In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

She was not surprised by his calm and confident demeanor, considering that he had just 'defeated' a member of the burial agency. She simply said calmly, "You deal with the church a lot—but you would be very wrong to apply your impressions of them to us."

“Lucon Luvist, the magic you have learned comes from the Clock Tower, but the laws you practice violate the commandments of Solomon.”

Do you plead guilty?

“Should I say that the Magic Association and the Church are indeed old rivals of many years?” Lu Kang laughed again, quite happily: “The exact same tone, the exact same condescending and accusatory tone.”

"If I plead guilty, will you put me in formalin as a specimen?"

“That’s a designated seal—a means of preserving forbidden secrets.” Vivian Barthemello frowned, clearly somewhat displeased with Lu Kang’s blunt attitude: “A magician like you shouldn’t have this qualification; you should feel honored…”

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right."

Lu Kang placed his hands down in the pockets of his black coat, his smile vanished, his brown eyes fixed intently, and his expression suddenly became extremely calm.

The calmness made Vivian feel a little strange.

But she didn't have time to find out where this strange feeling came from.

Then Lu Kang said in a low voice, "It's almost time."

The man before the throne slowly raised his foot.

Vivian Barthemello opened her mouth to rebuke.

But she suddenly realized that her movements had become very slow. Just opening her mouth seemed to take a long time to complete—raising her hand to stop someone took a thousand times longer than usual.

Unstoppable.

Lu Kang stepped over the stairs.

Can't stop it.

He came before them—

This feeling was as if they were in the other party's magic workshop, being affected by slow magic. However, when they entered this palace, they had clearly carefully surveyed it and found no trace of any spell markings, whether magical or miraculous!

Just as Vivian was struggling to look up, she caught sight of the scenery outside the window, and she suddenly froze.

She stared in astonishment as birds flew past the window.

Watching it slowly spread its wings.

This slow-moving scene didn't just happen inside the hall—it happened outside as well!

The sunlight fell, and the dust settled.

Everything became very slow, very slow.

Vivian Barthemello finally realized it.

This palace indeed contains no mystical spells.

Because Lu Kang used mysterious techniques...

It is etched onto this entire country!

Yes.

During the year and 365 days of preparation, Lu Kang not only prepared the phantom spirits of the Tsars of all dynasties, but also distributed the books that had been engraved in the library, scattering them throughout the Tsarist country. He brought his own mystery to this land.

Everyone who reads the book will have the seed of mind magic planted in their heart.

Everyone who has read a book can contribute to Lu Kang's success.

Helping him during the transition between the old and the new era...

Let its mystery take root in the soil of a brand new era!

"Now, the Tsar is dead."

"The Tsarist Empire is about to collapse."

"The transition between the old and new eras has already begun."

Lu Kang recited the ritual in a low voice.

Vivian then suddenly realized—as the monarch of the Department of Law and Politics, her magical skills were naturally unparalleled, and she could understand many things by analogy.

Then she understood.

I understand the true purpose of this man, this young man who came from a priestly background.

He is creating his own mysterious system...

Because of the collapse of the old era, all the evils were taken away by the phantom spirits formed by Nicholas II based on the concepts of past Tsars.

So this land is now new and bright, just like a blank sheet of paper.

It's like a barren, fertile land.

A newly emerged pure land.

But Lu Kang's pen had already landed on the paper, and his seeds had already been planted in the fertile soil.

They're just waiting for the right moment.

It will sprout.

Just waiting for the time to come.

His mystery, aided by the countless minds, will develop rapidly in this instant—occupying the mystery of a brand new era.

But the mystery created in this way is unprecedented.

In this way, he gathered the hearts and minds of millions of people to nurture the mental magic system he created.

By drawing upon the thinking of millions, we can perfect the great undertaking of his power...

What was accomplished was by no means an ordinary magic system!

Vivian Barthemello would not overlook the changes that had just occurred in this land, nor would she overlook the evils of this world that had just been taken away from it, nor the cleansing of people's hearts.

That is the hearts of countless people.

However, the complexity and danger of the past were gone.

