I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 384: Where Even Am I?

• Ignore spatial locks imposed by formations or laws.

Even if trapped inside an abyssal enclosure or dimensional prison, one can leave with this ability.

• Emergency Multi-Target Warp, allowing one to take objects within his influence radius all in a single activation.

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All of the information presented before him, made Victor’s eyes widen.

Both abilities were beyond his expectations but Dimensional Warp was something else entirely.

Unlike Shadow Blink which folded short distances through shadow and space, dimensional Warp allowed him to cross very long distances.

Even allowed him to cross dimensions if need be. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Shadow Blink was something he could only use if he could see where he was headed but Dimensional Warp wouldn’t need that. He could simply just activate it and travel very long distances but he was unaware of its limits right now.

How far could he travel? Could he go to places he had never been before? Or could this be the key to getting back to his family?

He filed that away for later.

Now was not the time to experiment with powers that could warp space, time, or causality... especially this close to an abyss that had already shown interest in him.

However, these weren’t the only boons he received after becoming a Soul Transformation Realm Cultivator.

Every single cultivation art and martial technique had received a subtle boost in mastery. Not enough to drastically change the percentages but enough to smooth rough edges, shorten activation time, and reduce qi consumption.

These were the invisible benefits of a major realm breakthrough.

The kind that didn’t show off, but won battles.

Victor leaned back again with his eyes half-lidded.

Soul Transformation Realm also came with... other privileges linked to his inner bank.

New rules.

New freedoms.

For one...

Soul Clone Creation.

Actual semi-autonomous clones formed from condensed soul essence, capable of independent thought, cultivation, and combat... albeit at a fraction of the original’s strength.

He hadn’t tested it yet.

But the knowledge was there.

Another—

Soul Wave Suppression.

A single thought could now send a crushing wave of soul pressure outward, capable of annihilating lesser beings outright. Against weaker cultivators or beasts, physical combat was no longer necessary.

Presence alone could kill.

And then there was the aspect Victor appreciated the most.

Astral Projection.

He could already do it before... but now?

Now he could project his consciousness much farther, much more stably, and with far less risk. He could scout terrain, peer beyond mountains, even brush the edges of dangerous regions without physically entering them.

That alone was invaluable.

Especially here.

Especially now.

Victor’s gaze drifted toward the tent’s entrance, where faint gray light filtered in.

Ahead of them lay unknown territory.

A land where abyssal eyes opened in canyon walls.

Where swarms poured out of cracks in reality.

Where something—something old—had noticed his ascent.

He closed the status panel.

Eirene was watching him observantly.

"I’ll check what’s ahead," Victor said calmly. "We won’t move until Gojo’s internals are stable."

Eirene inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment.

No comment.

No objection.

Victor settled into a meditative posture and let his breathing slow.

Then, without fanfare, his consciousness lifted... extending outward, thinning, stretching and slipping free like mist passing through a narrow crack.

His physical body remained seated, back straight, breath steady. Qi flowed through his meridians in a controlled rhythm, stabilizing the aftermath of his breakthrough. To anyone watching, he appeared to be meditating.

But Victor was already gone.

The boundary between flesh and soul thinned, then ceased to matter altogether.

His astral form manifested high above the land.

Not as a fragile wisp, not as a translucent shadow but as an enormous humanoid figure, glowing like a miniature sun suspended in the sky. His astral body was radiant, dense, and unmistakably real, composed of layered soul-light that burned a deep orange-gold, edged faintly with white and void-black filaments.

It hovered effortlessly.

Below him stretched a region that made the abyss seem tame.

A city.

Or rather... what remained of one.

Skyscrapers leaned at impossible angles with their upper halves torn away, twisted, or entirely melted into warped silhouettes. Entire blocks had collapsed inward, leaving craggy pits that exhaled thick, purplish mist that crawled across the ground like a living thing.

The air itself was corrupted.

Victor felt it instantly. This was not mana. It was an aftereffect. A residue left behind by calamities too violent, too unnatural, for the land to ever truly recover from.

