My magic panel is too numerical.

In a dark room in Castile.

The elderly man lay flat on the bed, wearing a helmet with countless wires attached to his head. His expression shifted between anger and a playful smile, as if something amusing had happened.

He's playing a cat-and-mouse game, and he finds it incredibly fun and enjoys it immensely!

Watching the mice hide and dodge is really hilarious.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and his whole body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted, letting out a miserable howl in a hoarse, aged voice.

"Sever the connection! Quickly!" The female assistant beside her flashed with astonishment, then immediately ordered, "Medical team! It's a soul trauma! First aid! First aid!"

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"This is... the magic I cast?"

I wiped the water off my face; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or rain.

Pharos stared blankly at the dark flames shimmering with gold threads, and the system panel that had just popped up.

So the flames of "Spirit" represent black; no wonder Miss Serena was the first to rush to save me.

Because her "spirit" is also very high, she has already noticed the abnormality.

The black flames heated the steel until it glowed red, but Pharos could not feel the heat of the flames at all.

He suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if the past two weeks of time travel had been a dream.

"This is the flame from the 'spirit' that you receive; it's normal that you can't feel the heat," Miss Raven explained.

Although the flame had no heat, the sheet metal was indeed heated into a branding iron, and it took Pharos a great deal of effort to remove the "Raven".

Immediately, a piece of emerald green crystal fell from the protrusion on the mechanical scorpion's back.

"What is this?" Pharos asked.

"The crystals of monsters can be used to craft holy swords, mechanical cores, and even fuel for internal combustion engines."

Transmission, control, and kinetic energy—a unified whole.

Pharos only regrets not being a science student; with this, building Gundam and Iron Man wouldn't be a dream come true.

If this thing were brought to Earth, you might have won the Nobel Prize that year... no, you might even have a separate award named after you.

The surrounding noise subsided, and all he could hear was the sound of rain falling. He twitched his ears slightly and heard the sounds of horses' hooves, car exhaust, and people's chatter coming from all directions.

Many white-robed priests and fully armed mounted police rushed over.

"Isn't it a bit slow to arrive?" Pharos twitched his lips.

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Because of the rain, Christina didn't ride the fancy airship this time, but instead rode in a car.

Accompanying her was a visibly anxious-looking Vina.

"What are those mechanical mages up to, don't you think, Miss Chris?" Venere complained irritably.

Not long ago, news suddenly came from the church in Castile.

An unmanned mechanical scorpion suddenly went berserk and crossed the border into "Bedelgreen" in the eastern district of Dawn Town.

The crowd had already been evacuated.

But suddenly a blonde woman wearing a hood reported that a young man had wandered into the area where the mechanical scorpions were out of control.

It turned out that it was the detective's assistant named Pharos Hastings, and Wiener happened to be there at the time.

Upon hearing this, she immediately became anxious and grabbed Christina, rushing over there.

This is an important talent that the Church values ​​highly; Bishop Byron is trying to recruit him, so we can't afford to lose him here.

Christina was even more pessimistic, because the destruction around her was so severe that a student who had just changed jobs would have a very hard time surviving.

As the vehicle approached the ruins, Christina and her group first saw flames burning in the distance, and then saw rubble everywhere.

They couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in their hearts; they were too late.

Because the incident occurred in Bedell Green, the police officers and priests didn't take it seriously.

It's a slum, so what if it's destroyed? How much damage can it cause?

As a result of this delay, the best time for rescue was missed.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the ruins.

He was soaking wet, wearing a white shirt and black vest, and holding a long sword in his hand.

Viña immediately recognized Pharos and, disregarding formalities, jumped out of the carriage, lifting the hem of his white robe.

Christina and a group of priests followed closely behind, holding umbrellas.

"Mr...Mr. Faros?" Venere rushed over. "Are you alright? Are you okay?!"

Looking at that slender, pure white figure, Pharos seemed to see salvation.

Vena was still wearing her fitted priest's robe, which was slit in the front and back, revealing her long, fair, and delicate legs as she ran.

She charged straight at them, carrying a slender sword that gleamed with golden light.

"Phew... I'm alright!" Pharos gasped for breath, forcing a smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Venus, Miss Christina..."

Vena breathed a sigh of relief, lifted her skirt, and sheathed her sword. A flash of white appeared and disappeared.

"What about the mechanical scorpion?" Christina asked.

Since Pharos is unharmed, it means that the mechanical scorpion has either moved to a different target or run out of power.

She looked around and found no mechanical noise; instead, it was unusually quiet.

"Oh, that's no big deal, it's over there." Pharos pointed behind him.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at him warily.

But what I saw was a charred lump of iron, with a wisp of residual black fire burning quietly, occasionally emitting sparks.

Before anyone could react, the young man said, "I killed him."

Wait... what did he say?

Killed them?

Viner stared at the young man in disbelief, and Christina was also taken aback.

"Has a master made a move? That Bishop Byron? Or one of the other priests and deacons of Castile?" a priest nearby interjected.

No one would believe that a student could take down the empire's war machine.

Pharos did not explain.

There's no need for explanation, because there's no one else here.

But then Christina's eyes narrowed... Wait... What did she see? Wasn't that a "Raven"?

Isn't this his brother's "Holy Sword"?

"You've already...learned magic?" Her beautiful, pale, and aloof face revealed an expression of disbelief.

"What? Didn't you just change jobs yesterday? How come you've already learned magic today?" Vena was even more shocked.

This little guy became the "Holy Sword Wielder" under her guidance, and she knew perfectly well that Pharos was just an ordinary person yesterday.

Magic? What kind of talent could allow someone to learn to use magic in a single day?

Wiener stared at the young man before him, his eyes wide, as if he were a clay sculpture.

In terms of talent, she was among the top in Moonshadow City when she was a child, but on her first day of learning magic, she could only produce a few sparks.

Those who can unleash offensive power immediately after learning magic are geniuses among geniuses.

In Vina Edwards' knowledge, there are only two such people in the entire Moon Shadow City, one of whom defeated "The Proxy" Christina at the age of 16.

Is Mr. Pharos truly, as Bishop Byron said, a genius one in a million? Is he the future of the Church?

A sudden surge of passion and restlessness ignited within her, like a deer's heart pounding wildly.