Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"It's good that the crisis is resolved." The scholar said slowly, looking at the stillness.

"Actually, the crisis hasn't been resolved, teacher," Jingzhi said softly, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

"...Didn't you prevent the planetary impact?" the scholar asked, pointing to the sky.

“We've only solved the planetary impact, but there are actually other problems, though the effects aren't immediately apparent. Apocalypse Titan acted as a fulcrum to balance gravity, but the inertia of Mars' approach is definitely acting on the planet. Our planet has already deflected its orbit, and, according to the angle of deflection, it's falling towards the sun. There are also changes in rotation due to the sudden increase in mass, and changes in atmospheric loss…”

As the scholar listened to the chilling questions thrown at him by the quiescent body, his non-existent brain throbbed with pain. They had truly done everything the Salvation Society could do.

Moroko was furious and snapped, "Then why aren't you going to solve the problem?! Are you going to stay here and wait for me to help you?!"

"Yes, teacher. In fact, the Advanced Magic Research Institute has run out of ideas. We have never simulated a scenario of Mars colliding with Earth before, and this situation is also a first for us. We need to calculate a large number of experimental parameters, but the time is terrifyingly short, which is simply a pipe dream. Teacher, we need your monstrous computing power, as well as all the spellcaster colleagues under your tutelage."

The scholar glared at him.

"I know absolutely nothing about the knowledge you're tinkering with."

“You can learn it on the spot. Your learning ability is monstrous. A magic master like you will surely master it quickly by drawing inferences from one another. Our research notes are readily available, and the advanced magic research professors present can teach you at any time, teacher. Except for Apocalypse, you understand.”

"This is outrageous, I'm afraid I can't help you..."

"Ah, teacher, gravity just told me that the orbital estimate is that we are only fifty-three hours away from being captured by the sun's gravity."

"Where did you put your papers?! Let the law summon everyone here!"

Stasis ran away quickly, leaving behind a message before she left.

"Teacher, please don't forget about energy supply while you're studying. The energy of the Magic Network nodes is also essential for us."

"Okay, get out of here."

The scholar, now in researcher mode, quietly resolved the conflict with the teachers and students of the Advanced Magic Research Society under the pressure of being flustered and disorganized.

Chapter 859 The Grand Finale

"In the end, they succeeded. An organization of spellcasters called the Salvation Society saved our home. They found a new orbit for the planet, and our home is what it is today." The human lecturer stood on the podium, explaining the contents of the history textbook to the students. The blackboard was less than two meters from the window, and warm sunlight streamed through the windowpanes into the classroom, drawing the students' attention and leading them to look out the window…

A diverse mix of races converged at a street intersection, road signs in multiple languages ​​swaying in the throng. Elves hawked their wares in front of a potion shop, while across the street, dwarves and elves argued in an alchemy workshop. Mechanical puppets performed at the plaza fountain, and a lich was being led away in a pumpkin cart by a treant for illegal fees and fraud. A demon in a golden robe was giving a sermon, while a neurotic human blocked a passing abomination. A witch and a harpy, caught off guard, fell from the sky and landed in Arachne's spiderweb, still arguing as they became entangled in the threads. A holy spirit and its vengeful friend told a joke, which was overheard by a passing minotaur who, after reporting it to the police, received a reprimand.

The ruler struck the blackboard twice, drawing the students' attention back to the lecturer. The automatic chalk danced with the teacher's words, and the magical model on his palm magnified in the classroom, easily visible even to the last row.

"Our home is a pair of binary stars orbiting [the World's Fulcrum]. We currently inhabit one of them, Earth, while no life has been observed on the other. Historical records indicate that before the binary era, time was recorded using a 24-hour day, not the current 22-hour day. Put away your amazed faces and stop fantasizing about two extra hours of sleep. There is indeed a difference between the past and the present, but that doesn't mean it's better than the present."

"As the new generation, you were born in a chaotic yet opportunity-filled era."

"You have ample time and educational resources to study magic and supernatural powers; you have many choices..."

"Continue your studies in depth, and after graduation join the magic research community of the magic academy, becoming an apprentice and assistant to those great spellcasters, exploring the mysteries of the world..."

"If you have strong beliefs, joining the Holy Light Legion is a good choice. The Holy Light has a low entry barrier now, and its fanatics set almost no restrictions on new believers. Joining the world's largest and most diverse organization is an unpredictable challenge. It is said that the Holy Light's leadership still retains its original cohesion and strength. Back then, the Holy Light was very powerful."

