The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

Upon waking from the dream, Xue Dinglu tentatively asked, "Is there any hope for that world?"

Although he had no memory of what happened afterward, if it weren't for the coincidence, he knew it was all over when the name "Zijera" came out.

[It's hopeless, awaiting annihilation.]

The world consciousness responded directly.

Xue Law: "..."

He knew that the parallel world clones created by Earth were meant to serve as dumping grounds, to be burned together once the dumping grounds were full.

However, while he was still alive, Xue Law still felt that it was worth saving him, essentially just throwing away the trash while keeping the original trash can, instead of burning the trash can along with it.

However, he is not panicking now. After experiencing the fairy tale world, he understands that the more panicked he is, the more likely he is to make mistakes. After all, the problem is big, and panicking will not help.

With Qi Jiela already out, it's unthinkable what other monsters and demons might emerge from behind Xue Law.

The ancient Greek world consciousness was reluctant to be destroyed because too much had been invested. The parallel worlds that have been destroyed later probably wouldn't feel bad about it, since there hasn't been much investment.

So, there are benefits to banishing magic...?

Xue Ludao grumbled as he turned his gaze to the old mystic in the consciousness space. He found that the old mystic hadn't slept all night. The original 84 pages of A4 paper had been completely organized in order and logically. He had also picked up a piece of paper and made countless additions to the manuscript. The dense data in those additions could be used as study notes for the manuscript.

Judging from his crazed state, he's probably still in a state of extreme high. Xue Lude can more or less understand his current state. After reading part of the mystic's memories, he understands that these people are only "human" in a physiological sense.

But its essence and humanity have been distorted; it is a madman who will stop at nothing for magic.

They are a group of people who fall between ordinary people and magicians. They have neither the freedom of ordinary people who are indifferent to everything, nor the real abilities and wisdom of magicians. They see the possibilities and new world of magic through the small hole, but they themselves sing the song of tears behind bars and can never reach the reality of using magic.

So when he saw Xue's magic, he went completely mad. When he learned real magic from Xue, even if it was just the most basic Holy Light spell, even if it was just a draft of a fairy tale magic that was completely unusable, he had a strong urge to "die for it".

Xue now knew how to deal with this kind of person. This old man was not a bad person, but he was definitely not a good person either. He was the kind of person who was absolutely neutral. Perhaps for him, if he could master magic and use it to slaughter innocent people, he would definitely not show any mercy.

But if the condition for learning magic is to become a saint, he will also make himself a true saint who cuts off his own flesh to feed the eagle. Everything is for magic, and he is willing to do anything for magic.

Now, Xue Luding was looking at the old man inside his body as he got up and glanced at his class schedule. His life was too relaxed. He would skip required classes and elective classes, and sometimes he would skip all of them when he was on a business trip.

Because there are only a few students majoring in disaster medicine, the teacher can tell whether Schrödinger's Law applies or not as soon as class starts.

Today was a busy day with many classes, and just as he was about to leisurely eat breakfast before heading to school, he suddenly heard the extremely excited shouts of the mystic in his consciousness space.

"It's done, it's done, I did it! Hehe, hehehehehe, hahaha!!!" The excited voice seemed to pierce Xue Luding's eardrums and reach his thoughts.

There's a kind of beauty that comes from a madman going crazy.

Xue Law: "..."

What's got you so excited?

Xue Dinglu arrived directly in the consciousness space and saw this person lying on the manuscript, checking his manuscript against Old Watson's manuscript bit by bit. Then, he saw Xue Dinglu and immediately said excitedly.

"Your Excellency, I've succeeded! I've finally recreated one of his spells with the help of this unknown predecessor's great manuscript!" Austin exclaimed excitedly, holding up his achievement.

Then, the next moment, I heard him begin chanting and activating his magical "hypnotic spell"!

Xue Law: "..."

After all that, it turns out to be this technique...

The hypnosis in fairy tales is quite different from that in Japanese dramas. It means exactly what it says: it can put people to sleep quickly, rather than being written as "hypnosis" and read as "mind control" in Japanese dramas.

The hypnosis in fairy tales is simply putting someone to sleep; it's equivalent to deceiving the other person's hippocampus and making them drowsy.

But the most amazing thing about this hypnosis is that the person who falls asleep can remain in a state of not eating or drinking for hundreds or thousands of years, without any metabolism, and will be in almost the same physiological state after waking up as before falling asleep.

Of course, after reading the spell, he discovered that this magical ability was no longer there. Although it could still reduce metabolism, it was now more of a spell that made others sleepy.

It was a rather interesting little technique, and Xue decided to keep it in his library, since it might come in handy for something like lulling someone to sleep.

While a similar effect can be achieved through the manifestation of fantasy, he can't possibly conjure up a sleeping tea and force-feed it to someone, can he?

"Not bad, to achieve such a breakthrough in just one day," Xue Dinglu said to Austin, offering his encouragement.

“No, it’s all because of your kindness to me. Whether it’s the Holy Light spell or this manuscript from the senior, they are priceless treasures to me. I can never repay your kindness.” The mystic clearly knew how to distinguish between the two, and he immediately began to speak.

