Novel Full Chapter 1106 Plan?
From MC’s Perspective:
After arriving at the platform, I found myself surrounded by a sea of passengers waiting for the train, each face lost in their own thoughts. As I glanced around, an odd sense of familiarity washed over me, stirring memories from my hometown.
Back there, I often traveled by train—though it was nothing compared to what awaited me now. The trains here must be far more advanced, but I still couldn’t help wondering how much they had really evolved.
Ten minutes later, the air buzzed with anticipation. A sleek, silver train, gleaming under the platform lights, raced toward us. My breath caught in my throat as I laid eyes on it—sleek, modern, and effortlessly fast. It was a marvel of engineering, the kind I’d only read about. The design was so polished, so futuristic, that for a moment, I couldn’t look away.
With a smooth hiss, the train came to a halt. The doors slid open seamlessly, revealing the interior. One by one, passengers began to board, each of them radiating power. It was subtle at first, like a distant storm, but as more people stepped in, the pressure in the air thickened. These weren’t ordinary travelers—they were high-level wizards.
The sheer aura they exuded made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Experience new stories on empire
Then, I sensed something even more overwhelming. Among them was an aura so fierce it was suffocating—undoubtedly a peak-level wizard. My heartbeat quickened. Back in the Capital, high-level wizards were revered, treated with immense respect.
Ordinary folks there were mostly low to medium-level wizards. But here? This was the outskirts of Topset City, and yet, these powerful figures were just regular commuters. If the outer edge of the city held this much magic, I could only imagine the power that pulsed through the heart of the main city.
Shaking off my awe, I dismissed the unnecessary thoughts clouding my mind. I took a deep breath and stepped into the compartment, determined to blend in.
Meanwhile, Don Blaire paced back and forth in his lavish chamber, waiting for his servants to return. The moment they entered, he saw the fear etched on their faces, a clear sign that something had gone terribly wrong. His sharp eyes narrowed, and his voice cut through the air with cold authority.
“What happened?” he asked, his tone dangerously low.
The lead servant stepped forward, his voice trembling. “Young Master, he escaped from our grasp and boarded the train.”
There was a brief, tense silence before the servant bowed his head even lower. “Forgive us, Young Master,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.
Don’s eyes widened slightly, his surprise quickly giving way to seething rage. Again? He had been caught off guard once more by that insignificant, unknown ant. His blood simmered beneath his skin, his fists clenching involuntarily.
He, Don Blaire, young master of the illustrious Blaire Clan, was being outwitted by a nobody? The mere thought was enough to make his chest tighten with fury. He had authority, status, and a reputation that allowed him to command respect and obedience with a snap of his fingers. Yet somehow, this stranger had managed to slip away from his grasp twice now, making him look like a fool.
“Trash!” Don roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he glared at his trembling servants. “I won’t let him get away after disrespecting me like that. Where is he going?” His voice was harsh, demanding an answer.
One of the servants swallowed nervously before responding, “Young Master, he’s heading to the Headquarters.”
Don’s eyes flickered with surprise. Headquarters? That wasn’t just any destination. Headquarters was a crucial, neutral zone, governed by strict laws to maintain peace between rival factions. Even the Blaire Clan had to tread carefully there. He couldn’t cause chaos within its borders, especially with representatives from other powerful forces present.
Any reckless actions could jeopardize his family’s influence and invite trouble.
He gritted his teeth, his mind racing. As much as he wanted to storm into Headquarters and seize the stranger by force, his responsibilities as a Blaire weighed heavily on him. Reckless actions wouldn’t just stain his personal reputation—they’d bring dishonor to his entire clan.
After a moment of tense silence, Don’s anger simmered down into something colder, more calculated. There had to be a reason that stranger was heading to Headquarters. An unknown background, an unfamiliar face… it was too suspicious. There was more to this than just an ordinary escape.
“I’ll go to the Headquarters myself,” Don declared, his voice filled with steely resolve. “I want to know who this stranger really is—and why he’s so determined to hide.” A plan was already forming in his mind. He wouldn’t act hastily, but he would find the answers he needed. And when he did, there would be no more slipping away.
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On the other hand, the train sped away from the station with a startling intensity, the world outside becoming nothing more than a blur of colors and shapes. The landscape that had been so crisp moments ago now melted into streaks, barely discernible.
I leaned back in my seat, the gentle hum of the train’s engine a constant, calming rhythm as I focused on my device. My eyes scanned through the digital pages, diving deeper into the information about the Headquarters.
As the minutes ticked by, new details surfaced. The Headquarters, located in the heart of a small alliance nation, held more than just political importance.
What caught my attention most was the existence of the teleportation platform—a structure so old and powerful, it connected the Headquarters to the nearest city within the Ancient Redwood Country. That platform wasn’t just for show. It was active, used regularly by important figures to bypass the vast distances between cities.
At first, I thought this was privileged knowledge, something hidden from common folk. But the more I read, the clearer it became—this platform was practically a highway for the elite.
Wizards from the six most powerful forces used it daily, a routine as casual for them as catching a morning train. Permission was only required for those not in the inner circles. For everyone else, it was as simple as stepping on the platform and vanishing to their destination.
It dawned on me that this wasn’t just a tool for convenience. There was constant business, constant missions being executed through this network.
Wizards, envoys, and emissaries traveled back and forth between the Headquarters and distant regions, conducting matters of grave importance. That’s why the platform saw such frequent use. It wasn’t just a convenience; it was a lifeline for the daily operations of the powerful forces that governed this region.
I shifted in my seat, the thought weighing heavily on my mind. I was a new member of the True Elements Society, a prestigious wizard organisation in its own right. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind—should I reveal my affiliation when I reached the Headquarters? Would it grant me some leverage? The idea was tempting, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized the danger.
The forces within this small alliance nation were constantly at odds with each other, vying for power and influence. And if this nation’s internal politics were this complicated, what kind of game was being played in the Ancient Redwood Country? I couldn’t even begin to imagine the schemes and alliances that shaped their world.
Declaring my identity could draw unwanted attention, or worse, align me with the wrong people.
No. It was too risky. I shook the thought from my mind and stared out of the window again, watching the endless blur as the train cut through the landscape. I would keep my cards close to my chest for now. This wasn’t the time to gamble with my identity.
The Ancient Redwood Country is vast, a sprawling land teeming with power and influence. Numerous powerful organizations call it home, each vying for dominance in their own way.
It only makes sense that the True Elements Society, despite its prestige, has its fair share of rivals. Revealing my affiliation too soon could easily attract the wrong kind of attention. Until I reach the safety of the Society’s territory, it’s best to keep my identity hidden.
I sighed inwardly, a quiet frustration building. The challenge wasn’t just reaching the Headquarters—it was doing so without giving anything away.
The Headquarters wasn’t a place where just anyone could walk in, and I doubted a simple temporary ID would grant me the privileges I needed, especially access to the teleportation platform.
A structure of such importance would be tightly controlled, monitored for any threats. There had to be screenings in place—ways to filter out dangerous wizards and those with ill intent. I furrowed my brow, the complexity of the situation pressing down on me.
It was clear I couldn’t navigate this on my own. I would need help, someone with the influence or connections to bypass these hurdles. But who could I trust? I sighed inwardly.