Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1156

Chapter 1156 Two Worlds Part 2

Each house was bigger than Lith’s and surrounded by a small garden filled with seasonal and fruit trees that spread a sweet scent.

’You’re right. Beasts are heartless monsters. How could they force people to live in such a dump?’ Lith thought while the others had a hard time believing they were still in Reghia.

’Okay, fine. I stand corrected. This place is wonderful and those people are likely to be ungrateful assholes.’ Phloria said.

The group decided to follow Solus’s advice and split up. Each one of them went to a different house, yet they all received the same treatment.

"What do you want, filthy Grenian? I’ve got no food to share with a savage." A woman in her mid-thirties with bronze skin said to Tista.

The woman looked at Tista’s light olive-colored skin with spite, mistaking her for a citizen of the Gren Democracy with which her people had a centuries-long enmity.

"I’m not a Grenian and I don’t need food. Aren, the leader of Reghia, sent me here to teach you the language of my continent, Garlen. Can you please bring here-" Not even Tista’s best smile kept her host from cutting her short.

"I should have known you’re not from around here. Too much meat on those bones and too many smiles. There’s nothing to be happy about in Reghia. Not only those beasts let my husband die like a dog, but they also force me to work like a slave and my children to live surrounded by enemies.

"Tell that overgrown snake that I refuse to give up on the traditions that my forefathers gave their lives to protect and uphold and learn a foreign language. If he wants people to start acting civilized, then he should make everyone learn the Paclean instead of your gibberish."

The woman slammed the door in Tista’s face, hurting her nose a bit.

Neither Lith nor Phloria had better luck with their respective marks.

"Where were you Garlen scum while our Gren Democracy died because of the plague spread by those Paclean murderers? You’ve got guts to come to my home and order me around. Maybe you’re used to blindly follow your tyrant’s order like a good soldier, but my people have rights!" A man in his mid-twenties yelled in Lith’s face.

"And where were you pompous idiots when the Griffon Kingdom almost got destroyed by a plague?" Lith scoffed, holding the door open with his superior strength.

"Here, spouting bullshit as always I presume. I, instead, worked my ass off to save my country. Can you say the same or do you only know how to blame others for your uselessness?

"As for my so-called tyrant, the Royals kept us at peace for centuries and we’re in civil relations with our neighbors, whereas only the plague stopped the wars on your continent. As for your rights, you have none.

"This isn’t Gren anymore, Toto. This is Reghia. I’ll make sure to report your behavior and have your food rations halved. We’ll see if your nationalism can withstand hunger or if you’re being arrogant only because you’re sated."

Then Lith slammed the door with enough strength that the man who was still clenching the handle smashed his face against the wood and then landed ass-first on the floor, trying to stop the nosebleed.

"First, they mistook me for something called a Vargharian and blamed my alleged people for the plague. Then, when I explained I come from Garlen, they asked me to fuck myself." Phloria said. "How did it go for you?"

"Same." Lith snarled while shapeshifting into his hybrid form again. "I’m done with those jackasses. I’ll go ask for another assignment. After all, I have to experience how it feels living like a beast and taking care of humans is not part of the job description."

It was much worse.

***

Blood Desert, inside the Rezar’s Fringe.

Meanwhile, Nalrond crash-landed after the shock from discovering that his people might still be alive, the rest of the group ignored his outburst and kept staring at their surroundings in awe.

In front of them, there were grasslands as far as the eye could see and at the horizon woods so big that they dwarfed the Trawn woods. Yet behind them there was nothing but the silvery fog that separated the Fringe from the rest of Mogar.

It formed a dome that became visible only when up close. Even from a few meters of distance, the fog reflected its surroundings like a mirror, giving the Fringe the impression to be boundless.

The thick mist was comprised of pure world energy that allowed the distorted space to remain stable, no matter what happened both inside and outside the dome.

"This place is amazing. The amount of world energy is so great that the hair on my neck is standing up." Friya used first magic to conjure a small flame on her right forefinger, yet her entire hand turned into a scorching flame.

"What the heck? I just used first magic, yet the spell has a power similar to a tier one."

Quylla and Morok tried as well, confirming her findings. Every spell they cast had its effect raised by one tier thanks to the abundant world energy boosting all kinds of elemental magic.