"There are always some people who are neither greedy seekers of knowledge nor steadfast believers. Some of you are more moderate than exceptional, with timid yet tender hearts. Druids are mostly gentle people. These humble and optimistic nature lovers have created the largest protected area in the Twin Star Era. You also don't need to worry about having nothing to do. The queen who manages the druids is leading a plan to restore the planet's environment."

"And then there are the radicals, and those rebellious, delusional teenagers who crave madness. Don't try to hide it, and don't put on an arrogant expression. The line between madness and genius is very thin. I didn't originally want to talk too much about those things; my professional ethics as a teacher are reminding me to protect you from their influence. But I can't help it, I've been paid..."

"Andre Academy, very unfortunate news, the place from the scary bedtime stories you read as children, actually exists. Compared to your childhood, your minds have matured a lot, but you must remember that Andre is an extreme choice. If you go there, you will either go down in history, go to prison, or both."

The lecturer noticed the sky was gradually darkening and ended the class.

"When it's 'midnight' break time, after lunch, remember to pay attention to your afternoon's academic practice. Some of you are already close to passing. Although our college has a relaxed educational approach, the academic assessments are very rigorous."

The human lecturer, who was about to leave with his textbooks, peeked back in at the last moment.

"And another thing! If you fail your courses, don't even think about asking me for leniency. I can't help you. Don't let your great-great-grandfathers become the ones knocking on my apartment door day and night because of this. Please be decent human beings, my dear students."

As the bells tolled, darkness enveloped the bustling city, a phenomenon people had grown accustomed to. Not only were there ever-burning pillars of light illuminating the streets, but shops also turned on their neon lights early in the morning.

The sun's rays are completely blocked by Mars in the sky, creating a midnight eclipse that occurs every day. It lasts about two hours. Since nighttime is not suitable for work, most people use this dark and sweet time to rest. In the darkness, those who emit their own light are the brightest.

Lofdy crouches atop the building's jutting gargoyle statue, his body emitting a soft, watery glow at midnight. Standing high above, the Protoss gazes down at the dreamlike bands of light forming the city's cityscape, their eyes filled with a dreamlike quality.

"Don't look directly at those dazzling lights," the Templar later reminded Lofdi. "Light pollution, that's a term that's being used more and more often."

Lofdi accepted his friend's offer and turned his gaze to the enormous pillar of light, a golden beam that seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth, brilliant but not blinding.

"Have you finished your opinion poll report?"

“Yes.” The Protoss Atusu took out a scroll from his robes. There was no light now, but he had already memorized its contents. “Since His Holiness Raymond opened the door, the new Holy Light Legion and the Zealot Legion have been expanding rapidly. Anyone and everything has become a Zealot. The fanatical faith has begun to spread from person to person. Almost everyone in the World Pivot has complained of being harassed by more than one fanatical follower. The Holy Light Order is becoming the most hated and most disreputable organization, bar none.”

Lofdi chuckled. "His Majesty Raymond will be even happier. The Holy Light has achieved first place, even if it's last."

The star felt the cold wind blowing its cloak, a habit it had developed after midnight.

"Where is Sola Camoni Ann?"

"They are on His Majesty Raymond's orders to track down His Majesty George."

"What did that person do this time?"

“No, it’s just that the Archbishop made a new discovery in the Sea of ​​Light.” The Protoss Artanis directly informed them of the discovery of the Light, which was one of the reasons he had come to find Lofdi. “The Archbishop Artanis of Dalam, whom we know yet find unfamiliar, has led his fleet to the ruins of our homeland and completed a round-trip warp. The secret between us Dark Exiles and the Dalam Protoss has been revealed. In fact, our homeland is not Aiur as they claim, and the corruption of our homeland did not originate from the corrupted Xel'Naga as they believe.”

"We are Protoss counterparts to them."

"An counterpart from a parallel world."

"That sea of ​​holy light is the key to opening the gate of time and space, connecting countless parallel worlds. This discovery greatly motivated Archbishop Raymond. Subsequently, he called upon all forces of the Holy Light to gather..."

Lofdi already knew what the Angel of Light wanted to do.

"The Crusades of Conquest".

"An infinite world, an infinite conquest. Let all time and space be embraced by the Holy Light."

"His Majesty Raymond intends to send everyone on a journey to a parallel world?"

"He left behind the water angel and the holy child of light."

"I can understand Lord Lyle, but why did His Majesty Galaron stay?"

"That Crusader leader had sworn a knighthood to the Son, vowing to dedicate the rest of his life to the Son's family."

"family?"

"The Bühler family".

……

“I never imagined that the Bühler family, consisting of only two people, could be worthy of loyalty, especially from a high-ranking angel.” Lyle leaned against the windowsill, watching Galarón Loshutar, who had uninvited himself to the study to handle affairs. The water angel smiled gently, laid out a large pile of documents on the desk, and began working, while answering his master’s questions politely.

