In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

So even though his face was pressed down by Lu Kang's palm, Rasputin still made a decision in an instant—he also reached out his hand, so fast that it was almost instantaneous. In that instant, a dark shadow emerged from under the folded, dirty robe, and in that instant, a loud, shrill cry, a sharp sound like iron rubbing against stone, seemed to pierce the eardrums!

Several black crows flew out from Rasputin's body!

—They are familiars.

It is the magician's attendant, who waters mysterious, inhuman things!

Under Rasputin's control, the crows took flight and soared to the highest point of the palace. The vast and majestic hall seemed to be illuminated by several bolts of lightning. The familiar's body was small but as fast as lightning, and its dark wings were coldly exposed, as if they were inlaid with countless blades!

They were Rasputin's most powerful tools, his best accomplices in killing those who opposed him. They could be used for silent assassinations, for direct confrontations, and for surprising victories!

"Kill him!" Rasputin roared, his deep, powerful voice echoing throughout the palace. Crows swooped down, rose like lightning, and fell like thunderbolts.

The rising air then tore apart the already wrinkled red carpet, turning it into a shower of crimson rain!

Under the double attack of the red rain and the black lightning, Lu Kang stood still, as if he had not reacted. Rasputin seemed to have already seen him beheaded!

He was truly caught off guard by Lu Kang's act of wearing the Magic Workshop costume.

However, this boy was absolutely caught off guard by the trump card he had hidden in his body—the familiar.

Rasputin was very confident that even if Lu Kang reacted, he would definitely not be able to stop this sudden attack!

Because it was too fast—

It was so fast that the black lightning struck, so fast that the sound of metal clashing against stone echoed, so fast that the crow fell to the ground, fluttered twice, and then fell silent.

Even though Rasputin was being held down, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up in a wild, unrestrained arc!

"Stop daydreaming, Grigory Rasputin." Lu Kang's tone was calm, his figure unmoving, as if what was crashing into him was not a familiar that was as fast as lightning and had wings as sharp as blades, but just a few insignificant mosquitoes and ants.

But how could this be? Rasputin's eyes widened instinctively. He hadn't even realized what was happening or understood what had gone wrong. He only saw the crows swooping down and crashing into the boy.

Instead of breaking the human body into pieces as easily as cutting tofu, they smashed themselves to pieces as if they had hit an iron wall!

The next second, Lu Kang finished speaking and pressed down on Rasputin's hand again.

Another second.

Similar yet different patterns to those on the priest's robes emerged from deep within Lu Kang's sleeves, densely covering the boy's entire palm like silk threads.

Then Rasputin understood—

"A double magic workshop!?" He exclaimed in surprise for the second time.

"Surprised?" Lu Kang's face, bathed in light, truly resembled that of an angel, yet also carried a hint of playfulness.

His clothes were not the only ones marked with the magic array of the Magic Workshop; his skin was also covered in it!

His skin is also a 'workshop', with its own system that integrates offense and defense!

The double workshop is also the double sanctuary—Lu Kang's trump card is far more than just an 'outer garment'!

That's why he didn't dodge or evade.

It wasn't because they didn't react in time, but because there was no need to dodge!

Shock, stunned, panicked, fear... endless thoughts surged through Rasputin. He knew he had encountered a genuine monster, a legendary genius of the 'Grand Rank' level. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lu Kang did not give him the chance.

His coat fluttered, its wings drooping like those of an angel, and slowly closed. The intense heat instantly evaporated like a furnace, and Rasputin vanished amidst the blazing light—completely and utterly evaporated!

Rasputin is dead.

From his body to his consciousness, from his material existence to his mystical conceptual existence, everything dissolved into this light.

All that remained was the mottled, spreading dust and a tattered, gold-embroidered blanket.

And the slowly dissipating silvery-white radiance.

Rasputin is dead.

Next, Lu Kang will take his place, becoming a master of mysticism who infiltrates the imperial court.

"The demon has been banished by me." The priest's robe, now completely black, fell silently to the ground. Lu Kang stood there with his hands at his sides, smiling as he looked up at Nicholas II, who was filled with reverence.

A fake smile.

In Nicholas II's eyes, however, it became the epitome of purity and holiness!

Chapter Six: A Small Prophecy Begins with the Librarian

Moments after the dust settled, the Kremlin's halls were once again completely transformed.

Nicholas II was a man who valued pomp and circumstance, and he preferred to sit still and wait until a suitable display was presented.

