Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

917  11th Pentagram

Two months later...

After months of traveling with allies, Vicente had separated from Qiang, Lonan, Acidbelly, and Tenglin a few weeks ago.

Qiang and Lonan had gone to the central region together to gradually return to fighting vampires and monsters. Acidbelly and Tenglin went to Majestic Treefrog Grove to return to their respective tribes.

Since monsters and vampires had surrounded Majestic Treefrog Grove for the past few years, the two planned a slow and cautious journey back to their tribes. But with Vicente alive and on the loose in the north of the continent, the two were almost certain that the situation around their ancestral region was no longer the same.

Vicente was now alone, having spent the last few weeks traveling alone in search of his 11th pentagram. During his time traveling alone, he had avoided all the battles in his path, dodging monsters and vampires, using his skills to outwit his opponents, until he finally arrived where he was now.

In the northeast of the northern region, he was now meditating, sitting on the corpse of a gigantic beast.

A cyan pentagram hung over his body as he completed the steps of absorbing another essence into his first magical form.

Ignoring the vast and infinite sea in front of him, as well as the sunny and warm day it was today, Vicente felt his sixth essence of magnetic power merge perfectly with the rest of his magical foundation.

His mana avatar, now fully mature, pulsed energetically as the sixth space within it filled, while Vicente's new pentagram enriched his magical form.

For a moment, the three natural pentagrams of this magical form trembled, more indigo lines and symbols appearing on them, making them less and less cyan.

Vicente trembled as he felt this, fearing this absorption would take him to the next grade and take him off this continent.

But when the pentagram absorption process was over, fortunately, he didn't experience any qualitative evolution in any of the three pentagrams.

'That was close.' Vicente opened his eyes and felt sweat dripping from his forehead, down his cheeks, and onto his neck. 'When I absorb the pentagram from the throne, I won't be as lucky as I was today.'

The pentagrams of one magical form could hardly affect the other magical form. When he absorbed new essences into one of the magical forms, there was a small leakage of power that could subtly improve the quality of his pentagrams formed by special phenomena. But normally, only the magical form that received a new pentagram had access to such improvements.

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When he would go absorb the sixth pentagram from the throne, Vicente was almost certain that only the pentagrams from the throne would undergo a qualitative evolution, while those of his magnetic form would remain as they were or evolve little.

'If I'm lucky, my next pentagram won't make me reach the indigo grade and I'll still have a chance to live a while longer in Polaris Realm.'

That was Vicente's current hope, not to improve as much as he thought he would by taking his 12th pentagram.

But he found it difficult that his qualitative breakthrough would not happen. As far as his throne pentagrams seemed to advance, his first pentagram of this magical form was already at a more advanced point than those of his first magical form before the absorption of today's pentagram.

In other words, it would only take one more move for it to evolve!

"Sigh! I need to get back south as soon as possible while I still can." He stood up from where he was and looked at the peaceful sea ahead of him, feeling the breeze blowing against him.

Feeling he had no time to lose, he clenched one of his fists as his new pentagram, completely cyan, formed around one of his wrists.

The moment the cyan essence formed, Vicente's, and the free mana in the air distorted. Then, the space immediately in front of him lost all its molecules. A small black dot emerged from the vacuum, growing in size until it formed an oval portal large enough for Vicente to pass through.

He did what he had to do and crossed the space to an area thousands of kilometers away from his position. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

'I will take care of the damned traitors and then return to the southern region. Time to spend one last time with the family!'

He decided as he passed through the wormhole, quickly reaching an area in the north of the continent where the last Dark Path sects allied with the vampires were located.

A journey that would have taken him weeks took Vicente only a few seconds, and he couldn't help but smile as he thanked his luck for finding the beast that had given him his sixth pentagram.

But he didn't think much of it. As soon as he reached the area where one of the two headquarters that had yet to fall were located, he checked where he was, how far away his targets were, and the presence of troublesome beings.

With his current powers, Vicente didn't need more than a few seconds of observation and soon flew towards a mountain 15 kilometers away from his position.

The mana in the area changed as metallic elements in the air and metallic objects on the ground fell under his control.

With a smile on his face, he unleashed his full power using his first magical form, and in the blink of an eye, millions of metallic particles spread out neatly over an area of several square kilometers. Forming something like a dome, Vicente connected the metallic dots and the mana at his disposal, making the area invisible, the signals inside the dome completely impossible to feel outside of it.

'The 6th stage is truly magnificent. The level of my magical understanding is almost at its peak!'

He moved to make sure no one would understand what he was doing before he left this place.

The moment he moved, metal weapons formed around the entire mountain, and the grandiose structure marked by its prominent vegetation shook, while the buildings built inside the mountain cracked under his power.

All the members of the sect based there realized the approaching disaster, but it was too late for them. Even with several Archmages on guard, a massacre would take place there in the next few minutes.

But only Vicente would know about it. The people in this place would be exterminated, leaving behind screams and extreme signs that would be felt by no one but the victims' own executioner.

In the end, after collecting everything of value to him, Vicente left, heading for the headquarters of the last traitorous human organization, a force he still wanted to exterminate!