DMS Chapter 209

Because Flinx had promised the children's teachers that he would allow them to study his Telepathy spell, he honored his word.

Although he asked to postpone the testing until the next day since it was already late, the four elderly wizards insisted on completing it that very night.

They also wanted to examine his Teleport spell, but Flinx refused.

That had never been part of their agreement.

He explained that he was currently traveling and had only returned to Ilioven to provide funds for the children's education before continuing his journey.

After failing to persuade him, the four old wizards reluctantly agreed to limit their research to Telepathy.

Flinx intentionally kept them interested in his Teleport spell.

He suspected he might need their cooperation again in the future, perhaps when taking the children on another outing or vacation.

For the next five hours, Flinx followed every instruction the wizards gave regarding the use of Telepathy.

They repeatedly sent him to different locations before asking him to establish mental contact with them, apparently measuring the spell's effective range and its ability to penetrate magical wards.

It quickly became obvious that the wizards were astonished.

None of the protective barriers they tested had been able to block his spell.

Flinx theorized that the reason might be that his transmigration system used a completely different form of magical energy than the native spellcasting methods of this world.

Of course, that was only speculation.

He knew very well that he—and all the other Earthlings, for that matter—were woefully ignorant when it came to the true nature of magic.

They were merely system users.

Casting spells through the system felt more like mentally pointing and clicking than actually understanding magic.

Once, Flinx and the other former dungeon miner slaves had discussed spellcasting in depth.

All of them eventually reached the same conclusion.

If they truly wanted to understand magic, they would have to study it as genuine students instead of relying entirely on the transmigration system.

Unfortunately, none of them had any real desire to do so.

Paul and Mark admitted that perhaps someday, once the novelty of the system wore off, they might pursue formal magical studies.

For now, however, they were more than content enjoying the advantages their transmigration systems provided.

Several of his friends pointed out that the System Shopping Site alone was enough to allow them to survive almost anywhere.

Not only could it provide food and daily necessities, but it also sold weapons and defensive equipment.

To their amazement, the marketplace offered countless varieties of bows, crossbows, swords, shields, armor, and many other items.

Paul and Mark had theorized that although the System Shopping Site resembled the online shopping platform from Earth, it clearly wasn't the same service.

They had discovered products that simply didn't exist on Earth.

After returning home, they had compared both marketplaces and confirmed that many of the items available through the system could not be purchased from the original online store.

One example particularly excited Flinx.

The System Shopping Site even sold yachts.

That was one of the reasons he had decided that if his journey eventually brought him to the sea, he would simply purchase a yacht and continue traveling.

Samuel later confirmed through the group's web-based messenger that such vessels weren't available on Earth's original shopping site.

That realization convinced everyone that their transmigration system was truly overpowered.

Samuel merely laughed.

"That's only natural," he had written. "I've never read a web novel where the system was mediocre. Every single one of them was ridiculously overpowered."

He then added that it was a shame their system wasn't sentient.

"I'd prefer having a beautiful lady's voice talking to me."

Flinx had been horrified by that suggestion.

The last thing he wanted was another consciousness living inside his head and claiming to be his system.

He much preferred having complete peace and quiet inside his own mind.

Although the children's teachers wished to continue experimenting with Telepathy, Flinx finally put his foot down.

He politely but firmly told them that it was time for him to resume his journey.

The four elderly wizards reluctantly accepted his decision.

Still, Flinx wanted to maintain a good relationship with them.

After all, they were responsible for educating his wards.

Before leaving, he assured them that he wouldn't object to further testing in the future.

The unspoken implication that he might also allow them to examine some of his other spells noticeably brightened their moods.

Satisfied, Flinx took his leave.

Since he had already said goodbye to Olivia, Ambrose, and Christopher, he cast Teleport and returned directly to his log cabin in the forest beside the distinctive tree he had chosen as his landmark.

By the time he arrived, it was already late into the night.

After cleaning himself with Prestidigitation, Flinx went straight to bed.

He slept soundly, comforted by the knowledge that both Pip and a powerful wind elemental were guarding the cabin.

The following morning, Flinx purchased a hearty breakfast from the System Shopping Site.

Since he had skipped dinner the previous evening, he ate with enthusiasm.

While eating, he updated his friends through their group chat about everything the wizards had discovered during their experiments.

The most remarkable finding was that none of the Mage Guild's protective wards had been able to block his Telepathy spell.

He also shared his theory that the transmigration system might be using an entirely different form of mana or magical energy from the one employed by native wizards.

His message quickly sparked another lengthy discussion.

In the end, however, everyone reached the same conclusion.

None of them possessed enough knowledge to draw any meaningful answers.

After finishing breakfast and chatting with his friends, Flinx dismissed his log cabin and resumed his journey.

The autumn morning was pleasant.

Although the air remained chilly, the rain had finally stopped.

Not that Flinx minded rain.

He had spells that kept him completely dry regardless of the weather.

Nor did he dislike gloomy days.

Unlike many people, he never found rainy weather depressing.

Instead, it reminded him of sitting comfortably in a warm chair while drinking hot cocoa and reading a good book.

Of course, he knew his perspective would probably be different if he were an ordinary traveler forced to endure cold rain without magical protection.

Fortunately, his abilities allowed him to remain comfortable almost anywhere.

As he walked, he noticed large flocks of birds migrating overhead.

They were likely flying south in preparation for the coming winter.

The forest echoed with the constant sounds of beasts gathering food and supplies before the cold season arrived.

Pip informed him that several dangerous beasts and lesser monsters inhabited the surrounding woods.

Fortunately, most of them avoided the road.

If any wandered too close, Pip simply drove them away with its magic.

Flinx found the situation rather amusing.

He rarely strayed far from the road because it was the only reliable way to avoid getting lost.

In truth, he had no idea where he was going.

He was simply following whatever road lay before him.

As a matter of fact, he wasn't even certain which direction he was traveling anymore.

The only thing he knew for certain was that he had left Ilioven through its eastern gate and had continued walking ever since.