198: Chapter 198 The Theory of the World

"No, no... no objections."

The wizard who was called upon immediately lost his nerve and sat down dejectedly.

After all, the entire Wilbes Republic only had two Tier 3 Wizards. Well, there were still only two now.

Facing a wizard of this level, even if they had only just advanced, a wizard a tier lower would hardly stand a chance of winning.

"I wonder what Lord Augustine thinks of my proposal?"

Seeing that no one else was speaking up, Nie Ning turned his gaze toward Augustine.

As the strongest wizard in the Wilbes Republic, all wizardry decisions needed to go through Augustine before they could be implemented.

Of course, it was mainly because Nie Ning didn't have much interest in such matters.

Unlike these old fogies who were just waiting to die, he needed to cultivate to increase his strength and had no time to handle these affairs.

The others likewise turned their eyes toward Augustine.

With the level suppression present, only Augustine was in a position to speak now.

Augustine spread his hands and spoke with a smile, "Since no one has any objections, I will naturally follow everyone's wishes."

Hearing this, a look of dissatisfaction appeared in the eyes of the gathered wizards.

But feeling the heavy pressure weighing on them, the words they wanted to say were forced back down.

Several wizards exchanged glances, but in the end, they said nothing more.

Falling out now would only give Nie Ning an excuse to strike; they would have to go back and plan this out more thoroughly.

"How boring."

Nie Ning withdrew his pressure and leaned back in his chair, muttering softly.

The others were left speechless with frustration, but they didn't dare to lash out on the spot.

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Because of Nie Ning's appearance, the meeting couldn't continue. Several Second-Tier Wizards silently left the conference room one after another.

At this moment, only Nie Ning and Augustine remained in the room.

"You are still too impulsive. There are many ways to deal with a Third-Tier; it doesn't necessarily require relying on raw strength."

Augustine looked at Nie Ning for a while before slowly speaking.

Nie Ning smiled dismissively. "I was actually hoping they would resist a bit. At least then I could have a shred of respect for them."

As for them wanting to deal with him?

If necessary, he could have the Jerky Bear Head and the Human-Faced Balloon step into the Third-Tier.

Those people might be able to use formations or other powers to deal with him, but if three Third-Tier combatants appeared, they wouldn't have even a sliver of a chance of winning.

Even Augustine, who was at the peak of the Third-Tier, would find it difficult to completely crush him in terms of strength.

Seeing this, Augustine shook his head slightly and didn't pursue the topic. "You didn't come to find me just for this matter, did you?"

Once one reached the Third-Tier level, ordinary matters could no longer pique their interest.

Nie Ning nodded. "Correct. I also came here to learn about the situation with the Crimson Holy Blade."

"What makes you think I will tell you?"

Augustine leaned back in his chair, looking at Nie Ning with a smile as he asked.

"I believe you've been stuck at this realm for a long time. If you could have broken through, you would have done so long ago. I just want to understand things; perhaps I can help you in the future?"

Nie Ning started making grand promises immediately.

But Augustine had seen far more of the world than Nie Ning, so he naturally wouldn't be swayed by just a few sentences.

"It seems you don't understand this world very well."

Augustine wore a smile, but his eyes held a hint of mockery and loneliness.

Nie Ning frowned slightly, not quite understanding Augustine's meaning.

It was just sharing some relevant information; it shouldn't be a big deal for Augustine.

Could it be that the Crimson Holy Blade forbade them from sharing this information?

"We and they are simply not people of the same world."

Seeing that Nie Ning didn't understand, Augustine continued, "I mean that literally. Don't overthink it."

Augustine's words left Nie Ning even more confused.

"Could it be that those people are visitors from beyond the heavens?"

Nie Ning joked.

But seeing Augustine's unchanging expression, Nie Ning gradually realized that something was wrong.

"In our world, the Third-Tier is the end of the road. Even with magic potions, it's almost impossible to break through this limit."

"Meanwhile, the world where the Crimson Holy Blade resides is rich in resources. Someone with your talent could also make a name for themselves there."

"But the problem lies here: to go to that world, one needs the permission of the Crimson Holy Blade. It's not something we can decide."

Augustine sat up straight and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Nie Ning's frown deepened.

"Even if we aren't from the same world, since others can come here, we should surely be able to go there as well."

"If only it were as simple as you think."

A bitter smile appeared on Augustine's face. "Fine, I'll tell you about it, if only to kill your desire to leave."

Augustine then began to explain to Nie Ning.

The world they were in was named Saint Ville, while the world of the Crimson Holy Blade was called Belvis.

The world of Saint Ville was a subordinate world of Belvis, an auxiliary world.

Every world that possessed living beings had something called the World Will.

If an outsider entered a world, they would be suppressed by the World Will, and their strength would be reduced to less than one percent. This was one of the reasons why evil gods and deities could not descend directly.

Since Saint Ville was a subordinate world of Belvis, this rule did not apply to the people of Belvis.

However, conversely, people from Saint Ville would be suppressed by the world of Belvis; the stronger the individual, the more severe the suppression.

This suppression was all-encompassing, even limiting one's talent.

Only by undergoing a baptism in Belvis called the Truth Metamorphosis could the influence of the World Will be reduced, but some degree of suppression would still remain.

"Now you know why I said that."

"Even if we went there and underwent the Truth Metamorphosis, we would be nothing more than servants. A life of luxury would not be waiting for us."

As Augustine finished, the look of loneliness in his eyes grew even deeper.

Back then, he was just like Nie Ning, breaking through to the Second-Tier at a young age.

But what did it matter? In the eyes of the wizards of the Crimson Holy Blade, they were nothing more than natives of a small world.

If they were generous, they might toss you some scraps.

But if you did anything out of line, only destruction awaited you.

And a world like theirs was already considered lucky.

At least, considering they were all humans, they wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

In the worlds of alien creatures, most had only one fate: to be reduced to slavery, becoming props for wizards' experiments, or being traded like cattle.

After listening to Augustine's account, Nie Ning felt a bit uncomfortable.

He hadn't expected the wizards here to face such a desperate situation.

He had originally thought that since they lived in the same world, there was no difference between them. Thinking back on it now, it seemed somewhat laughable.

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