A Team Caught Up in It

Under Bronte III's orders, the Giant Magic Box Monster had been lured out from the central square of Mechanical Heart, plunging the entire secret realm into turmoil and chaos.

The wizards currently fighting might have been implicated by him and suffered this undeserved disaster.

Boom, boom, boom—

Heavy footsteps struck every inch of the metal ground like the death knell of the apocalypse.

That was the pressure of the Giant Magic Box Monster.

This pressure was not a purely mental impact, but one mixed with high-density metal radiation.

The free energy particles in the air began to rage, like boiling water.

At the center of the storm was Dago.

Dago did not hesitate for long. With a flicker, he flew straight toward the source of the spell fluctuations.

In the world of wizards, there was no such thing as compassion without cause.

Nor was there any such crude amusement as merely diverting disaster onto others.

The logic behind every action stemmed from the pursuit of maximizing benefits.

In an unknown and dangerous secret realm, when faced with an irresistible force, finding others to share the pressure was an iron law of survival.

"Symbiosis and rivalry are often separated by only a single line."

Dago silently recited the wizard's code to himself.

If the wizards over there were strong enough, joining forces against the enemy would be the best option.

If they were weak, then they would make ready-made bait, buying him precious time to retreat.

No matter the outcome, taking the initiative through information was always wiser than fleeing blindly.

Of course, Dago was not necessarily looking for helpers. He would first go over and assess the situation before deciding.

His physical strength surged to its limit. The muscle fibers beneath his skin tightened like twisted steel cables, bursting forth