Having regained his mobility after Rasputin's death, he instantly issued orders, demanding that the palace servants replace the tattered carpets and repair the collapsed palace floors. Sunlight slanted down from outside the doors, enveloping the new decorations in a clear, bright light. Dust particles swirled around Lu Kang like tiny fireflies in the air. He stood in the sunlight, gazing at the palace halls with their newly renovated decorations. His ceremonial robes were black, his posture upright, and his clean, handsome face was serene and quiet.

Nicholas II approached him respectfully, completely losing the majestic demeanor he had displayed as a monarch on the throne!

“Master Lu Kang,” he said, “please come to a seat!”

Lu Kang glanced at him sideways, then looked at the seat that Nicholas II had pointed to.

That seat is higher than the 'throne'!

He knew that in Nikolai's heart he was no different from a god. If things had followed the original trajectory, the only person who could have gained the same level of respect as this 'last Tsar' was Rasputin, who had just died at his hands. Lucan had indeed replaced him, and even done a better and more outstanding job!

In Nikolai's eyes, he was not only a saint, but also a sage!

However, Lu Kang did not move. He simply asked, "Your Highness Alexei, are you alright?"

Lu Kang, of course, had not forgotten this objective.

In any case, 'reverence' is only temporary; only by truly benefiting people can a lasting relationship be maintained!

Seeing that Lu Kang did not move, Nicholas II did not force him, but simply replied respectfully: "Before, Rasputin... that devil, I was bewitched by him and asked him to examine Alexei, and now, Alexei has not had a relapse for two days—"

With a worried expression, Nicholas II, after 'confirming' that Rasputin was a demon, couldn't help but wonder if he had also placed a curse on Alexei...

It was at this moment that he noticed the boy's deep brown eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling, colorful rainbow light, like the starry sky!

“He’s alright,” Lu Kang replied. “I saw his future with my own eyes. That demon, in order to gain your trust, did not harm Prince Alexei. The demon’s power comes from hell, but hell is also created by the gods. As long as we deal with it properly, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

"Your Majesty Nicholas II need not worry—if you are truly concerned, upon returning... you can have His Highness Alexei drink more hot water."

Lu Kang couldn't actually see that the mysterious inscription on his body could only make him stronger, but it couldn't give him the super-high-level magic eye that could see into the future. However, he knew 'history', and for a magician who also worked as a clergyman, pretending to be a god was almost instinctive.

He was 'unreasonable' but 'arrogant'!

"Will drinking more hot water help?" Nicholas II asked with a mixture of respect, fear, and confusion.

“It won’t work on Alexei.” Lu Kang blinked and smiled. “But it will work on you—you wouldn’t feel at ease without any ‘medicine,’ would you?”

This remark was both humorous and endearing, and Nicholas II was finally relieved.

He thought to himself that this 'sage' would not, and had no reason not to, deceive him. He had been deceived by the demon before, but that demon was already dead. So even if the demon had really placed a curse on Alexei, it had now vanished into thin air!

"In that case, I would like to invite you to serve in the palace. I can build a separate palace for you and make offerings to you."

Of course, Nicholas II was still not entirely at ease.

He wanted to keep Lu Kang with him.

Lu Kang was kept in the palace.

This was for Alexei, his frail and pitiful child, and also for himself, his wife, his family, and the safety of his three innocent and lovely daughters!

Lu Kang neither refused nor agreed to this. He simply said, "I am used to living a life of hardship and do not need any palaces—nor do I live in any thatched huts."

"I've heard that the Kremlin has the largest library in the Tsarist Empire, built by Ivan IV, which contains most of the world's books—I'm quite interested in that place."

A smile appeared on the boy's face. He was not in a hurry to interfere in the court and politics. Having replaced Rasputin, he also knew Rasputin's final fate. On the eve of the collapse of the Tsarist Empire, that man had offended too many powerful people by interfering too much in politics and was killed by them. Although he was resurrected several times by mysterious means, he was eventually drowned alive in the water.

Lu Kang didn't want to die.

Although his current strength is not weak, it is not enough for him to deal with all the crises in the world.

Therefore, he needs to accumulate experience first.

Wait until you're strong enough... then come out and wreak havoc!

Unaware of the situation, Nicholas II exclaimed in admiration, "You are truly a man of noble character, a real saint!"

“I believe that someone like you will surely be included among the saints by the church in the future!” he said from the bottom of his heart.

Not indulging in luxury, not clinging to power and wealth, but cherishing knowledge even more – this is undoubtedly the behavior of a 'sage'.

