I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 361 Sparks and Gods!

In an instant, the bodies of everyone present began to stretch, twist, and then contract.

Then, like a puppet that had lost its strings, it fell to the ground and turned into a pile of minced meat.

Irving felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly patted the robe he was wearing.

The treasures on the ground also squeezed out fresh blood and blew it out. Then the treasures shattered and squeezed out fleshy tumors.

It was ferocious and terrifying.

After the bloody scene ended, a deathly silence enveloped the place.

The world was quiet until a series of sounds, like water droplets falling to the ground, suddenly rang out.

Irving looked up alertly, and then saw a real person finally emerge from behind the door.

It was a black fog.

Many fragmented pieces of flesh and blood were squeezed out from the mist.

Then a force brought them together.

She floated down silently, hovering in front of Owen. Her curls and eye stalks shifted positions, reassembling into an ellipsoid composed of several pieces—resembling a human head.

Then, after several twists and turns of the head, a stunningly beautiful person finally appeared.

She had long silver hair, emerald green eyes, and distinct features, and wore a magnificent wizard's robe.

At first glance, she resembles those female leaders who hold high positions and have a superior status.

She looks almost exactly like Irving, except for the gender.

"Avada Kedavra—"

Owen raised his wand and flicked out a beam of green light.

The green light entered the figure, but naturally, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Tsk—"

"Don't be offended, you have to give it a try! Otherwise, it'll be too embarrassing to just stand there staring blankly."

Owen, wand in hand, took a step back, spread his hands, and said jokingly.

However, the wariness in his eyes was almost tangible.

The person in front of him showed no change in emotion in the face of Irving's "joke".

It remains as bland as it has always been since time immemorial.

Just like her face doesn't have that function.

She stared at the boy before her with a face identical to Owen's, as if assessing his worth. That merchandise-like gaze was repulsive.

Irving felt his heart pounding, as if something was about to burst forth.

"From beyond the fog, a flame hastily arrives; do you also wish to consume the fuel of God?"

"?"

"Hmm—it seems you're not destined for stardom." A clear sound came from the woman's head, like the ringing of a wind chime.

She stood quietly, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Although she was standing, her posture exuded an indescribable sense of languor.

That complex aura of complete control, superiority, yet tinged with a hint of pity, is quite unique. It's the kind of look that, once seen, is unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Are you Samothrace?" he uttered the name that Chiron had spoken.

This is another riddle-solving man—Irving was furious about it.

Can the Riddler get out of this world?

"And they even hacked my account right in front of me?"

Although his body was already tense to the extreme, Owen's mouth remained as stubborn as ever. He brazenly looked at the woman in front of him, and tsk—he was starting to understand a few of the boys in Hogwarts Castle.

"That's definitely a bit of an exaggeration," Owen said, touching his chin. He didn't look like this in his first year. Back then, his eyes weren't as big, his nose was straight but not very well-shaped, and finally, his face shape—his face used to be very stern. But now—it can only be said that the alienating effects of ancient magic on organisms are indeed very obvious; he looks like he's had a beauty filter applied.

"Ahem—" Owen, who was inexplicably staring at her in a daze, coughed lightly to gather his thoughts. Then, he tilted his head back, returning her gaze with a smug look. "Too bad, it seems you can't leave the Divine Tower! You lured me in to seize my body, didn't you? But if you stole my account, why did you change my gender?"

Owen's mind raced with calculations. If the other party couldn't leave the Divine Tower, then the instability was due to some external force affecting the real world. As long as he could sever that connection, it didn't matter whether she lived or died. He didn't need to fight this mysterious guy!

Hmm—I believe in the wisdom of those who come after!

They can definitely solve these problems!

As he pondered, his eyes quickly darted around.

At that moment, the face of the person in front of him suddenly began to move, and then mechanically made an interesting expression, her lips curling up as she imitated Owen's expression.

"Samothrace? The Supreme Will is not watching this place. It is only the divine essence that is sealed here."

The woman didn't answer all of Irving's questions, then casually remarked, "I am delighted to see you here."

After saying that, the woman suddenly raised her hand.

Then, a strange scene unfolded.

The towering divine tower suddenly vanished from its spot—no—that's not right—it appeared in a flash, abruptly right in front of Owen's eyes.

She was almost lip-to-tooth separated from Irving.

His breath seemed to reach her face.

