Chapter 1238: Iron Curtain World_2

Chapter 1238: Chapter 398: Iron Curtain World_2

Despite eradicating the Wizards, the President inherited their legacy.

This thought sent a shiver down Ian’s spine. If true, then the President’s immortality is built upon the bones of countless Wizards and the destruction of the entire Magic Civilization.

And if this is true.

Perhaps part of the reason the President wanted to destroy the Wizard Civilization also involves this aspect.

A dictator.

Would never allow others to have more, or even infinite, time just like him; otherwise, how would the world know of his greatness and invincibility?

The main idea is to create a King whom no one can shake, no one can question, and no one can challenge. In wanting to mythologize himself, the President also has to eradicate Wizards.

After all, Wizards are a fearless group, and while it’s possible for them to accept this main idea, the subject can only be another Wizard.

Just like Voldemort.

“So, Wizards didn’t know from the beginning that the path the President took would not accommodate them.” After some thought, Ian’s eyes lit up slightly.

The fate of Wizards in this wrong timeline is truly lamentable.

However.

For Ian, the fact that the President might have seized all Wizards’ legacy is not necessarily a bad thing. He initially wandered aimlessly seeking materials and clues to repair the Time Machine, but now, a clear target has emerged—the President’s lair!

There might be all the Wizard’s wealth!

Saving Ian a lot of time searching!

Needless to say.

If the President needs to use Wizard means to maintain immortality, he definitely would amass all Wizard resources. The President’s lair is Ian’s greatest Treasure Vault.

Even if only collected as war trophies, it must abound with this world’s top resources, whether rare Magic Materials or deeper secrets of this warped timeline, and even clues about the “mysterious will” that attacked the Time Machine!

Ian believes.

This timeline surely relates to that will interfering with him!

The risk is extremely high.

But the reward might be beyond imagination.

“Do it!” Ian decided in his heart. He quickly finished his remaining food, paid, and left the restaurant.

On the street, the oppressive feeling was more concrete. The street was wide, buildings were rigidly orderly, and large flags were hung at intervals. Passersby hurried with indifferent and weary expressions, rarely communicating. Uniformed Youth League members moved in groups, singing military songs, their eyes arrogant.

Loudspeakers at the street corner sporadically broadcast production targets or slogans. An invisible, suffocating sense of order enveloped everything.

Based on previous information from the police captain’s memory, Ian knew he needed to head to Forest City—the Empire’s central hub, now the world’s largest city.

He couldn’t Apparate directly as he had never been to Forest City in this world, unsure of the specific destination, making the risk too high. Furthermore, Magic in this world was extremely thin and unstable, and using his Flying Broom or Magic Flying Carpet could easily cause unforeseen Magic Disorder.

Which might drop him from the sky.

For this reason.

Even as a Legendary Wizard, Ian could only take “Muggle” transportation in this world. After inquiring, he arrived at the city’s transportation hub.

There was no train station he was familiar with, instead replaced by a gigantic, domed “Airship Hub Station.” Inside, it was crowded, yet unusually quiet, with only the cold female voice from the broadcast announcing flight details.

“Truly absurd technology.”

Ian looked up and saw this world’s wonder—a massive spindle-shaped airship hovering beside tall berths, its gas bags painted with Iron Crosses and swastikas. They did not resemble airplanes but rather more like airships from his impression of Qilin City, though larger in size and more… peculiar in technical detail. Smaller balloon boats, resembling public buses, traversed lower altitudes.

“Is civilian aviation really reliant on this thing?” Ian thought to himself, startled at how skewed this world’s technology tree was. Airplanes seemed mainly for military use, while civilian long-distance transportation was monopolized by these fuel-efficient airships. It’s said that in this universe, the President truly has a flying saucer as his presidential aircraft.

“Balloon boats are slow, with fixed routes, easier to control.” Ian felt this might be another facet of the high-pressure society, and he lined up to buy a ticket. The line was long, everyone waiting silently, no one talking. The broadcast looped: “Please do not carry prohibited items, comply with security checks, maintain Empire order.”

When it was Ian’s turn, he used a forged identity to purchase a “third-class cabin” ticket. The ticket inspector scanned his documents and suitcase, verifying accuracy before allowing him through.

After boarding, the cabin was simply furnished but clean.

The seats were hard plastic, with narrow spacing. Passengers, dressed in uniform work clothes or uniforms, sat with expressionless faces, like pre-programmed robots.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and an odd, ether-like scent. Ian sat by the window. The ship slowly ascended, the balloons expanding, lifting the cabin off the ground.

“Quite intriguing.”

During the long flight, Ian gazed out the porthole below.

The land was divided into neat squares, farms, factories, residential areas distinctly separated, exuding a cold efficiency. There was almost no sight of natural, haphazard scenes.

The arrayed rectangular buildings, like giant beehives, were orderly yet lifeless.

During the flight, the broadcast sounded again:

“Dear passengers, you are aboard the Empire Sky Transport Agency flight number 734, heading to the capital, Forest City. The journey is expected to take 4 hours. Please adhere to the following regulations:

1. Discussion of politics, religion, and old-era history is prohibited;

2. Photography of the scenery outside the window is prohibited;

3. If suspicious behavior is observed, please report it immediately to a crew member.

Thank you for your contribution to the Empire’s order.”

Ian sneered.

Even sitting in a spacecraft, one has to be monitored in every possible way.

In such a world.

The citizens seem to have a stronger will than even Americans.

Very enduring.

He pretended to rest his eyes but actually used Magic Perception to sense his surroundings. He discovered that the entire ship was enveloped in a weak Energy Field—not Magic, but an Anti-Magic interference wave, suppressing any form of Supernatural Power activation. No wonder not a single Wizard remained in this world.

Once discovered.

They were eradicated.

During the flight, a flight attendant pushed a food cart over. She wore a crisp uniform, her smile as standardized as if sculpted from a mold.

“Sir, would you like a ‘Nutritional Supplement’? Specially made by the Empire, enhances physique, prevents viruses.” She handed over a vial of blue liquid, promoting it.

“No, thank you.” Ian shook his head in refusal. He dared not drink such a dubious “supplement,” fearing it might be poison laced with mind-controlling drugs.

As a Master of Magic Potions.

He already detected an odd smell within.

Outside the window.

Several larger military airships flew in formation, equipped with turrets and missiles, patrolling along the border. In the distance, a massive Energy Barrier spanned the horizon, like a transparent wall enveloping the entire nation—the ultimate Defense system of the “Iron Curtain Plan,” guarding against external enemies and internal escape.

Four hours later, the ship began descending.

Through the clouds, Ian finally saw Forest City.

The sight of this Empire’s capital left him breathless.

It didn’t look like a city, more like a gigantic mechanical fortress.

The center was a towering black spire a thousand meters high, resembling an evil Empire salute, with its top floating a huge Crystal Ball, emitting a bluish glow—”President’s Eye,” said to be a super device integrating surveillance, communication, and energy. Most striking was that above the city, several airborne fortresses hovered.

They hung like inverted mountains, with cables and pipes descending to connect to the ground. The fortress surface was covered with turrets and radar, clearly serving as mobile military command centers.

“Is this it?” Ian murmured. For a moment, Ian even felt as if he had traversed time and space.

This is a game few have ever played.