The Existence of Other Wizards

Bang!

Bang!

With every step the Giant Magic Box Monster took on its golden legs, the ground shook violently, and the vast metal plaza collapsed even faster.

It was as if the entire Mechanical Heart was trembling and swaying.

This was not merely a physical collapse, but the awakening of an ancient law.

In Dago's data-filled eyes were reflected endlessly collapsing geometric planes.

Every falling metal slab spoke of the precision and cruelty of this ruin's defensive mechanisms.

From a wizard's perspective, this was no ordinary disaster.

This was the signal that a "hunting ground" had opened.

Dago recovered from his brief shock, hastily scooped up the two collapsed stele towers, and retreated at high speed.

In a world where knowledge was power, even the smallest piece of information could tip the scales between life and death.

He could not leave them behind.

As he retreated, he saw countless jagged cracks spread across the surface of the legged Giant Magic Box Monster.

That was the physical manifestation of an overloaded rune structure.

Dark crimson energy fluid oozed out from the cracks like grease.

Then, amid a teeth-grinding tearing of metal—"Crack, crack, crack!"—a huge mouth emerged from the middle of the magic box.

It was not a feeding organ in the biological sense.

It was an industrial furnace that pulverized all matter.

The mouth was as horrifying as a shark's teeth, its depths as dark as a black hole, with rows of dense fangs faintly visible within.

It was the absolute negation of material structure.

Dago's scalp tingled. More importantly, the terrifying Giant Magic Box Monster looked ready to charge straight at him.

He had been locked on.

It was a fundamental mark based on soul fluctuations.

Unless one side died, the hunting program would not end.

Without time for further