Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 425 Becoming a Tyrant

"His Majesty has been having nightmares lately," said Lady Jaga. "She says she's entering another person's life in her dreams."

"Dreams are an extension of the spirit world. Sometimes she goes too deep into her dreams and falls into a coma for a while."

Mrs. Jaga looked at Sophia on the bed. Sophia's face was serene, and even her heartbeat and breathing were normal. But in Murphy's vision, the colors that represented her soul and magic had disappeared.

This is just an empty shell; Sophia's soul is no longer in her body.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Murphy asked.

"The magic she used was beyond my understanding; the thick fog isolated us. Moreover, she had told me about this 'fateful moment' long before, and she had been prepared for it, hoping to save the holy city with her own sacrifice."

Murphy clearly remembered that the last time he traveled back in time, Sophia told him that the Holy City was safe.

But he didn't expect that the safety the other party mentioned did not include himself.

Murphy was unsure of his own feelings. He stood by the bed for a while before sending himself back to ten hours earlier.

Firstly, he needed to complete the cycle of the magic barrier; secondly, there were still too many mysteries surrounding the other party's actions, and he wanted to find out the truth.

However, Sofia did not tell him anything substantial, because "only he himself knew the secret."

But one sentence from the other party bothered him: she said that Murphy didn't know the reason for everything because he hadn't met "her" yet.

In Murphy's understanding, "she" should naturally refer to Miriam.

So Murphy went to the Gate of Rebirth. Now that he was the emperor of the Holy City, he was naturally qualified to come here.

Behind the door, all the scenes that had been seen before were gone. The spirit realm, which should have overlapped with this space, seemed to have disappeared for some reason, and the spacetime here became stable and real.

When he came to the door, he saw only an empty crystal coffin.

Inside the coffin, a small, silvery-white sphere floated. Murphy casually beckoned, and the sphere appeared in his hand, emitting a shimmering white light.

"A prophecy ball?"

He was familiar with this thing; there were millions of these prophecy orbs in the prophecy room of the Department of Mysteries.

But why is there a prophecy ball here?

Before he could figure it out, suddenly, countless voices rang in Murphy's ears.

Whether old or young, clear or hoarse, countless voices of men, women, and children overlapped, as if millions of people were talking together.

Different voices and different languages ​​made the sounds incredibly noisy, but gradually, he began to make out some words and phrases; they seemed to be saying the same thing.

"I saw him... the savior... he is the child born of death..."

After understanding the meaning of those words, Murphy paused for a moment. He listened again, and the rest of the prophecy became clear: "His darkness stems from the past. The 'Prophet' will grant him boundless wisdom and leave a key to him in a secret chamber... He will solve the riddle and see the future... He will be resurrected after death and embark on the destiny of a savior..."

This……

This fabricated prophecy, which Professor Trelawney had once uttered, has now resurfaced.

He had initially thought the savior in the prophecy referred to Tom, but now the latter was nowhere to be found.

He frowned, but then he noticed a note inside the crystal coffin, beneath the crystal ball.

"547 AD. The prophecy of the savior. Prophet: Merlin."

Only the royal family of Al-Kaim can enter and exit the Gate of Rebirth, so this prophetic orb could not possibly be anyone's prank.

Was Sofia trying to tell herself something?

But if she wanted to reveal some information to herself, there was no need to go through such a troublesome process; she could have told herself that during the time rewind just now.

The prophet Miriam is not here.

To see her, one must return to the more distant past.

The crystal ball also seems to indicate the year: "547 AD".

However, time converters can usually only go back five hours, and even if they manage to do so, going back ten hours is already the limit.

To travel back 1,500 years, the amount of magic he would need to mobilize would be unimaginably vast.

The magical flow from a single magical node is insufficient; perhaps only by mobilizing the entire magical network of the world can such a time reversal be accomplished.

……

After leaving the Gate of Death, Murphy found Patrick, and they met at 10 Downing Street, which had been converted into the presidential residence.

"The world situation is very tense right now. The existence of the gods has been exposed, and various countries have strong opinions about our use of aerospace weapons and the attack on Brazil..."

Murphy nodded. "I know."

He had received countless reports of condemnation from various countries against the Soviet Union and Britain, and the United States had even begun to threaten to use nuclear missiles to stop the Soviet Union from continuing to launch satellites.

"What are you going to do?"

Murphy was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "To be honest, I feel a little tired. It seems that no matter what I do, it's all in vain."

"Our enemies are not only the gods, but also their followers and the countries that want to stand behind them."

"And such people make up the vast majority of the world's population."

"Originally, the development of magic technology was in line with the well-being of all mankind. Magic technology is a technology that can benefit everyone. In addition to achieving my personal goals, it can also lead mankind to a more powerful future."

"But things are different now."

"There are far more believers in God than we are. To oppose God is to oppose the vast majority of humanity in this world."

"We are enemies of the whole world."

Patrick looked at the other person, frowned first, then sighed, "Whether Muggles or wizards, those who follow reason are in the minority. So what do we do? If we back out now, we might end up in a court-martial."

Murphy remained silent for a long time before saying, "Patrick, I might be about to do something really crazy."

Patrick chuckled. "What haven't you done along the way been crazy?"

Murphy laughed too, "That's true."

He stood up, his mind gradually calming down. He already knew the answer, but he hadn't made up his mind yet. Now was the time to make a decision.

"I still maintain that I am right. Faith represented by gods is the blind worship of idols and authority, which will hinder the development of reason, stifle human wisdom, and of course, block my path."

"The gods are the enemy, that much is certain. And the gods' supporters are also enemies!"

Murphy looked at a globe on the table. "The gods' attack was not carried out independently, but rather with a clear strategy and plan, which suggests that they may already be under the command of a unified will."

"But we are still a disorganized mess."

"Our actions even have to take into account the impact on other countries. The missiles we launch are weapons meant to protect people and to fight against gods, but they are intercepted by other countries."

"With these people hindering us from behind, we are destined to fail!"

Although Patrick had expected this, Murphy's words still made his heart pound. "Could it be... you want to..."

"Yes, I only have one year. I can't afford to hesitate any longer."

"But...what can we do?" Patrick asked, frowning. "We may be strong enough, but fighting against the entire world is too difficult..."

"I already have a plan," Murphy said, looking out the window with a dark and deep gaze. "The shackles of thought are difficult to change through ordinary means, and I don't have decades or centuries to slowly change people's minds."

"Therefore, all I can do is resort to pure violence."

"If saving humanity requires becoming a tyrant, then I'll be that tyrant!"

"Since they insist on believing in something in order to survive."

"Instead of worshipping those gods, worship me instead."

(End of this chapter)