After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

The originally dense, jet-black metallic torrent.

It transformed into an infinitely continuous metal film, only one atom thick.

Like a dark and ethereal cloud, it silently floated beside the bright star.

Inside the Arcane Temple.

In Charles's eyes, the slightly rotating "quantum communication," resembling specks of light, was gradually disappearing.

And his originally vast and turbulent spiritual ocean.

At this moment, tranquility is gradually returning.

Charles looked at the countless wizards eagerly waiting in the arcane hall beside him.

Then, a calm announcement was made.

"So--"

'The first stage of the Dyson sphere—'

"finished."

Chapter Ninety-Two: Abundance: Just the Father God's Task (8k)

Thousands of flowing metals converged in the starry sky to form a layer of ethereal, almost transparent mist—

Looking at that "Dyson cloud," which resembles a black veil drifting above the orbit of a star...

Thunderous applause erupted in the Arcane Hall in an instant.

Although that wisp of cloud seemed extremely small compared to that enormous, burning star—

If you were to take a super-high-resolution photograph of the entire star, the tiny clouds would only occupy a handful of the millions of pixels in the photograph.

If one is not a superhuman with exceptional perception, it would be difficult to even see clearly.

This stage of the "Dyson Cloud," compared to the complete Dyson sphere, can only absorb one ten-millionth to one hundred-millionth of the energy from the star.

but--

The accomplishment of such a creation has a milestone significance for the entire Black Tower and even the entire Western Continent.

That means that the entire civilization's exploration of energy and the world is no longer limited to the realm of its own home planet.

But -

We have already taken a solid step towards that infinitely distant and infinitely brilliant sea of ​​stars.

......

Beside the Arcane Hall.

As Aisveta gazed at the scene on the light screen, her heart was filled with surging emotions.

This intense emotion also stirred her soul—

Deep within her soul, illusory scenes formed by the convergence of spiritual power were appearing one after another in succession.

In that monotonous void, the first thing to appear was a desolate ancient city.

A dark barrier silently shrouded this quiet ancient city, preventing this secondary plane, which existed as an appendage of the Western Continent, from ever seeing the sunlight.

Only the occasional glimmer of the silvery moonlight adds a touch of desolation to this ancient city.

This is the ancestral home of the vampires of the Western Continent—the City of a Thousand Years.

It is also the place where Esveda was born and raised.

She spent her entire childhood and adolescence here, and the memories of that time are just like the tone of the city—dark and desolate.

All Aisveta could see all day long were those vampire elders and princes who exuded a decaying aura, either hating her or instilling in her various concepts of destiny and responsibility as the True Ancestors...

She had thought that her entire life would be confined and restricted to this dark and ancient city.

As the True Ancestor, anticipated and longed for by the entire vampire clan, he spent the rest of his life in this desolate world.

until that day.

That black-haired, black-eyed wizard boy appeared in her life without any warning.

Boom——

In Aisveta's illusory mental world.

The ancient city, which was originally dark and cold, now shrouded in eternal night, is now rumbling.

click-

Accompanied by the sound of something breaking.

Suddenly, cracks appeared one after another within the barrier of eternal night.

Immediately afterwards, the crack spread rapidly.

The curtain of eternal night crumbled into countless scattered fragments, and bright sunlight shone through the cracks in the night, illuminating the dark ancient city completely.

The decaying ancient city gradually crumbled in the sunlight, turning into countless illusory points of light.

And among those fragments that vanished with the light, exuding an aura of decay—

A brand new building is slowly rising.

It was a tall, dark tower that pointed straight up to the azure sky.

A series of hazy phantoms moved back and forth in the town beneath the tower, amidst the sounds of debate and discussion.

A whistling wind swept by, carrying the scent of ink from the book's pages.

Aisveta remained silent, gazing at the landscape deep within her own heart.

“Uncle Carter, you and the other elders are all wrong.”

"The future of the vampire clan..."

"We should never be trapped in that dark, ancient city."

"Our future, my future—"

"Belongs to...this world of light."

In Aisveta's world of perception, the originally illusory scene is gradually being sublimated.

It is no longer a chaotic stream of thoughts, but has begun to gradually converge and reorganize.

The illusory outline gradually became clearer and more solid, beginning to take the shape of a complete world.

The hallmark of a legendary mage is possessing their own spiritual ocean.

in other words--

"Congratulations, Aisveta."

"Today, the sixth legendary mage of the Western Continent has been born."

Charles's calm voice slowly rang out.

The advancement of a legendary mage differs from that of other legendary physical attackers, who advance in terms of their physical essence, while the former achieves a sublimation of their spiritual level.

Therefore, the advancement of a legendary mage occurs entirely within the spiritual ocean, with almost no visible movement. Only those with extremely keen spiritual power can possibly detect those minute soul fluctuations.

At this moment, only after Charles confirmed it himself did the other high-ranking wizards in the Arcane Hall react and offer their congratulations to Aisveta.

Of course, there were sincere congratulations, but there were also multiple intentions mixed in, such as making friends and exchanging benefits.

After all, the high-ranking wizards here come from all over the world, and naturally, they all have some personal agendas involved.

Aisveta has broken through to the Legendary level—that's some big news!

Unlike her mysterious origins and extremely low profile since joining the Black Tower, the only impression outsiders have of her is that of Renata, who has a close relationship with Ciel.

As the progenitor of the vampire clan, Aisveta comes from a vampire clan that is one of the oldest races on the Western Continent...

Although they had kept a low profile in the past, the vampires now clearly show signs of re-emerging.

In the past, the legend of a newborn could be the talk of the town for several years.

There have been so many big news stories lately, with two even being discovered from other dimensional civilizations, that the intelligence departments of the major powers in the Western Continent have become somewhat numb.

Regardless, the birth of a legend among the vampires is news that could change the entire power structure of the Western Continent.

As expected of someone who was raised by the vampires as a future progenitor from birth, Aisveta responded appropriately to all the various congratulations and the well-intentioned or wary probing questions, displaying impeccable manners.

As the crowd that had been congratulating Aisveta began to disperse...

Kieran gazed at Aisveta with his aged eyes and spoke slowly.

"The birth of every legend is an epic and a miracle that cannot be replicated."

"Therefore, the path of every legend is unique and one of a kind."

"Regarding the realm beyond the legendary level, both Charles and Tower Master Vimers can only offer their personal suggestions... As for how to truly proceed, it is up to the legendary level itself."

"In other words... the Darkest Tower has nothing more to teach you."

"According to the agreement reached between the Black Tower and the Vampire Clan, you are free to return to the Vampire Clan at any time..."