The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 829 The Curse Crown that Turns into a Curse

"An anchor that holds the world line?"

Hearing the explanation of the curse's incarnation, Richard felt completely bewildered.

Although he could understand the concept of world lines, in his mind, it was just an unproven, almost utopian theory.

This was true both in his previous life and in the wizarding civilization.

Richard turned to the embodiment of the curse: "Could you explain?"

The cursed incarnation smiled and waved his hand, and a magically simulated scene of the dimension of fate appeared in the air—that is, the Thread of Fate.

"It's truly unbelievable that he was just as bewildered as you were the moment he came into contact with the truth."

Let me explain it to you slowly.

As he spoke, the embodiment of the curse pointed to the image in the air.

"This is the dimension of fate that most people can see. All of our fates are a line, and these lines are intertwined. If there are no accidents, the positions of these lines will not move."

And so, these threads of fate were woven into a cloth. Our intertwined destinies became the pattern on that cloth.

As they spoke, the threads of fate in the air began to tighten, eventually forming a plane on which appeared the symbol of the School of Curses.

"However, this is only a superficial view, or rather, one aspect that we have come into contact with. In his battle with the civilization devourers, he saw a deeper vision of destiny."

In that instant, he saw countless pieces of such cloth.

Our fate is merely a tiny, insignificant pattern on one of countless bolts of cloth.

The incarnation of the curse spoke with great excitement, and as he spoke, the images continued to multiply, with cloths bearing the symbols of other schools of thought appearing one after another.

But Richard remained perfectly calm.

Without a doubt, this is a great mystery. For creatures that seek to understand destiny, this mystery is worth their lives.

But Richard was not interested in studying fate.

Richard likes practical things.

Seeing that Richard did not react, the Curse Avatar shook his head, composed himself, and continued, "The patterns on these fabrics come from the choices of each of us."

You should know about chaotic systems; any tiny perturbation we make can eventually produce a huge reaction.

These different fabrics represent the different world lines that arise from our choices.

Your line of fate is essentially a choice already made. Once that choice was made, the world line will be anchored on the path of the civilization devourers' death.

Richard frowned and said, "In other words, the Civilization Devourer is actually dead, and all we're doing now is burying him in a coffin."

The cursed avatar shook its head: "That's true for ordinary creatures. But civilization devourers are different."

His level of existence was too high. Even though he was knocked down from a higher level, his foundation still exceeded the scope of an eighth-level being.

If he can kill you, or regain his former glory, then this anchor will be useless to him.

Richard nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "So after he devoured several Overlords, he chose to invade the Astral Plane to accelerate his recovery."

The embodiment of the curse nodded, a sinister smile suddenly appearing on its face.

"That was certainly one of the reasons he invaded, but a bigger reason was that he would have been dead if he hadn't done it."

The curse and the rulers of those alien civilizations were not pushovers to be devoured. Their bodies, souls, and even several dimensions were consumed, but they left a seed, or rather a virus, within the bodies of the civilization devourers.

If he doesn't invade the astral plane now, he'll never be able to recover before you grow up, and he might even be 'possessed' by the virus.

"Seize the body?"

Richard was startled, and a chilling thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"What did the Crown Prince do to himself?"

The Curse Avatar chuckled: "It's nothing. He just joined forces with a few other Overlords to turn himself into a curse meme. As long as the Civilization Devourer doesn't return to its peak, he can't remove this curse meme."

This cursed meme will interfere with His decision-making, and as long as He cannot remove it, His traces will be easily found by the Sovereign through divination and witchcraft.

This is why He had to invade the astral plane.

Richard's face showed a hint of shock, he did not expect that the Cursed Crown could do this.

Converting into curse memes sounds simple, but it's actually a technique that only exists in theory.

Transforming a Overlord into a cursed meme is a top-tier technology that even previous civilization alliances had never envisioned.

Not only did the Cursed Crown succeed, it did so quite thoroughly. According to the Cursed Incarnation, the Cursed Crown likely transformed its own personality into part of the meme. If the Civilization Devourer is weak, its personality can take its place, becoming the new Civilization Devourer, or in other words, the Cursed Crown.

Although the possibility is extremely small, the cursed crown has already been successfully transformed into a meme, so it doesn't seem so impossible for it to successfully possess someone else.

Richard exclaimed, "I can hardly hope to match the Crown's talent."

After sighing, Li turned to look at the embodiment of the curse.

"Did the Crown give instructions on the inheritance? I have already achieved the truth, so it might be inappropriate for me to receive this cursed dimension."

The embodiment of the curse picked up the book again and said indifferently, "It's up to you. You know I don't really care about schools of thought."

"If it weren't for the need to maintain dimensionality, I would have discarded this school of thought long ago."

Richard stood up: "Then let's go with the Cursed Mark. No one in the Cursed School is stronger than him."

"That idiot Curse Mark?" the Curse Avatar sighed. "Curse Mark it is. He's managed the school for me for so many years, it's time to give him some reward."

