My Muscle System in the Mage World

"Master, why did we let that person get away so easily?" a blonde woman bowed in front of a curtain, a frown on her face.

"Has that person appeared in our territory since then?" an ancient, deep voice asked.

"No, Master," the saintess shook her head.

"What?" The voice seemed startled, the tone growing serious, making the atmosphere heavy and grave. "Are you sure he hasn't appeared in any of our territory?"

"Yes, Master."

The crashing of utensils came from inside the room.

"Umm?" The saintess stood nervously, knowing her master's temper all too well. She remained silent, not wanting to provoke her master.

For a while, the crashing and kicking sounds continued before it fell into complete silence.

After a period of silence, she finally knocked on the door.

"Cough, cough, you can come in now," the ancient voice spoke again, and the saintess opened the door with a smile on her rosy lips.

Inside the room was a blonde woman with a blindfold over her eyes and fair skin, much like the saintess, only plumper and exuding a more mature vibe. In her hand was a perfectly balanced scale, while her other hand formed a strange peak shape with her thumb connected to her middle finger.

The saintess glanced at the crumbled table and the destroyed objects scattered all over the place without much emotion on her face.

She didn't dare to show any contempt or amusement towards the woman in front of her.

This woman was her master and the strongest wizard in the church, a tier six wizard just one step away from reaching that tier which would make a wizard essentially immortal.

"Tell me the person's description," her master said, her expression indescribable. "Was the person's name William?"

"I don't know, Master," the saintess shook her head. "He was bulky, very bulky, with long white hair and a terrifying pair of piercing crimson eyes."

"Huh?" The master was immediately stunned upon hearing this. "Are you sure?" Her expression grew more serious.

"You can look at the scene yourself."

While saying this, the saintess took out an ordinary-looking stone. To the untrained eye, it appeared mundane, but those who understood its true nature knew better.

Inside the stone was a complex web of spells that could record the movement of mana in the surroundings, creating a clear video.

It functioned like a camera, capturing real-life scenarios without any special effects. It could even interpret the mana length of the spells used and roughly determine which spell was cast.

Soon, all the scenes that had occurred flashed through the projection of the stone.

"Such power and heat... Is this a variant of fire magic that's stronger? And the person is a tier three wizard?" the master frowned for the first time.

"My assumption was similar to yours, Master, and his physique should also be very strong," the saintess said politely.

"Why were you stunned by it?"

"Because, Master, you recently conducted a divination to find out the luck of our force. In what I saw, there was a person with golden hair that radiated divine, overflowing luck. He single-handedly almost destroyed our church while our luck was low. This was supposed to happen around this time, and he should have appeared in the mine of our force."

"Eh?" The saintess was stunned upon hearing this. "How is this possible? We have you, Master, as the tier six wizard, not to mention countless tier five and four wizards. Is luck that powerful?"

"Ever since the Fate Palace was destroyed or damaged by that first emperor, our church cannot divine the fate and destiny of people. The only unknown factor that remains is luck, which has never changed," the master explained carefully, resentment in her tone.

"We used to be a superpower, with my great-grandmother being a tier eight wizard, the peak of the world at that time. But since the first emperor destroyed the Fate Palace, our greatest advantage was lost, causing countless losses. Over time, not even a single tier seven or higher wizard could survive."

The saintess's eyes widened in horror as she processed what her master was saying.

"These..."

"You must never speak of this to the outside world. Although the Divine Human Kingdom doesn't care about our tiny church hidden in the Roashari Kingdom, there are plenty of forces that want to curry favour," the master said, rubbing her temples.

"Leave now, I am tired."

"Yes, Master." The saintess bowed her head and quickly left the room.

In the silence that followed, the master of the church began to mutter incomprehensible words as golden light continuously flashes in the room.

"There were some variables initially. I wanted to turn William to our side and devour his luck to supplement our own. But the brat who came has average luck, no black luck. He must have harmed that child of luck, and now my plan has failed."

Still muttering, she left the room, her expression one of deep contemplation and frustration.

…

Aur's ears twitched, hearing the continuous neighing of horses.

His vision was blocked by countless horses, and among these horses were knights—countless knights with a strong presence, each at least at the peak of mortal strength.

He was a little shocked by this scene: the peak of mortal strength was equivalent to a wizard apprentice, and there were so many of them that even a tier one wizard would be exhausted to death by such power.

This wasn't the most shocking thing; instead, it was how so many mortals without mental space were able to reach the peak of mortal strength.

With the suppression of the physical path in this world, cultivating the body was extremely difficult.

"Do you know anything about this, Asmodeus?" Aur muttered.

In one of the storage bags he was carrying, there was also the golden text which could be carried just in a normal jar.

From inside it, Asmodeus and Lily both looked astonished at this scene as well.

"No, I don't know," Asmodeus' voice was shaky as if he could not believe it. "What happened to the world after my centuries of being sealed?" He looked at Lily.

"Don't look at me. I was also sealed in the dungeon before," Lily said with a casual shrug.

"Hey beggar, the miss has called you."

In the outside world, a servant girl called to Aur with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

Aur's eyes narrowed as he nodded his head, adopting a flattering expression. "What would your great miss want from a beggar like me?"

The servant looked at Aur with even more disdain and some disgust. "My miss's words are absolute, so follow me, you damn beggar."

"This..." Aur hesitated reluctantly. "Yes."

"Don't bully him like that." Suddenly, a sweet voice rang from the main carriage, and a tender hand appeared at the door, opening it.

A woman wearing a veil, dressed in a purple one-piece outfit, stepped out of the carriage. Her eyes were gentle and seemed to radiate boundless kindness.

"I am sorry for my servant, but I found you starving in such a condition. Where are you going?"

"I don't know," Aur shook his head without hesitation.

"Then... would you like to follow us and join our humble force? Seeing your tall stature, you must have some strength, so you can work as a coolie at least."

Aur's eyes lit up when he heard this. His lips curled into a smile, and he started to dance here and there like a caveman.

"That means I could eat, right?"

The servant's eyes filled with even more disdain, while the miss maintained her smile.

"Yes, you could eat as much as you want if you follow us."

"Alright, alright, alright, I will follow you then, as long as you can provide me with food," he said, his expression turning silly with excitement.

"Then follow us."

With a wave of her hand, Aur was swiftly designated to the back of the carriage, where more beggars like him were gathered, all with excited faces.

"Are there more beggars like me?" Aur's eyes immediately turned amused when he saw them. His crimson pupils flickered with an unknown light.

"Brother, where are you from?" Immediately, a man wearing ragged clothes, slightly better than the other beggars, warmly smiled at him.

Aur lazily glanced at him and immediately sat down with his eyes closed.

"Hmph, everyone is a beggar, yet you let your arrogance take over," the man sneered, no longer focusing on Aur.

It was simply a waste of time talking to these people for Aur. He didn't disdain them; he just felt it would be a waste of time to talk to them.

The reason he agreed so easily to ride in this miss's carriage was because he was interested in the method that allowed so many knights to reach the peak of mortal limits.

This should have been impossible, even from Asmodeus and Lily's understanding, unless the resources spent on them were incalculable.

But who would spend such a terrifying amount of resources just to cultivate mortals?

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