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

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However, since it was His Majesty Charles's request, Aurora City chose to comply meticulously.

"In that case, let's take a gamble."

"Anyway——"

“From the very beginning, we had nothing left to lose.”

Chapter 54 The Blasphemous Trojan Horse 7k

Inside the broken Tower of Babel.

The phantom spirits of the dead gazed upon Ciel.

His form was sometimes solid and sometimes illusory, and his spiritual fluctuations were constantly rising and falling.

"Calm down—"

"Given the current state of your broken soul, you are no longer able to withstand such emotional highs and lows."

Charles frowned slightly and spoke.

The next moment, a clear green light shone.

The fluctuating mental state of the departed soul subsided in an instant.

"Calm your mind..."

"A third-ring spell can actually affect someone of legendary rank like me..."

The departed soul was startled.

But soon, he found that his "shock" had just risen and quickly dissipated in the sage mode brought about by the green light.

What a terrifying guy...

The departed soul gave a bitter laugh to itself.

However, regardless of the circumstances—

The casting of this third-circle spell proves that the opponent is undoubtedly a legitimate wizard, and not a disguised enemy.

"Well then, if you don't mind, please listen..."

"The story of a wizard who has lost his home and wandered the world for a thousand years, driven by hatred..."

.......

The beginning of everything was as unremarkable as the beginning of any story told by a bard.

A young boy who ran away from home and ventured across the continent as an adventurer accidentally came into contact with the knowledge of magic and arcane arts, and became a wizard apprentice.

His magical talent quickly came to the fore.

After several twists and turns, and through his own efforts, he was accepted as a disciple by the master of the Pure White Tower, one of the three towers that is sacred in the hearts of all wizards.

His exceptional arcane talent, diligent nature, the guidance of a legendary teacher, and the protection of the Tower of Pure White.

If everything continues to develop naturally—

Then perhaps in his fifties or sixties, he could also step into the realm of legend and leave his own indelible mark on the history of arcane magic.

And perhaps—the innocent feelings between the senior and junior disciples that began in the White Pagoda—will one day blossom and bear fruit.

if......

Without the "witch hunt".

That holy war, which swept across the entire continent and lasted for hundreds of years...

Those naive and innocent fantasies, and that once-reachable stable future...

They were all annihilated in the blazing sun and the holy flames of the God of Truth.

"My teacher..."

"The last master of the White Tower was a being who had reached the pinnacle of life magic, and was once condemned by the Church of Abundance and the Earth Mother Goddess as having blasphemed the divine realm..."

"That day."

"He single-handedly withstood the descent of the Sun God and the God of Truth, and severely injured the descent of the God's body."

"And that is why, in the great purge that followed, those witch-hunting forces that had lost divine favor were also targeted."

"No evidence was found that the individual was critically injured or near death in the previous battle—"

"But my teacher used his last bit of magic to transform me into the undead Bone Demon, and I hid in the subspace."

.......

"Following the teacher's final instructions."

"He hoped that I could live in anonymity to avoid the Church of the Gods' hunting and live a simple life, while passing on the knowledge of the White Tower."

"But, despite always being the most obedient, I disappointed my teacher..."

"That's the place that holds all my memories, my entire life!"

"It's all ruined like this... How can I possibly forget the hatred and start a new life as if nothing happened!"

"From the moment I transformed into a bone demon, I made a vow..."

"My life is dedicated to dragging that lofty sun god into the abyss."

The illusory spirits calmly narrated their story.

However, the emotions contained in his words could not be completely eliminated even by Ciel's "calmness of mind".

And Ciel listened quietly.

"I was struck by the divine descent in the White Tower. In the subspace on the verge of collapse, I spent decades adapting to my dead body and this broken world without the magic network."

"Then, I spent nearly a hundred years traveling the continent, searching for clues in various ancient ruins, and starting from scratch to learn the spells of the necromancy school, which had been strictly sealed off in the past—"

"Then, the last of the three wizarding towers was destroyed... thirty years after the witch hunt ended—"

"I have finally advanced to the legendary level as a lich."

"It became the first immortal four pages since the founding of the White Tower."

In a world without the magic network, he controls a completely unfamiliar body... searching for clues about the Necromancer school from countless destroyed ancient books.

Then, step by step, you ascend to legend.

What an astonishing achievement!

However, there was not a trace of smugness in the words of the dead.

"But even if I become a legend, it doesn't really mean anything."

"After completing the witch hunt, the Church of the True God completely controlled the entire continent, and almost all the inhabitants of the continent were shallow believers of the gods."

"As a legendary necromancer, I might be able to shake the Church's rule in a village, a town, a city, or a dominion—"

"But once exposed, all that awaits me is inevitable destruction."

"After all, in the bright world favored by the gods, the stories most beloved by bards are those of the most cherished."

“The young heroes chosen by the church, blessed by the bishop, wield the holy sword and purify the undead creatures and necromancers huddled in the dark caves.”

"Even if the young heroes stumble."

"And with that comes the legendary chosen ones in the church... and the divine intervention when necessary."

All I can do is patiently wait—

"And, day after day of research, hoping to discover the flaws in the true God..."

The departed soul gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"This is undoubtedly a foolish and reckless attempt. Throughout history, countless legendary mages of the Three Towers have made countless efforts to desecrate the divine realm, but most of them have only returned empty-handed."

Fortunately...

"As an undead race—the lich... the one thing I have in abundance is time."

"Even more encouraging is..."

The ghost paused slightly in its speech.

"I won the bet."

.......

The spirit of the dead flickered and resonated with Xiaer's spiritual ocean.

Soon, a stream of information was transmitted into Xia's mental ocean.

Charles closed his eyes and deciphered the arcane model contained within that stream of information.

After a moment, Charles nodded.

He offered his sincere praise: "A remarkable idea."

"That's right!"