I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

No, absolutely not!

Aleister realized something was wrong the moment the battle began.

Despite not being fully recovered and having undergone significant depletion, that gap monster should have been in a weakened state.

In the violent clash between demonic and magical power, Aleister was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed onto the already damaged road. Before he could even get up, a gap opened up above his head and released an even stronger torrent, forcing him to adjust the spatial balance to barely avoid the attack.

That's right, there's no mistake.

Looking at the purple figure not far away, Aleister confirmed his feeling.

Her strength is almost twice as great as it was during the last battle!

"Now is not the time to be distracted, your battle with me has only just begun!"

Without giving Aleister more time to react, Violet unleashed her power once more, the intense force destroying countless houses and expanding the battlefield again and again.

Under Zi's relentless offensive, Aleister was forced to retreat repeatedly. Soon, their battlefield moved away from the dilapidated square and towards other parts of the city.

"So, although I'm not a big fan of fighting, I'm quite skilled when it comes to support magic."

High up on the building, the girl softly chanted a spell, continuously empowering Zi in the distance, a smug smile appearing on her face.

Then suddenly, she shuddered, covered her mouth, and showed a pained expression.

"Ugh, I bit my tongue again. Chanting spells is really annoying..."

(Someone peeping from a house in the distance: awsl)

As Zi and Aleister fought their way further and further away from the plaza, Li Cheng, having cleared out all the guard robots, walked beneath the ruins of the central tower and looked up at the enormous blood-red sphere in the sky.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Li Cheng, who really didn't understand the meaning of that thing, spoke up with some confusion.

"I don't know either, but if the magic contained in that thing were to erupt, it should be able to wipe out everyone inside this barrier without any problem, right?"

Looking up at the huge blood-red sphere in the sky, Wu Ming asked with curiosity. For some reason, Li Cheng saw a hint of eagerness on his face.

"Hey, Wuming, you're not thinking of giving this a try, are you...?"

Noticing that something was wrong with the other person's expression, Li Cheng asked somewhat nervously.

"To be honest, I do want to do that, but let's deal with other more important issues first."

As Wuming spoke, a pair of black and white blades projected into his hand. He then turned to look at the two people standing not far away, also beneath the ruins of the central tower.

One of them was someone Li Cheng and Wu Ming already knew—the former prime minister whose body was completely blurred. The other person was someone Li Cheng found somewhat unexpected—Eric, Misaka Mikoto's teacher, whom he had met during the day.

"While I had considered what you might be doing, I never imagined you would join Aleister?"

Li Cheng tried his best to suppress his surprise and displeasure, and spoke as calmly as possible.

"Because what they are working hard for really touched me, and it really does overlap with what I am pursuing."

Eric, whose clothes were slightly dirty, answered without changing his expression, while some metal parts from the surrounding ruins began to slowly float into the air.

“If possible, I would really like to avoid this battle, Mr. Li Cheng. Of course, if you really cannot accept it, then I will not refuse your challenge.”

"Something to strive for?" Wu Ming raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the blurry man on the other side who was still rolling dice. "So, what other ideals did you promise him?"

"To be precise, it was a gamble, a rather large gamble."

The man's voice was clearly tinged with excitement, like a gambler who had finally sat down at the gambling table and received his cards.

"There will never be a shortage of gamblers in this world. For what they pursue, there will always be people who want to take a gamble. And luckily, my goal and Mr. Lansher's goal are the same, so I have added a rather heavy chip to my gambling table."

"After all that, your so-called bet probably isn't about building Academy City at all, is it? I'd really like to know, after all this trouble, what exactly do you want?"

Li Cheng interrupted the man and asked impatiently.

"If you want to know, of course there's no problem. I'm happy to tell you about the real gamble."

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Section 352, Chapter 31: The Real Gamble

Do you know about symbolic concept spells?

A little over a month ago, in the office that used to belong to the man, Aleister put down his wine glass, turned away from the portrait in the office, and asked the man in front of him.