"I—" Owen quickly stepped back, but the Divine Tower also stepped forward the next second, and the distance between them was just right.

Owen could even see that behind the woman's fair neck, behind her long hair, within the candlelight-lit structure, countless pieces of flesh were writhing.

"The gods' plan, oh—let me think, what was your mother's name—Gabriel." This eerie creature suddenly came to life. Its body language and tone were almost identical to Owen's own.

That flippant look in his eyes, the upturned corners of his mouth revealing a half-smile, the pauses in his words.

Irving was certain that if the monster in front of him changed gender...

Even Miss Granger might not be able to tell the difference.

That night, an unprecedented magic resisted the invasion of the divine essence, and God and you became one.

"Hmm—it's truly amazing. Ambrose's observations have come true. I must admit, Gabriel's magic that night surpassed all other miracles in the world. This is unprecedented; nothing like it has happened in tens of thousands of years."

The monster extended a long, pale finger, seemingly wanting to touch Owen's face.

However, the moment she touched the door, countless golden runes on the Divine Tower suddenly lit up, and a golden curtain stopped her fingers.

"What a pity! What a stroke of luck! Ambrose certainly didn't expect you to come here."

"How about we discuss some terms?" she suddenly said.

Then he stretched out his finger and shook it, "Don't rush to refuse."

Spark, you must understand one fact.

The ultimate victory of the supreme will is an unshakeable, absolute reality. It requires no lies, embellishment, or doubt. Open your eyes.

The demon spoke calmly, her face filled with arrogance. She was simply stating a fact, just as the sun is destined to rise in the east and set in the west.

"However, before the Great Unification, I really want to leave this place. I haven't personally witnessed any aspect of the true nature of God in this world."

Irving frowned, opened his mouth as if to refuse, but swallowed the words back. "What are the conditions?"

He stepped back and said.

This time, the Divine Tower did not come along.

The demon in front of me explained a fact in just a few words: she was a part of the so-called supreme will that was the essence of a god, but she had an independent will.

It's somewhat like Horcruxes; there's no connection between the individual Horcruxes, they are both unified and independent.

In addition, there's the matter of her mother, which is consistent with what Chiron said: her mother activated the ancient protective spell, the magic of love, when he was born, and the magic allowed him to live, while she lost her life due to the intervention of the Outer God.

And there was that man named Ambrose.

Who is he?

How could he observe a future that even the gods could not see?

Suddenly, a whole host of puzzles were before him.

Irving could only hope to get some more information from the monster in front of him.

As for trading—he only likes to trade with people when he is in control.

Someone like this—he'd only agree to it if he were out of his mind.

"Bring someone over for me."

"Bring people?"

"Another Cyclops has been born into the giant tribe," she said slowly. "My kin haven't returned; you must have stopped them."

"I can give up your body; it is a treasure of the supreme will. If I were to acquire it, it wouldn't be a good thing."

In exchange for the Cyclops, I can delay the arrival of Great Unification for you a little while longer—maybe a month, a year, or even longer. Perhaps this time will allow you to find a weapon to kill the Supreme Will, or a successor capable of contending with the gods. Though you will fail… you can still try. I'm giving you a chance. This is far more generous than the Supreme Will.”

"..." Owen's face hardened, his expression turning contemptuous. "Isn't your reward a bit too unrealistic? What's the difference between this and no reward at all?"

Whether it can be delayed or not is up to you. Do you expect me to confirm it?

"Hmm—indeed." The demon pondered for a moment, then spoke, "In that case, I can tell you how to cultivate the World Tree."

Her body suddenly became transparent, and her translucent skin revealed flesh writhing wildly.

Then, she took a step back, as if nourishment was being delivered from the black mist behind her.

After being resupplyed, her form became solid again.

"Cultivating the World Tree?"

"That was the creation of the previous generation of sparks," she said. "Not all sparks are that brave."

This World Tree is the ship he escaped from. When the World Tree truly flourishes, its buds will give birth to a new world, a world strong enough to survive in the void. You can try to cultivate it, and prepare for the worst. If you fail, your friends and family can go to the new world to continue living.

Although their fate will be the same as this world's—it's just a delay in death.

"Really? That sounds really good." Owen looked eager.

This coincides with his safe house plan.

If he could, he truly hoped to give Miss Granger a chance to live.

"None of the previous generations of Spark have ever received such a condition. This may be your only chance in this lifetime."

