My Muscle System in the Mage World

Aur raised his gaze and saw countless people wearing battle armor and carrying long greatswords. At the forefront were five individuals emitting a terrifying presence, making even him feel a sense of danger.

"Tier three wizards?" His eyes were as calm as a serene lake, showing little emotion.

These five individuals were all tier three, which would be enough to casually wipe out the entire village. Even if Noah appeared with his intermediate mastery, he still wouldn't be able to cause much of a stir.

After all, within the same tier, the greatest difference between wizards lies in their understanding of magic, which can enhance their spells, and the number of higher-tier spells they possess.

If five people of the same level attack you, it's not a simple two plus two addition.

The power these individuals could display if they ganged up could easily kill ordinary tier three wizards, and the threatening presence they emitted was no less than that of Noah.

All said and done, Aur looked at the five individuals with a nonchalant gaze. Other than them, the entire army was essentially mortal and didn't have much strength at all. If he swept his fist a few times, they would all be crushed.

However, he could understand the need for an army of mortals. Even an elephant can die if there are enough ants, and these mortals were all cannon fodder used to exhaust his mana and delay him for some time.

A sneer replaced Aur's expression.

The five looked at Aur calmly, with disdainful gazes as if looking at a dead man.

"Do you want to surrender, or should we help you surrender?" the leading woman, who was wearing white priestess clothes and a blindfold, spoke with a mocking tone.

"Surrender?" Aur's expression was indescribable. "Alright, I will surrender, but can you tell me one thing?"

"Saintness, let's stop talking nonsense with him and kill him already," the man next to her complained with a displeased expression. He wore knight armor that covered his entire body and a helmet. The only thing visible was a cold pair of black pupils staring at Aur with coldness.

The saintness paused when she heard this. "What is it?" she asked with a calm expression, completely ignoring the man.

"How did you know that I would come out from here and slaughter these bugs?" Aur also ignored the man, looking straight at her.

"It's called divination magic."

"Oh?" Aur had an interested look on his face when he heard this.

"I still underestimated the outside world. Of course, there would be strange magic that is hard to defend against."

This wasn't the village where the top combat power was tier three, and the spells were relatively simple and straightforward.

"These divination magics should be similar to my talent. The only difference is that it is limited," Aur's pupils flickered.

"It's time to take action."

The indifferent voice of the saintness rang out on the battlefield, and immediately the five took action, instantly surrounding Aur in a circle while the army of mortals had already formed a tight lock.

"Let's form a circle."

The cold voice of the saintness fell, and the five immediately took out a paper, forming a circle among themselves around Aur.

These circles lit up with a blue hue that emitted terrifying, suffocating power as if the ground was about to break from the sheer pressure.

"Wait," suddenly the saintness said with a scowl on her face.

Aur, who had been at the centre of it all, vanished, leaving only an afterimage.

Everyone was stunned.

After all the effort they had gone through, this guy disappeared like a ghost.

"Such terrifying speed," the saintness said, her expression gradually becoming solemn.

Just then, they heard a scream from the back.

The five looked back only to see a wave of mortals instantly massacred and turned into a blood mist, stretching as far as mortal eyes could see.

"Hurry up and catch him."

"Understood."

The four nodded and immediately started to chase Aur.

Aur's shadow flickered as he ran away, clearing a path with a sneer on his face.

"Did you really think I would wait for death?" His expression turned ferocious as he casually punched again, killing another wave of soldiers.

Aur was extremely fast, travelling hundreds of kilometres in a short time. He also activated his aura, which boosted his speed by around ten percent.

With his power now, the effect of his aura was quite minimal. After all, aura is more about tapping into the hidden potential of the body, which has been nearly fully extracted as he grows stronger.

But this speed was enough. The five tier three wizards couldn't keep up for long.

Soon, Aur was lost to them even though his back couldn't be seen.

"Damn it, this speed is really terrifying," the knight-armored man cursed.

They couldn't even see Aur's back, and although a tier three detection spell could faintly sense him, determining the exact direction was still difficult and that too was going under the radar in just a few breaths of time.

"We return," the saintness said coldly as she turned back.

"Are we really going to let this humiliation go, Saintness?"

"There will be plenty of time for that. With God watching over us, this demon will be captured sooner or later." The saintness' voice was resolute as she turned back, leaving the place.

The knight-armoured man was still hesitant. "What god? That's all bullshit you made for making a church. If we let him go, in the future, seeing his youthful appearance, he will definitely be stronger. At that time, the church might instigate a calamity."

His eyes narrowed, filled with hostility.

These things could be thought of by him; naturally, the saintness could also think of them. But her letting him go easily is what confused him.

"Forget it, I will just make an escape plan, just in case," a sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, leaving the place.

…

The wind tore as Aur made his escape.

He looked back from time to time, using his keen perception to detect any changes. Luckily, no one seemed to have chased him, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips.

"Luckily," he muttered.

Aur looked ahead, where there were still trees.

The place was still in the wilderness; however, the trees were sparse, and there were countless beasts radiating their presence. Even from here, he could sense it.

Some of them gave him a hint of danger that made him feel threatened, and there was one even more dominating presence that made Aur's back grow cold just from sensing it, like a mountain was collapsing in front of him.

"This is the presence of a tier four beast," Aur's pupils dilated as he remembered this presence from when he previously wanted to kill William.

Only that time it appeared very briefly before disappearing, but there was an outward radiation covering it entirely.

Unlike wizards who can restrain their presence, stronger beasts never stop radiating their presence in their territory to warn intruders. It might have been a somewhat foolish move, but they were beasts, after all.

While thinking of this, Aur finally walked on solid ground, and the trees grew extremely sparse.

Finally, he could see a town in the far distance.

But Aur didn't want to linger in these places. He had just escaped from the force of this church, and these villages were likely to be under its jurisdiction.

Only a fool would go here.

From what he knew, the village and its wilderness fell under the territory of the Divine Order sect, and from the border of the wilderness, it was likely that this was the territory of the church.

Once a tier four wizard took action, Aur would be dead.

He wasn't the child of luck or someone who had so much luck that they could change the mentality of a person and get an opportunity even in a precarious situation they would find a way out no matter how odds are against them.

As long as there was even a slight probability of success, they could escape.

It was like Murphy's law theory: "Anything that could go wrong will go wrong."

This was one of Aur's beliefs that he would never forget.

With that said, he wore a capybara mask and avoided meeting any person.

Aur meticulously tore his once-regal robes into ragged strips, and with deliberate care, smeared thick clumps of mud and gritty soil across his skin.

He hunched his back, reducing his presence as much as possible by controlling it, steadfastly refusing to unleash the killer move.

Looking like an absolute beggar, he couldn't hide his bulky body, so he wore baggy clothes torn all over for extra safety.

Even then, he remained cautious, constantly changing routes and traversing the land.

He encountered dilapidated villages and prosperous cities, silently passing through them until, a month later, he was stopped by a carriage.