Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 958  Another Earthling?

Upon entering the home of the beautiful white-haired woman, Vicente looked at the lively decor of the place, with many plants, pots, and paintings, especially some depicting models of vehicles he knew.

'A car!' His eyes widened as he saw the vehicle in one of the paintings in the living room.

There were cars in Light Cay. But they differed greatly from the ones on Earth. The cars in Light Cay were hovering vehicles, extremely minimalist and based entirely on mana. The car in Larissa's painting, however, was like the combustion vehicles on Earth, from its shape to its wheels.

Vicente froze as he looked at this painting, thinking for a moment about his reincarnation in Polaris Realm and what it might mean.

'Is Larissa also a reincarnated person who came from Earth like him?' He asked himself in shock, not knowing what to do at that moment, freezing in uncertainty for the first time in a long time.

Larissa wanted to say something to Vicente, but when she saw him turn pale at the sight of that picture, she approached him, also looking at the vehicle in question.

But unlike Vicente, she had a twinkle in her eye when she remembered the man behind the vehicle. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering a distant past.

'Lothur... I wonder where you are? We will ever see each other again ?' She smiled subtly as she picked up the painting and handed it to Vicente.

"This is a car, a sedan, to be exact."

Vicente looked into her eyes, startled by such a specific word.

"But even though I became a blacksmith and helped develop the automobile industry on my homeworld, I wasn't the one who invented it. The strongest man on my plane, a revolutionary behind a victorious era, created the Concordia cars before he came to Anicane."

As she spoke, Vicente realized it wasn't she who had been reincarnated after probably dying on Earth, but this Lothur guy.

'It seems that reincarnation wasn't exclusive to me... As expected. After all, I'm not special. But there must be a greater reason for people from Earth to be reincarnated...' As he thought about it, he couldn't help but look at the picture and come to a different conclusion. 'Earth... Is it another lower plane? Or maybe it's part of another universe?'

But with each line of Vicente's thoughts, more questions and doubts arose in his mind.

"… After all, he left here two thousand years before me. Today he must be a great expert on Anicane. I'm sure of it," she said as she finished talking about this man named Lothur, the creator of the Concordia cars.

"Two thousand years? All that?" Vicente asked as he frowned, thinking that maybe this Lothur was already too strong for him to dare approach or had already died.

If that was the case, it would be too bad for him!

Larissa put her painting back on the wall and walked over to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

She said to him, "He was the strongest of my plane, a hybrid of humans and demons. He easily reached his peak with his women. I, on the other hand, needed over two thousand years to cultivate to the same level as him, and I face the choice of entering Anicane or staying behind as the protector of our plane."

"Is there such a choice?" He sat up as he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, but not every plane has this position. Only planes without mana have guardians, protectors, whatever you want to call them. They are gods who keep order on those worlds, but they are not irreplaceable. I've heard that some planes work just fine without them, so not every plane has one.

The planes that have a guardian usually have this option after you ascend. Either you enter Anicane, or you follow the path of the Guardians."

"Are there any advantages?" Vicente asked her while Prisiche stood next to him.

The white-haired 'girl' said, "It depends. They can't get far, and they're limited. But they say they can live forever... But I don't know how true that is. I've only interacted with one of them once, for a few seconds."

"I see... I didn't know that, and I didn't expect you to be that old."

She smiled at him, hearing someone talk about her age in his tone for the first time. He suddenly treated her like an old woman.

"Don't worry about the difference in our ages. I've only been here in Anicane for eight months. So we are both in the same situation."

Larissa was in the same situation as Vicente, with her body receiving mana beyond her control, but on a smaller scale. But her cultivation couldn't help but attract his attention.

'Coming from a world where there is no mana is really different. Larissa had to restart her cultivation when she arrived in Anicane, but even so, it only took her eight months to go from zero to 7-Star Paragon cultivation.'

Larissa's cultivation was currently that of a 7-Star Paragon, far below Vicente's, but something that should quickly reach the 6th stage and rise within that level until she became a Magus.

As she resumed her cultivation, this time following Anicane's rules, she quickly regained her former strength.

"So, what do you want from me today?" He got straight to the point after considering the strange situation he had encountered upon entering her residence.

Larissa became more serious and asked, "Vicente, what do you think about us forming our own faction?"

He leaned back on the sofa and immediately understood what Larissa really wanted.

There were many different kinds of factions in Stonewall. But they all had their disadvantages and their advantages. This was evident in the {Affiliations} tab, where a leader could easily manage his group members.

Larissa, like him, was a great talent where she came from and could go far in cultivation. So, like him, she had thought about forming her own faction instead of joining an existing group.

In her life at Concordia, she had learned not to compete with geniuses greater than herself, and now she had found someone who surpassed her once again.

'He gives me the same feeling as Lothur... Last time it took me a while to ally myself with someone like that, but this time I won't make that 'mistake'.' She continued to look seriously at Vicente.