Before she could finish speaking, Irving interrupted her.

"But I refuse!" Irving's expression changed.

The monster stood in the shadows, while he stood in the light.

Irving would never agree to this condition, firstly because he didn't know what she would bring to the world once she was free.

But thinking about it, this monster in front of her must not have been taught by her mother to do good deeds.

Secondly, is the claim of cultivating the World Tree true or false? Can he distinguish between them?

If it's true, then why was the previous Spark—the successor—used?

This looks like a pie; it's practically oozing with a sense of unreliability.

As expected, the demonic creature that claimed to be part of the divine essence did not show the slightest anger at Owen's refusal.

Her face suddenly stiffened, then returned to a mechanical state as if she had lost her luster.

She lost interest in talking to Irving.

"You are just as Ambrose predicted."

How tragic, from the moment you were born into this world, the loom of your destiny had already woven the final threads of your fate.

"It's time to end this long battle with the supreme will."

"Ambrose wanted it to end, the gods wanted it to end, and I wanted it to end too. It's been too long and boring. There should be new spinning machines to replace the old ones in the future." She seemed to be talking to herself.

As Owen's eyes grew brighter, a strange idea popped into her head.

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"boom!"

The seawater stirred up thousands of waves.

Amidst turbulent waves and a gloomy sky, a ship named "Poseidon" bravely sails forward.

The captain was well aware of the hurricane near the Italian coast.

But just hours earlier, the storms had only been present along the Italian coast.

The dark clouds remained stationary, affecting only an area of ​​fifty nautical miles around. Their ships, sailing from the direction of Greece, encountered little storm.

Some merchant ships even sailed directly through the area, which was then just a tropical storm, and although it was dangerous, nothing unexpected happened.

But who knew—this time, the Poseidon had only just left port when the wind and waves suddenly became enormous.

The raging storm, the apocalyptic scene—he had only ever seen it in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, and in the Mediterranean.

How could such a huge storm have arisen in the Mediterranean?

And it happened so suddenly.

At the bow of the "Poseidon," the captain stared in horror at the deck.

I saw the seawater whipping up waves more than ten meters high, crashing onto the deck.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder echoed through the sky, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the dark night. Then, a gust of wind swept in from the sea, instantly making the ship rock violently.

The situation was getting worse; the waves had surged over the deck and water was beginning to pour into the cabins.

"My God! What is that?"

The huge waves crashed against the ship, making a loud rumbling sound.

Suddenly, it was as if they had seen hell.

The end of the world.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the distance.

The entire seawater was pouring in.

Their ship had no chance to resist and was dragged directly into the whirlpool.

vortex?

Did they run into a hurricane in eastern Italy?

But—how could this be? He was clearly heading towards Greece, and his instruments and communications were all working properly. How did the ship end up here?

"boom!"

Before they could think, the seawater surged up instantly, and they could only watch helplessly as their boat slowly sank in the raging waves.

"puff!"

Something fell into the sea; it could be a person or an object.

The ship sank slowly and heavily into the sea, as if mourning the lives lost. Seawater rushed into the cabin, taking everything that could be taken away, leaving only cold metal and the cries of people drowning in the water.

"Help--"

Before the wailing could even begin, it was interrupted by a wave.

Some of the lucky ones were still struggling, trying to grab anything that might save their lives. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and they waved their arms helplessly.

There wasn't even time to lower the life capsule; the seawater was too strong.

The hull of the large ship was quickly disintegrated and silenced, let alone the small life pods.

Soon, the cries of the hundreds of people on the cargo ship were swallowed up by the sea.

The vortex transformed into a gigantic meat grinder, crushing all flesh and soul, which then gathered and slowly flowed into the depths of the sea.

They entered that silent maw.

"boom!!!"

Another loud bang.

The seawater is boiling.

Lightning and storm danced together, and dark clouds instantly blocked out the only sunlight. The sea surged outward, and a small island rose from the center of the whirlpool.

And just now, those Muggles who fell into the sea became the island's "nourishment," making it even more "vibrant."

"Origin - Earth Flame!!!"

Amidst the thunderous roar.

Tragic was the sound of someone's shrill roar.

The molten lava seeped deep into the rocks of the island.

Suddenly, large sections of rock were torn open by the high temperature, and then dark red lava emerged from beneath.

But—that's where it ends.

The lava eruption that Irving predicted did not occur.

