Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

912 Problem of a Too Strong Power

At the end of Vicente’s month of experimentation, his results were fantastic!

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In just two weeks of trying, he had managed to form the first 6th stage robotic armor, an essence that, despite its shortcomings, would achieve better results in fighting monsters than Lonan, the weakest of Vice’s companions. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

But over the past two weeks of hard work, Vicente had achieved better results, increasing the efficiency of his first successful attempt from 20% efficiency to the 40% mark.

This was the level that the continental community normally accepted as an item of the same quality as its maker’s cultivation, which meant it could withstand the hands of warriors at that cultivation stage.

Vicente didn’t know exactly how powerful his current armor was, but after a month of work, he had transformed the over 40 robotic armors into 11 artificial creatures.

Though fewer, they were bigger, stronger, able to assist more power, with more mana, more intelligence, and special powers different from Vicente’s own.

By mixing his distinct elements, Vicente had seen the birth of new powers in his 11 special creations.

But besides these armors, he had also improved the defensive and offensive items worn by his four companions, giving them 6th stage artifacts to carry on their journeys of escape.

The time had finally come for them to face the enemies besieging the Citadel!

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“The time has come for us to face our demons.” Vicente looked at his companions as he left the headquarters of the Blacksmiths’ Association behind.

As they looked in Vicente’s direction, the four 6th stage beings turned their attention to the 11 creatures behind Vicente, all of them identical—three meter tall metallic beings of red color, glowing blue eyes, with smooth appearances, no mechanisms to be seen.

Previously, Vicente’s armor, though smooth in appearance, had bodies that were easier to understand, as the pieces fused together to form a metal body. Now, his creations looked very human, with smooth contours, metal skin instead of plates, flexibility more akin to living beings than machines.

If it weren’t for the colors, the lack of hair, the absence of a heartbeat, and the metallic skin, one might believe that these were humans and not artificial beings created in a forge.

Seeing them for the first time, Vicente’s four allies couldn’t contain their amazement at coming face to face with such perfect creatures, with such dense mana and such clear-eyed expressions.

‘Impressive… Vicente really is a monster. The oldest powers on the continent have existed for about 2 million years, but in all that time, only a handful of powers have managed to have 11 Archmages in their ranks… He already created 11 of them!

If it weren’t for Demien Bloodthorne, Vicente would probably single-handedly rule the continent and establish a dynasty that would last for tens of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, the continent will see little of what he is capable of…’ Tenglin thought to himself, sighing with mixed feelings in his heart.

On the one hand, Vicente’s performance overjoyed him. With those 11 pieces of armor, they would have a chance to survive the escape that was about to begin. On the other hand, Tenglin couldn’t help but think how fantastic it would be to have Vice in this world for longer. Judging from his pentagram configuration at the moment, the Qilin didn’t believe this human would be in the Polaris Realm for much longer.

“Congratulations on your success, Vicente.” The Qilin opened his mouth to congratulate before issuing a warning. “You have become truly strong. I believe only Demien Bloodthorne poses a threat to you before you get your 12th pentagram.

But let me warn you, don’t take your 12th pentagram before you say goodbye to your family. The way you are right now, I doubt you’ll be able to continue living on the continent after you absorb your last essence.”

The three beings beside Tenglin looked at him while Vicente’s expression changed.

“What do you mean? Do you think I will be banished from the continent?” Vicente frowned.

“Have you ever wondered why there are no indigo pentagrams on the continent?” The Qilin asked with a mysterious look on his face.

“Because indigo pentagrams are characteristic of Magus. It’s possible for such a thing to appear in an Archmage, but the continent doesn’t have enough to raise such a genius. At least not a genius who can give their pentagram to others after their death.” Vicente gave a reasonable answer.

“You are right. For this very reason, I believe as soon as one of your pentagrams qualitatively progresses to the indigo grade, you will be expelled from Polaris Realm by the laws imposed by the one who changed the connection between the Supreme Continent and our continent.”

“Oh?” Acidbelly thought about this possibility, immediately seeing Qilin’s point. “That makes sense. You having an indigo pentagram would be like saying you’re as strong as a Magus, Vicente.”

“That…” The young human opened his mouth, not knowing what to do for a moment.

“That’s going to be a problem. How will he beat Demien if he can be expelled as soon as he gets his 12th pentagram?” Lonan asked.

“That’s the tricky part.” Tenglin sighed and shook his head. “Maybe you won’t make it, or you’ll have to do it with a maximum of 11 pentagrams. I didn’t want to tell you this before, but seeing these 6th stage beings behind you, you might prepare better if you take a step back after absorbing your 6th pentagram of your first magical form, Vicente.”

Each of these beings imagined Vicente would soon leave the continent. They didn’t know about the prediction of the Divine Dragon Matrix, and in a way, they wanted Vicente to leave the continent to create the possibility that the Supreme Continent would one day reconnect with the Polaris Realm.

But seeing that Vicente could leave behind a powerful legacy, Tenglin couldn’t help but advise the young magician to prepare for an imminent departure from the continent.

Perhaps Vicente will defeat Demien before he leaves. But even if Demien falls, the continent will still be in dire straits with so many powerful vampires on the loose. Vicente had better leave a lot of that armor behind before he’s taken away!

Vicente felt insecure as his companions looked at him, a little afraid of being forced to leave and not being able to enjoy any time with his family.

‘What should I do now?’