My Magic Has No Upper Limit

The others looked up in astonishment, their expressions just as priceless.

’There’s a sun inside the ruins!’

And... it didn’t look like some kind of illusion.

The sunlight reflected off their Armor, creating a soft halo.

They could even feel its warmth on their skin.

The sensation was unmistakably real.

"This... Where in the world did that curtain of light teleport us?"

Marcus’s eyes widened. "Are we really still inside the ruins?"

"That’s why I said this was bizarre..."

Gray scratched his head.

"I’m starting to think we might just be in a different part of the Candia Continent. As for whether we’re still within the borders of the Sel Kingdom... well, that’s hard to say."

Gray’s words set the others’ minds racing with wild theories.

"Maybe the so-called ruins aren’t really ruins at all..."

Valles speculated aloud.

"Perhaps it’s just as Gray said. The curtain of light teleported us to another part of the Candia Continent."

"We’re definitely not in that underground space beneath Sengu Town anymore."

The first level of the ruins had been one thing.

At a stretch, you could explain it away as an underground space, since you couldn’t see the sky and there was no sunlight.

But the second level had a sun. ’What kind of dungeon has one of those?’

’Teleported to another part of the Candia Continent...’

Marcus mused for a moment, then spoke up. "If that’s the case, I have a feeling we might be on the Eastern Continent."

"The Eastern Continent?" Zelir asked, intrigued.

He only had a cursory understanding of the geography of this Otherworld.

’It’s nothing like Earth from my past life, which had seven continents.’

’From what the geography books say, this Otherworld only has one major landmass—the Candia Continent.’

"That’s right, the Eastern Continent."

Marcus nodded.

"Although the Candia Continent is divided internally by some large rivers, the landmasses aren’t very far apart."

"So it’s generally considered one whole continent."

"Based on that, geographers have roughly divided it into five regions."

Marcus found a rock wall and used a piece of charcoal to draw a diagram.

First, he drew a rough, circular shape, then divided it into four quadrants with an "X."

Finally, he drew a circle in the center.

"East, West, South, North, and Central—five regions."

"Our Sel Kingdom is located toward the northwest."

"The other major kingdoms are mostly concentrated in the western and central regions. Beyond the center, you won’t find any large kingdoms."

"Even the reclusive Elf Race is found toward the eastern part of the central region; they don’t venture onto the Eastern Continent."

Valles nodded in agreement with Marcus.

His clan, the Cloud Sleep Valley Clan, was located on the Central Continent.

"What about the Northern and Southern Continents?" Zelir asked.

"They’re sparsely populated, due to the climate and natural environment,"

Marcus said.

"The Northern Continent is too cold and entirely mountainous. The Southern Continent is too hot, and I’ve heard it’s full of rainforests swarming with venomous insects, making it unsuitable for habitation."

"There are a few Beastman Tribes on the Southern Continent... but not many, and certainly not enough to form a Kingdom."

"Why aren’t there any Human Kingdoms on the Eastern Continent?" Zelir asked.

"Well... I’m not entirely sure. I’ve only heard bits and pieces of rumors."

Marcus gazed at the rolling mountain range in the distance.

"Legend says the Eastern Continent is littered with the ruins and remnants of countless ancient civilizations."

"Some scholars have even put forth a bold hypothesis—that all of our existing human civilizations originally migrated westward from the Eastern Continent."

"Some ancient historical texts also seem to indirectly support that theory."

"But as for what earth-shattering cataclysm actually happened on the Eastern Continent... no one knows, and no one really cares anymore."

"Is that so..."

Listening to Marcus’s explanation, Zelir grew fascinated.

’What in the world happened there?’

"Marcus, your knowledge of geography and history is really impressive."

Gray, who had been getting sleepy listening, let out a yawn.

"When you retire from being an Adventurer, maybe you could take up a new career as an archaeologist."

"Why don’t we... try exploring a little?" Hill suggested.

Her excitement had grown considerably.

In her career, Hill had visited plenty of underground ruins and ancient tombs.

But she had never encountered a situation quite like this.

Zelir surveyed their surroundings and nodded slowly.

"Let’s give it a try."

He was quite interested in this environment as well.

"Let’s move forward carefully and see what’s out there."

The party followed a naturally formed mountain path forward.

The terrain here was perilous, flanked by bottomless chasms.

Peaks rose in successive layers, while a sea of clouds swirled and churned through the canyons below, like a white Giant Dragon.

At first, the scenery was a novelty, but the initial excitement and wonder soon began to fade.

The party walked for nearly an hour without encountering a single animal, let alone any Demons.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but mountains and the sea of clouds.

It felt completely cut off from the world.

"This place seems pretty desolate."

Zelir plucked a leaf from a plant by the path. He sniffed it but couldn’t sense any Magic Power.

"Doesn’t seem like there’s any loot to be found."

No Demons, no treasure—it was like they had arrived in a desolate wilderness.

It completely sapped their will to explore.

"I can live with there being no loot, but the most important thing is..."

Gray laced his hands behind his head, a look of utter boredom on his face.

"In a place like this where we’re completely turned around, how are we supposed to find the entrance to the third level’s light curtain?"

"Are we supposed to search the entire mountain range?"

If they couldn’t find the entrance to the third level, Hill’s Treasure Map would be nothing more than a useless piece of paper.