“Symbolic concept magic?” The man who also put down his wine glass looked thoughtful. “I seem to have heard of it somewhere, or maybe I’ve even come across it. But I studied concept magic a long time ago, and I’ve almost completely forgotten about it. If you suddenly ask me about these things now, I really can’t remember them right away.”

"In that case, I'll explain it briefly."

Aleister smiled peacefully and conjured a wooden doll in his hand.

"This technique is actually used in many traditional magic fields, especially in some curses that lean towards voodoo. For example, I establish a connection between this puppet and a person, making it a witch puppet. Then, no matter what I do to this puppet, whether I break its arm or head, cut it with a knife or drown it, through the connection, it will be fed back to the person to whom the witch puppet is connected, causing them to experience the same symptoms."

"So, the cursed doll from traditional horror stories?"

The man looked at the puppet thoughtfully.

"So, what's your reasoning for bringing this up?"

"Indeed, there is one, and it's a huge idea, even bigger than building Academy City. Of course, it's also more dangerous and terrifying."

Aleister said in a heavy tone, disintegrating the magical doll in his hand.

“That’s quite a coincidence. I happen to be a fool who likes to go to dangerous places,” the man grinned menacingly. “So you’d better tell me what exactly this dangerous idea of ​​yours is. If it doesn’t satisfy me, I’ll be very unhappy.”

"It's very simple."

Magic surged, and a planet was projected from Aleister's hand.

"By establishing a connection between puppets and people, and thus acquiring the symbolic concept of puppets for people, thus uniting them as one, then correspondingly, we need to build a sufficiently large source of magic, and then connect it with the magical power of the entire planet, making this source of magic a symbolic concept of the source of power for all magicians on this planet, and then..."

"...And then, destroy this source of magic?"

After a long silence, the man, whose tone had become solemn, took over the words that Aleister had not finished speaking.

"Destroying the knowledge and power systems that a planet has accumulated over thousands of years, Aleister, do you know what you're doing?"

The man was at a loss for words when it came to commenting on the androgynous, silver-haired man before him. Even someone as mad as him could hardly fathom Aleister's terrifying plan.

“That’s right. Magicians have inherited their skills for thousands of years and have developed a mature system of power. If they were to crumble in an instant, it would be a devastating blow to the magic faction, causing countless upheavals and damage. But you also know what this will bring, don’t you?”

Aleister remained calm, his tone and attitude unchanged throughout.

"That's true. Rather than establishing a so-called top academy for superpowers, which would only exacerbate the conflict between the magic and superpower sides and make it increasingly difficult for new superpowered individuals to advance, why not just destroy the entire magic side? Once we eliminate the source of the enemy's power, who can stop our development?"

The blurry-looking man clutched his head, and from Aleister's perspective, it appeared as if his hand and head were directly connected. This was a manifestation of the man's extreme emotional agitation; when emotions reach a certain intensity, a man's body undergoes an unstable, dissolving process.

"Haha, hahaha..."

The man, whose figure was becoming increasingly blurry, chuckled softly twice, then straightened up and looked at Aleister, who was still standing calmly in front of him.

"If we succeed, we will be butchers, devils, heartless and utterly devoid of conscience. No one will sympathize with our fate, and those transcendent beings will definitely not let us go."

"Then we will clear away the biggest obstacle to the rise and development of technology and superpowers. Power will eventually be enjoyed by everyone, and will no longer be the patent of a few. One day, someone will remember our contributions, or even if no one remembers, everything will move in the direction we hope for."

Aleister raised her glass once more and addressed the man.

"Is that so? Such an exciting thing, it would be too lonely if we couldn't take a gamble."

The man also raised his glass, his voice filled with pleasure and excitement.

"Then let's do it, let's destroy the world, and let's save the world."

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"In other words, that red planet is a symbolic concept representing all the power and knowledge of magicians in this world. Destroying it would directly destroy all the magical power in the world?"

After listening to the man's words, Li Cheng looked up at the blood-red giant sphere that was quietly floating in the sky, so surprised that he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

"Hey, hey, hey, can a Transcendent even do something like this? Isn't that a bit too much of a cheat?"

