In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Moreover, the older the magician, the more powerful he is. This applies not only to magicians but also to the world's environment. If one can go back to an era when mysterious phenomena were more prevalent, he will have more room to study the secrets of magic and conduct many mysterious studies that are impossible to complete in this era!

In the right environment, he might even have the opportunity to integrate his heritage and bloodline to form a system, and make it the foundation of magic's mystery that encompasses the past, present, and even the future!

This is also a very important step—

The 'foundation' is an extremely important part of modern magic.

Every ancient family lineage has its own magic base, and only when countless magic bases come together can they be pieced together to form the complete modern magic base.

Modern magic disks have given many families who did not own their own magic disks the opportunity to master the mysteries.

But ultimately, it is subject to others' control.

It can be said that only those who possess their own magic foundation can be considered truly ancient magic families, and this simulator gives Lu Kang such an opportunity.

Lu Kang's heart skipped a beat, but just to be on the safe side, he still asked, "Your system... is it Ding Zhen?"

【Verified to be genuine, even more real than a pearl!】The simulated elf responded almost instantly.

This system uses the host's dreams as a bridge to help the host travel back in time and space, giving the host the opportunity to achieve their ideals. The entire process is absolutely genuine!

It's not the traditional waste system from CatCreator?

Lu Kang was slightly startled!

However, since that's the case, he had no reason to hesitate any longer—this thing was created by piecing together the dreams within him, just like another 'avatar' of his, so there shouldn't be any danger—after all, it's just a 'simulation,' just a dream!

"Then let's get started!"

As Lu Kang said this, he glanced out the window again. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the last rays of light had completely disappeared. The vast night was dotted with stars, and the moonlight shone like a wheel as the evening breeze gently blew into the room, causing the window curtains to sway. Countless mysterious instruments gleamed under the moonlight, and between the four walls, there were faintly engraved magic arrays that carried mystery.

This is Lu Kang's bedroom.

At the same time, it is also Lu Kang's 'research institute' as a magician - a research base for mysterious spells and a magician's home ground!

For Lu Kang, there is no safer place in the world than here!

That is, at the same time.

The simulated spirit spoke again in his mind.

[Simulated Confirmation]

As soon as the words fell, Lu Kang's vision darkened.

He was trapped in a 'dream'.

【Simulation starts】

Welcome to the dimension of infinite possibilities.

...

[Late 19th century]

[At age 0, you were born in a rural area of ​​the Tsarist Empire. A large-scale famine broke out in the place where you were born. Because there was nowhere to survive, your parents abandoned you in the woods. Fortunately, a young nun in a convent heard your cries and found you.]

You were adopted by nuns, who named you 'Lucon Luvist' based on the marks on your body. This name is neither Tsarist nor Russian.

You grew up in a monastery.

At one year old, you began to babble, and the first word you learned was "God said" from the Bible. The nuns were greatly astonished; they believed it was a blessing from God.

The next day you tore up a Bible and got a beating.

At age 3, you officially began your education, and you showed exceptional intelligence, quickly mastering fluent Russian.

You begin to follow the nuns through the streets and alleys, bestowing blessings upon the people.

People call you 'Little Priest'

At age 4, you discover a hidden room beneath a monastery, filled with various strange instruments and books.

[Your actions were discovered by the abbess of the monastery. Expecting punishment, you were instead surprised to find the abbess herself kindly asking if you wanted to learn real 'miracles'.]

[It turns out the headmistress is a true magician. As a nun, her actions were undoubtedly blasphemous, but you, being young, didn't understand. You were simply thrilled by the mysterious power she displayed. As her time was drawing to a close, she decided to take you as her apprentice, ensuring that her life's research would have a successor.]

This year, you began to truly step into the realm of mystery.

This year, you awakened the twenty-three dormant magic circuits within you, and the Dean defined you as a 'genius among commoners'.

You learn magic every day.

【…】

At 15, the Dean's grandmother passed away. Before her death, she condensed her life's research into magic into the 'Magic Imprint' and passed it on to you.

