Iya Continent: Card God

What are your plans? That's a pretty obvious answer.

For beings capable of using magic to cast spells, the most direct and ambitious plan right now is to remove the magic-suppressing ring from their hands.

As long as the magic-suppressing ring is removed, the shackles of unease and danger will remain on his body.

"Once I get rid of this damn thing, I'll go back and take my revenge!" the dwarf Jingon said indignantly.

Linta suddenly realized, "How do we unlock this magic-suppressing ring?"

Although I don't have any magic power myself, I can't keep using this ability forever.

Jin Gong slowly exhaled and said, "This magic-suppressing ring is not an ordinary shackle or handcuff. Although it can be forcibly broken by external force, the mechanism of the magic-suppressing ring will also be triggered, harming the person wearing it."

“If you are strong enough, you can protect yourself from harm,” Klose added.

"Oh..." Linta roughly understood.

In other words, a Silver-level expert can break this ordinary-grade magic-suppressing ring themselves and even protect themselves. However, a Bronze-level expert would suffer heavy losses against it. The best solution is to find a specialized craftsman to break it.

"Where can I find someone who can remove the magic-suppressing ring?" Linta asked solemnly.

Jingon chuckled, "Heh, what a coincidence. I happen to know the guy in Modly who can unlock this magic-suppressing ring. You can come with me."

"Gala!" the fishman responded with a quack.

Bearman Pinecone said "okay" in a gentle tone.

Linta naturally didn't object. For someone like him who was unfamiliar with the place, being able to break the magic-suppressing ring meant that following was the best option.

The elven girl, Shia, remained silent, her face cold.

“Come on, the road is still dangerous, we need your help,” Linta said to the elven girl.

Shia met Linta's sharp gaze and said coldly, "Then I'll help you."

The bearded dwarf Jingon wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks to the elf, but considering that Linta had invited him, he refrained. After all, the journey was still fraught with danger.

“I won’t go. I have somewhere else to go,” Klof said in a deep voice, his eyes like cold iron, resolute and determined.

"Are you really not coming? Do you have a way to break the magic-suppressing ring?" Jingon asked loudly. "Don't be embarrassed. We all escaped from the same prison cart. No one is more noble than anyone else."

Klof calmly said, "No need, just be careful yourselves."

Having said that, he turned and left the woods, soaking wet.

Linta stared intently at the departing figure.

I had a feeling that there was something strange about this human man, Kruf. It wasn't his appearance, but his attitude towards the escape. It was as if we had forcibly dragged him onto this journey. He seemed to have no desire to escape at all.

Illusion?

"Dwarf, where are you going?" Shia asked coldly and directly after Kruf left.

The implication of the question was, of course, that they were asking where they could break the magic-suppressing ring.

“Go south, to Sandel County, which borders Uggh, I have a friend there,” Kim Gung explained.

Shia frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Linta curled up, trembling, and said, "By the way, before we go, could we find a place to warm up and get something to eat? I'm afraid I won't make it through the night..."

Soaked to the bone, night was falling, and I was starving and freezing.

For Linta, who was merely a mortal, this was absolutely deadly. The physical endurance he had displayed earlier in order to escape was all out of necessity. But once the danger was over, his mind would naturally relax, and he would rediscover the natural state of his body.

"yawn!"

as predicted.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hexi Village, as its name suggests, is a village located near the west bank of the Geyong River.

This is a small village with only 10 households. The villagers live a life of fishing by the river and farming along its banks. If they need ironware, they take their catch and produce to the nearest town to sell, and then use the money to buy it there. This is the norm in small villages on the continent of Eya.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

A knock came at the door of a house in the village.

The door opened, revealing an old woman and an old man. They were dressed simply, their clothes weathered and worn, washed again and again until they were faded.

Their faces bore the deep lines of time and the tan of years spent in the sun. The two elderly men were quite startled as they looked at the multi-ethnic group that had appeared before them.

The continent of Eya is home to a diverse array of races, with many different ethnic groups living together within its large city-states. Having lived for so long, I've certainly seen other races before. But encountering dwarves, orcs, merfolk, and elves all at once is truly a first for me.

"Old man, can I stay here for a while? I'm not staying for free, I'll pay you!" the dwarf Jingon said directly, and somewhat rudely.

Exhausted and suffering from a slight cold, Linta was truly speechless. If only Klose were here.

These people—Jingong is too vulgar, Xiya is too aloof, Songguo's mouth sounds like he's going to eat people, and Guagaga can't speak human language. I, who am capable of speaking politely, am truly exhausted right now.

"Come in, everyone, it's cold outside..." the old lady said kindly.

Whether it was out of kindness seeing everyone's soaked and disheveled state, or out of fear of the greatsword in Kim Gong's hand, in any case, they had a place to rest for the night.

The couple lived in an ordinary wooden cabin, which was quite crowded with the sudden influx of people. But the crowding had its advantages; the fireplace burned the wood they had collected beforehand, and the whole cabin instantly warmed up.

"Bring me whatever you have to eat, I can afford it!" Jingon shouted, having taken off his outer garments, put down his greatsword, and was roasting his body.

That's how dwarves are—direct and fierce.

Linta didn't want to say anything. He moved closer to the stove, the firelight shining on his weak face, and he felt drowsy.

"Yawn!" A few coughs every now and then startled me awake.

Oh my god... I'm a transmigrated body, and I usually just eat, sleep, and play on my phone. I've never experienced anything like this before.

He couldn't take it anymore, absolutely couldn't take it. The events of that day left the transmigrator, Lin Ta, in extreme distress. He had no interest in continuing his journey afterward; he wished he could just stay there and not go anywhere else.

"You're so weak." A cold voice rang in my ears.

Linta glanced wearily at the elven girl.

The other person looked thinner and younger than me. However, after experiencing so many hardships, their eyes remained resolute and sharp.

He's practically a warrior straight out of a bloody battlefield.

“You…are…right…” Linta nodded in agreement.

I admit I can't compare to you guys.

The bear-man, Songguo; the little fish-man, Guaguaga; and the carefree Jin Gong, who was eating the bread dumpling soup served by the old man—all of them were full of energy.

"Here, have some of this. It's effective for relieving colds." The old lady handed Lin Ta a bowl of unidentified herbal soup.

Without any hesitation, Linta, already suffering, drank the medicine that seemed to work for him. So what if he died!

"Where did you come from?" Shia asked, puzzled.

She couldn't understand how a human from so far away could be so physically weak. How could someone with such a body travel such a long distance? Could it be that he truly relied on that strange ability of "Swift Wind"?

Linta naturally didn't answer her, ignoring her as she moved closer to the table and picked up her own bowl of dumpling soup to drink.

This soup is made by simmering shredded rye bread with some seasonal leafy greens and a little bit of salted dried fish.

This was a very good welcome for the two elderly people from the small village.

However, for Linta, a time traveler, the first sip was an unpleasant taste that overwhelmed him.

Linta's face was weak, filled with helplessness and bitterness.

What a terrible world this is.