Xue Law: "..."

He wasn't quite sure what was going on in the old scholar's mind, but looking at him, Xue Dinglu said, "Do you want to know where my Holy Light magic comes from?"

The mystic was taken aback, then saw an intense excitement emanating from him beneath his monocle.

So Xue Dinglu didn't waste any words, handed him his phone, opened "Ultraman," and said, "Watch more tokusatsu shows; you can learn about improving magic from them."

Mystic: "???"

Chapter 176 The "Xue's Law" in Parallel Worlds

He clearly knew about Ultraman, but seeing Xue Dinglu's serious expression, he didn't refute it. Instead, he put down the manuscript and began to seriously look at the tokusatsu drama in his hands, which he originally thought was for children.

After all, as long as it's related to magic, he felt he could play Garden Babies on repeat 24/7 without any problem.

"Do you want to know the limits of Holy Light?" Xue asked the mystic in front of him.

"Holy Light spell..." he murmured, looking at the tokusatsu silhouette that appeared in his hand, his expression suddenly becoming excited, "Could it be..."

"Yes, you guessed right. While Holy Light is the most basic form of light magic, if developed to its fullest potential, it can be considered one of the strongest abilities. And the pinnacle of light magic lies in these stories you might have previously looked down upon—stories meant for children." Xue Dinglu pointed to his phone.

"Watch more tokusatsu shows. I won't provide you with any more magic, but Holy Light is the most versatile magic. It all depends on how far you can develop it."

After saying that, he left his magic academy without waiting for the old mystic to say anything more.

Looking at the empty school, and then at the tokusatsu drama in my hand.

"The limits of light magic!" He no longer devoted much of his attention to old Watson's manuscripts, but instead began to seriously study the tokusatsu drama in his hands.

Since that god-like senior told me to watch more tokusatsu (special effects) shows, there must be a reason for it.

……

When Xue Dinglu arrived at the school gate again today, sure enough, there were even more people queuing in front of the food stalls. Yesterday, there was only a queue of about ten people, but today the queue was almost extending to the curb.

Xue Luding clicked his tongue in amazement, and at the same time felt that the two female knight sisters were also working hard. After receiving two million in aid from the Silver Kingdom, the funds should not be in a hurry, but they are still here selling pancakes.

Perhaps for them, this business of selling pancakes and live streaming is much more interesting than their previous lives. Coupled with their efforts for the restoration of the Silver Kingdom, they may really work hard to do this business well.

For the princess of the Silver Kingdom, earning back tens of thousands of subsidies in a single day would be quite an achievement. Perhaps a word of encouragement from the little princess would be more important to them than anything else, as if their decades of hard-earned martial arts skills had finally paid off.

Xue Luding looked at their hands. Although they were female knights from a fairy tale world, their hands were very rough and deformed and twisted from long-term use of heavy weapons. Now, these hands, which were used for fighting and training martial arts, were probably best used to make pancakes.

They seemed to spot Xue Dinglu out of the corner of their eye, opened their mouths to speak, then immediately closed them, but still secretly gave Xue Dinglu a knightly salute.

When making pancakes, you don't need to be rigid about etiquette. You're not a pancake knight.

Xue Dinglu nodded and walked back to the school like a veteran cadre inspecting his subordinates.

Perhaps by combining theory with practice, these country bumpkins from another world will combine the theoretical knowledge they gained in Longchang with their labor, creating a truly new set of ideas that belong to them.

Instead of the old feudal serf era and primitive mindset.

In fact, Xue Law really enjoys seeing the people of the Silver Kingdom transformed into working people, whether it's the little princess washing weeds with a pitchfork, the female knights making pancakes, the old mage starting to farm and repair roads, or the knight commander becoming a busy porter...

This is true transformation, not the kind of feudal serfs who go anywhere and shout about occupying land, then restoring their country, making peace through marriage, paying tribute, and indemnities.

Back at school, Xue Dinglu began his day as an ordinary college student.

I take clinical medicine courses with students from the medical school, study fire protection in the fire protection department in the afternoon, and then the last class is either English or Ideological and Moral Cultivation.

Today, the senior student named Lian Shan "bumped into" him once, and they talked about many things that happened in their band.

Because someone in the band passed away and the band disbanded, it seems that she finally found Xue Daolu to confide in.

Xue Law: "..."

It's clear that Senior Sister Lian Shan doesn't want the band to disband. She's always wanted to bring the band back together. After all, even though it's just a hobby, this little band was one of the few dreams and joys they had in their spare time.

She said that because of the lead singer's death, they had to let someone else take over the lead singer's position, which caused a lot of problems in the band. Some other band members seemed to be having real-life family problems, some were recently so emotionally unstable that they seemed to have a mental breakdown, and some were like obsessive-compulsive patients who needed others to play according to their ideas...

In conclusion: None of them are human.

Listening to the senior's complaints, Xue Law even thought that maybe you should just disband your band. How could you possibly run a band well with these amazing people?

However, he did not speak, but listened quietly, occasionally responding to show that he was listening and not distracted.

