Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 119: The Trap

There were countless magus body refining Sorcery artists in the Magus World, and even many prodigious Ren-ranked warriors never managed to reach Innate Magus Stage.

Despite possessing the unparalleled advantage of his system, Aizen dared not assume that he could open the meridians and ascend. If he could obtain the Nine-Orifice Golden Pill, it would significantly boost his chances.

Even if he didn’t use it himself, selling it would fetch a fortune.

Yet, after scouring every corner of the chamber, he found no trace of the pill.

Clearly, it had been well-hidden. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The letter stated that kowtowing nine times would grant the legacy and the Golden Pill. With no other options, Aizen decided to test this claim.

Standing before the corpse, his gaze fell upon the prayer mat in front of it.

This mat was clearly intended as the place for someone to kneel and kowtow.

However, Aizen did not kneel. After some thought, he let out a cold laugh and stood beside the corpse’s chair instead.

No one would want their body desecrated after death. Standing next to the corpse would likely be the safest spot.

Aizen’s gaze shifted to the ground in front of the prayer mat, estimating the spot where a kowtowing person’s head would land. He extended his blade and tapped the ground.

"Clang!"

The stone brick vibrated.

Aizen continued tapping—once, twice, three times...

Before he could strike the ground a ninth time, on the sixth tap, the stone bricks abruptly sank.

Aizen’s eyes narrowed as he quickly retracted his blade.

Almost instantly, a barrage of sharp whistling sounds filled the air.

From the sunken bricks erupted a cloud of poison gas, followed by a hail of arrows raining down from above. Sparks scattered across the floor as the arrows struck, their impact loud and relentless.

The slightest whiff of the poison made Aizen feel dizzy. Holding his breath, he stood firm.

The arrows were razor-sharp, penetrating the stone bricks below. Their tips exuded a foul stench, clearly laced with poison.

Aizen’s palms were slick with cold sweat. This wave of arrows was even more perilous than the traps outside the hut.

In mere moments, nearly a hundred arrows had blanketed the area, riddling the prayer mat and the surrounding space within a meter radius.

Over a dozen arrows landed just inches from Aizen’s feet, their fletching still quivering.

Had he not prudently stood beside the corpse, he would have been annihilated by this deadly assault.

This was clearly a trap to kill.

"Kowtow nine times for an inheritance"?

At just six taps, poison and arrows had already been unleashed. Anyone foolish enough to kneel would have been killed outright.

The poison spread rapidly, and even holding his breath, Aizen felt an itching sensation on his skin. It was clear he couldn’t stay here any longer.

To make matters worse, the stone bricks around the chamber began to loosen, releasing more poison gas. The chamber itself started shaking violently, as though on the verge of collapse.

Gritting his teeth, Aizen decided he might as well take drastic action.

His eyes gleamed coldly as he swung his blade, then grabbed the corpse by its shoulders.

"Up!"

He hoisted the corpse.

With a loud "crack!" the chair beneath it collapsed as soon as the corpse’s weight was removed.

From the shattered chair erupted a spray of fine needle-like projectiles, shooting indiscriminately in all directions.

Aizen had anticipated this. The moment the chair exploded, he used the corpse as a shield.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The needles were incredibly sharp, some even piercing through the corpse. However, their momentum waned as they passed through, and Aizen used a burst of internal energy to repel the remaining projectiles.

The corpse was now riddled with holes, and the chamber trembled even more violently. Pieces of stone fell from the ceiling as Aizen darted toward the exit with the corpse in hand.

A massive boulder crashed down, narrowly missing him. As he dodged, another stone struck his shoulder blade.

"Bang!"

Even with his fortified body, enhanced by Demonic Body Refinement , the impact tore through his skin, leaving him injured.

Grimacing slightly, Aizen did not slow his pace, fleeing rapidly toward the exit.

After five breaths.

The ground beneath the thatched hut collapsed with a violent quake. A figure dashed out from the rubble, running without pause until they were over ten meters away from the courtyard. Only then did Aizen stop to catch his breath.

At this moment, he was a sorry sight—his face covered in dust and grime, his body marked with multiple injuries. Most were caused by falling stones, but one particular wound on his back stood out, inflicted by a collapsing wooden beam.

Though he had agilely dodged the falling beam, a sharp protruding nail scraped across his back, tearing through his flesh.

Looking at the corpse he had carried out with such difficulty, Aizen let out a bitter smile.

The corpse had served as his shield during his frantic escape, blocking several hidden projectiles. Now its forehead was pierced through, and its body was riddled with countless tiny holes.

Fortunately, the corpse was long drained of blood, so the injuries didn’t result in a particularly gory scene.

Aizen tossed the corpse onto the ground.

Since he couldn’t find the treasure in the secret chamber, there was a possibility that it was hidden on the corpse itself.

This wasn’t out of the question.

From a conventional perspective, if this magus body refining expert truly intended to pass down their legacy, it would likely have been done with good intentions and not as a trap to harm others.

Yet, kowtowing had been a surefire death sentence.

Even if someone were cautious enough to avoid kowtowing and instead chose to focus on the corpse, they would have inevitably triggered the chair’s mechanism, setting off all the other traps in the chamber.

Under such a barrage of coordinated traps, even a magus body refining expert would have met their end.

Such was the sinister nature of the setup.

Reflecting on his escape, Aizen realized how narrowly he had survived. If he hadn’t tested the mechanism with his blade first and instead immediately tampered with the corpse, he might have died on the spot.

Even if he had managed to block the projectiles from the chair, he would not have been able to fend off the rest of the traps.

It was now clear that this so-called Elder Vastlight had never intended to pass down their legacy. Anyone entering the chamber with designs on their treasure was doomed to die.

Drawing his blade, Aizen carefully sliced open Elder Vastlight’s clothing, searching the corpse’s pockets...