.

He sat down to meditate, regain his strength, and absorb that essence after that thought, not intending to finish his test before going to that woman.

...

While Eric was thinking about Nova, she cautiously followed one of her targets, a 3rd-stage bird compatible with her.

Given the difficulty of hunting winged creatures, Nova acted as cautiously as possible, waiting for the right moment to make a final attack that would at least temporarily remove the enemy's ability to fly.

While she did this, she hid in the branches of a large tree, her uniform stained with blood and dirt, signs of the battles she had fought to reach this place.

Like the other soldiers in this promotion test, Nova didn't know the location of her compatible beings in this forest. She had made a few mistakes at the beginning of her journey and had encountered groups of magical beings on several occasions.

But she hadn't yet encountered beings capable of endangering her life, and she had reached this point unharmed.

Her arduous journey brought her to the bird she was watching now, which she thought she could use to complete her test.

'It looks like you're getting ready to sleep, huh?' Nova watched the large bird open and close its eyes as if falling asleep.

'I'll wait a bit longer and do something!'

...

Meanwhile, a few dozen kilometers away from where the group of soldiers was hunting, Vicente made his way toward the Wolfrior Forest.

After leaving the tunnel he had gone through with his fellow escapees, he separated from them.

Sarah headed back to Millfall with Nico while the other five individuals went their separate ways, each with their own interests in mind.

Vicente had been the only one who had followed the path of the Wolfrior Forest, with the intention of risking a little more in that area because his pentagram of interest might be there.

He was currently heading at full speed towards the area Newton had pointed out, with no one following him for the moment.

Since he could use his abilities to fly and the five High-level Mages who had started to chase his group were focused on the other fugitives, Vicente was practically out of reach of the soldiers.

A soldier might come across him, become suspicious, and decide to take action. However, tracking him after a few tens of minutes of flight would be virtually impossible. 

How could you track a person who left no trace?

The disturbance to the free mana in the air caused by Vicente's flight was minimal. After a few minutes, it would disappear completely, returning to its pre-flight normal.

Consequently, despite his speed, Vicente was calm about his current situation.

So was Torne, who had been advising him on his way to the forest, showing Vicente alternative routes when more powerful beings appeared nearby.

It wasn't interesting for him to fight right now. As long as no Tempest Hawk was in their way, it was best to divert every 3rd-stage thing in their way.

On their way here, they had already dodged a few powerful magical beings and even avoided a group of soldiers unnoticed.

'Master, when the time comes for you to fight, let me help you a little. Your green pentagram will hardly be found in an ordinary 4th-stage magical being. You might have to fight a Sky Sovereign. Then I'll do my best to help you win.'

'Can you do anything, old Torne? I don't doubt you, but at your current level...' Vicente thought.

'It's not that easy, master. I'm really weakened, but all my instincts are still the same as when I was an Earth Sovereign. And even though I haven't reached the upper level of the 4th stage, my nature as a ghost allows me to do things that ordinary beings can't do.

If we were to really hunt down a 4th-stage Tempest Hawk, I could use my mental characteristics to disturb it. Although the beings of this race are mentally strong, it may not be easy to focus on two opponents while fighting mentally and physically.

Even though my level is currently at the 3rd stage, if we combine our strengths, we can express a 4th level of magic.'

Masters and slaves in the situation of Vicente and Torne could temporarily 'fuse' their magic cultivation and fight at a higher level.

It had its weaknesses and negative consequences, but it could be done for a few minutes.

'Then I trust you...' Vicente sighed. 'Anyway, how long until we reach the area where these beasts can be found?'

'Two hours at the most.'