Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 1103: Back to Anicane

Vicente waited no longer to make his departure from the Hell. The moment the Transcendent’s body exploded, he activated his teleportation formation, using everything he had left to leave the dimension before further trouble reached him.

Aware that more enemies were on the move and this would be her only chance, he screamed in agony as he suffered the consequences of traveling through space like this for the first time.

Each dimension had its own characteristics and, naturally, each medium posed distinct threats to those who tried to break through its barriers. As he flew through space time, moving along a path that even light could not follow, Vicente felt attacked from all sides, with his physical body, his soul, and his mind under attack from an invisible enemy.

He stood his ground, enduring the challenge that shouldn’t last long, concerned only with making it all the way back to Anicane before some Devil reached the position from which he had set off.

As long as he got to Anicane before an enemy reached his starting point, his chances of not being followed or found so quickly would be good enough for what he had planned. Otherwise, he would have a noose around his neck, with someone very close to being able to hang him!

His senses were good and told him when he left the Hell that he had a good chance of getting what he wanted. But of course, the self-sabotaging part of anyone’s mind in a situation like his made him doubt himself and fear the worst.

He just couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or not. By thinking more about what worse could happen if someone from the Hell picked up his trail before space time itself undid his tracks, he withstood the test that would have killed other Sorcerers.

Fortunately for him, his current physical and spiritual abilities were like those of Transcendents, allowing him not only to survive but also to maintain lucidity and magical power.

Seconds later, Vicente felt a reverse sensation to when he first entered the Hell at the final moment of his journey, feeling as if he had left a mute submerged by a different kind of power, returning to what his body and soul were most used to.

As he passed through the last space time barrier, he felt his powers improving, with the surrounding mana and elements moving to nourish his essence. Meanwhile, the speed of his body, which was traveling so fast that it was more like a blur of light than a human, gradually lost its speed.

He saw a blue world around him, not at first identifying the sea below and the sky above. But as the seconds passed and his teleportation tool continued to work, he gradually felt aware of his surroundings.

His teleportation tool was not simple. It wasn’t like the common concepts of teleportation said about this method of transportation. The teleportation of his formation was the shortest path between the current point and the destination, crossing space in jumps of positions. It wasn’t possible to move from a starting position A to a position B in one go with the difference between dimensions that existed between the Hell and Anicane. Vice’s device broke the distance from A to B into several smaller segments, transporting the target of interest—him—to the destination as best it could.

For a moment, he could see the surroundings from where he was passing, watching his tool take him across the Sea of Stars, but gradually decreasing the number of jumps, which made him feel like he was moving more and more slowly.

After only about a minute, he found himself on his last jumps, starting from what must have been somewhere in the Sea of Stars and arriving at a port on one of the 10,000 islands of Anicane.

Vicente felt his tool stop working and his position became stable, making him feel the floor beneath his feet, but see again the ship he had won in Amae.

He reappeared inside the ship’s cabin, in front of the place where he had left one teleportation mark while learning the art behind the magic mechanism.

When he arrived there, even though he was already powerful and had a lot of knowledge, Vicente needed a few moments to locate himself, understanding that this was his vehicle and that he was back in Anicane.

For a moment, he waited for some sign of a pursuer, but nothing happened after almost 40 seconds of his return.

Little by little, his senses returned to ’normal’, getting used to the ambient magical pressure, while he felt the surroundings not only of the ship, but of the port he was in.

’I’m back…’ He looked around the ship’s control room until he found a window. ’Have they reached one island?’ But there was nothing nearby to show whether his companions had been the ones to reach this island. His companions could have crashed and had their boat stolen. Or not. They could have made it to this place and were now on the island to strengthen themselves, protect themselves, or even just wait for him.

Shifting his thoughts, Vicente let out a long sigh, readjusting his plans for this second journey through Anicane.

’First, I must find out where I am and what happened to get our ship here. If Larissa, Rex, and Lyra are around, I’ll help them before moving on with my hunt.’

Now that he was back in Anicane, it was his priority to get his new pentagrams before seeking additional information about what he had discovered in the Hell. Previously, he had thought he could casually seek information about the Nine Paths, but having been saved by Minos and learned a lot in the Hell, he was now more cautious.

He turned his attention to the crystal embedded in one of his hands, feeling the artifact’s light growing stronger again now that he had left the dark dimension.

’Seeking information about the Nine Paths and following my instincts almost got me killed before. I’d better seal it away while I’m not strong enough.’ He moved the darkness of his soul, camouflaging the crystal in such a way as to make its power of origin retract into itself.

Then, turning his attention to what was outside his body and his ship, he identified a large port and a city with powerful figures by the Anicane standards he knew. There was no sign of the blond Transcendent who had forced him to go to the Hell—enough for him to continue forward, at least for the moment.

The moment he set foot off the boat, however, a group approached, barely giving him a chance to check out the surroundings of this new island.

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