Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"I don't know how to describe it, but the whole space feels like it's getting heavier, like a spatula pressing down on a frying pancake."

As always, Aozaki Touko didn't understand Beo's metaphors, but she didn't need to understand them now.

The bad premonition I had before has become reality.

"Hey, what is that?"

His hands and feet were too stiff to move, and the scene before him was a preview of a natural disaster. The tiny magician was just a speck of dust in the universe, with no possibility of resistance.

It's magic.

What Aozaki Touko saw was magic; just magic; thick magic visible to the naked eye; magic that roared like a storm.

It changes from transparent to gray, and then grows, converges, and loops visibly to the naked eye.

Without the incorporation of human techniques and without possessing properties that make it easy to use, human magic cannot harness such vast and violent energy.

The planet's great source seemed to be pried open, and the ether, so vast that it was visible to the naked eye, suppressed everything. This was exactly what the wrath of the planet looked like, a simplified simulation of the breath of the star.

And beneath this surging ether aggregate, there exists a beautiful figure.

The pressure there was clearly no longer suitable for human activity, yet he was there;

The concentration of ether was clearly enough to suffocate the magician, but he showed no reaction;

Obviously, the magic storm should be disorderly violence, but he is guiding it.

The giant mass of ether that covered the entire mountain moved in his direction like a balloon on a string.

"What is this? Why am I here? Is the person I'm fighting a human?"

Aozaki Touko's brain was almost unable to think, and breathing was becoming difficult.

"I lost."

Such a thought flashed through Orange's mind. Although she still had the trump card of Deprivation Mark that she had not used, it was meaningless.

The existence of magic formulas is to make better use of magic power, but no matter what, the simple difference in numbers is enough to crush everything.

The existence of ether is too dense, and this is already a region where humans can hardly survive. Just because Iven is still alive, Orange has already lost.

But unlike humans, non-humans have another way of saying it.

What does Orange’s failure have to do with Beo?

The golden wolf howled excitedly at the moon.

Chapter 43 [Four]

Reminiscent of the past.

At that time, I was still ignorant. Time travel is not without cost, and most of the time I have paid the price in the process.

Reminiscent of the past.

I had just ended a long period of nothingness and came into this world. My consciousness was on the verge of disappearing and my mind was blank.

Reminiscing about the past...

Aiwen regained consciousness, as if waking from a deep sleep.

Hidden memories opened up to him again, neglected experiences emerged one by one, and he remembered the original beginning.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, the world seemed so vast.

The sky was clear and azure, showing a moving clarity, as blue as a canvas. Although the pile of rocks beneath was dirty and covered with grass debris, the discomfort was so real that it made people want to cry.

"Sha, sha."

The weeds at hand swayed in the wind, bringing with them the damp, bitter smell of earth, and the dry green color was pleasing to the eye.

I reach out my hand/(is this my hand), casually pluck up/(are my fingers using any force) a lush blade of grass, put it in my mouth and chew/(will the taste be fake).

Aiwen almost forgot the feeling of contact with the outside world. The long journey of crossing was an endless exile, and he could not even perceive himself.

Chew, chew.

The grass leaves were not lush, and the edges looked dry and yellow, but juice still seeped out under the interaction of lips and teeth.

The indescribable bitterness invades the mouth, mixed with the fishy smell of earth residue. It has no place in the human diet.

But this is the first time in a long time that I have felt the activity of my taste buds again.

"It's the smell." He murmured.

What spreads out of the mouth is the joy of singing life, and what converges in the heart is the clear outline of the self.

He didn't feel sad at all, but the water had moistened his eyes.

He staggered to his feet, the movements of his limbs so uncoordinated, even more awkward than a puppet controlled by strings.

But when he took the first step, his center of gravity was already stable; when he took the second step, his flexibility was no different from that of an ordinary person; when he took the third step, he had become a brand new self.

Omnipotence permeates the entire body, and the self-evident quality of existence overwhelmingly surpasses all things. Shaping the planet under one's feet is no more difficult than kneading clay.

The only problem was, that wasn't what he wanted to do.

There is nothing to gain after destroying everything. It is easy to vent power, but it is countless times more difficult to create life.

Therefore, I am in trouble.

So I fell into deep thought.

He stood there for several days, not knowing how to move, sealing himself. If nothing unexpected happened, it would take him several more months to come up with a complete method.

But perhaps it was God's guidance that our destinies intersected inadvertently.

A being walking in another dimension, one that was supposed to remain hidden forever, saw him.

Then came a sound without any fluctuation.

"Would you like to be my successor? You can keep Four safe better than I can."

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Waking up from the trance of memory, reality is still in the gap for a moment, and the raging flames are just around the corner.

