Full-Time Magister: The Light-type Disaster Was Actually a Seraph

Bocheng, train station.

With a slight mechanical braking sound, the train came to a smooth stop at the platform. The moment the doors opened, the oppressive atmosphere was broken, and a bustling crowd, accompanied by the rolling of suitcases, surged out of the platform.

After most of the noisy crowd had dispersed, a black-haired boy slowly walked out.

He appeared calm and collected, with his hands in his pockets, standing out somewhat from the hurried travelers around him.

"I do not understand."

Just as Luo Xiao stepped out of the turnstile, a clear, cold, and somewhat authoritative voice suddenly rang out in the depths of his mind, its tone filled with deep disappointment and frustration.

"Why did you travel thousands of miles to this remote town? Your primary task now is to control the restless power within you, not to come here for a vacation like an ordinary person."

Luo Xiao didn't stop walking, but his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as he coldly replied in his heart, "My affairs are none of your business. Besides, you talk too much nonsense and it's bothering my ears."

"you--"

The voice was clearly choked up, and after a pause, it continued, "I'm doing this for your own good. You have an angelic soul and are destined to become an archangel."

"I told you, shut up," Luo Xiao thought to himself.

In his mental world, a dazzling light and shadow are suspended within it.

The light and shadow emitted a soft, holy glow, and the outline of the sixteen wings was faintly visible. Each wing seemed to be woven from solidified moonlight, with a faint golden shimmer at the edges.

That was the angelic soul residing within him, a being that should theoretically be sacred, solemn, and transcendent.

At this moment, the ball of light and shadow was trembling slightly, clearly quite angered by Luo Xiao's attitude.

Just as the angelic soul was about to continue its incessant chatter, Luo Xiao ruthlessly severed the sensory connection, leaving only a cold snort echoing in the air.

"I'm so annoyed. Nobody told me that the angel soul embryo was also a chatterbox." Luo Xiao couldn't help but complain to himself as he walked out.

Being a chatterbox is one thing, but this angelic soul actually thinks he shouldn't live like an ordinary person.

It also repeatedly instilled in him that set of theories: he should have the majesty and dignity of an angel, and should not stay with mortals. Mortal emotions and mortal life would only become a hindrance on his path of cultivation.

Damn, these are reactionaries!

If someone keeps brainwashing you with this angel soul embryo thing, making you a god who is high above and rules over all living beings, how good can the angels of the Holy City be?

No wonder the ten major organizations in the original story didn't obey the Holy City's orders. Anyone who was treated so condescendingly would be a fool to obey orders!

Luo Xiao sighed. He walked through the exit passage, looked up at the sky over Bo City. It was gray and not very clear, and the air carried a dampness typical of the South.

The buildings on both sides of the street are not new, but they are not dilapidated either. The whole town looks like an ordinary small town.

This is Bocheng.

It's an unremarkable little town in the south, as ordinary as can be.

If he hadn't known what would happen here a month later, he probably would never have set foot in this place in his entire life.

After checking into a nearby budget hotel, Luo Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

Seventeen years have passed since he transmigrated to the world of Full-Time Magister.

Seventeen years is neither a long nor a short time; it's enough for an infant to grow into a teenager, and enough for him to figure out what kind of hand he's in.

Although he didn't have a system by his side during his transmigration, he possessed a cheat code that was no less powerful than a system.

At this moment, three clusters of light and shadow slowly emerged in his spiritual world, radiating brilliant light that illuminated his vast and boundless spiritual realm.

The first cluster of light and shadow was a magnificent golden galaxy, which stood majestically at the very center like an emperor, radiating a dazzling and splendid light.

Inside the galaxy, three hundred and forty-three points of light move erratically, sometimes converging and sometimes dispersing, each movement creating a faint golden ripple.

This is his first cheat code—the Light-type talent, the innate soul seed, which can also be called the Light-type victim.

The victims possessed the most powerful magical talent in the world.

