Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Little Xie, don't move around, it'll be over soon..."

"Aunt Ye, this is not right, please don't, please don't..."

Seeing Ye Chang hook her arm around his neck and get closer and closer, Mo Xie shook his head desperately.

Finally, I opened my eyes, and the faint light shining on my face made me much more alert.

He then realized that what had just happened was just a dream, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

After lying there in a daze for a while, he slammed his hand down on his face.

What have I been doing? I actually dreamed about Aunt Ye, and... it's so embarrassing!
Huh, why does my face feel sticky?

Remove your palm; there's a sticky substance on your fingers that looks like... saliva?
"Yeah!"

A cute cry rang out from the side. Turning my head, I saw an adorable little tiger sitting on the lawn, looking at me with its big, round eyes.

"Little White, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah!"

According to Xiao Bai, Ye Xinxia was worried about his safety because he hadn't returned home all night, so she asked Xiao Bai to come out and look for him.

"Is that so? A whole night has already passed..."

Mo Xie was momentarily dazed, then suddenly remembered something important and quickly sat up.

"By the way, where is Aunt Ye?"

Looking around, he found no trace of Ye Chang, sighed helplessly, and lowered his head in disappointment.

"That's true, how could she possibly stay and keep me company?"

My right hand accidentally touched something hard. I turned my head in confusion and found that it was a pure white scroll with a note on it.

Mo Xie was overjoyed and quickly picked up the note to check it.

[Xiao Xie, by the time you see this note, Auntie will have already left.]

Upon seeing the first line, he lowered his eyes in frustration, but he still mustered his spirits and continued reading.

[Don't be sad. I have a feeling we'll meet again soon. Xiao Xie, you wanted to help me, and naturally I don't want you to get hurt. As a student, you don't need to worry about revenge; just focus on living your own life.]

Mo Xie frowned upon seeing this, feeling that Ye Chang was looking down on him.

Meeting... there aren't that many coincidences in the world. When will we meet again?

[Make sure you keep that white scroll safe and never forget to carry it with you. The scroll contains a powerful healing spell from the Parthenon, capable of instantly restoring even the most severe injuries, with the power to bring the dead back to life and heal wounds.]

Of course, reviving a person is impossible, but Auntie hopes you'll never need to use this.

Parthenon's great healing magic, capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing even the most muscular wounds?!
Mo Xie couldn't help but take another look at the white scroll on the ground. She hadn't expected it to be so powerful; as long as a person wasn't completely dead, it could heal them back to life.

As for the three-year promise you mentioned... Auntie will be looking forward to it. Because you ruined something good for Auntie, Auntie is going to give you a little punishment. Don't be surprised.

—Ye Chang

After reading the contents of the note, Mo Xie sat on the grass, lost in thought, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally shook his head with a wry smile and put the white scroll and the note into his spatial ring.

He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked to the edge of the terrace.

At this time, the night was just past its end, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the sun had not yet risen.

While gazing at the scenery of Bocheng, my gaze was constantly drawn to the giant pit in front of me.

After staring at the giant pit for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Now that things have come to this, you should tell me the whole truth, Ling or Ling. Which should I call you now?"

After a moment of silence, Ling's mature and sophisticated voice came from beside me.

I'm sorry, Xie, I shouldn't have kept this from you for so long, but I had no choice. I hope you can understand. From now on, please call me Ling.

Mo Xie nodded and continued to ask.

"So... Ling, can you tell me now who exactly is that guy who looks exactly like me deep in my soul and calls himself the 'Evil Emperor'?"

If you don't know the details of that guy's background and let him live in your body, how can you expect to live a peaceful life in the future?

Moreover, with that guy's appearance, he felt that his suspicions were extremely close to the truth. "Xie, do you know about parallel worlds?"

"Parallel worlds, you mean..."

Mo Xie's eyes flickered; he already had a general idea of ​​the answer.

Yes, he is you, only from a parallel universe.

"If that's the case, then why did you keep it a secret all this time?"

[The universe contains countless parallel worlds, and each parallel world has a person named Mo Xie, but they do not appear simultaneously. After you die in one parallel world, you will enter the next cycle of reincarnation. The Mo Xie deep in your soul is the 98th reincarnation, while you in this life are the 100th reincarnation.]

"The 100th cycle... but what does that have to do with my question?"

The universe has its own laws. You should have inherited all the memories of reincarnations, but because you did something that violated these laws in your previous life, you only have the memories of your last life.

Mo Xie understood, and many things came to mind.

"No wonder you made me change my stage name to Evil Emperor."

[That was my attempt to help you recall something, but it didn't work. Also, the Spirit Seed and the Forging Technique were things you already possessed in your reincarnations. Those memories from future reincarnations will gradually return to your mind.]

At this moment, Mo Xie suddenly recalled a dream she had once had. If Ling was right, then the woman in the dream...

"Ling, I used to keep dreaming about someone, the woman in my dreams... is that you?"

He was met with silence, a shrug, and no further investigation.

The sun has risen, bringing a ray of sunlight to the land of Bocheng, dispelling the gloom left over from last night.

Moye, facing the rising sun, suddenly opened her arms and let out a shout.

"what!!!"

This all-out shout not only released the pressure that had been building up inside him, but also unleashed all his negative emotions.

After catching his breath, he looked at Bo City and saw that peace had been restored, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Everything is finally over. The outcome after the disaster is pretty good, right? ...Except for that huge crater, haha.

He turned around and called out to Little White, who was chasing butterflies.

"Xiaobai, let's go home."

Hearing the call, Xiaobai had no choice but to abandon the beautiful butterfly, and with its cute little short legs, it nimbly climbed up Moxie's arm and onto his shoulder.

"Little White, we must cultivate diligently from now on and become even stronger!"

"Eee-woo!"

Under the morning sun, the man and the tiger walked further and further away.

——·——

Europe, the Alps, a holy city.

In the very heart of the city, a magnificent, golden palace stands, a representative building of the holy city.

On the long golden staircase leading to the palace, a man dressed in a golden robe was walking up the steps one by one, heading towards the palace.

Upon arriving at the palace gates, the gates opened automatically, and I stepped onto a comfortable red carpet, leading me to a room.

Pushing open the door, a round table came into view, around which sat six people, all dressed in long golden robes.

One of them, upon seeing the newcomer, spoke impatiently.

“Michael, why did you call us all back? The Round Table meeting is only once a year, it's not time yet.”

The man in the golden robe smiled, walked straight to the head seat of the round table, sat down, and helplessly shrugged.

"Of course I know you are all very busy, but holding this roundtable meeting today is a last resort. The purpose of this meeting is to inform you of one thing..."

He crossed his arms in front of him, looked around at everyone present, and spoke solemnly, word by word.

"The man in the blood-red robe from six years ago... he has appeared."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expression changed, and they all turned to look at the man in the main seat.

An eerie atmosphere suddenly filled the spacious conference room. (End of Chapter)