I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 45 Indigenous Peoples

"So, these natives must be the real enemies of this trial."

With this in mind, Jemin became more vigilant.

They no longer rely on talismans and magical artifacts for high-speed flight, but instead focus more on stealth, relying entirely on their own two legs to move.

Finally, on a journey deep into the valley, Jemin spotted them from afar.

It was a group of about twenty people, dressed in rough animal hides and tree bark.

They were all moving swiftly, hunting a wild boar-like monster the size of a van.

Jemin silently floated into the treetops, concealing himself, and observed the people from a distance.

"Interesting...aren't they savages?"

Jemin quickly noticed something was amiss. Although their appearance resembled that of a primitive society, the weapons these natives carried were genuine metal artifacts.

Judging from their communication, they have a very complete and sound language and can unleash some spells that he considers rather rudimentary.

For example, a brief speed boost, simple earthen wall defense, or poison arrows with a paralyzing effect.

However, what these people use most often is a special power that can enhance the body.

With the blessing of this special power, they can unleash several times the strength and speed of their physical attributes in an instant.

"What is this? A knight?"

In addition, Jemin also found some exquisitely crafted trinkets on these people—things that primitive civilizations wouldn't have.

He saw how they cleverly cornered the tusked boar, how they used thrown spears to wear it down, and how they finally worked together to hunt it down.

After the hunt was over, they even knew how to divide the work: some people kept watch, some cleaned up the scene, and some were responsible for carrying the animals away.

The eyes of these indigenous people carried a sense of wariness and hostility towards the outside world.

During the process of transporting the prey, several indigenous people would occasionally glance around, their eyes alert and wary, as if they were on guard against something.

Following them secretly, Jemin soon arrived at their residence.

It is a fairly large cave with excellent concealment.

Surprisingly, there were not many people. Including the hunters, there were fewer than a hundred people in the entire cave.

With this number... it can only be described as a small gathering place.

However, Jemin's discovery was quite significant, as he found two more natives inside the cave, both clad in heavy armor, whose weapons even emitted subtle energy fluctuations.

The other, weaker inhabitants in the surrounding area, though also wrapped in animal skins and leaves, used metal tools to work or gather food.

There were even some freshly fired pottery jars placed outside the cave.

"These are... survivors whose original civilization was destroyed, leaving them only able to survive in the wilderness?"

Jemin understood.

However, these people were of little value to him for the time being, and their methods of using energy were too rudimentary. He could understand most of their energy flow paths by simply scanning them from afar with his analytical technique.

"However, if there were a stronger native, his cultivation method might be more valuable to me."

After observing from a distance for a while and making sure he wasn't discovered, Jemin quietly left the valley.

…………

Deep within the limestone realm lies a hidden valley, concealed by layers of twisted trees and massive stone pillars.

The campfire crackled and popped, its light illuminating the weathered faces of the inhabitants.

This place is much larger than the simple settlement that Jemin had previously discovered by chance. It is a temporary camp that was secretly built by survivors from several different "kingdoms".

The atmosphere inside the council chamber was solemn and oppressive.

It was called a council chamber, but it was actually just a huge tent.

Several warriors with resolute faces, dressed in simple half-body armor, sat together, their powerful bodies radiating a ferocious power.

On the other side were shamans and priests with restrained auras, holding bone staffs or scepters.

The people sitting around the fire didn't look too good.

They represent the survivors of different kingdoms destroyed in the Grayrock Realm, now united by a shared hatred and desire for revenge.

They were once the true masters of this land of the Gray Rock Realm, an ancient kingdom, a glorious civilization, a faith guarded for generations... until the arrival of those outsiders who called themselves "wizards".

It was a nightmarish catastrophe.

Wizards possess incredible power, controlling the elements and distorting space.

Their kingdoms were destroyed, their homes were burned, and countless compatriots were reduced to dust by those cold and powerful witchcrafts.

The survivors were forced to hide in the most secret corners of the Grayrock Realm, living like wild beasts, barely surviving, just to continue the kingdom's bloodline and wait for their chance for revenge.

This time, the large-scale entry of Norren Academy's apprentices into the Grayrock Realm undoubtedly reignited their hatred and vigilance.

"They're here again!"

"Just like last time, they crawled in like worms!"

"Those guys are getting closer and closer; they'll eventually discover our presence!"

"Gentlemen, our scouts have confirmed that the outsiders who have entered the Gray Rock Realm this time are all 'young cubs' who have not yet grown up," a knight commander with a hideous scar on his face said in a deep voice.

His voice was hoarse, like metal scraping, a mark left by long periods of hiding and fighting: "Their strength is not weak, but it is far inferior to those wizards who slaughtered our kingdom!"

"This is our chance!" Another shaman leader gripped his bone staff tightly, his voice burning with hatred. "Our ancestors told us that when foreign enemies foolishly step into our land again, that will be our time to wash away our shame!"

“But these wizards are unpredictable, we can’t underestimate them.” A female knight frowned and warned, “According to intelligence from others, these guys have a special ability to move, and they will disappear once they encounter danger… It will be difficult for us to completely wipe them out.”

"They're using spatial abilities..."

A voice drew everyone's attention. Turning around, they saw a somewhat disheveled priest pull an exquisitely crafted ring from his robes:

“Those guys call themselves wizard apprentices, something I learned from an arrogant wizard apprentice. That’s how they can leave our world at will when danger comes.”

"Spatial abilities..."

Upon hearing the pastor's explanation, the others exchanged bewildered glances, and some of them couldn't help but show expressions of frustration.

In their world, spatial abilities are the exclusive domain of gods.

However, those gods who once held high their divine kingdoms and sat atop the stars had long since vanished in the first wave of cleansing by the monsters known as wizards.

(End of this chapter)