The sky was filled with swarms of strange creatures ranging from winged aberrations to segmented horrors to things with too many eyes and not enough structure. They moved in erratic patterns, clustering around spires and broken buildings where nests and cocoons clung to exposed steel and shattered glass.

On the ground, massive beasts prowled the ruins.

Some resembled corrupted versions of once-familiar magical creatures that were warped beyond recognition. Some were in serpentine forms with crystallized organs some were hulking brutes stitched together by mutation rather than design. Others were entirely alien with heir wrong movements.

This was not just a battlefield...

This was an ecosystem.

One built on ruin.

Victor’s astral presence pressed down naturally just by existing and due to this... hundreds of lesser creatures below faltered mid-flight. Some spiraled downward, crashing into rubble as their wings failed them. Others landed clumsily, trembling, unable to remain upright beneath the weight of his soul pressure.

Several fell to their knees.

Some screamed.

Others simply went still.

But not all.

A presence stirred.

From the heart of the city, something vast moved. A colossal shape rose partially from within a collapsed megastructure with its body hidden and its outline indistinct, but its aura unmistakable. Power rolled off it in slow, measured waves, colliding against Victor’s pressure without immediately yielding.

Dozens of eyes opened up and they locked onto the glowing figure in the sky.

Mana swept out from it and Victor felt an attack being prepared, dense enough to be a threat even to his astral form.

He considered responding.

It would not be difficult.

A single pulse of soul force could erase half the city. A focused soul wave would crush that creature outright, regardless of its size.

But Victor did not come here to fight.

He observed... he memorized.

Then he withdrew his pressure slightly... just enough to avoid escalation.

The massive presence hesitated, unravelling its attack.

Victor turned his gaze outward and etched the region into his mind, marking its position relative to the abyss, the terrain, and the flow of corrupted energy.

"We have to avoid this place."

He let his astral form drift onward, checking out the next region.

The next region was no better.

And the one after that...

Worse.

Mountains split open, bleeding unnatural light. Forests turned inside out, trees growing downward into open sky while roots clawed at the heavens. Plains riddled with sinkholes that breathed, each exhale carrying spores that warped reality itself.

Everywhere he looked, the land had been terraformed.

Creatures had adapted. They had claimed niches in the aftermath of destruction, building civilizations of instinct atop the bones of whatever world had existed before.

Victor searched.

He looked for signs of humanity.

A domed city.

A barrier.

A skyline that made sense.

He found none.

No steel domes.

No mana shields.

No human settlements.

Only ruins.

Only monsters.

Only remnants.

Time stretched.

His astral form ranged farther than ever before, crossing distances that would have taken days to traverse physically. He mapped routes... narrow corridors of relative stability between zones of catastrophic danger.

Paths that could be flown over.

Paths that must be avoided.

Again and again, he pulled back from regions that felt... watchful.

Places where his presence drew too much attention too quickly.

Places where even his astral form felt measured.

Evaluated.

Eventually, Victor slowed.

His glowing form hovered in a stretch of dead land that was completely silent. No beasts. No swarms. No immediate threats.

Just emptiness.

And the overwhelming realization that hit him then was not fear.

It was isolation.

Since being displaced months ago, he had not encountered a single human settlement.

Not one.

No survivors.

No travelers.

No signs of resistance.

The only human he had met was Bai Feng—and he had not even belonged to this world.

He had died with more questions than answers.

Victor’s astral form dimmed slightly as the thought settled.

He withdrew his astral projection.

The glowing titan dissolved into motes of soul-light that streamed backward across invisible distances, collapsing inward, returning to flesh.

Victor’s eyes opened beneath the beast-hide tent.

For a moment, he did not move.

Then he let out a quiet breath.

Eirene watched him, silent as ever.

Gojo slept.

Victor stared at the dim entrance of the shelter, at the bleak land beyond it.

Every path was dangerous.

Every direction led through horror.

No safe region.

No familiar landmarks.

No confirmation that he was even heading toward anything human.

The question surfaced unbidden, heavy and unsettling.

"...Where even am I?"

The question echoed back to him unanswered.