Chapter 1226: The Nature of Realms

The being at the counter glanced at Draco up and down with disinterest before taking his token and placing it within the eye of a small scale array, seemingly processing it. After verifying whatever details were necessary for the hall's criteria, the token was tossed back to Draco along with some gruff words.

"Portal-W3. You have 2 hours to report or you will be penalized by having your token revoked for insubordination. Get moving." The non-human beastkin receptionist said with a look of boredom and disdain, as if talking to an unranked warrior already was stretching his limits of tolerance.

Draco nodded and began to leave, when he noticed that another person who carried himself in a stately manner had entered and walked up to the counter. When he showed his token to the receptionist, immediately that fellow's face changed as he broke out into an obsequious smile and began serving him like a grandpa.

The funny part was that the stately fellow looked around and saw Draco glancing over, and his entire being was like a cat that was frightened, ready to jump. After all, he had been just pressed down twice by Draco and knew that this was a lowkey powerhouse who was likely here to play and have fun being at the bottom.

The funny thing was that the beastkin receptionist saw this reaction and was at a loss. He was simply prejudiced, not entirely stupid. He could tell that the unranked warrior he had just given the usual low level treatment was actually a frightening being, and his heart sank when he realized the huge error he had made.

Especially when he saw Draco smile at him specifically, he felt death land upon him. That was not the smile of a benevolent and aloof powerhouse who didn't care for the opinion of ants, that was the smile of a petty and vindictive person who would even duel a mosquito if it dared to look down on him.

He was finished!

Draco meanwhile walked to the portal area and scanned with his VoP to find the one marked W-3. Funny enough, under the 'W' series of portals, there existed about 7. It wasn't anything special, just something Draco noted in passing.

As he stood before the massive portal which saw frequent activity, Draco took his token in hand and casually walked through. Immediately, he experienced the same sensation as before, traveling through the void nexus through a customized space tunnel which protected from the external threats.

The journey was surprisingly shorter than before, and when he arrived, he felt himself pass through another barrier-like veil, meaning that he was likely entering this so-called wizard realm. However, this barrier was far thinner and weaker than the one that surrounded the entire Western Fantasy section.

When he landed, he found himself to be within a clearing with a very large stage, of which multiple people were coming and going from. Not wishing to waste time, Draco took a step forward but had to stop when he felt the trembling of the world.

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His expression became ugly as he resealed his 10% freed Eternal Bloodline. He kept going down to the original 1%, but paled when he found that the fabric of this world was still unstable, so he had to lower it even further to 0.3% before he felt equilibrium.

This wizard realm was truly trash, being so weak that it could not tolerate even less Eternal related power than the Western Fantasy section!

Draco grumbled in his heart and finally walked forward and entered an encampment that was as large as a whole city in the main plane. The entrance alone was guarded by many powerful warriors whose hawkish eyes scanned every entrant carefully.

Draco entered casually and walked to the administrative building in front of him, finding that it was similar to a lobby of sorts. He displayed his token to a female humanoid that was similar to an anthropomorphic toad and was far more polite than the fellow at the headquarters.

"Ribbit~ Unranked Warrior Draco, you will find the map of the encampment and the entire Wizard Realm within your token. Please report to your squad captain for orientation. Please note that your squad will be deployed for battle in 12 hours after your arrival." She said gently, nodding at Draco as she returned the token.

Draco nodded with a smile and then left the admin building, walking further down to the barracks. On his way, he naturally 'downloaded' the information from the token to his mind and was intrigued to see that the situation was as he thought.

In Boundless World, worlds were ranked by their potency and quality. We already knew the ranks, super mini small world, mini small world, small world, side realm and then plane.

However, planes were the final limit within the Boundless World's digital universe, as only the entirety of the universe itself existed above it. There were no more smaller denominations, but that did not mean that all planes were equal.

For example, the Divine Realm that the core members were steadily clearing was also a plane, not a side realm. However, it could not compare to the main plane in terms of size and quality.

For an external force, invading the Divine Realm and invading the main plane were two entirely different concepts. If the Divine Realm existed on its own, it would be a special plane, low level but with high quality energy and resources, but its barrier would be easy to pierce.

However, the likes of the actual main plane had barriers akin to the hide of a rhino. Penetration was impossible on a large scale so the War Maniac Pavilion could only set up a branch for recruitment and not invasion, and maybe the Origin Gods of the Western Fantasy had also played a role in that.

But for a 'low-level' plane like this Wizard Realm, there was no such courtesy. As soon as they found the barrier could be easily pierced, it was ripped open and war descended. As they always said, only those with strength could speak, the weak could only listen!