Rather, it is the power of a pure and innocent, controllable mind!

That is equivalent to the devout faith of millions of believers.

This is a vast yet pure power.

Such a force...

It is enough to create a 'god'!

It is not a phantom, not an angel or a demon, but a true God, just like the Church.

The 'God' as the source of mystery!

He's creating a 'god'!

Perhaps immature, perhaps weak, but possessing limitless potential... a true god!

After the malice was taken away.

A pure mind that has been cleansed...

Vivian Barthemello suddenly felt a chill run down her spine—although she couldn't understand why Lu Kang seemed to be able to see the entire Tsarist Empire from the palace, she also didn't know that at this moment, Lu Kang was relying on Anastasia's—the power of the elf that girl had contracted.

She was his eyes.

Even though I am far away now, this will not change.

This was the second time in his life that Lu Kang had displayed his mystery in public.

It was another purpose of his cleansing the world and taking away all the evils of this world from the Tsarist country.

He will take a step forward from this point.

Create 'gods'!

...

He only revealed his mystery twice in his life.

For the first time, he became the king of mankind and gained the wisdom of being a king.

The second time, he became the King of Magic, created the Mystic Origin, and created seventy-two demon gods.

—The Book of Solomon

Chapter Thirty-One: The Church and the Magic Association Suffer a Crushing Defeat

That was the only time the Church and the Magic Association ever joined forces on a global scale.

It was also the only time that both sides suffered a major defeat.

This was a defeat that neither the Magic Association nor the Clock Tower, the nexus of magic and religion, had ever suffered in the two thousand years since their founding. But they were not facing a colossal organization, nor a ferocious demon god descending to earth.

That was just one person.

A most vicious and wicked person.

—The Clock Tower Chronicle

...

'How rude, how arrogant—that fellow is a villain, a thug, an extreme sinner who blasphemes the mystical!'

'The descendants of Barthezmello should all remember this—'

'We must defeat them by exploiting their mystique!'

— Vivian Barthemello.

...

Once the long-prepared ritual for creating a god was initiated, everything became perfectly natural.

Under the mysterious scale of the territory revealed by Lu Kang, the designated seal executor and Vivian Barthemello were completely unable to stop his actions.

Even though each designated seal executor is an elite among magicians, the most skilled at using magic in combat, Vivian Barthemello is the current head of Barthemello and ranks among the top among the Clock Tower monarchs.

But when everything slows down, no amount of mystery can be activated, and no amount of power can be exerted.

At this moment, Vivian Barthemello finally realized that this young man had never regarded her as an opponent. To him, they were merely a group of 'spectators' who happened to arrive, witnesses to the second large-scale mystery he was about to present.

Inside the majestic hall, the lights flickered, and Lu Kang walked slowly forward, leaving the palace as if taking a leisurely stroll.

He ignored the angry look from Vivian Basemelon behind him.

He thought to himself that this current monarch of Barthelon was obviously not as strong as Kichijoin Kiara, after all, there was only one otherworldly counterpart of human evil... He really didn't need to be so serious when facing her.

Lu Kang, who had come to the outside of the hall, chuckled softly.

A faint light appeared behind him, almost imperceptible—it was slowly being sculpted, a divine phantom.

He is now very fragmented, fragile, and thin. The reason He was able to halt the entire Tsarist Empire was only due to the momentary impact of His birth, but that only lasted for a moment.

However, He is also a genuine 'god'.

It is the source of mystery.

In this world, whether it is magic or miracle, their essence is fragments of power flowing from the source of divinity.

He represents infinite possibilities.

He symbolizes the growth of the mystical system that Lucan had established in this era.

Vivian Barthemello's guess was entirely correct, but what she didn't expect was... that the being that appeared in the phantom, with its blurry and mottled appearance, was exactly the same as Lu Kang.

The 'god' he created was also himself.

To take one's own soul as God.

Only then can it be completely controlled.

Only then can the mental magic of "Do what you want, and that is your way" be realized.

From today onwards.

Perhaps forward, perhaps backward.

Lu Kang, with his 'mystery,' will spread throughout time, both with and against the current!