Wuming was equally shocked, staring in astonishment at the giant red ball above his head.

"In that case, wouldn't we be completely unable to attack this giant ball, and we have to ensure that it is absolutely immune to any attack? Otherwise, all the magicians in the world would instantly die?"

“Ordinary attacks are meaningless. What are you thinking? This is a conceptual creation. Although it looks like a shiny red ball, ordinary attacks cannot touch it. Only attacks that are also at the conceptual level can have a real impact on it.”

The man spoke irritably, seemingly looking down on Li Cheng and Wu Ming's knowledge.

"However, we don't know what the specific consequences would be if this thing were destroyed, since no one has ever done anything like this before."

Perhaps all knowledge of magic has disappeared, and all magicians have turned back into ordinary people.

Of course, it's also possible that all the magicians will die, leaving no one alive as corpses, or some other similar terrible situation. In any case, it would definitely be a result that could cause chaos all over the world.

In any case, it is certain that only the world of technology and the emerging field of supernatural abilities will remain unaffected. Regardless of the misfortune and disaster that may ultimately be brought to this world, it is certain that only the people of the magical world will be the victims.

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this kind of thing antisocial and inhumane."

Two long swords were projected, and Wuming's gaze sharpened as he looked at the man and Eric.

"You should know that even during the construction of Academy City, there were magicians among those protecting you. By doing this, you are dragging the entire magic world down with you."

"But this is the unavoidable reality. A small number of magicians who support technology and superpowers and are open to new things cannot change the fact that the whole group has become ignorant and conservative, yet still firmly holds onto a lot of power and hates new products. And don't forget, kid in the action team, I am also a magician. If the plan succeeds, I may also die on the spot."

The man spoke casually, seemingly unconcerned about his own life or death, leaving Li Cheng and Wu Ming speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“For a better future, someone must cut off the rotten parts,” Eric, who had been silent until now, spoke up. “Mr. Li Cheng, and this white-haired gentleman, one of you is a martial artist, and the other is a practitioner of both magic and martial arts, right? You are not superhumans, so you don’t know how much suppression and suffering our group has endured to develop. I admit that there are indeed magicians in this world who support us, but that cannot change the absolute malice that the vast majority of magicians, and their leaders, harbor towards us. Many of the scholars who studied supernatural abilities with me in the past have been assassinated or died in accidents. Those who wield supernatural powers do not welcome people like us sharing this world with them.”

"That's no excuse for committing this kind of massacre. As a professor who teaches and educates, are you planning to become an executioner?"

Li Cheng stared intently at the other party and retorted without any politeness.

“You’re wrong. This is precisely the reason for all of this,” Eric said, his gaze honest with Li Cheng’s. “This isn’t a debate about who’s right and who’s wrong, Mr. Li Cheng. This is a survival competition where everyone wants to live. Magic and superpowers can’t coexist peacefully. Our existence threatens the magic world’s position in the supernatural realm, and they will do everything in their power to exterminate us. You were a direct participant in that night in Tokyo. Don’t you understand all of this?”

"..."

The flickering firelight, the screaming crowd, and the blood-soaked corpses—everything those magicians in black did in the Tokyo Special District was probably an unforgettable memory for Li Cheng.

It's undeniable. Indeed, as long as supernatural abilities continue to develop, allowing more people to acquire them and empowering those who lack the basic requirements for learning magic but yearn for the extraordinary world, it becomes absolutely unforgivable for magicians who once wielded such power. The Tokyo tragedy was just one example; in the future, many more such incidents are likely to occur.

However, this kind of thing...

"I'm sorry, but even so, I can't accept such a sweeping generalization. Putting aside everything else, I have quite a few magicians among my friends. If they were to die because of something like this, I would probably feel guilty for the rest of my life. So even if what you say makes a lot of sense, I can't accept such a thing happening."

Taking a step forward, Li Cheng, his eyes flashing with purple light, calmly spoke, slowly clenching his fist.