So the war reports were basically equal so far. The invasion had only just begun, with 7 encampments spread across key areas of this world where the battles were intense, hence why there were 7 portal centers.

Draco was deployed to camp number 3, which faced off against the Ancient Elven Empire. This encampment was the one with the worst progress because the elves, as one could imagine, fought like Viet Cong in the Vietnam War.

They hid in the dense forest areas, with skills like Forest Cloaking, Tree Whispering, and Wind Walking, could snipe warriors passing through from dirty angles. Because of this, the death rate for footsoldiers was as high as 89%, forcing new conscripts to be brought here almost constantly, which was how Draco was also dragged here.

When Draco reached his specific squad's barracks, he saw that there were ten creatures going through military exercises in synchronization within the courtyard, prompting him to watch them casually.

He then noticed that each was an elite despite being a common Unranked Warrior, likely being top candidates to join Vita Kingdom's Divine Army at a Captain or higher, but here they were mere footsoldiers!

But Draco was not disheartened by the gap. He always knew that the ones propping up Umbra and Vita were the select few overpowered talents like the core members and the Morningstar Family.

Most of the rest was basically charity from him, Eva, and Shuangtian by giving out top-tier equipment and resources to those who were mildly talented, allowing them to soar to limits they never would have before.

Basically, Draco created high talents from a larger pool of low talents while the WMP - War Maniac Pavilion - took top talents from a tiny pool of high talents. Draco raised talents and the WMP only took ready-made and ready to deploy.

It was not sustainable.

Sure, right now they were on top because the universe was vast and even with such an elite cutoff for warriors, they would still be able to get more than a few with the reputation they had and the benefits they gave.

But once Umbra conquered the Western Fantasy section and expanded into the Void Nexus, the WMP would crumble in seconds because Umbra would take even those with low talents and fatten them up to become high talents and achieve their full potential rather than demand them to maximize their talent on their own and then come to die for them.

The days of the WMP were numbered and they didn't even know it. Worse off, their number 1 competitor and future destroyer was currently nestled among their lower ranks, soaking up knowledge and experience about how to run a faction that stretched across the Void Nexus.

When the group finished their practice and began resting, one of them walked over with a confident yet relaxed posture. It was a male creature that was similar to an orc, but with more human features.

His head was shaved in a half fade, with the left half being a buzzcut while the right half fell down to his cheek. He had a nose ring and two piercing blue eyes, with big lips and two small fangs protruding from the side.

He was not as buff as a typical orc, being more normal, like an average bodybuilder rather than a hulk. However, he carried himself with a certain agility along with unmistakable strength that made Draco's eyebrows raise.

He was equipped in a sort of magitech style armor which was sleek and form fitting rather than bulky and heavy. It was colored blue, the same as his eyes, and seemed to have greenish energy flowing through it that caused it to look like some sort of RGB fan.

"Hello, you must be a newly conscripted Unranked Warrior, right? Are you looking for your squad or have you been allocated to ours?" The fellow asked amiably, and in a relatively masculine tone.

Draco greeted with a salute. "Unranked Warrior Draco here to report for duty, Captain! I was allocated to the 1000th squad, please inspect my token."

The Squad Captain took Draco's presented token and smiled, analyzing its information before nodding. "Great to have you here, Warrior Draco. No need for formalities, we are all generational talents from our various worlds, who can stand being subservient to someone else?"

Draco sensed a flash of sadness and negativity in the captain, and he lowered his arms. He realized that this fellow must have learned this truth the hard way, likely losing a friend or loved one due to the rank gap between them.

However, he really wanted to role-play as a soldier, or why the heck would he have come all the way out here?

"What are your strengths? Your weaknesses? Your preferred style of fighting and your history with teams or armies?" The Squad Captain asked with a look of interest.

"My strengths are my limitless potential and my weakness is beautiful women with big, round butts."

"My preferred style of fighting is head-on with a pair of swords, preferably surrounded by the strongest enemies who think they have a chance to kill me, but end up dying while I teabag their corpses."

"My history with teams is extensive. I started from the bottom, being a mere serf in my wife's former organization till I rose to the rank of vice and then stole her heart. I can be a cannon fodder, an elite, a captain, a commander, or even a general. Allocate me where you see fit!"

The Squad Captain was left speechless by Draco's simple yet slightly unorthodox answer. In the end, he could only smile weakly and say.

"I don't handle deployments, that is up to our Camp Commander. Still, you can send your aide to report what you told me to the rally camp and gain a properly deployment task from them based on your… strengths." The Squad Captain said with a wry smile.

"Oh and also, before I leave you to it, let's go greet the other members of our squad."

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