The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 201. Arriving at Ixalaria Continent

Chapter 201: 201. Arriving at Ixalaria Continent

The room hummed with the subtle sound of machinery as the guard, dressed in a blue uniform, leaned against the wall, casually tearing open a packet of chips. His eyes scanned the half-filled bag as he munched away, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "How is this company still running?" he muttered. "It’s like 75% air."

His partner, standing nearby and adjusting his belt, glanced over. "Break time’s over, man. Go and receive the travelers," he reminded, giving a nod toward the door labeled Teleportation Room No. 42.

The guard sighed, crumpling the empty bag and tossing it toward the trash can. He missed, of course, and muttered something under his breath before heading toward the door. The trash can detected the trash and pulled the trash inside. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of sleek black glasses, sliding them onto his face just as he stepped into the room. There, a man with imposing black wings was casually seated, tapping away at a device in his hand, clearly uninterested in the guard’s presence.

The teleportation array rooms were a marvel of both ancient runes and futuristic technology, seamlessly blending tradition with modern advancements. Each room, circular in design, was vast, resembling a stadium more than a simple chamber. At the center, a massive teleportation array pulsed with glowing inscriptions carved into metallic floors. The pillars surrounding the array shimmered with energy, engraved with countless encryption arrays to safeguard against unauthorized access.

The walls were lined with advanced monitoring devices, displaying real-time data on the teleportation coordinates, energy fluctuations, and incoming or outgoing travelers. Dim, soft blue lights illuminated the room, creating a calm yet otherworldly atmosphere. Above the array, suspended platforms housed additional control units operated by highly trained technicians, ensuring every teleportation process was smooth and secure.

The air hummed with latent energy as the array activated, bathing the room in a brilliant light whenever a teleportation was initiated. Large glass windows allowed officials to observe the room while maintaining a clear line of sight to the incoming travelers, ensuring security protocols were met. The entire setup gave the teleportation room an air of both mystery and technological precision, a gateway to distant lands.

The lights flickered for a brief moment. The man with the black wings glanced up, his thick black glasses already in place, focusing his gaze on the Teleportation Array. The room hummed louder as the array’s pillars began to glow, shimmering with a blinding light that filled the entire space. The brilliant display of energy made it feel as though the very air was charged with power.

"Aaah... I feel dizzy," came the first groan.

"Mode Dragon," someone muttered.

"Heal, heal...," another voice, more serious, chimed in.

"I think I’m going to vomit," yet another voice added.

There were various other sounds of disorientation, including a meow from Zuzia, whose feline-like reflexes helped her land softly on her paws despite the dizzying light show.

As the glow subsided, the figures of Tyler, Lily, Astrid, Mathilda, Darla, Silvia, and Zuzia gradually came into view, each one reacting differently to the teleportation process.

The guard adjusted his glasses, looking over the group with a practiced smile. "Welcome to Velkryna. You might feel a little dizzy at first, but don’t panic. Just walk this way, and if you feel too uncomfortable, be sure to let me know," he instructed, his tone professional but with an undertone of repetition, as though he had given this same speech a hundred times before.

Velkryna is the name of the country.

However, as the dizziness wore off and the group straightened themselves out, the guard’s expression shifted slightly when he got a closer look. He blinked, muttering under his breath, "Huh... kids? Without any guardians?"

Tyler and the others took a moment to get their bearings. The room they found themselves in wasn’t just any room—it was enormous, resembling a massive indoor stadium more than a teleportation hub. The ceiling stretched far overhead, and metallic walls gleamed with an almost futuristic sheen. Tyler’s eyes focused immediately on the Teleportation Array they had just used. It had similar pillars to those on Cedar Island, but here the array was made entirely of metal, giving off a sleek, advanced appearance. Every inch of the array was inscribed with intricate runes and symbols, some of which were completely unfamiliar even to Tyler.

"Something definitely went wrong," Tyler muttered, his brows furrowed. "I think we accidentally time-traveled."

Lily nudged him, stifling a laugh. "Or maybe," she whispered, "the Ixalaria Continent is just way more advanced than we thought."

Before they could ponder any further, a new voice broke through their thoughts. The man with the black wings, now standing and folding his device away, approached the group. "Welcome to Ixalaria. The technology here might feel a bit overwhelming if you’re from the more rural parts, but trust me, you won’t want to leave once you get used to it," he said with a confident smile. "Now, if you’re feeling steady on your feet, please move over to the inspection area for processing."

"Inspection?" Tyler asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What kind of inspection?"

"Nothing too serious," the winged man assured him. "Just a quick formality. You’ll need to write down your details—where you’re from, what business you have here, that sort of thing. If you’ve got something to prove your identity, it’ll speed things up a lot."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Something to prove our identity? Like what?"

The man with black wings sighed internally, already bracing himself for the response. "Something like a citizenship card, an adventurer’s guild card, a student ID if you’re from an academy, or even a sect token."

The guard glanced over the group, his earlier suspicion growing as they clearly looked unfamiliar with the process. "Huh, country bumpkins..." he thought quietly to himself.

Tyler, however, wasn’t fazed. "What about a bank card from the Bank of Atlantis?" he asked casually.

The guard’s demeanor shifted slightly, from suspicion to curiosity. "That would do just fine," the man with black wings replied. "In fact, that would make things a lot easier."

Without further hesitation, Tyler collected a series of bank cards from the girls and handed them over. The man’s eyes widened as his hand froze mid-air, staring at the cards as if they were burning hot.

"Queen cards... and King cards...," the man whispered in shock. It wasn’t often that he saw these cards—especially not in the hands of kids. Queen cards were only issued to those with an account balance over a hundred million, and King cards were reserved for those with millions. The fact that Tyler was handling five of them, including one Queen card, was unfathomable.

Darla, on the other hand, handed over a normal bank card. She blinked in quiet realization, her hand faltering as the gap between her and Tyler became starkly apparent.

The man with black wings quickly recovered, straightening his posture as he addressed the group with newfound deference. "Please, right this way, sir," he said, his tone shifting to one of respect.

As they were led through the inspection area, Silvia, who had been marveling at the advanced technology, paused in front of what appeared to be an automatic trash can. "Wow, look at this! It opens automatically," she said in awe.

Tyler raised an eyebrow and glanced at the object. "That’s just a trash can," he deadpanned.

Silvia flushed, embarrassed. "How did you know?"

"It’s written on the top," he replied, pointing at the label, which clearly read Trash Disposal Unit in bold letters.

Once they completed the formalities, Tyler and the group stepped outside the teleportation facility. The building itself was massive, with multiple teleportation rooms branching off in various directions, but it was nothing compared to what awaited them outside.

"Wow..." The collective exclamation came from everyone at once as they looked up.

The sky above was filled with a dazzling array of flying vehicles, each one sleek and aerodynamic. Different types of hover cars zipped by, with yellow taxis darting through the air, emblazoned with glowing Taxi signs that flickered in the bright daylight. Some cars were small and personal, while others were large enough to transport entire groups of people.

Suddenly, a swarm of yellow flying taxis descended toward them. Each one landed gracefully, and a group of men and women, all dressed in crisp uniforms, stepped out. They were clearly elite, their powerful auras unmistakable as they approached.

"Take our taxi!" one of the drivers called out, trying to catch the attention of Tyler and the others. "Where are your guardians, kids?"

Tyler and his crew exchanged glances, a brief look of amusement passing between them. Despite their youthful appearances, it was clear that they were far more than the simple children these drivers assumed them to be. However, it seemed like it was going to take a bit of time for them to fully adjust to the stark contrast between this technologically advanced continent and the more traditional lands they had left behind.