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

"Woo!!"

Another gust of magic power blew over and knocked him to the ground, but he could only recover from his injuries skillfully once again and then turn around and run away.

"boom!"

Less than a second after he started, a huge kinetic energy impact landed on his previous position, directly smashing the ground into a dent.

"This isn't a fight, it's just play!"

The golden wolf kept moving, and behind him, continuous attacks followed his footsteps.

That's why he changed back into his fastest wolf form.

The demon pig form was too slow and lacked flexibility, so it could only take the impact from the sky. Over time, Beo began to feel tired.

The fact that he was being teased like a toy made him furious. He began to complain about his own weakness and fell into self-doubt.

The werewolf is no longer as perfect as it once was.

Chapter 46: Magician

The magical storm brought enormous damage, the grass and trees were uprooted, the soil and rocks were blown all over the sky, and the hillside was almost turned into a white land.

In addition to the physical damage, another more serious problem is the excessive infiltration of magic power, which has changed the nature of the land.

I guess the original scenery won't reappear until all this excess magic power is consumed.

While dodging, Beo noticed that the huge and complex magic storm in the sky was gradually dissipating, and at an unusually fast speed.

"Did Big Brother take the initiative to disperse it? Why would he do such a thing?"

Just ten minutes later, the world calmed down. The roaring and violent scene just now seemed like a nightmare. After the storm, only a unique tranquility remained.

It was a brief silence, a dead silence without any noise.

No life can survive the chaos just now. The current environment is a true death zone.

When the roar of the storm disappears, the dull feeling begins to torture your ears. You seem to be able to hear the noise of your blood flowing, and the eardrum in your ear is beating.

The werewolf was breathing heavily. Although his body could still hold on, he was mentally exhausted.

Everything he just experienced was the deepest nightmare for him. After being ravaged and trampled, Beo, who still had the mindset of a child, felt like crying.

"Kara."

A sound in the distance broke the absolute silence. It was the sound of footsteps rolling over stones, and it was obvious who it belonged to.

The golden wolf's hair exploded all over its body and began to fluctuate like flowing water. Once the opponent made any movement, he would immediately transform and then escape.

Yes, not attack, but escape.

Now Beo just wants to get away from this battlefield, bury his head in his stomach and have a good sleep. It would be great if he wakes up and finds that everything is over.

But this was just his wishful thinking. The approaching footsteps did not slow down for a moment and were now very close.

Beor tried to stare at his opponent, but no matter how hard his brain tried, he could no longer maintain a majestic and confident posture.

"I'm scared, so scared. Why can't I win? I'm a fantasy type, why would I lose to a modern magician?"

"It wasn't like this before, and I've never lost before, but is that all fake? Am I just a frog in a well?"

"What will he do to me? Will he kill me, or eat me, like I would a defeated opponent?"

"I can no longer see the sky, I can no longer run, I can no longer eat sweet honey..."

"So, I will be killed too?"

The limbs that supported his body were no longer able to support him. Beo curled up on the ground, the fear in his heart almost crushing him. He was no longer the perfect golden werewolf.

Now he is just an ordinary person who just wants to survive, and he can no longer hear anything.

"As expected, it only takes a moment to activate the magic, and there's no need to use it later. But if I don't activate it once, my strength won't be enough."

Aiwen felt a little embarrassed as he compared the difference in combat power before and after.

The gap between the strength of the restrained form and the ordinary form is too huge. It is no longer the level of a pistol and a cannon, but the gap between a slingshot and a nuclear bomb.

Using magic is not a good thing, especially the fourth magic passed down to him by his teacher. Even among the five major magics, it is extremely uncontrollable.

It’s hard to say which one is worse between Five and Four. In terms of the scope of impact, it should be Five, but in terms of the effective time, it is Four.

If not for this, his teacher would not have chosen to be alone in another dimension for thousands of years rather than set foot in this world.

"After all, magic is essentially the authority that flows from the source. Humans can only use it and become proficient in it, but cannot study it. Otherwise, they wouldn't be calling themselves 'Magicians', but 'Wizards'."

Recalling his teacher's words in the past, Aiwen knew that there was no lack of regret in them.

His teacher had studied the mysteries constantly in his youth, delving along a certain path and thus touching upon the source. At that moment, the path had been established as magic.

The five existing magics are opposed to each other in pairs: the first magic pairs the fifth, the second magic pairs the fourth, and the third magic currently stands alone, looking at the sixth magic that may never be established.

Among them, the first and fifth methods are magic that touches the source and then brings it back from the source; the second, third, and fourth methods are magic that was researched in order to reach the source.

"But Master, do you regret it?" Aiwen asked doubtfully.

In response to his question, the teacher nodded slowly: "Perhaps, although it's only a tiny, barely perceptible trace, regret does exist."

"At that time, my research had reached its end, and the results were apparent. I was indeed close to the source, just as I had calculated. But the moment I became a magician, I glimpsed the future."

"The world will be destroyed by the Fourth Law."

"This is only natural. Possessing magical powers as a human is truly a sin. Even the slightest deviation in thinking can lead to irreparable consequences."

"The First Magician has transformed the world, for good or ill. Zelritch, in order to maintain the possibility of an unfixed world, has acted with great restraint. The owner of the Third Magic has left this world and will never appear again."

