Supreme Game: Antimagic Apocalypse

Raizel quickly used the Teleportation Gate to head straight home.

It was already nearing evening when he arrived at the villa.

"Sir, you're back! Good evening!" the maid greeted respectfully as he stepped downstairs.

Raizel gave her a small nod, his gaze shifting toward Ruby and his parents, who were seated on the sofa watching TV. The old butler stood nearby, his posture as straight and composed as always.

"Butler Will, did you contact any colleges yet?" Raizel asked calmly as he sat down casually.

"Yes, Sir," the butler said, stepping forward with a polite nod. "There's a well-known college nearby that specializes in educating the families of Players. I believe the young miss would enjoy her time there. I showed her some photos, and she seems to like it. I will accompany her tomorrow to complete the rest of the procedures. After that, she should be all set."

"Oh, I see," Raizel said, his eyes briefly meeting Ruby's to confirm it was true.

Still, concern for her safety lingered in his chest.

"Take me with you tomorrow. I'd like to check out the surroundings myself," he added.

"As you wish, sir" Butler Willfred replied, fully understanding the reason behind Raizel's request.

After that, Raizel spent some time chatting with his parents about regular things and had a meal to fill his belly.

Once dinner was done, he headed to his room and logged into the Supreme Game.

Today's incident had taught him another hard lesson—he needed to become stronger, and faster.

Although he had temporarily avoided a full-scale investigation, it wouldn't be long before someone came knocking at his doorstep again.

And then there was the otherworlder who had seen and recognized the Divergence Sword. That alone was a problem.

Most likely, they knew about the Divergence Sword as well, something Raizel still had no clue about.

Plop!

Once he was back in his room at the tavern, Raizel looked outside and saw that it was just past dawn.

Most of the people in Roben City were still asleep.

Still, he headed downstairs.

As expected, he found Bromak sitting at the reception desk in a quiet mood.

There were no customers yet, so Bromak was passing the time lazily.

But the moment Raizel came into view, Bromak looked surprised—and a bit fearful.

"Sir Raizel, you've come back," he said, a little more respectfully than before.

Though he had no idea where Raizel had disappeared to for the last two days, he was clearly suspicious. Someone who vanished and reappeared like that had to be a powerful figure.

Only one kind of person came to mind: a Mage.

Naturally, he assumed Raizel was one of those mysterious and powerful Mages.

Raizel glanced at him and sat down casually right in front of Bromak.

"Good morning, Bromak," he said cheerfully.

"Ah, yes! Good morning, Sir!" Bromak replied hurriedly, slightly flustered by Raizel's calm smile.

"Would you like something for breakfast?"

Raizel shook his head. "No, but I would love to get some information from you."

Bromak raised an eyebrow but was still willing to help.

"What kind of information, Sir? Just ask away." His tone had a slight bootlicking edge to it now.

"I want information about a hunting place nearby."

"You mean hunting magical beasts?"

"Yes."

"I see..." Bromak pondered calmly, though inwardly he was shocked by the boy's courage to hunt magical beasts.

Maybe all mages are like this, he thought to himself.

"Then you could go to the Rovon Wilderness. It's just a few miles from here. You can reach it in about ten minutes by horse or wagon."

"Rovon Wilderness?" Raizel repeated, the name alone sounding dangerous.

"Yes, the Rovon Wilderness. It's a place teeming with ferocious magical creatures of various kinds. But be careful of other adventurers and guild members. Many go there in search of food or resources, and if they find none… they might make you their target if you're alone."

He offered the warning cautiously.

"I understand. Where's the direction?" Raizel asked, already standing to leave.

"South Gate. You'll find many travelers heading there. Just be careful who you associate with."

He reminded him once again with a serious expression.

Raizel nodded, thanked Bromak for the information, and headed back up to his room to prepare. Though he gave off an air of calmness, his mind was racing.

Rovon Wilderness, huh?

He wasn't unfamiliar with dangerous areas, but stepping into a place known for housing magical beasts came with its own risks. The Supreme Game wasn't just a simulation anymore—it was far too real to treat lightly. If anything went wrong, he could die.

