The Witches Land on the New Continent

"That's not right."

Alisa shook her head.

"Although it makes sense in theory, don't forget about the Dungeons. The diversity of species is fully represented inside them."

"Hmm..."

Alisa's words reminded Lan Qingyou of the Dungeons.

So was her guess wrong?

"Or... maybe the way it manifests is different?"

Lan Qingyou set down her Chopsticks and looked at Alisa.

"What do you mean?"

Alisa narrowed her eyes.

"To put it simply, it's an attribute. This Wooden Nail might cause the Scorched Earth, or something else might be responsible for it."

"It's like the elemental attributes—wind, fire, water, earth, and so on."

Lan Qingyou spoke at length.

In her view, everything in this world was inseparable from Magic Power.

And where there was Magic Power, there had to be attributes.

Even something like 'attribute-less Magic Power' could, in a sense, be said to have the attribute of 'nothingness.'

So this World Tree nail, which even her Magic Eye had yet to fully understand, must have its own attribute—or perhaps its own 'purpose.'

"Hmm... that does sound reasonable."

When it came to attributes, Magic Power, and the like, no one had more say than a witch.

So the two women continued discussing the matter as they enjoyed their meal.

"Talking about it won't get us anywhere. Why not follow the coordinates in the Emerald Tablet? Then we'll find out what's really going on."

"That's true."

"Then let's go see whether it's the same elsewhere."

"Or maybe every place is different."

Once they had finished their pleasant meal and discussion, the two immediately set off.

They continued their journey, following the coordinates recorded in the Emerald Tablet.

Meanwhile.

On a coastal cliff somewhere on the New Continent, a temporary settlement was being built.

Beside it stood a familiar structure—the sunken Teleportation Plaza.

However,