A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 352 The Federation of Kolozia

The enormous doors shone with intense light, indicating that the Astral Gate was operating at full capacity.

To travel to a plane without an internal beacon, one needs extremely powerful energy to carve a small hole in the plane's barrier, allowing Jiang Shuzhou and Denuozhi to enter directly.

Of course, if Jiang Shuzhou is strong enough or rich enough, he can also send his army to launch a strong attack on the dimensional barrier and blast a hole in it.

However, that would consume a lot of resources, easily costing millions of magic stones.

Jiang Shuzhou's past intentions were to conquer the world, acquire new resources and manpower, and incidentally have some fun and enjoyment; he didn't simply want to destroy it.

Moreover, Jiang Shuzhou didn't have that many magic stones to waste.

"Lie down."

Jiang Shuzhou pointed to something that looked like a game pod and said to Denuozhi.

This was created by Jiang Shuzhou himself. It has a similar function to Roland and is based on other things. There's not much to say about it; the Alliance has already made it public.

It is said that many mages are now hiring players on Earth to invade other planes, after all, they are experienced. However, Jiang Shuzhou has not done this yet, mainly because he does not have any low-level planes. As for planes with high-level superhumans, players would just be throwing themselves away if they went there, and they would basically be unable to invade them.

Upon hearing this, Denuozhi obeyed Jiang Shuzhou's order without hesitation and lay down immediately.

Jiang Shuzhou picked up the soul crystal ball infused with the seed of spiritual power by Denuozhi and stored it directly into a small spatial ring.

This ring was specially made and has a certain ability to resist spatial storms. It also contains a lot of things.

The days of starting from scratch were too difficult. Ever since Jiang Shuzhou experienced the fighting and killing in the dark and damp lower city and the hand-made potion making in the harsh conditions of the mine, he never wanted to suffer like that again.

At the same time, the body that a soul chooses itself may not be good. For example, last time, if that body hadn't been infected with the Gray Blood Curse, Jiang Shuzhou's journey in that world might have ended there.

If it were someone else, perhaps there wouldn't be a good solution, but Jiang Shuzhou is an alchemist who studies flesh and blood. If he can't even create a new body for himself, what's the point of studying flesh and blood? He might as well just go home and farm.

So, Jiang Shuzhou created this spatial ring.

Although the space inside is only three cubic meters, it has everything you need, such as spellcasting materials for shaping the body, several sets of clothes, some gold and silver jewelry, as well as firearms, bullets and swords for self-defense, some food and water, a few magic stones for supplying energy in some elementless areas, and a small set of experimental equipment.

Jiang Shuzhou called it the "alternate dimension survival kit".

The contents inside are enough for someone to establish themselves in another dimension.

In fact, in many places, one can live comfortably.

Furthermore, there is another advantage: you only need to open a small opening in the plane and then throw the ring over.

Jiang Shuzhou's soul is carried by the ring, making him the old man inside the ring. Although he is not old, Jiang Shuzhou is indeed a grandpa.

Everyone in the territory would respectfully call Jiang Shuzhou "Master".

Jiang Shuzhou threw the ring into the Astral Gate, then lay down in the game pod, preparing to focus his energy on another dimension.

The ring entered the astral gate and appeared outside the barrier of a plane in the blink of an eye.

Then, as the Astral Gate gradually exerted its power, a small gap appeared in the dimensional barrier, and the ring accelerated directly into the dimensional plane.

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Good morning, everyone in the Federal Republic of Kolozia! How was yesterday? I'm sure it wasn't very good!

"Because the crime rate has skyrocketed again. Can you imagine? It's estimated that one in every thousand people has committed murder! Yes, although the data is horrifying, it's true!"

"Therefore, in order to change this situation, the government plans to enact new laws!"

"What exactly is it? Who knows? Surely they're not going to seal the files and prevent us media from seeing them, right? I don't think so, uh, maybe?"

"Alright, let's talk about something else and put the unpleasant things behind us! Today, a shooting star will streak across the sky and arrive at the town of Rhine in the Ovima State of the Federation. This is truly wonderful news."

"Everyone can make a wish upon a shooting star, anything! Let me start with mine: I wish there would be no more hell in the world! Because I don't want to go to a place like that after I die."

"Okay, this is your old friend Adno. Welcome to our channel. Before the next news segment, let's have a quick chat."

"Feeling listless? Why not try Ye..."

In the bar, Fachi was drinking a strong liquor while listening to the radio.

"Damn it, these capitalists are insane! They'll do anything! They'll even openly use something like 'leaf'!"

As a federal agent, he frequently battles criminals, and because of this, he is acutely aware of the dangers they pose.

But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't control it, the leaflets were now legal.

What can we do? They can use it however they want, and Faki has absolutely no way to stop them.

"Stop cursing. The federal congressmen won't listen to you. You'd be better off investigating the case properly and getting a big bonus. That's better than anything else."

Lanmich, standing to the side, looked completely indifferent.

Compared to Farch, Lanmitch, an old man who had been a federal agent for over thirty years, had long since become indifferent to the situation.

Only Faki, a young man who has only been here for four years, still has a bit of passion.

"But……"

"Hey, I told you, don't worry about so much, just do your job. If you want to make a change, then work hard to climb up the ladder. When you become the director of the FBI, won't it be a piece of cake to change that bill? It's better than complaining here."

Lanmich was young once too, so he naturally knew what Favish was thinking—nothing more than wanting to change the world.

Your ambitions are sky-high, but your fate is as fragile as paper. You are nothing, yet you worry about the country and its people. Does the Federation need your concern? That's the business of the congressmen above you. What does it have to do with you? Do you really think that vote in your hand is useful?

It's just a promise made casually when someone needs it; see if they honor it after the selection.

"Ugh."

Favre was silent for a moment, then sighed, and continued.

"I'm also thinking of making a wish upon a shooting star."

What do you plan to wish for?

"I want to bring about change in this country, at the very least, to make those criminals pay for their crimes."

"Ha, you've got a pretty good idea."

"Our next case is in the town of Rhine; maybe you'll find some meteorite fragments there?"

"I can't help but tease," Lanmitch joked.

"I would hope so, after all, this thing is worth quite a bit of money."