Inside his room, Raizel opened his inventory and began reviewing his equipment.

The Convergence Spear was already equipped. Its faint, eerie glow pulsed with quiet power. He summoned it for a moment, running his hand over its smooth shaft. It radiated a familiar coldness now—a comfort more than a threat.

He dismissed it and focused on his armor. His current set was functional but basic. Cloth and leather with minor enchantments, barely enough for real combat. He made a mental note to look into upgrading soon.

Still, for now, his skills and instincts had to make up for the lack of gear.

By the time he left the tavern, the sun had started to stretch over the city walls. The streets were beginning to stir—merchants setting up stalls, sleepy guards yawning at their posts, and adventurers moving in small groups toward the city's exits.

Raizel followed the cobbled path to the South Gate. As Bromak said, there were quite a few travelers, some preparing carriages, others saddling horses.

The guards at the South Gate glanced at him but said nothing. He had a quiet, dangerous air about him—too clean, too composed to be a beginner, yet too unbothered to be an ordinary adventurer.

"Hey, anyone want to carry me to the Rovon Wilderness?" He shouted with enough voice to let everyone hear.

"Oh, yes, yes. Come here, Si warrior."

"No come to Wagon, Sir. We are just one man short," Another slyly man added.

"Fu*k off! This one's mine."

Raizel sighed, and pucked the already packed one without hesitation.

Because it was already filled with people, and he was in a hurry.

The man grinned with victorius smile before getting onto drive the Wagon forward.

There were many gazes falling on him, but Raizel ignored them by glancing outside.

Once outside the city walls, Raizel inhaled the crisp morning air.

The terrain began to shift the farther he walked. Grasslands gave way to a more rugged, uneven terrain. Trees thickened, and bushes rustled with the sound of wildlife.

After about ten minutes of light roll, he spotted a worn wooden sign half-buried in vines.

[Rovon Wilderness - Proceed with Caution]

Slowly the wagon came to a halt.

Raizel jumped down and paid the ten brinze coins as fee.

Like him other were also preparing to keave for the wilderness.

Most of them were in groups, with only a few Solo ones.

Raizel paused before stepping past the sign.

The air here felt heavier. The forest was quiet, too quiet. Not a bird or breeze could be heard. Only the sound of his boots crunching twigs beneath him broke the silence.

He pressed forward.

Within a few minutes, he began to notice faint claw marks on the trees. Strange footprints in the dirt. A chilling presence loomed in the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a low growl echoed from deeper within.

Raizel froze.

From behind a nearby tree, a creature emerged. It was dog-like, but not any breed he'd seen before. Its body was covered in jet-black fur, and its eyes glowed faint red. Two horns protruded from its head, and a flickering shadow clung to its feet like smoke.

[Level 14 – Shadowfang Beast]

Raizel's eyes narrowed.

His current level was only 12. Normally, that would make the fight risky—but he wasn't just any ordinary player.

The beast snarled and leapt forward.

Raizel sidestepped, his spear materializing into his hands in a flash of light. He parried the beast's lunge with the pole, using its momentum to spin and drive the tip straight into its side.

The spear pierced flesh, but the beast didn't fall. It twisted and clawed at him wildly, scraping his side.

Raizel winced and backstepped. His body was tougher now—he could take a hit or two—but he couldn't let his guard down.

The Shadowfang circled, growling low.

"Not bad," Raizel muttered. He spun the spear, adjusting his grip.

As the creature lunged again, he threw the spear—not at the beast, but at the ground in front of it.

A pulse of energy burst out from the point of impact.

The beast was caught mid-leap, its body stiffening. It tried to twist away, but Raizel was already there—his hand reaching out as the spear returned to his grip.

With a precise jab to the creature's throat, the fight ended.

The beast slumped to the ground, twitching as its essence was sucked away to increase his stamina.

[ +350 XP ]

[ Stamina +2 ]

[ Item Dropped: Shadowfang Hide (Rare)]