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

"This is what is known as the twilight tide."

A complex light flashed in Aize's pupils.

There was both panic and fear, as well as intense hatred and hostility.

"In the early stages of the Calamity of No Light, the kingdom, under the leadership of several legends, established a defensive line with the capital city as the core and several large cities as barriers. Within this line, the most basic order was maintained."

"During that period, although we were fearful, scared, and anxious, we never lost hope."

"Countless scholars have been working day and night to research and analyze, trying to find the truth behind the disaster of darkness and to restore everything to what it was before."

"However, all this effort, all this struggle, all this hope and aspiration—"

"It all seemed like a fragile, dreamlike bubble that could burst at the slightest touch—"

"It was mercilessly shattered before the rolling tide of dusk."

A flash of pain appeared in Aize's eyes and then disappeared.

From the moment the first node of the defensive perimeter was swallowed by the twilight tide, everything was already beyond repair.

The previously stable supply and communication channels were cut off, and the major cities that had been helping each other were forced to fight their own battles.

Then--

The fall of the capital meant that all the remaining legends on the continent perished in that battle.

In just six months, the order of the entire kingdom was completely broken.

Only isolated islands remain, lonely in the dark ocean, waiting for the moment they will be swallowed up.

"The arrival of the twilight tide is often preceded by signs such as an increase in the number of wandering twilight creatures—"

"And if the omens are correct, then Aurora City's time is probably running out."

"It can take anywhere from two or three weeks to as long as two or three months."

The old man's words were calm, yet they carried a resolute determination to die.

Throughout his long life, he had been a refugee who had witnessed city after city fall into the waves of darkness.

And now-

He was starting to feel reluctant to run away anymore.

"Two or three weeks?"

Charles uttered a silent soliloquy.

In pursuit of speed, what Xia Er has descended into this secondary dimension at this moment is merely a projection of himself condensed using his mental power.

Even with Char's immense spiritual power as his support, he can still activate forbidden spells directly using arcane rules without relying on the broken magic network here, so his overall combat power will not decline too much.

However, compared to his physical presence, there are still some differences.

For example, forbidden spells like "Divine Retribution: Sword of Damocles," which require a scabbard to be installed in near-Earth orbit beforehand, cannot be used in this sub-dimension.

Of course, by the time his true form arrives here after several years of dimensional travel, it will be too late.

And given the power that Ciel's current mental projection can exert—

Defeating or repelling the twilight tide once or twice is naturally a piece of cake.

However, Charles had already understood this from their previous conversation.

To the world, merely defeating one or two twilight tides is meaningless.

If the problem cannot be solved at its root.

Then perhaps in a few months, or perhaps a few years, the Twilight Creatures will inevitably make a comeback.

"In that case——"

"That leaves only that one option."

Charles tapped the table with his long, slender fingers, producing a dull, thumping sound.

"I don't know either—"

"Then in my past world, it was the ultimate weapon that people feared like tigers and wolves, and described with all sorts of vicious words."

"In this world—"

"Could I become that ray of light that illuminates the long, dark night?"

Western Continent.

The Black Tower headquarters is located in the Arcane City.

The top floor of the pitch-black tower.

That vast library, the largest in the entire western continent, containing endless knowledge enough to drive every wizard mad.

Kilan, with his white hair and beard, reclined on his bamboo chair, comfortably brewing himself a pot of tea.

Previously, as the representative of the Black Tower, he had gone to great lengths to meet with guests from all sides in the capital of Aran on behalf of his two irresponsible tower masters.

Now that things in the capital have come to an end, Kieran is finally free again.

He brewed himself a cup of tea, then turned and went into the Great Library, where he took out several tomes of high-level spells.

"Sassarophi. Ten Times Gravity"

"Celestial Obstacle Star"

"Soradite Meteor Shower"

Kieran took a sip of tea and opened the spellbooks.

As a legendary mage, the pursuit of powerful forbidden spells seems to be innate.

Although Ciel's "Divine Punishment: Sword of Damocles" requires too much mental strength, forcibly imitating it is too risky.

However, even if it is just imitating its principle to create a forbidden-level offensive spell, that would be enough.

It's just throwing rocks down from a great height.

It's like everyone can do the same thing—

Big deal.

It's simply a matter of lowering the level of forbidden spells from "against mythical creatures" to "against armies".

"Since that stingy Charles keeps all the good stuff hidden away, then I'll just make my own..."

Kieran's rant was cut short before he could finish.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that familiar figure with black hair and black eyes walk straight into the large library.

"Are they researching forbidden spells?"

Charles's gaze swept over the spellbooks in Kieran's hands, and he immediately guessed Kieran's purpose.

“If you really want to study it, I can lend you the original spellbook of the Sword of Damocles for reference. There’s no need to mess around with these fakes.”

"No need."

"Also, you're overthinking it. I'm just here organizing the spellbooks in the Great Library because I have nothing better to do."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with the Sword of Damocles you mentioned."

Kieran naturally denied it outright.

As an elder of the Black Tower, it was already shameful enough that he secretly studied the forbidden spells of his juniors.

Even if caught red-handed right now, of course, one should never admit it, no matter what.

"what ever."

Charles waved his hand casually.

Although Vimers is the Lord of the Black Tower, she mostly adopts a hands-off approach towards Sharl, offering only some guidance on arcane concepts and not providing any substantial assistance.

Therefore, before Shire became a legend, whenever he encountered any problems on his wizarding path, he would basically have no choice but to run to the Black Tower Library.

Over time, he also became quite familiar with Kieran, who was the librarian of the Grand Library.

Before Sharl had truly matured, he would often consult Kieran about arcane matters.

Although asking for advice sometimes turned into arguments or even physical fights, they still had a deep friendship.

So, Charles chose to give Kieran face and didn't dwell on the previous topic, but instead changed the subject.

"How are the plans for building a wide area communication network going?"

This is an arcane project that Shar has been researching for several years.

After several months of deduction and refinement in the ocean of consciousness, the arcane model is now fully mature.

As long as the supporting facilities in the material plane are developed accordingly, it can already enter the stage of practical use.

However, in the past few days, Xia Er's attention was first diverted by the belated arrival of the "soft rice system," and he went to the capital of Alan to complete a mission.

Later, they focused their efforts on the newly discovered Ironmoon Cult.