At this point, Aiwen's teacher sighed, and Aiwen couldn't help but say what he wanted to say.

"So it seems that magicians are also pitiful in a way. They are omnipotent because of magic, but their omnipotence also restricts themselves."

"That's right, magic is a law beyond the heavens, but magicians are not. Even after becoming a magician, it's hard to say they're human, and it's hard to let go of past notions."

"It's a miracle that the world can continue to exist despite its current circumstances. If any of the four existing people suddenly became interested, civilization could be destroyed."

"So Aiwen, keep this in mind."

The teacher was clearly an empty cloak, but a real sight came through.

"Stay hidden, and conceal the Fourth Law within your heart."

"It's not about hiding the magic, but about burying this concept deep in your heart and making it a principle of action. Only then will you carefully consider every opportunity to use it."

"I know that with your unique characteristics, magic will not be a burden, so you don't have to exile yourself like me."

"Since the Fourth Law has been passed down to you, it is entirely up to you whether to use it or not. But never forget the dangers of magic."

"Don't forget, your every move will force others to stray from their original path. If you don't want to bear this responsibility, you must hide."

"Alas, if only you could be more free to do as you please, it would be better. Because you are a kind child, I am warning you. Otherwise, one day, you will feel pain because of the impact you have on others."

The teacher lamented that Aiwen would be exhausted by his character in the future, but deep down, he was also proud that his student was such a person.

Chapter 47 Golden Wolf: I fight the magician?

The teacher's caring advice flashed through his mind. Feeling the severe pain of rejection brought by the magic engraving, Aiwen smiled.

"Teacher, I have never abused magic. It seems that I still remember the agreement with you."

"As expected, magic is best left alone. While you might not want to see me follow your path of concealment, it's actually not that hard to do."

"I've long been accustomed to wandering alone. This time is just another thousand-year journey. Compared to the lostness I felt before drifting into this world, at least I can still see the real world. That's enough."

"And if I experience more joyful things, I might waver."

"After all, life during this period was very enjoyable: everyone at school was interesting, the conversations between Tsukishima and Sojuro were interesting, getting along with Azuma was interesting, and even the magic duel with Aozaki was fun."

"I think I will never forget the short time I spent with them."

Aiwen stopped walking. He was already in front of the golden wolf. Facing the fantasy creature that was curled up and moaning, he slowly reached out his hand.

The heterogeneous magic power gathered in the palm of his hand, containing the rules from outside the sky, and dominated the planet with absolute violence.

"Because of this, I also want to follow my heart and give some help to Yuzu and Aozaki. I would be a little sad if they died."

"Golden werewolf, you are too strong. If they encounter you, the outcome will probably not be good."

"You can't be a hindrance to them."

"wait wait wait!"

The golden wolf trembled. He felt an irresistible suppression from Aiwen. His own thousand-year-old mystery was nothing but child's play in front of Aiwen.

Will he be killed? There is no way to escape, and his limbs are no longer able to move.

It's like an ant crawling into the chamber of the heart. Every time the heart beats, I feel the stinging pain of a needle. With every contraction and expansion, I feel like I'm being eaten silently.

"no, do not want……"

His tongue was already spasming, and he couldn't even clearly utter the words of begging for mercy. He had no way of retracting his tongue and could only let it hang out of his mouth.

My thoughts have become a tangled ball of wool. I can't make a decision on what to do, whether to fight or escape. My brain center has become paralyzed and swollen.

The pride of being a Phantasmal species, the arrogance of being a supernatural being, are now just remnants that have been thrown behind my mind.

He looked like a machine that could only beg for mercy.

But even after being so humble, Beo still found in despair that the other party had no intention of letting him go.

It's over, no follow-up.

Until the end, the only thing Beor could do was to look into Aiwen's cold eyes and see his own ugliness reflected in those lake-green gemstone-like pupils.

"what."

Beo exclaimed softly.

So ugly, is this me?

It turns out that living can be such an ugly thing, but why, even though it is so ugly, do I still want to keep stumbling forward?

What a wonderful fate.

The Golden Wolf, who had spent nearly a hundred years searching for the meaning of his life, found the answer just before his death.

Beo suddenly became very quiet.

He bent his limbs and placed his head on the ground. He no longer looked as disheveled as before, and his dignity returned to him.

At this moment of death, the Golden Wolf finally felt the weight of life.

everything is over.

The golden wolf felt the emptiness coming from his body, closed his eyes silently, and waited for death to come.

At this moment, all he could recall in his mind were useless fragments of memories.

"In the end, this is my ending, my burial place. I suddenly feel a little regretful about the contract with Miss Orange. I must complain to her harshly when we meet in the afterlife."

"And the hamburgers aren't that delicious, actually. They don't taste as good as honey. I wish I could be a bee in my next life."

"By the way, will everyone in the village still remember me? Even though we've never been able to understand each other, it's still possible that they'll erect a tombstone for me."

There is no logic at all, and the thoughts that come to mind are like sesame seeds on a white paper, dotted with stars.

But even after Beor had dug up the little details of his birth, the feeling of death still did not haunt him.

"So, does the process of death take so long?" Beor was puzzled.

So, he quietly opened one eye and carefully observed the outside world, his smiling eyes staring at the golden wolf with half-drooped ears and squinted eyes.