Transmigrated as a Ghost

Chapter 931 Across the World for Another Adventure

Chapter 931 Across the World for Another Adventure

After being engulfed in a bright light, Marcus regained his awareness in a room that looked exactly the same as the one he had just left, save for the people that were working there.

However, he only was allowed a single moment to take in his new surroundings before a wave of what he could best describe as nausea kicked in.

Of course, Marcus did not have the physical capacity to feel nausea in the normal sense. The distress he was currently experiencing was from having the mana within him shaken up by teleporting between two circles that were far away from each other.

'This is nothing like the ones in the special dungeon.' Marcus thought as he began calming down his mana.

He could remember how seamless warping between the floors in the special dungeon had been and the difference was immense. It was like going from a gentle boat ride across a lake, to being thrown into roaring rapids on a makeshift raft.

"I'm impressed. Most people at least lose their balance the first time." Valerius said.

"I cannot imagine why. It was such a smooth ride" Marcus replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

As he gave his barbed reply back to Valerius, MArcus felt a hand on his shoulder and noticed Mrazivý using him for support.

While he only had his mana shaken up by the teleportation, Mrazivý had to deal with the effects on her body as well.

Still, she was incredibly tough and managed to keep herself upright by using Marcus as a brace until she recovered.

"How do people frequently use these things?" Mrazivý said with a sickened expression.

"It is just something you get used to. Now that you have experienced it once, I am sure that you have a better feel for how to prepare yourselves." Valerius said. "Now get ready. We are going to be jumping three more times before reaching our destination.

Without any more warning, the teleportation circle that they were on began to glow brightly again, and Marcus and Mrazivý did their best to steel themselves.

"See, what did I say. You start to get a feel for it after a few times." Valerius said.

And he was right. The first teleportation had been the worst, and each subsequent one became easier to deal with.

At this point Marcus had figured out how to keep his mana from being shaken up in transit to negate any negative effects.

"I take it we have arrived then. Where are we exactly?" Marcus asked curiously. "I don't think you ever mentioned what nation this portal is located in."

"Ah, I suppose I didn't. We will not be staying long so it slipped my mine."

Valerius then explained that they were in a country called the Republic of Eios on a continent that was far from Borealia. The nation was only around a fifth the size of Borealia, was populated primarily by orcs, and made most of its money from the eight dungeons within its borders.

"There are really eight dungeons in such a small nation. Even Borealia only has three. One of which is hardly accessible." Mrazivý said in disbelief.

"Yes, it is certainly a rare place to have so many dungeons in relatively close proximity. It is a popular spot for adventures of all levels to flock to. Perhaps in the future the two of you could attempt to explore the high-level dungeon that is situated in the center of the capital city." Valerius suggested.

"But there will not be any time for sightseeing today. The other members from the Northern Quadrant should have arrived and are waiting. I would like to introduce both of you to them before the official meeting for the expedition begins."

Leading the way, Valerius brought Marcus and Mrazivý to a luxurious waiting room within the massive guild building in the Capital of the Republic of Eios.

Inside the room were three individuals who were the other chosen representatives from the Northern Quadrant that Valerius had picked out for this joint expedition.

The most striking one among them was a three-meter-tall female ogre with dark red skin and long white hair.

Her muscles were striking and the giant top tier adamantine battle axe she kept at her side gave off a powerful and menacing aura.

However, as eye catching as she was for many reasons, Marcus' attention was swiftly drawn to the most unassuming looking of the three in the room.

To Marcus' surprise, the young man who looked barely to have that Marcus was not going to easily forget.

reached adulthood was someone he knew.

It had been several years up to this point since Marcus had seen him, and they had only met for a brief time. But he was someone that Marcus was not going to easily forget.

'Miguel!'

Marcus' eyes were locked on the young man he had once fought and beat during the first round of the tournament in Borealia.

While he had grown quite a bit in the last few years since Marcus had last seen him, there was no doubt that this was the first other transmigrator from Earth that Marcus had met.

They had not left off on good terms, with Miguel running away before Marcus could have a proper face-to-face conversation with him.

At the time Marcus had royally fumbled by approaching Miguel in a possessed body in order to get him alone.

It had worked at first, but when he revealed his power to the kid, he ran away at the first chance he could get. A natural reaction for a fifteen-year-old with trust issues in a strange new world.

Honestly Marcus figured that it was unlikely he would ever meet Miguel again. But now he was here as another representative for the Northern Quadrant of the Adventurers Guild.

Except, while Marcus recognized him, Miguel had no clue who Marcus was.

When they had fought, Marcus had still been in his guise as Irene, and the conversation that came afterwards was while Marcus was possessing a random tournament healer. There was simply no way for Miguel to know who he was.