The high temperature that can melt even steel instantly is not something that can be blocked by any magic. The more powerful the technique, the more complicated the preparation. There is no time now.

Although Aiwen always seems to be at ease, if you count carefully, he has not studied magic as long as Qingzi and is a genuine new apprentice.

Being able to fight Orange to this point is already special, especially under the premise that Orange took the initiative to ambush.

So from a magician's perspective, the game is over. There is no way to resist this flaming sun composed of nearly ten thousand runes.

——From a magician’s perspective.

Things in the world are never equal. An opponent who has one trump card may have three more.

For example, the mark of inheritance from the master that has always been engraved on the body.

The moment he thought of using the mark, the blockade of his memory was quietly released, and Aiwen returned to his complete state.

"This is the second time you've used [that]."

Without hesitation, Aiwen reached out and gently pressed his chest. Under the fabric, fine lines appeared as if growing.

It occupied almost the entire upper body of Aiwen, and even the edge climbed up to the left cheek. Magic power flowed through it, emitting a deep blue light.

It is a magical seal, a materialized research topic, and the crystallization of inherited secret techniques.

It is also the greatest and most valuable legacy that Mr. Cloak left to Aiwen.

The moment the mark lit up, everything around it seemed to fall into a state of slowness, and the speed at which the flames rushed towards it was as slow as a snail.

Aiwen's consciousness sank into the dark abyss. At the invisible bottom, the original light was revealing its essence.

Just like the first time I touched [Four], the sound of gears meshing rang in my ears, ticking, never stopping.

The light he grasped was as cold as ice, heavier than a mountain. It was a treasure chest imprisoned by iron chains and stone locks, and also a dangerous poison that infected everything.

Everything in the outside world has gone away, and only a tiny will remains in its place. Seven-colored light waves flicker in the distance, and everything except him is losing its basic framework outline.

Quiet, still, peaceful, like falling into an endless hole, with nothing to do but fall.

Everything is flowing, merging into one in chaos: flesh and air, steel and water, the dividing line between parallel worlds, the gap between the past and the present...

Everything except him was mixed, and the remaining residue was as sticky as asphalt, carrying a torrent of events that covered the magic pot and buried him.

But even if it is torn apart by the benchmark and cannot find the edge of itself, it will never lose the only light in its hand.

As a result, the ego swells and expands, and becomes endlessly heavy.

His spirit dived up along the spiral hole, from the egg at the starting point to the shell at the end point, and conceptual astronomical phenomena surged in the unknown distance.

Thus, the route has been determined, and we have finally arrived again at the beginning and end of all things, the source of cause and effect.

The vortex of the root is flowing right before my eyes.

"..."

When consciousness returns to reality, the light that connects to the root is in your hands, both shining and dim.

Aiwen took his palm and closed it.

At this moment, the "Four Magics" that had been hidden since its birth reappeared in the world.

There is no need for any psychological preparation, nor any conditions to be met. From the beginning to the end, it is Aiwen's own idea that restrains this power from being used.

In this case, it only takes a thought to use it.

Behind him, a red shadow wailed, emitting an unparalleled murderous aura, but never dared to approach.

It was shrinking from its goal of killing those who went to the source. The life before it was so huge and heavy that it could no longer kill it.

"Then, time to continue."

Invisible waves dissipated, and magic quietly operated. Aiwen looked at the wall of fire in front of him, revealing a slightly different coldness from before.

"For the time being, let me do something to repay Aozaki-san for helping me."

Chapter 44: The Golden Wolf is doubting his life

Time goes back to the present. Aiwen looks up and sees a golden giant beast roaring in the moonlight on the distant slope.

This is not a creature that should exist in modern times. Its existence is a bug of the planet, a drop of star that fell by chance.

The mystery contained in its body is at least two thousand years old. It is a completely divine life form, a fantasy species that operates by laws completely different from those of humans.

Moreover, Aiwen also knew that Beor was incomparably noble among the fantasy species, and his status was on par with Fafner. Both were at the top of the fantasy beast level and were monsters that were on the edge of divine beasts.

Of course, the golden werewolf cannot reach this level; this is the shackles of his talent.

But it cannot be said that there is no relationship between Beor and the werewolf. It can only be said that there is a little bit of it, which is just a simulation of appearance.

As a fantasy species, the golden werewolf cannot survive in the modern world because it is absolutely lacking in the elements necessary for life.

The most direct example is the disappearance of true ether.

Therefore, Beor, who can move freely and display strength, probably only looks like a golden werewolf. Perhaps it is a subconscious imitation of the surroundings when he was born.

After hearing the roar of the beautiful beast, Aiwen made a judgment in the blink of an eye.

After the golden wolf finished its long howl of joy, it rushed towards this side with a happy look on its face.