Richard nodded, and a runic gate immediately appeared in front of him.

With one step, he arrived in the Wizarding Dimension. In this dimension, apart from the two crowns of Evocation and Alchemy, the avatars of the other crowns were present.

Upon seeing Richard appear, the Soul Crown asked first, "The Curse... is it really dead?"

"From a spiritual perspective, yes."

Soul Crown was taken aback, then realized and said, "So, there's still a personality involved?"

He was the one who taught the technique of personality overwriting to the Crown of the Cursed, so when Richard said this, he naturally understood immediately.

Upon hearing this, the soul fire in the eyes of the undead crown flickered a few times.

"I didn't expect the curse to die so quickly. I guess the invasion of the civilization devourers must be related to him."

Richard nodded and shared what he had learned.

"I see, this is indeed the style of cursing this guy." Soul Crown sighed slightly, "But with him doing this, we're in big trouble."

"Energy manipulation and alchemy seem to be in trouble. If those two insect overlords are a little more stubborn, we'll be in real danger."

If the mayfly dimension is eroded, then the ruling dimension, which is connected to the mayfly dimension, will certainly not be spared.

If the connection can be broken in time, that's fine. But if it's not broken and the dimension is eroded, even a Limit Breaker would have to put in some effort to resolve it.

If they were to be more stubborn and insist on fighting against the two crowns of Erosion and Energy Shaping and Alchemy, the only outcome would be that the Civilization Devourers would benefit.

“It’s too late to say anything now,” Richard said calmly. “We just need to do what we can. You’ll have to put in a lot of effort with the soul and internal propaganda.”

Soul Crown sighed helplessly upon hearing this.

"Sigh, wars never end. It's fortunate that we've won one victory after another in the past two years, and that we've even had a demi-human wizard emerge. Otherwise, propaganda would be really difficult to carry out."

The Crown of the Dead then spoke up, "I will also go and prepare for the research and development of the Guide. The number of souls on the battlefield is not enough; the Civilization Devourers have stolen some of the souls of the fallen wizards."

Richard nodded, then looked at the silent Corona.

"Dean, do you have any clues about the evolution potion?"

In the legacy Richard inherited, even the most basic soldiers in a standard Hearthman Legion are at level three, while a level four World Lord can only serve as a Legion Commander.

This means that the quality of the wizard's legion must be improved.

However, the darkness of the soul in spiritual evolution makes it impossible to evolve rapidly by relying on the essence of the soul. Therefore, the only way to improve the quality of soldiers is through physical evolution.

"Oh." The Constitutional Corona seemed to be awakened from deep thought. "I have a clue, but it's difficult to reduce costs."

While some materials can be cultivated on a large scale, supplying an entire civilization's army would still be a stretch.

Richard nodded slightly, his words serious: "If there's anything I can help with, I can provide some technical support."

"it is good."

With so many crowns in their respective positions, Richard was naturally not idle either.

After leaving the Wizarding Dimension, Richard arrived in the Dimension of Miracles. In this world that belonged to him, Mount Tarrar was communicating with the soul that had not responded to Richard's questions.

Upon seeing Richard's return, Taral Peak immediately came to greet him.

"Sir Richard, what is the situation outside?"

"It is still under control at present."

As he spoke, Richard looked toward the soul that hadn't responded before.

"Can you communicate with the elder?"

Taral Peak shook his head: "No, his soul has been almost completely obliterated, and his personality has almost disappeared. I was just trying to reshape his personality."

Richard sighed softly.

Indeed, not every creature can be saved.

If even a weak ruler is like this, then those world lords who were devoured, and even weaker creatures, were probably digested clean as soon as they entered the stomach of the civilization devourers.

“Why do you sigh?” Taral Peak laughed. “His soul has not been extinguished; if his personality is gone, he can simply be rebuilt.”

So many lives were swallowed up; to be saved is an incredible stroke of luck.

Richard smiled, then with a serious expression, told Taral Peak about the events that had occurred over the years.

He revealed everything about the Titan sacrifices, the demise of the Civilization Alliance, and the birth of the Abyss Titans.

Only the King of Titan possessed a sliver of his soul, which he concealed.

The fewer people who know about the existence of the King of Titans, the better.

After learning all this, Taral Peak's eyes seemed somewhat dazed.

"So much has happened. I never imagined that the King would sacrifice himself and the Titans to severely injure those demons."

After saying this, he looked at Richard and bowed deeply.

"Since you are the Abyss Titan, then you are the new king of the Titan race."

"At Mount Tarar, pay homage to the Titan King."

Richard helped him up and asked, "What position did you hold in the past, sir?"

Taral Peak straightened up and replied, "I don't have any great skills, except that I'm passable in combat."

In the past, I was the chief instructor of the Titan Legion. If you wish to reorganize the Titan Legion, I am ready to serve you faithfully.

(End of this chapter)