"We're going to have a performance in the auditorium tonight. Would you like to come and listen?" she asked.

Xue Law: "..."

In the evening, he might watch a tokusatsu drama with an older man from a parallel world and discuss the feasibility of turning the skills in the tokusatsu drama into modern magic.

"Maybe," Xue Dinglu said casually. "I don't know if there's evening self-study."

"Well, if you have time, you should definitely come. I think they'll only perform well if there's an audience."

Xue Dinglu didn't care about this little incident. He could go and listen to the show while watching tokusatsu dramas with the older men at night.

Looking at the consciousness space, the mystic began to compose a ball of light. Sure enough, Xue Law knew his thought process. He had gone through the same mental process when he first learned the Holy Light spell. Now, seeing another person composing a ball of light just like him, and even studying whether light could form a substantial cut, he immediately smiled and clearly felt a sense of "pleasure".

Old scholar, you certainly haven't disappointed me. Let's study the Specium Ray together today.

As for the band? Xue Law directly sent a message saying he had other things to do tonight, and that the sooner the Shenren Band disbanded, the sooner they would be free, and there was no need to torture themselves and their teammates.

……

"Indeed, your idea is correct. My imagination was not enough in applying light!" The old mystic watched excitedly as the light in his hand began to rotate as if it were a physical entity, and he immediately felt an indescribable pleasure.

Imagination—using magic requires imagination!

The power of magic is indeed completely different from mysticism. According to modern science, mysticism is like an illusion, more of a means of deception and the use of props, but magic is the true control of energy.

The energy is entirely in your hands; as long as you control the force enough, you can even mold the energy into any shape you desire.

"Therefore, my personal understanding is that the mastery of magic should not be limited to the individual manifestation of magic; the changes in the nature and form of energy are also extremely important lessons." Xue Dinglu said, as an eight-part light wheel appeared in his hand, also spinning.

Compared to the old mystic's light, which only had a rotating animation, Xue's eight-part light wheel could already finely slice the super beast into minced meat.

"The so-called change of properties means giving magic more properties. For example, in addition to the property of 'brightness,' light also has the property of transmitting heat energy. Therefore, the main means of light to cause damage is thermal cutting." Xue Dinglu casually conjured up a stone, and the Eight-Point Light Wheel easily cut the stone in half.

"Form change is to transform the external manifestation of energy into a form that is more suitable for its release and use. For example, the one just now was imitating the 'eight-part light wheel,' and the principle is similar to that of a chainsaw."

The old mystic frantically took notes; this magical knowledge was priceless to him. These days, he didn't know if what was flowing in his blood was blood or adrenaline; in any case, he had no intention of resting for a moment.

Xue Law wanted to give this old mystic a hint, to see if he could develop a beam technique similar to "Specium".

The Schrödinger's law for light cutting is being used very well now, but the development of laser-like light beams has been stuck in a bottleneck.

"By the way, do you remember 'Zijera'?" Xue asked.

"Zijera? An ancient plant, the kind that can be addictive?" the old mystic asked, seemingly picking up on the reference to Xue's Law.

"It's nothing." Xue Dinglu realized that he wasn't lying. It seemed that this occultist had really forgotten a lot of his memories. He had forgotten why he went to Salem, and even why he went to Salem in the first place.

……

That night, Xue Dinglu dreamed of more of his memories.

And, very strange content...

He saw himself in the old mystic's memories!

I saw "Xue's Law," which was a graduate student in clinical medicine at Boston University. In the memory of the old mystic, he had secretly exchanged some mystical biological knowledge with "Xue's Law of the Research Institute."

Xue Dinglu then realized that it might be a parallel universe version of himself. If he hadn't entered the realm of the extraordinary, he might have become a proper professional doctor, and even pursued graduate studies abroad...

However, in the old mystic's memory, his counterpart in that other world also seemed to have one foot in the realm of mysticism.

However, Xue's Law from the other world only appeared in his memory for a moment. Soon, Xue's Law saw what he wanted.

Regarding the subsequent research on Salem, Xue Lude saw that those mystics were frantically studying the roots of "Zijera," and after successfully discovering that it contained magic, they became unstoppable.

They began by trying to transplant the roots of "Zijera" onto the bodies of animals, creating "monsters" that were half-animal and half-plant. These monsters could even photosynthesize and use magic in a rudimentary way.

Xue Law: "..."

Then, seemingly still not satisfied, they began to try transplanting it onto themselves, allowing themselves to grow some of the roots and structure of a plant, gradually becoming "vegetative people" in order to gain "magic".

That's it, it's over.

Chapter 177 The Mysterious Matching Mechanism of the Abstract Region

Xue's Law finally understood why, when he asked the World Consciousness, its reply was, "It's hopeless, just wait to die, farewell."

In subsequent observations, the reckless mystics discovered that the dead could be resurrected using Zijera's magic and properties, which they named "Shinki Reincarnation".

Even more outrageous is the idea of ​​directly transferring false memories to the resurrected remains of Zijra, thus creating a fake "living dead" that is completely under your control.