My Power to Ignore Enemy Abilities Lets Me Rule Another World

"Bang!" With a loud thud, the ship roughly docked at the shore.

I still preferred the feeling of staying on solid ground. It wasn't that being on a boat was unbearable, but moving around on land was far more convenient than being confined to the cramped space of a ship.

However, the ground here wasn't exactly comfortable to walk on—soft, sticky, and damp—making it unsuitable for combat requiring swift movements.

"Should we wait here for Savon to catch up?" I suggested.

"Before that, we should search the island thoroughly to make sure there aren't any hidden threats lurking. We wouldn't have much trouble, but Savon, in her current state, might not be so lucky."

"Do you think this island still has remnants of the invading forces?"

"Unlikely, don't you think? This island has been abandoned for ages. That said, some intel suggests that certain criminals and terrorists may have fled here."

Avik took off his battered combat gloves and casually tossed them onto the swaying boat, ensuring they hung perfectly on the ship's edge.

"When she sees these, she'll know we've arrived... She'll recognize them, right?"

"Let's hope so..."

Avik's voice was calm as he responded while adjusting his gear, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern—concern clearly reserved for Savon.

It was understandable. Both Avik and I had witnessed just how dire Savon's condition was back then.

"Shouldn't we wait for her a bit longer?"

"No need."

It seemed Avik was eager to move forward without delay.

With that decided, completing the search as quickly as possible became the top priority.

As for where to start... the answer felt rather obvious.

Ahead of us, partially obscured by sparse dead trees, lay two distinct areas: an abandoned village of crumbling wooden huts and a foul-smelling, muddy swamp.

"An old, ruined village and a swamp, huh... Should we explore together or split up?"

"Doesn't matter to me. Which one do you prefer?"

Hmm, the abandoned village seemed more to my liking. I pointed towards the village.

"Alright, then let's split up. You handle a full search of the village while I take care of the swamp and its potential threats."

I appreciated Avik's decisiveness.

"Off I go, then."

"Stay safe."

With that, Avik and I parted ways for the time being.

Not long after I started walking, a sudden rush of footsteps caught my attention. I turned to look in Avik's direction, but he was already out of sight.

He really was in a hurry.

Pushing for efficiency was fine, but being overly hasty came with risks.

Still, there was no point dwelling on it. I'd focus on completing my part of the task first.

A road ran through the center of the village, lined with broken weapons and tattered banners stuck into the ground, many of them snapped or shattered. The houses were arranged along both sides of the road, with only a few scattered on the outskirts.

Logically, starting with the small houses on the periphery would be safer and more efficient, but I didn't see the need to take that approach.

First things first, I activated an ability to nullify any traps created using special powers within the entire village. After confirming that no such traps existed, I began walking along the road, drawing my peculiar sword to prepare for any potential encounters.

Each house was built of wood, and every single one had its doors wide open. I searched them one by one, finding exactly what I had expected—nothing. The village had clearly been deserted for a very long time.

Decades? Perhaps even a century or more? I couldn't be sure, but the place was utterly dilapidated.

The wooden structures were on the verge of collapse. To avoid damaging them as I moved, I took extra care during my search, which added some time to the process.

After surveying the area, I set my sights on the largest wooden building at the far end of the main road.

It resembled some kind of administrative office or the headquarters of an important institution. Although it was just as rundown as the other structures, its scale and design were far superior.

A rusty iron gate blocked the way, but that wasn't an issue. I stepped forward and slashed at the heavily corroded lock with my sword, cutting through it in a single stroke. The gate creaked open, granting access to the courtyard in front of the building.

But before I could proceed, it seemed I'd get a warm-up fight.

"Did they really leave guards here?"

In an instant, four crimson magical currents spiraled down from the sky, intertwining as they began to take shape.

Moments later, a massive mechanical colossus materialized before me, its design reminiscent of technology from my previous world.

Could it be another transmigrator?

The machine's armored joints hissed with steam as it stepped forward, bellowing loudly.

"All who oppose the almighty God-King shall be destroyed!"

It left no room for negotiation. Several missile launchers emerged from its back, firing a dense barrage of projectiles.

I stood still, calmly slicing the incoming missiles apart as if cutting watermelons. I didn't even need to move my feet.

By default, missiles explode when sliced, but I nullified the "exploding upon impact" condition as I cut through them, rendering them harmless.

This was a perfect opportunity to test the black dagger I'd been carrying.

Switching my sword for the short black blade, I couldn't help but wonder: what would happen if this "mech"—a non-organic lifeform—were wounded by it?