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"Nothing will go wrong this time, right?" Elise shot him a sidelong glance and took out a Traveler's Badge as well. "Prob—probably not." Thinking of those Chosen of God, Anse could only hastily change his answer.

Even a Warlock with ridiculously good luck had a divine artifact. Who could guarantee that those Chosen of God had none?

"I'm not a Chosen of God, so I'm relatively safe," he added.

"You weren't one before, either." Elise raised her wand and pointed it at him from afar. "How long will it take this time?"

"Eight hours at most." Anse considered it. "If the Philou Mercenary Group arrives, have them wait for now."

According to their agreement, the Philou Mercenary Group should have finished all their tasks and packed up their belongings. Today was the day they were supposed to report to White Stone Island.

"Don't worry." Elise gently shook the Maple Leaf Badge in her hand. "Come back early. If you're gone for more than a day, I'll come looking for you."

Anse said nothing, merely nodded at her, gripped the Traveler's Badge tightly, and began reciting the lengthy command phrase.

The Traveler's Badge bloomed with a faint glow. The fluctuations of magic power grew stronger and stronger, reaching their peak a minute later.

A magical radiance flashed. Anse felt the world spin, his five senses vanish, and time stretch out infinitely.

Perhaps it was an instant later, perhaps several minutes. He felt his body grow light, and his senses returned.

When he opened his eyes, an endless silver void stretched before him, with no distinction between up and down. Starlike points of flickering light dotted its expanse, while swirling white and gray clouds and bands of light drifted in the distance.

Even though this was his second time seeing the vast