After the Dean's death, you declined the position and began traveling throughout the Tsarist country to broaden your horizons.

In 1912, the Tsarist government was beset by internal and external troubles, war, and famine, causing immense suffering to the people. As a 'clergyman,' you used your mystical powers to soothe their pain and, in the process, began to research your own magic.

You are known as the 'Little Sage'.

Tsar Nicholas II has heard of your deeds.

You've also heard that Nicholas II is actively seeking out talented individuals to treat his son, Alexei, who suffers from hemophilia.

In the autumn of 1912, you were invited to the Moscow Imperial Court.

This year, you are 17 years old.

Chapter Three Nicholas

The autumn air is slightly cool.

Luca stood in front of the Kremlin in Moscow.

Memories of the past seventeen years of his life flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse, a very strange feeling, as if a long period of time had passed in an instant without having any impact on him, like a dream, yet real and undisturbed.

The seventeen-year-old boy steadied himself and looked ahead—

“Mr. Lu Kang, His Majesty is already waiting in the palace.” An elderly man in a butler’s uniform stood tall on the steps.

The steps lead up to a magnificent, golden palace.

The towering dome shimmered in the sunlight as if covered in gold dust, and golden pillars stood before the wide doors.

Tall guards, rifles in hand, stood solemnly around the golden pillar. They descended the steps, and the wide square where Lu Kang still stood was surrounded by soldiers.

Lu Kang nodded expressionlessly.

He straightened his black priest's robes and fiddled with the silver cross on his chest. He thought to himself that this last Tsar was indeed as extravagant and ostentatious as the legends said!

Yes, the last Tsar, Nicholas II.

Information about this last Tsar flashed through Lu Kang's mind. He was undoubtedly an emperor who would be remembered in history—albeit in a bad way.

Nicholas II was a tyrant whose rule was overthrown by revolutionaries of a new era.

At this moment, the Tsarist Empire, already beset by internal and external troubles, will fall apart under the rule of this tyrannical yet oblivious ruler!

But that is the future—and in the present, at this moment in 1912, he is still the ruler.

Given this, based on his past experiences, what Lu Kang needs to do next is quite simple.

He needed to win the trust of the last Tsar.

He needs the financial and material support of the Twilight Empire.

He will use this to create a mysterious system belonging to his family in this world—that is, a fixed mysterious foundation—and pass it down to fulfill the responsibilities of this generation's "family head," so that he can benefit in reality!

Only by completing the inheritance can the simulation be considered a success!

After sorting out his thoughts, Lu Kang also tidied up his clothes and decorations.

A profound smile, seemingly embodying wisdom, appeared on his young and handsome face: "Manager, please lead the way!"

The well-dressed official nodded slightly and walked ahead, ascending the steps. Lu Kang followed behind him, his eyes fixed on the shadows beside him. The wind rustled through the leaves, watering the countless rare plants arranged on both sides of the long steps.

The soldiers' figures seemed to be enveloped in the swaying shade of the trees.

They walked up the steps.

We also passed through the extremely flat and spacious platform in front of the palace, paved with bricks and tiles.

Lu Kang finally met the emperor who ruled Tsarist Russia—Nicholas II—as promised.

The luxury inside the palace undoubtedly surpassed the view from outside.

The decorations, covered in gold leaf everywhere, did not appear glaring; instead, they shone with a soft, gentle light, like the rising sun.

Layers of sheer curtains draped over a red, gold-trimmed carpet. Lu Kang walked upon it, feeling the soft texture of his shoes. The butler who had led the way stepped aside, but Lu Kang's gaze remained fixed on the path formed by the red carpet at the very end—

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" He bowed slightly toward the seat at the end of the red carpet, a symbol of supreme power in the still-standing empire.

The person sitting in the seat was half-hidden in the gauze curtain, only a tall and hazy shadow could be seen. He heard Lu Kang's voice and moved slightly, but did not speak.