The Tsar held this young but intelligent boy in even higher esteem!

He was imagining things wildly.

"The church?" Lu Kang remained noncommittal. As a magician by nature, he had a bad impression of 'churches' organizations that fanatically believed in gods.

The mystery and the pursuit of faith are inherently incompatible!

However, he also understood that the Tsarist Empire was a country filled with the Church, and that it was not suitable to openly confront the Church in this country.

Even though his current actions seem destined to clash with the 'Church' sooner or later—using the Church's name to interfere in imperial politics is something the Church cannot tolerate.

So he simply said, "Finally, let me give you one more warning—for the next three days, do not let His Highness Alexei enter any bedroom with a chandelier."

This is Rasputin's prophecy in 'history'.

Lu Kang copied it exactly as it was!

...

Nicholas II granted your request and provided you with extremely expensive daily necessities for your use in the Kremlin's library.

For this emperor, who was extremely devout in his faith, a saint could decline enjoyment, but he absolutely could not suppress his inner excitement, otherwise he would be filled with unease.

You accepted these items without any qualms.

You know these items are all from the hard-earned money of the people, and you plan to do something to compensate them in the future, but for you right now, there are more important things to accomplish.

On your first day after checking in, you browse the library's catalog. The hundreds of thousands of books dazzle you and fill you with excitement.

The collection here includes ancient books from ancient Greece, mysticism popular during the Renaissance, humanistic politics from the glorious Roman Empire, and bizarre witchcraft from the Dark Ages.

This collection encompasses the vast and diverse aspects of the Western world, recording mysterious treasures from ancient times to the present—it is not comprehensive, but it is more than enough for you.

You are determined to use them to build your own magic heritage system.

[On the second day after his arrival, you heard that a chandelier had fallen from His Highness Alexei's bedroom and hit his bed. Fortunately, Nicholas II heeded your prediction and did not allow Alexei to rest in the room with the chandelier.]

Alexei was spared because of you.

[Maria Feodorovna, wife of Nicholas II and Empress of the Tsarist Empire, held you in high esteem and deep gratitude.]

The four princesses of the empire are all extremely curious about you.

You begin to immerse yourself in research, becoming indifferent to worldly affairs.

Chapter Seven: The Mysterious Tome, Anastasia

You begin to immerse yourself in research, becoming indifferent to worldly affairs.

For you, the Kremlin Library, with its vast collection of books, is a huge treasure trove waiting to be discovered. As the saying goes, "There are houses of gold and beauties in books."

But you're not in a hurry to succeed. You know that countless wise people throughout history have served as librarians, such as Lao Tzu in the Spring and Autumn Period of ancient China, Aristotle in ancient Greece, and so on in modern China... You understand that true dragons rise from the dust.

Having years of experience in magic research and being a genuine theological master, you also know the principle that haste makes waste. Therefore, you spend your days in the library, but not reading 24 hours a day. You receive visiting Nicholas II, offering him guidance. You never personally examined Alexei, but instead directly provided Nicholas II with the method to completely cure him—Nicholas II is extremely grateful to you. You also chat with other visiting court members, answering their questions.

You started writing a diary.

You wrote this in your diary—

Nicholas II was a contradictory figure, flamboyant yet devout. He was ambitious, extravagant, and wasteful. Every time he went out, he was accompanied by a procession of well-trained soldiers, carrying flowers, red carpets, and gold decorations to express his respect for the gods.

[In contrast, Her Majesty the Empress, who often accompanied Nicholas II, was an undeniable beauty. She was also a devout believer, with long, beautiful silver hair. She often wore off-the-shoulder Victorian gowns, the voluminous skirts accentuating her rounded hips and long legs, making her exceptionally alluring. Besides arriving with Nicholas II, she would occasionally come alone in the middle of the night to pray for divine guidance.]

We had a simple and in-depth exchange—limited to verbal communication only.

["Although comforting believers is a common practice in the church in this era, and although the Empress intends to do so, I am not Rasputin, and now is not the time."]

【Be patient】

[“I am not surnamed Cao, nor am I the Prime Minister,” you used this sentence to end your diary, your ambitions lie elsewhere.]

[But Her Majesty the Empress's longing for you only grows stronger—'What you can't have always stirs your heart,' you think to yourself.]

【…】

[During your fifty-one days at the Kremlin Library, you hear that a wave of revolutionary thinking has swept through the Tsarist country.]