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Ryan didn't want the classroom to descend into chaos, especially since these elves could easily destroy his classmates' belongings. With a swift wave of his wand, he pointed at the desk and cast a transformation spell. The desk instantly turned into a fine net. He then shouted, "Wadi Vasi!" and the net flew towards the cage on the podium like a bullet, wrapping around most of the elves along with the cage itself.
The few elves that slipped through the net were quickly subdued by the students. Harry even managed to trap one by slamming a book down with surprising agility.
Once all the elves were stuffed back into their cages, Lockhart stepped forward, his face full of exaggerated admiration. He briefly praised the class and then awarded Ryan five points.
Ryan couldn't help but smile—not because of Lockhart's praise but because he received a message from the system in his mind: Two offset points obtained for preventing the catastrophe caused by the elves in the classroom.
Lockhart mistook Ryan's smile for admiration and launched into another boastful monologue. "Ah, when I was traveling in Scotland, I came across hundreds of elves. But I subdued them all with a spell of my own creation…"
Thankfully, the class time was nearly up, and the sound of the bell rescued everyone from Lockhart's endless boasting.
After class, Ryan and Hermione went to the library as usual to do their homework. Not long after, Ginny joined them. She thanked Ryan for the notebook he had given her and then curiously asked about Lockhart's lesson.
"All I can say is that Lockhart probably isn't a good teacher. He brings all his celebrity nonsense into the classroom. It's really inappropriate," Ryan whispered to Ginny. Hermione looked like she wanted to defend Lockhart but then hesitated and kept quiet.
After dinner, Ryan returned to his dormitory to pack a few things. He waited until the bathroom was empty before entering. He was certain by now that the bathroom was one of the few unmonitored places at Hogwarts, apart from the dormitories.
Locking himself inside a stall, he opened the space door and entered the Tim Hortans grocery store. Lately, Ryan felt he had almost fully absorbed his previous inheritance. He decided it was time to venture into a new world to see if there was anything there that could help him grow stronger.
Looking at the 49 offset points he had accumulated, Ryan contemplated his next move. He decided to enter a Level 5 world for his next adventure. The more powerful the world, the more offset points were required to master its challenges. Entering a Level 6 world was too risky. After all, the world of Plants vs. Zombies, with its 100,000-level zombie war, was already a Level 5 world. A Level 6 world would be unimaginably dangerous. Additionally, he wanted to save some points to boost his strength after the adventure.
Having made up his mind, Ryan communicated with Tim Hortans and paid the necessary offset points. A flash of light enveloped him, and he was transported to the new world.
"Where am I? This place doesn't look much different from the normal world."
Ryan stood on a dirt road, observing his surroundings. The road looked well-trodden, with footprints indicating frequent use. On either side were barren hills and dense woods. He walked over to the edge of the road to examine the trees more closely and realized they were common species found in southern regions.
"It seems like this is an eastern world," Ryan muttered to himself. "But what's the exact situation here?"
Using a life detection spell, he scanned the area and was immediately struck by the overwhelming presence of death. The aura of death was stronger than the aura of life. He kicked at a spot where the death aura was most concentrated and was startled to find a human tooth buried in the dirt.
"This doesn't look good. I'd better find some living people soon." Determined to investigate further, Ryan started down the dirt road. From his past experiences, he knew he often arrived near the Child of Luck in each world, so the road was the best place to start.
He took out a few items from Tim Hortans, removed his wizard robes, and stuffed them into his school bag. In most worlds, a black robe was a clear sign of trouble, so he decided to disguise himself as a traveler instead.
For over ten minutes, Ryan walked along the dirt road, flanked by barren mountains and dense woods. The aura of death remained constant, confirming that this wasn't just a minor issue but a widespread problem in the area. He silently prayed that this wasn't an apocalyptic world; fewer living people would mean fewer opportunities for growth.
Finally, after rounding a hill, the scenery changed. The barren mountains gave way to rice fields, where farmers were hard at work. Pedestrians appeared on the road, and in the distance, Ryan spotted a bustling town surrounded by a crumbling city wall.
From the clothing styles of the merchants and farmers, Ryan concluded that this was the Republic of China era. He suspected he had landed in the world of a Hong Kong movie but needed to ask someone to confirm which one.
As he approached the town, he noticed soldiers guarding the gate. These were no disciplined troops but rather a ragtag band of warlord soldiers, more like bullies than protectors. They casually rummaged through the belongings of townspeople, pocketing eggs and copper coins without shame.
Unfazed, Ryan confidently walked toward the gate. His modern appearance—tall, fair-skinned, and well-dressed—along with his air of authority, made the guards hesitate. Not wanting trouble, they let him pass without question, even nodding and bowing as he walked by.
"You're smart to know your place," Ryan said, imitating the haughty tone of a young master from a TV drama. He tossed a few silver coins at the guards, who scrambled to pick them up.
"These silver coins look pure, but they're smaller than usual and have strange foreign characters on them," one guard noted, examining the coins.
"He must be some rich kid returning from overseas," another guard speculated. "Even if the coins are smaller, they're pure silver—probably worth around two taels. That's enough to live on for a month!"
As Ryan walked deeper into the bustling market streets, he marveled at the vivid sights and sounds of the Republic of China era. Merchants hawked their wares, food stalls emitted delicious aromas, and the chatter of townspeople filled the air. But beneath this lively exterior, he could still sense the aura of death lingering in the background.
His instincts told him this world was more dangerous than it appeared. But the danger also meant opportunity, and Ryan was determined to uncover the secrets of this new world.
"Let's see what adventures await me here." With a confident smile, he continued down the street, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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