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

This is precisely why the Bone Demon's spirit knows far more clearly what just happened than the residents of Aurora City—

The black-haired, black-eyed mage before me.

Use forbidden spells—

It killed the last remaining half of the God of Blazing Sun and Truth.

It's not about stealing divine power, nor is it about letting it backfire on itself.

Instead, it relied on a forbidden spell constructed from the most ordinary magic to truly defeat an existence comparable to a true god.

The bone demon's illusory face was twisted abnormally, as if it were crying, or as if it were laughing.

"Teacher...you've chosen the right path..."

"Magic has never truly been defeated."

.......

Beside the bone demon's undead soul, Charles was also gazing into the distance.

However, his expression was far less agitated than that of the departed souls around him.

Every forbidden spell used by the Charr was the product of thousands of virtual or real-world verifications.

The successful release is nothing more than an expected and logical outcome.

What he was more concerned with were actually the fragments of authority that arose after the death of the fallen sun god.

Those unclaimed powers originated from the body of the fallen sun god and have long been distorted and corrupted.

If it is allowed to continue, then calamities such as the Calamity of No Light and the Twilight Tide will not end.

Therefore, Charles didn't think much of it and simply shattered it.

However, before he shattered the fragments of authority, the broken authority was clearly being drawn by other external forces...

"Is the source of that pull located deep within the astral plane...?"

Charles shook his head slightly, not dwelling on it too much.

He had collected many secrets of this world, and in his heart, Xia Er already had some guesses.

What he needs to do in the future is to validate these ideas.

Charles took a step and slowly walked out of the pure white tower.

"What are you planning to do next?"

The body had faded considerably, and the ghost, now barely recognizable, spoke with some confusion.

"of course......"

"For the Tower of Pure White, and the former Three Wizard Towers."

"For the once-glorious wizarding civilization of this world..."

"Seeing them off."

Ciel gazed at the entrance to the Pure White Tower—

The stone tablet erected by the Church of the Sun and Truth wore a mocking smile.

"We wizards...walk among the stars."

"Even if I have nothing, I am still incredibly free."

"Even the highest gods have no right to erect a monument for us."

In his eyes, a mysterious rune was slowly rotating.

The sixth-circle spell, "Crushing Spell".

It was clearly just a "Crushing Curse" in the middle realm.

In an instant, the stone tablet, which had been protected by divine power and remained undamaged even after two thousand years, was reduced to dust and vanished into thin air.

"Those who have the authority to see a wizard off..."

"It's just us wizards."

Charles's gaze fell upon the dark sky above.

Then--

He spoke softly.

“Vimers—”

“Vimers—”

Charles paused slightly and repeated the name for the third time.

"Wimers".

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In the multiverse, the infinitely continuous and stacked dimensions, planes, and planes contain countless rules and principles.

Some of them are well-known.

For example--

"The entropy of an isolated system will never decrease," "The speed of light is insurmountable," "Biological DNA has a double helix structure"...

For example, vampires have a fear of sunlight, and dragons are fond of kidnapping princesses and collecting glittering gold coins...

For example, slimes have a special attack against female knights' metal armor; historically, spearmen have never had much luck...

They have existed eternally since the birth of this plane, forming the foundation of the world's existence.

For the vast majority of extraordinary individuals below the legendary level—

Magical spells, or even extraordinary abilities, are essentially products of studying and utilizing rules.

but--

There are always exceptions to everything.

Even rules that should be eternal can be altered or even controlled by mortals.

One of them was Vimer, the Black Tower Master and Charles's teacher.

The rules she controls are—

If a person mentions her real name three times in a row.

Then ignore the planes and the barriers of dimensions.

She will hear the first three sentences and the last three sentences of what this person says.

"teacher......"

Charles opened his mouth slightly, and then, ancient Elvish language, like musical notes, flowed from his lips.

As a legendary mage, even if he seems a bit unconventional on a daily basis.

However, Sharl was completely proficient in subjects like the languages ​​of other races, which were essential for Black Tower wizards.

Accompanied by Charles's words.

The bone demon's soul gaped open.

To the average person, the world containing this broken Tower of Babel appears normal, as if nothing has happened.

But, at this moment——

In the eyes of the deceased, a once legendary mage, this space was already filled with spatial fluctuations.

Then--

Within a very short period of time.

Spatial fluctuations transformed into sharp cracks, eventually converging into a colorless and formless spatial storm that was difficult for ordinary people to observe, yet majestic and enormous.

next moment.

Glistening streaks appeared in the pitch-black night sky.

Followed by.

The sky shattered.

First, there were high heels made of crystal.

Then came the jet-black gothic gown and the crown made of a dark red rare metal that adorned her snow-white neck.

The golden elf, with only one eye open, stood in the night sky, looking down at the broken, pure white Tower of Babel. Memories and longing flowed in its beautiful, bright golden eyes.

"Awaited."

“My name is Vimers Zegin, the Lord of the Dark Tower.”

“Spanning seven planes, it came from the ends of the multiverse.”