Lu Kang continued, "I wonder if Your Majesty has been feeling unwell lately? For example, occasionally feeling dizzy, or feeling like you've forgotten some important things or events?"

"Unwell?" The steward standing nearby looked up in confusion, wondering if this 'little sage' who had been invited from afar was confused. Who in the entire Tsarist Empire didn't know that Nicholas II had invited numerous masters to the court to treat his youngest son, His Highness Alexei?

Behind the layers of gauze curtains, the figure sitting on the throne seemed to move slightly.

A gentle breeze carrying warmth blew in from outside the hall, and as the curtains swayed, the entire hall seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Just as the steward thought that the Tsar, whose temper was always short-tempered, was about to erupt in anger—that this was merely the calm before the storm—and was about to plead for mercy, he heard the Tsar above say, "How did you know?"

Your Majesty, are you truly unwell?!

The steward was startled and became even more uneasy—His Majesty was unwell, and as his personal steward, he had failed to notice it in advance, which was a capital offense!

However, Nicholas II clearly ignored the steward at that moment.

He simply raised his hand and gently pulled back the layers of curtains. Countless gauze curtains slowly faded away, and the spacious and magnificent interior of the hall became clear and bright, as if dust had been swept away, without any of the previous hazy feeling.

Lu Kang stood tall and elegant in the very center of the hall, facing the empire's supreme ruler as if he were at the center of the world—the last Tsar, who sat on the emperor's throne. His tall figure was shrouded in a black military uniform, his chest adorned with badges of honor. He had a handsome face, fair skin, a thick beard, and a pair of narrow eyes that gleamed with a deep blue light, giving him a chilling and imposing presence.

Lu Kang was naturally not terrified; he had already prepared his explanation in his mind.

If we simply describe Alexei's situation, it is no different from other 'mystic masters' or doctors.

So he did the opposite and chose to break through by targeting the emperor himself.

"His Majesty is ill, and quite seriously!" he said confidently. "You've been hypnotized!"

This is what people commonly refer to as being "out of one's mind".

"Hypnosis?" Nicholas II paused, never expecting such an answer.

"That's right, it's hypnosis. His Majesty's various symptoms are all caused by hypnosis. It makes you dizzy and forgetful!" Lu Kang's expression was serious. "Moreover, this kind of hypnosis can only be performed by someone who is extremely close to you—"

“Extremely close? To use...?” Nicholas II’s face immediately showed a look of surprise and uncertainty. Of course, he did not completely believe what Lu Kang said, but in the past day or two, he had indeed often felt dizzy and forgetful, which was a phenomenon he had never experienced before.

In addition, strangers have indeed approached us recently... Those in high positions of power often value their lives extremely highly.

So, subconsciously, Nicholas II thought of one person.

A man who was also a 'mysterious master' and had arrived a few days earlier than Lu Kang, yet he immediately felt he could trust him and received a grand welcome from him!

"Gregorian Rasputin?"

Before Nikolai could finish speaking, the rolled-up curtains and veils suddenly fell down as if time had reversed, and a faint light suddenly appeared in the air. The next second, the light and shadow seemed to turn into countless fragments of stars—like shooting stars, or like splashing and breaking water droplets, they pierced towards Lu Kang!

This is a mysterious power.

It's a manifestation of magic!

But they were all suspended three feet away from Lu Kang, frozen in mid-air!

Because Lu Kang raised his hand, a faint light emanated between his fingers, a phenomenon he released that also belonged to the realm of mystery.

The magic circuits within the body activated, and as many as twenty-three channels instantly and continuously output pure magic power.

The magic spell already imprinted on his hand—the incantation to condense mysterious phenomena—was instantly infused with magical power and activated in the blink of an eye.

Magic Dispel!

Prepare for the attack—

Mystery and mystery clash and dissipate invisibly!

Nikolai was stunned.

The butler was also stunned.

Lu Kang, however, did not freeze. He simply stared intently at the last Tsar on the throne—or more precisely, at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows behind his chair—