Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

251: Chapter 248 Digging for Gold, Selling ShovelsThe mountains of the East Coast had turned into a vast desert. This miraculous sight naturally compelled everyone present to explore it more deeply.

Even though they didn’t know if there was any treasure inside, they were still driven to explore.

But since it was a great power left behind by the transcendent, they might as well take a look; after all, they had nothing to lose.

Crowds organizing their gear on the edge of the desert spontaneously formed small teams based on family ties—some, after calling relatives, found that they too had rushed to the East Coast.

Even the hosts, who had stood their ground during the two-day transcendent battle, couldn’t help but follow the masses inside.

Of course, they weren’t skipping work; they had mostly requested leave on the spot.

In front of televisions, viewers who couldn’t make it to the scene in time due to limited time were now all getting excited.

The transcendent had left, but the desert wasn’t going anywhere, right?

So what were they waiting for?

Thus, the number of people gathering on the East Coast did not shrink but instead increased frantically with the continuous arrival of cars.

The seemingly prominent figures were in no hurry to enter, gathering in front of a temporary two-story building and discussing something in a relaxed atmosphere.

A reporter newly sent by the TV station requested an interview with them, but was politely declined by the bodyguards.

In disappointment, the reporter went to the camp where tents were scattered in disarray, only to find it completely empty because everyone had gone to the desert.

In the end, they had no choice but to take a helicopter into the desert to track them down.

The people coming to the East Coast never expected to be walking on sand, so they hadn’t prepared vehicles like sand buggies.

Some intended to go to the nearest city to buy them, but feared falling a step behind others, so they were forced to travel on foot.

Human walking speed naturally couldn’t compare to a helicopter. After admiring the undulating dunes for a while, the reporter looked down and saw a small team carrying backpacks.

The explorer team trudged through the sand, the trail of footprints they left behind quickly being filled in by drifting sand.

The reporter urged the pilot to fly ahead of the team and land. Sliding down to the ground from a rope ladder thrown out of the cabin, they immediately went over to conduct an interview.

The leading Middle-aged Man seemed to be an elder of their family, fully responsible for dealing with outsiders.

Before the reporter could get close, he waved his hand in refusal.

As a frontline news worker who had dealt with all sorts of people for a long time, the reporter easily handled the Middle-aged Man: accept my interview, and I’ll use the helicopter to take you to your destination.

This team was the first to be caught up to by the helicopter, undoubtedly putting them at the very back of the explorer crowd.

Faced with the temptation of jumping to the very front of everyone, he predictably and quickly succumbed.

“Alright, ask whatever you want, as long as I know it.”

“Hey, quick, camera, lighting board, over here!” The reporter turned his head and waved, directing the staff to set up the scene.

Well... although the environment was a bit crude and the departure was too hasty to bring more than a few tools, the final result didn’t reach his ideal state.

But the strong never complain about their environment.

Ignoring the blazing sun overhead and the sweat quickly soaking his forehead, he first raised the microphone to the camera and gave his opening remarks.

“Ladies and gentlemen before your televisions, we are honored to invite the Mike family for an interview.

They were among the first to arrive at the East Coast and witnessed the duel of the magicians and the process of the mountains becoming a desert.

Now, they are venturing deep into the land of miracles created by magic. What are they looking for?

What does it feel like to encounter magic up close? What is that giant fish soaring in the sky? And who is the Easterner standing on the fish’s back?

Alright, let’s reveal the answers right now!”

After the passionate speech, the reporter stepped back, revealing the Middle-aged Man behind him with his hands on his hips.

“Mike, Mr. Mike, may I call you that?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s get to the point. Mr. Mike, you saw Mr. Dumbledore perform magic with your own eyes, didn’t you?”