The Traveling Wizard of Worlds

Beatrice's blood sword thrust directly at August's heart, even before he landed.

"Go to hell!" Beatrice watched as August was nearly impaled by her sword, unable to dodge in mid-air. A cruel arc formed on her lips.

"What—?"

The imagined sensation of flesh being pierced didn't come. The bloody sword seemed to have cut through thin air. Beatrice was startled, remembering how August had tricked her many times before.

She looked up in horror and saw August already landed, the barrel of his dark pistol pointed at her: "Goodbye!"

*Bang!*

Her young, beautiful face instantly exploded, the bullet penetrating her skull from the center of her face, blowing a huge, bloody hole.

"Phew, it's finally over!" August holstered his gun, and his rapidly beating heart gradually calmed.

To be honest, though August won easily in the recent battle, only he knew the danger involved.

August couldn't help but marvel at his good fortune, realizing that the minor spell he had casually chosen to investigate had saved his life.

Fortunately, he was only facing three apprentices. The attacking capability of mages at that stage was not exceptional, and he could barely contend with them.

"Mr. Mardo's strength is unfathomable, and I can't be of much help. I'll avoid him for now." August looked at the three corpses on the ground.

All three had died from headshots, so their deaths were quite gruesome. August smelled the blood spreading gradually in the air and couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth.

He decided to cross over immediately. That blood stench was unmistakable, and it would be terrible if another mage was drawn to it.

As The Umbral Cabal's main target, Mardo's strength within the entire Mercury Serpent, apart from the two founders, the Senior Mages, should be among the best. If he rushed in to face him, he might even hinder him. It would be better to avoid being in the spotlight in another world.

He had a feeling his advancement wasn't far off, and perhaps he could find some opportunities in another world.

Thinking this, August quickly summoned the stone door, picked up his luggage, and stepped in. With a flash of golden light, August disappeared into the jungle.

At that moment, a mass of red flames descended from the sky and landed there, instantly blowing a large hole in the ground. Dry leaves were swept up by the bloody flames, instantly turning to ash.

As the flames surged, a figure gradually emerged.

"The aura of space?" the tall man in a blood-colored cloak muttered to himself as the flames were absorbed back into his body.

Then he saw the three followers he had brought with him, all lying on the ground, their heads seemingly blown open by something, and red and white matter splattered everywhere.

"A gun?" He was stunned. "Only mortals use this type of weapon. Was it Mardo's apprentice who killed them?"

Then he seemed very angry, looking at the apprentices' corpses: "Useless! Killed by a single person!"

A red glow suddenly appeared in his eyes, and a mass of bloody flames rose sharply from the three corpses.

The corpses instantly melted as if paper had come into contact with fire, and in an instant, not even slag remained.

Then, apparently unable to find any clues, he ignited a fireball on his body and transformed into a ball of fire, shooting into the sky.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest.

"Caroline, was it truly worth violating the Spider's rules for that thing?" Mardo muttered to himself, unable to believe that Caroline, an acquaintance, even a friend, had betrayed him.

He knew where he was. If he wasn't mistaken, he was deep in the White Mist Mountains.

He looked at a vibrant wild flower in his hand, a plant that only grew in the White Mist Mountains.

"August, don't die here." He realized the most dangerous situation had occurred: August and he had not been teleported to the same location.

There used to be a The Umbral Cabal stronghold in this forest, and although it had been eradicated, this teleportation was clearly their method, so there must be an ambush here.

He could protect himself if he was alone, but August would almost certainly die in this environment.

Although August had demonstrated astonishing talent and ability, he was really just an apprentice.

Mardo stopped daydreaming. He just wanted to find August quickly and then launch a surprise attack.

"I hope you weren't teleported too far."

"Why here again?" August looked speechlessly at the towering statue in front of him, suspecting he had traveled to the same world as last time.

In front of him was the Statue of Liberty, illuminated by spotlights as if it were daytime.

Undoubtedly, he was now in America, and in its most prosperous city, New York.

Men and women in formal attire stood together, conversing with smiles, while some children, holding toy guns, loudly chased each other through the crowd.

It was night, and he had emerged from a deserted alley to see this scene.

The people around him looked at him with strange eyes. It was no wonder, as his clothes seemed too old-fashioned, like something from thirty or forty years ago.

If August hadn't been so handsome, they definitely would have pointed and whispered.

"Mr. Stark's exhibition is about to begin! Hurry up!" A young woman in a dress pulled her companion, urging him to walk faster.

"Stark?" August's mouth fell open, thinking of a terrifying possibility. "No way!"

He quickly followed the crowd toward the exhibition hall in front of him.

There were so many people in the venue, and it seemed as if everyone was there for one person, rushing toward the stage in the middle.

*Boom, boom, boom!*

August found a place to stand, wanting to confirm if his suspicion was true.

As a burst of intense drumming filled the air, a group of scantily clad women holding short staffs danced enthusiastically on the stage, while the crowd below seemed extremely excited.

The music swelled, and a man in a stylish suit walked onto the stage from backstage, weaving through the dancers to reach the front.

The atmosphere instantly erupted. The audience looked at the man with the mustache as if he were an idol, shouting with excitement.

He gracefully removed his top hat and handed it to one of the dancers, then put his arm around the lead dancer and, without a word, kissed her on the lips.

Just as the dancer was about to become mesmerized, the man released her and took the microphone from her hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he said with a confident smile, "If I told you your cars wouldn't touch the ground in a few years..."

The dancers returned to the stage and suddenly pulled back the red cloth covering an object in the middle of the stage, revealing a very beautiful car inside.

Then, several dancers crouched down and easily removed all four wheels from the car, exposing strange-looking machinery where the tires had been.