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

but.

In that infinitely extending and endless multiverse, there are always exceptions.

......

For the vast majority of wizards, the normal path to learning and growth is to first understand the most fundamental principles of arcane magic, and then use magic to construct spell models that correspond to those principles.

but--

However, there are always some exceptions.

This is an arcane nature that is difficult for civilization to comprehend, and therefore cannot be replicated or mass-produced; it is a miracle that is unique in the world.

Such miracles are called "magic".

In the early days of civilization, many things were considered magic—for example, the natural phenomenon of thunder was regarded as the might of nature, an unrepeatable mystery, and wizards who possessed the ability to control thunder and lightning by chance were called "magicians".

However, with the development of arcane arts and the opening of the fields of electromagnetism and astronomy, the principle of lightning was thoroughly explained as "a large number of positive and negative charges in the sky gather together to cause a strong discharge".

Its essence was reduced from "magic" to the level of "spells". The principles of arcane magic were fully analyzed, which also gave rise to a huge school of lightning magic. Wizards could freely mass-produce spell models based on the principles.

And now, with the development of arcane arts and civilization—

Even the sun, which was once regarded as the ultimate mystery, has had its internal stellar principles and operating modes elucidated by Char's theory of relativity.

In this day and age, there are very few mysteries that can be called "magic".

However, "magic" still exists.

For example, the ocean of soul and spirit, and the astral plane that exists independently of all material planes.

For example, the realization of fantasy...

For example, the manipulation of "time" and "space".

The high gold elf named Vimers was a genuine mage.

The secret fire in her left pupil is also known as the "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic".

The goddess of magic is not a real deity, but rather a symbolic representation of magic as understood by wizards.

The "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic" that Vemus possesses is the supreme power of all spacetime magic in the known universe.

Therefore, she was able to fight against all the false gods in an infinitely parallel world for many years on her own, becoming a major threat that all the false gods firmly remembered.

Even though the God of War has already stepped one foot onto the throne of true godhood, he would never dare to underestimate magic, which is the most supreme mystery in the multiverse, even though he cannot comprehend it at present.

......

Gazing at the spatial cracks that swallowed the light, the God of War suddenly smiled.

"Actually, we don't need to be so tense."

"Perhaps you don't know—"

"However, in that original dimension, not all of your compatriots actually perished in battle."

Beside the god of war, a dim yellow rift opened, reflecting a scene from another dimension.

It was a vast and beautiful grassland, accompanied by a clear blue sky and white clouds.

Three magnificent towers stand quietly in the heart of the grassland.

One was pitch black, one was true red, and the last one was pure white.

The view slowly zoomed in on that pure white tower.

A group of people dressed in pure white robes were going in and out of the white pagoda, each carrying soft books and occasionally writing or drawing.

The golden spirit, standing silently in the starry sky, watched the ripples of the scene within the dimensional passage.

Soon, the scene shifted slightly, turning to a spacious, pristine white palace.

It was a large round table where eight wizards, dressed in white robes with gold book page patterns painted on their chests and in various poses, were seated. They held large books in their hands, occasionally exchanging a few words, and seemed quite harmonious.

Seemingly sensing some kind of call, one of the wizards turned around.

She was a rather gentle-looking girl with long, light golden hair that fell smoothly over her shoulders. She had long, pointed ears and her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Vimers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Senior Weimers—"

"Or, according to the seniority system of our Golden Elf race, may I address you as former elder?"

The beautiful elven girl performed a standard high elven greeting and spoke in a voice as melodious as heavenly music.

"I am your junior in the Elf Forest—and also belong to the newly established Pure White Tower, now known as 'Instant Annihilation Page Two'."

"It is an honor to inherit your past title and position."

She paused slightly, glancing at the various wizards gathered around the round table behind her.

Among them were kind elderly men with white hair and beards, middle-aged men with an air of scholarly refinement, and women with loving faces, holding babies in their arms...

"As His Majesty the War Lord said—the original Wizarding Towers were not destroyed as you think."

"On the contrary... the gods chose to save us, the remnants of our bloodline, and at the same time, they bestowed upon us a bountiful plane along with all its associated subspaces as a reserve for wizards."

"And our development in this process has not been hindered in any way."

"During the reconstruction of the three towers, wizards from other planes occasionally joined us..."

"The Wizarding Towers are now far more prosperous and peaceful than they were in the beginning, free from external enemies and strife—"

At this point, the girl's words carried a hint of pride and arrogance.

"Only in such an environment can we wizards truly eliminate all external interference—truly devote ourselves wholeheartedly to the study and refinement of arcane arts."

......

The scene within the spatial rift fluctuated continuously, presenting a series of peaceful and serene moments, with wizards reciting books daily and the three towers coexisting amicably.

Finally, the scene returned to the council of eight.

In the starry sky, Vimers gazed at the eight wizards around the round table, her eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.

"Just as this newly born, in his two pages of ephemeral existence, said—"

“What we gods represent... has never been destruction and devastation, but order, the order that maintains peace and stability throughout the multiverse.”

"Therefore, from the very beginning, the gods and the wizards were not two completely opposite or opposing sides."

"However, due to the initial misunderstandings and the unavoidable chain of hatred, everything has become uncontrollable."

The God of War spoke calmly and sincerely.

"This plane is an attempt by us gods to break the cycle of hatred and allow wizards and gods to coexist peacefully."

"Within the newly formed pure white tower, these eight eight-page mages are all descendants of your original homeland, your former companions, friends, and people—"

"In the subsequent planes, we never truly exterminated the wizards. Instead, we brought many of the survivors to this plane and gave them their freedom."

“You control the supreme void magic of the entire multiverse—you can naturally know everything in this plane, and whether what I say is true or false.”

Vimers did not respond to the words of the god of war.

She simply continued to gaze at the dim yellow light screen and spoke softly.

"Then, what do the gods represent to you?"

"Gods?"

The beautiful elf girl was slightly taken aback.

"The gods provided us with the necessary material supplies and magical materials for our plane, allowing us to stay away from the clamor of worldly interests and thus study arcane magic in peace—"

"In exchange, we will provide the gods with the newly discovered arcane and magical technologies."

"Their relationship with us is one of complete equality, where each takes what they need."

"do you know?"

Vimers's words pierced through the void of the cosmic vacuum.

“In the civilized Middle Ages, it wasn’t just women who were called witches.”

“Witch hunting... is a business. Any book about witches will surely sell well, and priests with good hunting results will surely become rich and be revered by all people.”

"I've already burned ten people to death!" "You're nowhere near that, I've already burned 30 people to death!" They joked and compared like that.

"For the common people, burning at the stake was a rare pastime in the countryside... Each time a witch was executed, it was far more lively than the market."

"I have witnessed such scenes hundreds, thousands of times in countless planes and countless civilizations—"

"This isn't about holding a grudge; it's just that under certain circumstances, so-called 'evil' can get out of control... Therefore, as the embodiment of that so-called 'evil,' wizards must be vigilant."

"Senior Weimers, those historical stories are just outdated stuff..."

"Witch hunts and the like are old clichés that have long been swept into the dustbin of the past."

The elven girl frowned.

"Compared to the past, when war raged, every wizard was wanted by the church and the authorities, living in constant fear, and even the materials needed for magical experiments had to be traded anonymously on the black market—"

"In our current peaceful and tranquil environment, far removed from worldly strife, wizards can truly study arcane arts in peace."

"here--"

"A peaceful life in this world is the future of wizards!"