My Muscle System in the Mage World-Chapter 417: Greeting the Guest!?

"Yes, with the resources you've consumed, along with the Rat King and those Tier Seven Wizards continuously attacking this world, it's inevitable for the world to lose mana," Stella explained.

"How much time remains?" Aur asked, his heart tightening.

He had only glimpsed the future once, yet those Wizards had already found his coordinates. Aur hadn't prepared enough; there was still so much to learn by seeing the future again, but the timing wasn't right.

"Sigh, I need more time," he muttered, his eyes narrowing.

Unfortunately, in real life, there's never enough time. If you don't act now, who knows what the future holds?

"Take me to see them," Aur commanded calmly.

"Yes, master." Stella nodded. "I can show their image here."

"Then do it."

Immediately, a mirror materialized before Aur, displaying a vivid scene.

Four black-masked figures floated in the void, suspended in the air, with only their eye sockets visible—dark and pupil-less.

They appeared eerily still, but to Aur's keen eyes, the situation was far more complex.

"The mana fluctuations..." he muttered, his heart trembling.

"Are they using a Tier Seven spell?" Aur turned to Stella for confirmation.

"No, master," she replied nervously, her gaze fixed on the mirror. "They appear to be using a Tier Six spell. However, its effectiveness depends heavily on the user. And on top of that, they're employing killer moves entirely composed of Tier Six."

"Hmm."

Aur narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to the scene of the future he had witnessed.

"Think, Aur, think of a solution," Aur screamed internally, his thoughts racing yet unable to piece together an answer.

"Master, we urgently need your help. If this continues, the world will be destroyed!" Stella's voice quivered with desperation.

The room around them was simple—a bed, a study table, and a cushion on the floor for meditation. Yet, in this moment, it felt suffocating.

Sweat dripped slowly from Aur's forehead as he stood frozen, his heart pounding like an alarm. Each beat echoed like the grim reaper's call, inching closer.

"Master, only one Tier Eight mana remains!" Stella shouted, her eyes clenched shut, her body trembling as light reflected off her bald head.

"What about Tier Seven?" Aur demanded.

"It's still the same," Stella said nervously, her voice tinged with unease. "This world is crumbling even faster now. It was already on the verge of collapse, with the world barely able to generate a single Tier Seven Mana per cycle."

"Hmm," Aur murmured, his gaze distant.

A cycle was roughly equivalent to a year in the real world—a span of time so vast, yet the output so pitiful. The realization of how fragile this world had become was almost laughable. A single Tier Seven Mana per cycle was a drop in an ocean.

Not to mention those five terrifying Tier Seven wizards, who knew the exact coordinates and were trying to break through all at once.

Even Aur himself had managed to cause some damage to this world—though that was only because Stella had not been able to fight back because of exploiting the rules of the trial. It was hanging by a thread!

His expression remained calm, but his mind churned, calculating the dwindling time they had left.

'Sigh, what should I do?'

This thought rang repeatedly in his head, the pressure mounting until it felt as though his skull might split apart.

"How much time is left until they can completely break through?" Aur asked.

"It will take them at most a few hours, Master," Stella replied.

"What if they do come in?" Aur pressed, asking the crucial question.

"Then they will absolutely destroy this world, Master," Stella said grimly. "They are beings who have already converted their Mental Space into a True World." She paused briefly before continuing, "If you think it would be as easy as slaughtering those Tier Six wizards, then you are gravely mistaken."

"Why is it so?"

"No matter how strong those Tier Six or lower wizards are, they all share a fatal weakness: their Mental Space has not yet converted into a True World. They remain bound by external mana and vulnerable to external pressure. Tier Seven wizards, however, are entirely different beings."

"You don't need to repeat yourself again," Aur interrupted, his tone sharp.

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he uttered the unexpected command: "Let them in."

Stella blinked, startled. "Hurry and think of something, Mas—Huh, what?"

She froze, her gleaming bald head catching the light like the brilliance of the sun.

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"Do I need to repeat myself? Let them in!" Aur's voice was cold.

"Eh…" Stella hesitated, utterly baffled.

"I said, let them in!" Aur's shout this time was even more forceful.

Stella collapsed to her knees, trembling. "Ahhh… please forgive me, Master," she cried, groveling at his feet, her forehead nearly touching the floor as she begged for mercy.

"Hmm." Aur nodded, and his figure vanished from the place.

Stella silently watched his disappearing figure, muttering to herself, "I don't want to die."

One should never underestimate the instinct to survive that is deeply ingrained in the souls of the living. From birth, it is etched into their very being, and only a few have managed to achieve complete detachment from the fear of death. Even those who proclaim, "I am not scared of death," carry that fear deep within their souls.

Stella, who had recently been reborn, was no different. The more she lived, the more her obsession with life grew.

In that fleeting moment, a rebellious thought flickered in her mind, but just as quickly as it surfaced, it disappeared almost instantly.

Stella stood up, creating a portal before her, and walked into it.

Outside of this portal awaited the outside world!

The four figures stood in the void silently, their expressions unreadable. The moment Stella appeared, they immediately canceled their spells.

The tallest of the four stepped forward, his imposing figure exuding a terrifying pressure.

"Are you the Guardian Spirit of this world?"

"Yes." Stella replied in a cold, mechanical tone, completely devoid of emotion.

The tall masked man glanced back at the others, exchanging silent looks with the others before turning back to Stella.

"You are quite bold."

"My master said to greet his guests, so please," Stella responded as she beckoned with her hand to enter the portal.

The four were stunned on the spot, unable to hide their surprise at her audacity.

"Quite bold of him, huh?" The shortest of the four broke the silence, laughing like a maniac. "He wouldn't have dared to enter the Island containing Tier Seven if he didn't have this much arrogance. I like this brat."