Each victim was a chosen successor of some power, born with an affinity for that power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

With this talent, he is the most talented mage in the field of light magic, without exception. As long as he lives, he is guaranteed to be a forbidden magician at the very least.

The second light and shadow is a Qilin doll perched within the Milky Way. It is only the size of a palm and has a warm, jade-like luster. Its features are blurred, but its outline can be vaguely seen to resemble the mythical Qilin.

This is his companion totem vessel—a Qilin vessel.

The third light and shadow is the sixteen-winged archangel soul embryo outside the galaxy. It floats on the edge of the galaxy, maintaining a subtle distance from it, both independent and subtly echoing each other.

The wings formed from condensed light fluttered slowly, each flutter scattering fine golden shards that fell into the Milky Way, creating tiny ripples.

All three of his cheat codes were related to light, and Luo Xiao didn't know the specific reason. It might be related to the fact that he stopped watching Ultraman Tiga after he grew up in his previous life.

"There's still a month until the college entrance exam, and the disaster in Bocheng hasn't broken out that quickly yet..." Luo Xiao muttered to himself, recalling the timeline of the original story.

In the original story, the disaster in Bo City occurred a few days before the college entrance examination. The Black Vatican used the Rain of Violence to put all the demons near Bo City into a berserk state and collectively attack Bo City.

That disaster nearly destroyed the city, killing countless ordinary people. It was only after that the protagonist, Mo Fan, truly embarked on the path to becoming stronger.

His purpose in coming to Bo City was actually very simple: to become stronger.

He had read the original novel and knew the plot development of this world.

A key plot point involves the Black Church members, led by the high-level mage Wu Ku, using a storm of fury to drive all the demons near Bo City into a berserk state, attacking Bo City and ultimately destroying it.

Of course, the Black Vatican's goal was not to destroy Bo City itself, but to obtain the sacred spring in Bo City, and incidentally to conduct a rehearsal experiment about the future catastrophe of the ancient capital.

But none of this concerns Luo Xiao. What he needs to do is wait for that day to come, use absolute force to slap those members of the Black Vatican to death, and then reap the blessings of the people.

Why is the power of will necessary?

This relates to his third golden finger—the angel soul embryo.

The limit of an angel soul embryo is sixteen wings, which is theoretically enough to bear the terrifying power of a forbidden spell. However, this power is not innate, but needs to be fully exerted through cultivation.

There are many methods of cultivation. One can gradually refine and comprehend the process, or one can utilize the power of the people's wishes to accelerate growth.

The power of will is a very mysterious force. It is different from faith or offerings, but rather originates from the heartfelt gratitude and reliance of the people.

When someone sincerely thanks you and trusts you, that invisible power resonates with the angelic soul, thereby unleashing even greater power.

The gratitude of a city is enough to propel his angelic soul forward by leaps and bounds.

Besides absorbing the willpower of the people of Bocheng, he had another target—Wu Ku.

Wu Ku is not only a high-level mage of the Black Vatican, but also a "victim" like him, possessing a natural water-type soul seed.

He planned to kill Wu Ku and then use the Qilin vessel to seize the water-based calamity power within the man's body.

The power of suffering is a natural force existing in the world, and like the soul of an angel, it automatically seeks out a host.

When the host dies, this power will not disappear, but will drift between heaven and earth, waiting for the next host to appear.

This new host can be human or demon. Under normal circumstances, this power cannot be plundered; it can only wait for itself to choose a master.

Just as the power of light chose Luo Xiao and the power of water chose Wu Ku, it was a natural fate.

But he possessed a Qilin vessel.

The Qilin vessel possesses a little-known ability: it can forcibly retain the power of death that has lost its host.

Even if he himself cannot use the power of water-based disasters, he can still use it to forge top-tier magical tools.

This power, condensed from the creation of heaven and earth, is enough to give the wearer extremely strong defensive capabilities, even if it is only used to forge a single piece of armor.

This power must not be left to Wu Ku of the Black Vatican.