World Richest: My Infinite Wealth Began With World Travelling-Chapter 37: Scripts (6/)

Silence enveloped the entire tunnel in an abrupt hush following the disappearance of the blinding light and the revelation of the bright blue portal spinning above the magic formation engraved on the ground.

Everyone who had recovered their vision after the temporary blaze of light could now be seen staring at the portal with astonished expressions—most notably the old wizard.

"Spatial magic!"

"Spatial magic!"

The old wizard kept repeating the same two words over and over, his eyes alight with triumph and his aged voice echoing across the small gathering.

King Julian stared at the portal with a relieved expression—the portal’s sudden appearance a symbol of hope.

Theobald was as astonished as his men. In that moment, the captain regretted doubting both the king and the wizard earlier.

"Alister."

That name suddenly flashed into the captain’s mind, vividly recalling the chaotic battle that had been abruptly ended by the earthquake and the activation of the magic formation.

Theobald turned toward the spot where the hero had battled the undead, his astonishment growing so intense his mouth fell open and his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

Where hundreds of fierce undead once roamed, now lay a dumpsite of bones. A massive heap of skeletal remains stretched across a vast expanse.

"Alister!" Theobald’s eyes snapped to the hero, and panic swiftly replaced the astonished expression that had held his face.

Alister staggered out of the heap of skeletal remains, one hand clutching his sword and the other pressed against a ghastly wound in his stomach that bled profusely, staining his hands red with his own blood.

Seeing the sorry state of the hero, Theobald dropped his weapon and sprinted towards Alister without any hesitation.

"This is bad... Alister!" Theobald exclaimed, halting before the struggling hero and wrapping his arm around Alister’s shoulder to support him.

Alister flinched as his multiple injuries throbbed. He writhed in so much pain.

"Osborne! We need your miracle potion—the hero is badly hurt!" Theobald barked, his loud voice drawing the others’ attention to both him and Alister.

"Ahh! What happened?"

"This is very bad!"

"Did he single-handedly take down all the undead in just a few seconds?"

The soldiers reacted immediately, and a few among them ran forward to assist Alister.

King Julian grew even more worried and rushed to the hero as well.

Meanwhile, the old wizard’s attention remained crazily fixed on the portal, his mouth repeating those same words over and over again.

"Fucking hell! Somebody wake that old bag from his slumber—we need his help here!"

One of the soldiers supporting Alister barked at the old wizard, frustration coloring his tone.

One of the soldiers close to the portal rushed over and tapped the old wizard hard on the back until he came back to his senses.

"The hero is badly injured!"

Osborne fixed his gaze on Alister and immediately realized how dire the hero’s condition was. Alister had lost so much blood from numerous wounds that it was even impressive he remained conscious.

"Give this to him."

He withdrew a small vial from his spatial pouch and carefully handed it to the soldier.

"Hmm," murmuring as he grabbed the vial, the soldier rushed over to Alister.

Theobald and the others had already found a suitable spot and helped Alister to sit down.

King Julian took the vial of healing potion from the soldier, opened it carefully, and administered it to Alister, who was barely breathing at that moment.

[ Healing potion has been consumed! ]

As with the first healing potion he consumed just hours earlier, a warm, rejuvenating sensation erupted from his stomach and spread throughout his entire body.

Energy began returning again, and his body began recovering rapidly.

The ghastly wound on his abdomen began closing at a visible pace.

However, due to its severity, Alister felt a mild itch as it miraculously and rapidly healed.

After about a minute, the ghastly injury had completely closed, the pain throughout his body vanished, and his energy returned.

"Sigh."

He heard the voices of those surrounding him as they softly sighed in relief.

After he recovered, so many questions from curious crew members were thrown at him.

"Did you take down all the undead alone?"

"How did you manage to achieve that?"

"Before the magic formation activated, there were still dozens of monsters swarming over you. How did you survive?"

Alister shrugged, he couldn’t really say how they actually died because his vision was blinded at that moment.

He could only end the torrent of questions by admitting he survived thanks to a burst of energy and sheer determination to survive.

Fortunately, his answers were readily believed.

Relieved, Alister proceeded with the crucial question, "What happened? The earth... and the strange light—what caused it?"

"The magic formation succeeded, it opened a portal. Have a look for yourself," King Julian said, smiling just before stepping away from the path that blocked the hero’s sight.

Alister’s eyes landed on the bright blue portal, eerily similar to the one he had used to enter this world.

The fast-spinning vortex was a mesmerizing sight to behold, drawing every gaze.

While gazing at the wondrous spatial portal, his eyes locked on Osborne.

"What is wrong with Osborne?" he asked, frowning.

"It is difficult to explain, I think he’s still in shock that he actually managed to open a portal."

"The old man has gone crazy!"

"We shouldn’t blame him—spatial magic is very rare and almost divine. The mages who have wielded spatial magic spells since the beginning of time can only be counted on one hand."

Answers came from many of the others.

Alister nodded while observing the portal, its reflection shining in his bright blue eyes.

A question popped into his mind that he shared with the others "How can we be sure this portal will take us to our destination?"

The reason behind his question was simple: the magic formation and its accompanying scripts weren’t Osborne’s own creation—he had only activated what was already inscribed.

In other words, the portal itself could easily be a trap.