The injured 'island' oozed out many granulation tissues, which intertwined and combined to repair the damage he had just caused.

This island—is alive!

Irving was taken aback.

Then, without thinking, he turned around and ran.

He realized that the entire island was under the control of that monster; it was her home turf, and it would be incredibly foolish for him to fight her.

Fortunately, the monster didn't restrict him too much; she seemed to be busy controlling the island's ascent.

That's why Irving was able to leave the island so easily.

He broke free from the shackles of the sea.

They came to the surface of the water.

"Multiple freezes!!!"

Irving used a spell to create an Iceland on the water's surface.

Behind him, the island had completely emerged from the water.

Irving stood on the island, panting heavily.

The torrential rain, as if someone were splashing water from the sky, drenched him haphazardly. The heavy raindrops pounded on his body, even causing some pain.

The sea breeze howled.

Besides the sound of surging waves, there was also the constant flashing of lightning in the sky.

The vortex was receding—Irving noticed this with shock.

The vortex is retreating—how is that possible?

What kind of force could stir up such a massive amount of seawater?

Irving didn't understand, and he didn't have time to understand.

Because a dazzling golden light was shooting into the sky from the sea behind him.

It sounded like fireworks exploding in the air.

Firefly-like specks of light fell.

It was sprinkled into the surrounding sea.

Others may not understand, but he saw it clearly.

Those golden things were actually countless ancient runes, magical scripts intertwined to form a golden curtain.

Radiant and dazzling—filled with a certain divinity.

"call!"

Before he could catch his breath, Irving took a step forward, his feet treading on the shimmering blue and white ice crystals. With each step, ice formed, like a petrel in a storm, charging headlong across the sea.

But no matter how fast you run, how can a person's speed compare to that of light?

He quickly crashed headfirst into the light screen.

"Damn it—how come there's an invisible wall?!"

He kicked the light.

Every little bit helps.

Given time, Irving could decipher those runes from his travels.

But now—he has drawn the BOSS's aggro.

There's no time for decryption.

"boom!"

Another series of booming sounds came from behind him.

It was as if the sea was angry, and he silently turned around.

Then they saw the divinely inspired tower, glowing with a pale gold light, swaying on a dark sea.

As for that little island—the island that grew arms and legs—Irving really didn't know what to call it.

It can only be described as being like a Titan.

Arms like mountain ridges, body like mountain ridges.

The body of the ravine was covered with seawater, which was falling.

A head, covered in seaweed and seawater, with a golden crown inlaid with a huge gemstone emitting a cool light.

His figure, as imposing as a mountain, was filled with an ancient aura. His stature was so great that it seemed he could touch the stars.

The giant's entire body was covered in hard rock, as if he were not a living being at all, but a moving mountain. His skin was grayish-black, and his face was solemn and mysterious, as if carved by a knife and axe. He had no eyes; where eyes should have been, there were only two holes.

There was also a hole in his forehead.

The giant's hands were large and powerful, each finger like a massive stone pillar. Emerging from the seabed, he forcefully braced his hands on the surface, as if demonstrating his unparalleled strength. Supported by him, the seawater calmed, forming a vast, tranquil circular area resembling a lake.

Irving didn't know exactly how tall he was.

The seawater only reached its belly.

"This is--"

Giant King?

But how could it be so huge!

Legend has it that the Giant King was the most powerful warrior among the giants, but no matter how powerful he was, his height would not exceed fifty feet.

Definitely.

And the giant before him, five hundred feet (152.4 meters) tall, was the envy of Irving.

Because if he could stand in the seawater and expose his body.

The altitude is already over 500 feet, and the sea depth here is about 500 feet.

No, no, no—Irving shook his head.

That's an exaggeration. If a giant can still stick out half its body at 500 feet, doesn't that mean it's over 1,000 feet tall?

Thus—he preferred to believe that the giant had a pair of mermaid legs, was simply floating on the surface of the water, and was vigorously paddling his lower body!

"roar!!!"

A roar from the primordial era shook apart the dark clouds.

For a fleeting moment, sunlight streamed in.

But it was soon covered by dark clouds again due to the cyclone.

The roar, like a death knell for the end of the world, interrupted the downpour for a second.

However—because Irving had cast the Eyes-Binding and Hearing-Blocking Spell beforehand, he wasn't blown to bits.

"Why are you shouting so loudly, you mud monkey!"

"There are no US military aircraft here!"

(End of this chapter)