The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 23: The Ruin’s Save Point

"And here’s where things got even stranger. The moment I laid eyes on that house, what had once been an endless path suddenly shortened. Before I even took two steps, I had already arrived in front of the house. There were no signs of human activity inside, and the furnishings were extremely sparse but neatly arranged. There was only a bed, a massive medicine cabinet, a table, and a black book lying on top of the table. That was all—so empty it felt eerie."

"You can probably guess what happened next," Bearnard sighed, this time truly regretful. "I was curious and flipped through the notebook on the table, but before I could finish reading, my vision went black again. When I woke up, I was no longer in the ruin. And the place I woke up in wasn’t my bedroom—it was the outskirts of town. When I came to, I found two ruin keys beside me."

After hearing Bearnard’s unbelievable experience, Illiya formed a hypothesis in his mind—one he was about sixty percent confident in.

Instinctively, he straightened his posture, and for a brief moment, his gaze sharpened before he quickly regained his usual calm demeanor.

"Have you considered this possibility? This ruin might have..."

Before Illiya could finish speaking, Bearnard seemed to have an epiphany and interrupted excitedly, "Right! I forgot to mention the most important thing—I suspect this ruin has a time limit! And it also seems to have a treasure-hunting mechanism! I must have exceeded the time limit, which is why I was forcibly transported out. But since I didn’t find the final treasure, the ruin gave me another ’key’!"

Illiya, once again cut off mid-sentence, fell silent.

Something about this city lord doesn’t seem quite right.

It wasn’t that he was particularly bothered about being interrupted—what stood out to him was that Bearnard had answered all of his unspoken questions.

In fact, even the conclusions and speculations Bearnard made were identical to his own.

Did this city lord have mind-reading abilities?

Using Bearnard’s experience as a reference, Illiya and the others finally gained a rough understanding of the ruin, which helped them prepare for their own journey.

After some careful planning, the group made thorough preparations.

Illiya cautiously opened a small box and retrieved the ruin key.

Following Bearnard’s instructions, he channeled magic into it.

A faint green glow radiated from his hands, converging into the key.

And then...

Nothing happened.

After injecting magic into the key, they experienced none of what Bearnard had described.

Their vision did not go dark, and when they opened their eyes again, they were still standing in the same place.

In short, they had failed to enter the ruin.

Bearnard stared expectantly at Illiya, who could only return an exasperated look.

Seeing this, Bearnard immediately deflated, his whole demeanor wilting.

"Does this mean we really can’t enter the ruin anymore? No way..." Bearnard groaned softly, visibly dispirited.

Illiya’s lips parted slightly, but in the end, he didn’t say anything to comfort him.

To be honest, he had no words of reassurance.

After all, he was just as clueless as the city lord.

They had followed Bearnard’s method exactly—so why didn’t it work?

The elf was confused.

Eoryun furrowed his brows and scratched his head in frustration, instantly ruining the neatly arranged strands of his hair.

His previously pale face was now tinged with a flustered red.

[ Similar to a treasure-hunting mechanism... ]

That phrase echoed in his mind.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

He jumped up in excitement and even raised his hand toward the city lord.

"I got it! I got it! Uncle, you said this ruin works like a treasure hunt, right? Then let’s compare searching for treasure in the ruin to playing a game. And in games, you can always save your progress! So the ruin must have a save point! Uncle, last time you were kicked out of the ruin, and you woke up in the outskirts. That means that location is your save point! If we go there, we might be able to re-enter the ruin!"

The people in the hall fell into deep thought after hearing Eoryun’s theory.

Darius struggled to digest his words. Some of the terms still puzzled him. "Young Master Eoryun, I understand what a game is, but what exactly do you mean by a ’save point’?"

Eoryun realized that this was not the world he was reincarnated from.

This was a continent full of fantasy elements—elves, dragons, dwarves, and magic—but at the same time, its technological advancements had barely been developed.

For him, the concept of saving the game progress was as natural as drinking water, something ingrained in his subconscious.

But for the native people of this land, that wasn’t necessarily the case.

This realization finally calmed the previously excited Young Master Eoryun.

He carefully explained, "It’s like resurrection. For example, if a person dies, and someone revives them at a specific location, that place becomes their revival point. It can also be called a save point. That’s the general idea."

Darius instinctively wanted to say that resurrection was impossible.

But when his peripheral vision caught the expectant look in Young Master Eoryun’s eyes, he swallowed the words back down.

He had a strong premonition that it was better not to say such things aloud.

"I think I understand. So, what we need to do now is go to the place where Bearnard was transported out of the ruins, right?" Darius dryly changed the subject, avoiding looking to his right, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Eoryun didn’t notice this at all.

Seeing that people understood his explanation, he was visibly pleased, even experiencing a strange sense of accomplishment.

"Yes, yes, yes! Our goal now is to go to the outskirts!"

Bearnard was also swept up in the excitement. "Let’s go! I’ll lead the way! I’ve had a great memory since I was young, and since it’s the ruins, my memory of it is even clearer."

With that, he took the lead, marching out the door energetically.