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Chapter 283 It's all the moon's fault

The Illuminati, also known as the Illuminus Organization, meaning "the enlightened" or "the illuminated," was founded on May 1, 1776, in Bavaria by Adam Wieshaus.

Its initial purpose was mainly to provide others with books and scientific knowledge that were banned at the time, as well as alchemy that was banned at the time. Later, it gradually became a name used by many historical and modern societies.

Stories set against a backdrop of Western mysticism are roughly 30% related to the Bavarian Illuminati, and no matter what bad things happen, as long as they are all attributed to them, they are almost always accurate.

This is a purely mystical organization, whose very name sounds like the epitome of villains, and it has a high level of prestige. However, in the world of Valkyrie, where alchemy actually exists, it completely fails miserably.

Because, Finney.

Among the alchemists of the Bavarian Illuminati, some yearned to "deconstruct the world," some pursued the "Philosopher's Stone," and some were determined to achieve "complete physical body." At the same time, there was also a fairly determined faction that wanted to master—"divine power."

That's right, it's the power of the Anunnaki.

Among the alchemists, there are those who have always been dedicated to rebelling against the rulers and lifting the curse of Baral on humanity. Unlike Phineas, they are determined to use the power of the gods to lift the curse.

However, due to Phineas's extreme aversion to alchemy, a "heretical" practice, the Bavarian Light Society had several conflicts with Phineas.

However, the Light Society was always defeated by Finni's control over the relics, so for a long time while Finni was still around, the Light Society chose to operate in secret.

The ancient witch was so terrified that she cowered in fear in this vast city of light. Could it be that the moon also follows the law that the older something is, the stronger it becomes?

Modern technology cannot harm noise created by heretical techniques hundreds of years ago. Alchemists who mastered heretical techniques cannot defeat prehistoric female ghosts and relics. So, the trilobite sage resurrected in the Cambrian period must be able to easily defeat humanity (strategist).
But it is precisely this unorthodox technology that Jagi is pursuing.

According to the information provided by Finney, he is now heading to Western Europe, where alchemy is most prevalent. For him, who has spent a long time traveling around the Eurasian continent, this is a novel experience.

Sitting on the plane bound for a foreign land, Jagi looked at the scenery rushing past the window. The bright moon appeared and disappeared among the rapidly moving clouds, while the calm sea thousands of meters below was occasionally rippled with gentle waves, reflecting a faint glimmer in the soft moonlight.

The whole world seemed to become peaceful, clear, and quiet, as if there were no more struggles or wars. It was also impossible to see the curse that tore humanity apart on the unchanging moon.

The scene of nightfall and complete silence reminded him of a conversation, or rather... an exchange, that had taken place not long before he left the Second Department.

"How can it be!"

The blue-haired guard, seeing his revered uncle defeated in a single blow, cried out in astonishment, as if he had seen a frog spinning and dancing.

Despite having witnessed Jagi's power before, Feng Mingyi still had confidence in his commander. How could that person possibly lose?
“No one is invincible. I’ve lost before… even utterly defeated.” Jagi admitted without hesitation, holding up one index finger. “The key is whether you can get back up after a defeat.”

...In fact, even now, Feng Mingyi is still somewhat afraid and terrified.

If Jagi hadn't arrived in time to stop her best friend's swan song, what would she have faced? The girl, who considered herself a "sword," was unwilling and dared not think about it, otherwise her "sword" might have developed cracks.

However, she couldn't lie to herself—that it was because her sword wasn't sharp enough, fast enough, or potent enough that such a situation occurred.

It was my own failure.

It is a disqualification to be a "defender".

"What exactly is a sword used for self-defense?"

Jacques flicked the girl's forehead with his finger, making a crisp sound. He wasn't surprised by her confusion and struggle. In response to her question, he said:
"As a guardian, since my duty is to correct humanity's wrongdoings, if I cannot stay on the right path, I lose all meaning. However... since I wield the power to correct others, I must also have the power to correct myself." As a battle maiden, let me find clarity and understanding in battle.

"I don't know the specifics of how to do it, but—just stick to your usual principles! I think it's really cool! Just do it this way!"

"Is he handsome?"

I heard something I couldn't understand.

"Correct."

Jagi nodded in agreement, then seemed to be recalling something: "A genius swordsman once said: First, you have to be very handsome, then your swordsmanship has to be handsome, both your moves and your finishing moves have to be handsome, your temperament has to be cool enough, then your swordsmanship has to be cool enough, the atmosphere has to be lonely enough, and your swordsmanship has to be very lonely. The names of your sword moves have to be cringeworthy enough, and the effects have to be cringeworthy enough."

The word "handsome" was used so many times that it must really be handsome.

"I think you have all the qualities that swordsman mentioned. Whether or not you can become an excellent defender, you can at least become a handsome swordsman."

The blue-haired girl nodded thoughtfully.

"Master, who is that swordsman?"

Xiang asked curiously from the side.

"The moon is the guardian of the snow, because when the night ends and the sun rises, the snow melts and the sun rises. The moon departs silently, leaving only its last bit of whiteness on the riverbank, as a tribute to the reluctant fallen leaves."

Instead of directly answering Xiang's question, he recited a poem, and when he did, a rare look of regret appeared on Jia Ji's face.

"If I were to find an opponent right now, it would be him, the strongest man in the Moonlit Garden—the goalkeeper of the Berserkers, 'Minakata Moriya'! Unfortunately, we probably won't be able to fight each other. Life is truly as lonely as snow!"

……

Bathed in the starry sky and the nostalgic moonlight, the roaring passenger planes are like shooting stars streaking across the sky, resolutely flying towards their destination.

If this journey goes smoothly, he will be able to obtain the alchemical technology that will solve all problems and prevent the Third World War in his world...

But what happens after you succeed?

If the goal he has been striving for has been achieved, what else is there for him to do?

—There's no need to ask too many questions about the path you're meant to take.

"Let me prove my title as the strongest in Fist of the North Star! At least before I fall, let me see just how far I can go!"

But before that.

The ultimate goal of this trip is—

—"The Miracle Killer"

—Carol Mars Dingheim!!!
(End of this chapter)