He hoped to stabilize the souls of the tribesmen and prevent others from being possessed by the evil spirit; however, just how effective it would be was indeed hard to say.

So Aiven decided to use his own method:

"Sorry, everyone, but I must trouble you for a moment!"

He waved his hand, scattering a handful of flat, brown seeds.

flo——

Amidst the green magical spiritual light, the seeds burst open, and a vast expanse of green-leafed, winding vines rapidly grew, binding everyone except the main combatants: Milan, Gary, and Apsuova.

Of course, it also included... the three Crowmen who had already joined them and held the rank of Apprentice Knight.

"Ah—!"

No matter how extraordinary they were, they didn't anticipate that Aiven, wearing a navy uniform clearly marking him as an ally, would suddenly strike at them, subduing them effortlessly.

Creek... creek...

Those who were bound couldn't even peel their skin off, let alone breathe, without exerting their utmost strength.

This was still the controlled outcome by Aiven. By using the seeds he cultivated and [Activated Plants], he could achieve complete dominance, even easily breaking the bones of these common people.

This move cuts off their retreat.

If the evil spirit dared to continue possessing, it could only experience the powerlessness of being a cocoon, unable to harm anyone.

At least so far, it hadn't shown the ability to kill the possessed directly through thought.

Aiven pulled out the holy water again.

Now everyone was under the sunlight, far from the shadows.

To avoid being burned by the sunlight, it could only choose to possess someone who had once hunted beavers, or... temporarily retreat.

Understanding that Aiven's move was the right choice, Apsuova didn't intervene, though his brow furrowed fiercely.

Originally believing that the giant figure in pure steel heavy armor, Gary, should be the strongest among these people, yet surprisingly, this seemingly young man from the Phaletis Tribe was not only superior in martial prowess but also a formidable caster!

The power of these outsiders wasn't just on the surface with firearms and cannons...

The intent to flay "himself" failed, and "Pocatello," unable to move, glared venomously at the approaching Aiven. Seeing the "holy water" in Aiven's hand, it finally chose not to persist.

"Creak creak... creak creak..."

A strange laugh resembling clashing teeth emanated from its throat.

Then.

Bang—

The possessed aboriginal collapsed powerlessly, and the evil spirit had already fled.

Despite being filled with resentment and hatred towards the world, even its limited wisdom made it choose wisely not to persist.

Moreover, the entire Pocatello was its playground, with... time... on... its... side!

Woo——

Amidst the fog, the white ghostly figure across Cold Water River Bay reappeared.

Beside it, a group of slick beavers seemingly carved from the same mold emerged from the water, squeaking at its feet.

Turning its head towards this side of the riverbank, a pair of malicious eyes scanned each person. It seemed to be bidding farewell to the living, or declaring its ultimate claim on their souls.

Especially the one who thwarted its revenge for the "child"... Aiven.

Step.. step.. step..

Facing its cold gaze, Aiven stepped forward fearlessly.

He walked right to the riverbank, stepping into the shadow cast by the forest on the opposite shore, allowing his shadow to merge with it.

"Creak creak..."

Seeing Aiven leave the sunlight, the evil spirit on the opposite shore seemed eager but thought better of it, knowing that even in the shadow, it wasn't his match.

It hesitated and did not act.

Seeing it not taking the bait, Aiven felt slightly regretful, knowing it couldn't be so simple.

By now, the fog over the river had grown thicker, and he knew if he didn't act soon, the "Dust of Evil Spirits" he'd been after would be lost to the wind.

"Milan, take action!"

Receiving Aiven's telepathic message, Milan, who stayed by the main force, immediately sat on the ground.

He flipped over the silver pocket watch hanging on his chest so the backside faced up, representing the switch of space-time;

His hands formed a triangle in front of his chest, symbolizing the balance and stability of spirit, spiritual power, and matter;

An abstract eye was drawn on his right palm, representing the vast power of the Prophetic School's "Eye of All-Seeing."

Then he closed his eyes, shutting the window of his mind.

rad——

[Witchcraft · Spirit Realm Passage!]

As a "Prophet," Milan had abandoned most aggressive casting abilities to gain a purer spiritual power.

He possessed extraordinary abilities in precognition, detection, spirit, misfortune curse, etc., unmatched by wizards of other schools.

One such ability was "Spirit Realm Passage," allowing him to traverse between worlds in spirit form freely!

Whoosh——

A faintly glowing humanoid spirit abruptly appeared in the Spiritual Vision, and in a flash, followed an unfathomable trajectory to the evil spirit obstructed by the mist.

His right hand emitted a faint yet unyielding golden glow as he grasped the evil spirit's neck.

The next moment.

Both spiritual bodies froze, unable to vaporize, differentiate, or possess... they couldn't even move.

"Kaka!"

With the call barely finished, a shadow under the two spiritual bodies suddenly surged up.

A sizable black lizard, with its long tail wrapped around a luxurious, spiritual light-emitting dagger, stabbed upwards into the dry chest of the evil spirit.

Instantly!

Boom——

Like a huge flashbang, a dazzling silver light observable only in the Spiritual World almost illuminated the entire river bay.

When the light finally dissipated,

A cluster of flickering light particles floated in the air, what Aiven had longed for and thought about for months—the "Dust of Evil Spirits!"

"Huff... huff..."

Behind Aiven, Milan, whose spirit had returned, stood up gasping:

"Damn, this thing is too dangerous. I almost thought I was going to get taken out with it.

Next time if you want my help, I'm raising my price!"

[Rune Silver Dagger·Demon Breaker!]

An extremely specialized divine artifact, possessing great power but with significant limits.

Limitation one: A one-time-use tool with high cost, the rune collapses and the silver decays after use.

Limitation two: Only targets "anomalies" without physical forms, like resentment spirits, evil spirits, etc.

Limitation three: If the user is a caster, they too will be "forbidden" (one reason why Aiven didn't stab it himself).

This was a high-quality item Aiven specially acquired from the Crow Market at New Inn Port before setting out for the New Continent, to collect "Dust of Evil Spirits."

Even with a "discount card," he spent an amount of Golden Lions that made his heart ache.

It's said that this unique dagger originated from the "Starry Night Order" worshiped in the Desert Kingdom Heimar.

The True God they worship, "Brilliant Starry Night," governs mystery, stars, the gate of the Spirit Realm, prophecy... being one of the most mysterious True Gods, possessing various enigmatic and unpredictable powers.

This "Demon Breaker" attributed dagger, produced by the "Order," claims to repel evil spirits, even damaging a certain "concept" at their core, is extremely costly and rarely available outside.

Still, even with the slight overkill, it was worth it for Aiven.

Without even bothering with the companions still bound.

Stepping through the river to the opposite shore, he used a crystal bottle to collect all the faintly hovering particles in the air.

After eliminating the evil spirit.

There was no heavenly light of fortune nor a rescued soul thanking Aiven.

Because what was sought was their very essence of soul!

Under the power of the [Demon Breaker] dagger, all the spiritual bodies composing the evil spirit "Pocatello" were completely annihilated!

Observing these weightless extraordinary materials in the glow of the sunset, Aiven couldn't help but grin, eager to start preparing the "Spirit Communication Potion."

That was the final hurdle before becoming an Official Wizard!

Turning around.

Aiven looked at the Aboriginal chief Apsuova, who was checking the injuries of the Brown Bear Warrior beside him.

"Moreover, having saved two big figures of the Yucatan Tribe, it shouldn't be excessive to ask for some gifts from them, right?"

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