“I have committed the sin of betrayal, and becoming a servant of the Bühler family is the most appropriate and respectable act of repentance I can think of. I can repay your personal kindness to me in the same way.”

“You needn’t do that, Lord Galarón. I don’t need a knight, nor do I require one…”

Galarón smiled at him until Lyle finished conveying his discomfort.

He smoothed his hair and put down his pen.

"Your family can no longer be viewed as just an ordinary group of two or three people, Lyle. Whether you like it or not, they will associate your family with the titles of the Son of Light, leader of the Holy Spirit Bishops, incarnation of an evil god, the Andrei Lich, and member of the Salvation Society. Look, you already have inseparable ties with many important forces. This situation requires a Mr. Bürer to become the head of the family and maintain and manage the relevant social relationships. This will have a positive effect on the stability of your family and society. You are probably not good at these things, so I will take care of these formalities for you."

“You need me, a fallen angel who has long been involved with various forces. I, Galaron Loshutar, am capable of being the spokesperson for such a complex Mr. Lyle Buller.”

Lyle was silent for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

“I think you are right, Lord Galaron. I do need a suitable candidate like you right now, but this is a bit unfair to you. It’s not a knight’s oath of master and servant. How about we sign a contract?”

Galarón shook his head.

“This is the right relationship, not a commercial contract. It is only right that Galarón Loshutal becomes a servant of the Bühler family, and that angels serve the Son of God. This is also due to my own selfish desires.”

Lyle, under Galaron's insistence, stopped pressuring him. Though somewhat embarrassed, he genuinely didn't want to invest time and energy in interpersonal relationships. Much work remained to be done. Triton had been defeated, and His creative authority had been entirely inherited by Nia. The concept of the [World], which recorded all life information on the entire planet, allowed those who perished in the Black Tide to be resurrected through the Creator's power. Initially, Lyle didn't participate in the resurrection project, trusting Nia's creative instincts. However, the mass emergence of stitched-together creatures based on childlike fantasies forced Lyle to interfere with the natural selection ordained by the gods, turning instead to genetic engineering to adapt to the environment.

"So busy, so busy." Lyle rubbed his head as he walked back to the lab.

……

The entrance gates to the City of Wanderers have reopened. This renowned city of arcane magic has become even more famous after the war against the gods. The essence of magic attracts spellcasters from all over, and the city's open and friendly policies are also attracting ambitious dreamers.

The gatekeeper, a master of secret arts, blocked the visitors, which aroused the dissatisfaction of those who were stopped.

His left hand pointed to a demon who was laughing loudly as he assembled the Spinal Wheel.

"This is a clique of an evil god..."

His right hand pointed to the mermaid on the other side, who was enveloped in a water sphere and swimming leisurely into the City of Wanderings.

"This is also a member of an evil god's clan..."

His left forearm was pointing at his head.

"I am also a member of the evil god's kin..."

His arm, which grew in the center of his chest, pointed at the wryly smiling sorcerer.

"If they can get in, why can't I!"

The arcane mage cursed inwardly, wondering why he'd encountered such a stupid thing so soon after changing shifts. He forced a smile at the large face that seemed to scream "experimental accident," his mind racing.

"Um, sir? or madam, this is the open passage for humanoid beings. It's not that you're not allowed in, it's just that your height... haha, I'm afraid you won't be able to squeeze through our little door."

"What do you mean! Who said I'm not human! I have arms, legs, and a head, and I walk upright! Are you discriminating against my race?!"

The arcane artist thought, when they first defined humanoid beings, who would have imagined that such an outrageous race would be born, growing up in the opposite direction of the biological atlas?

"Haha, actually, there is a special passage for special personnel like you in the Dark Seven District. This is our dereliction of duty. Please go to the Dark Seven District. Don't worry, we will communicate with the staff there to ensure that you can enter our city smoothly without waiting."

……

Bloody Rose Bar.

Corner of the bar.

The two men sat sideways across each other from each other, swirling their glasses, their hands resting on the bar counter, listening to the raucous rock music and the noise from the others.

“Lyle said that [the world] records the information of every life, but that guy isn’t in it…”

"No remains were found. The rats dug three feet into the ground, but they couldn't find even a tiny bit of sheet metal."

"That guy, just like that, gone? The only victim? How is that possible? I was able to save even someone like me who broke the secret pact, so why couldn't I save him?"

The conversation became dull, and the two or three people gradually fell silent.

"Do you think those things he wrote before might be true?"

"How could it be fake? His robot girlfriend even appeared once, and judging from her bad temper then, I really feel sorry for him."