My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Why aren't you angry?" the shadow asked, breathing heavily. Behind that question seemed to lie an endless, suppressed rage.

"What are you angry about?" Wayne couldn't detect any connection between this space and the outside world.

"Your beloved father abandoned you, and the playmates you longed for reject you—"

“But my life isn’t just about those things, is it?” Wayne calmly interrupted the negative suggestion from the shadow.

Perhaps these were the most painful memories in Wayne's heart back then, but now he clearly doesn't see them that way.

So, this seed was not actually synchronized with my later experiences?

Wayne seemed to have realized something.

"Speaking of which, are you a being with independent consciousness?" He was somewhat concerned about this.

"Heh...heh heh heh...I am you." The shadow laughed eerily, "The real you hidden deep within your heart."

"—Otherwise, how could I know about those hidden past events?"

Tsk.

But you haven't shown me even a tiny bit of my memories from my past life in the modern world.

Chapter 610 feels like there's a huge cliffhanger...

This shadow of malice... seems a bit dull.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he asked, "So, according to the usual pattern, as long as I merge with you, I can gain powerful strength?"

Is this how all dark magic is passed down?

First, it stirs up the user's evil thoughts, then intensifies their emotions, and finally achieves its goal by guiding the "seed".

“That’s right!” As a voice exactly like his own rang out, the shadows lurking all around seemed unable to contain themselves and began to undulate.

A low, mocking laugh seemed to mock his wavering resolve.

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good."

Anyone who despises their past weakness can firmly refuse power that comes knocking on their door.

"But—" Wayne immediately delivered a punch to the face, "Your strength is too weak!"

The feeling of his fist touching his opponent was like shattering a piece of plaster; the pale, blurry face broke into fragments of varying sizes that scattered in all directions. Breaking through the shadow, Wayne reached out to grab the "seed" that seemed to be at the center of this world.

More and more fragments of memory are flooding into my mind.

The way he toddled along holding his mother's warm hand as a child, the way his father smiled and watched him from behind the fireplace, the way he played happily with the older children in the family... But he kept moving forward without a moment's hesitation.

The pitch-black river kept washing over his body, while a transparent, colorless torrent flowed past him.

A mix of emotions welled up within him, yet Wayne was unusually calm.

"Got you!"

All the magic in his body flowed backwards towards the seed, attempting to stop him. A strange wail faintly came from the shadows—not heard with the ears, but directly transmitted into his heart.

The moment he clenched his fist tightly, the darkness receded and the nightmare ended.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was still the familiar scene.

Lying on the bed, he held a jet-black, translucent oval object in his hand, which looked like some kind of jade.

"Dark magic..."

He cannot yet understand the composition of this power.

Strangely, when he tried to shrink it, he could manipulate it just as easily as with ordinary earth magic.

Undoubtedly, the magical "magical girl power" can completely suppress this still weak force.

The sky outside the window was still dark, and it was unclear how much longer it would take until dawn.

After calming his thoughts for a while, Wayne threw off the covers, put on his indoor slippers, and jumped out of the window.

The exquisitely crafted doghouse stood quietly in a corner of the courtyard, and even as Wayne approached, the creature curled up inside did not react to his arrival.

After a pause, Wayne asked softly, "Who...who are you?"

He had suspected this before. But in the past few years, it had never shown any real hostility towards him, and had even helped him in many ways, intentionally or unintentionally. So Wayne put aside the things he couldn't figure out for the time being.

But the fact that the power it granted him gave him such overwhelming control over dark magic once again aroused his strong suspicions.

It's important to understand that in the original work, light magic and dark magic are undoubtedly top-tier combat abilities; even ordinary mages capable of sweeping through an entire nation wouldn't find them particularly difficult to defeat. How could he have so easily overcome such a formidable obstacle, which should have been a major antagonist?

Even though he was a chosen one who had transmigrated, it was still a bit unbelievable that the incident was resolved so easily.

Upon closer reflection, could the entity that truly and completely disrupted the original plot not be himself or Chris from the very beginning, but rather the very person who had repeatedly warned him "not to stray from the main storyline"—Xiaobai?

Its sudden appearance and the intervention it brought both reveal extreme irrationality.

After a long silence, a cold child's voice came from the doghouse.

"...If I were you, even if I had doubts, I wouldn't come knocking on your door to ask questions."

“So you are not me,” Wayne said.

Although the words were very polite, the truth is that they dared to be so direct because they were somewhat confident that the other party wouldn't turn against them.

Regardless of its purpose in lurking here and having a series of interactions with me, at least for now, its goal has not been achieved, so my personal safety is probably not a big problem.

An invisible magical field unfolded, enveloping an area of ​​dozens of meters around the doghouse. The biting wind abruptly stopped, and the fallen leaves caught in the wind froze in mid-air.

A strange, all-white dog slowly emerged and gently stepped onto the lawn.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to spend your life here in comfort and happiness, wielding the power to sweep away everything?" it asked.

"It's very enjoyable, but I want to confirm how long this enjoyment will last."

If one becomes too engrossed in pleasure and ignores the potential dangers lurking behind it... the final result might be like that suddenly mutated Dark Seed. At that point, there might not be any more powerful cheat codes to help one escape.

Wayne was on high alert, wary of any possible attack.

The white dog looked at him and smiled strangely.

"—Satisfy me."

Wayne: "Huh?"

As if oblivious to the strangeness in his expression, the white dog wagged its tail.

“As long as you satisfy me, you can stay happy forever,” it said meaningfully. “Wayne Wincher.”

Wait a minute! This sentence probably doesn't mean what I thought it meant, right?

Under his complicated yet disapproving gaze, Xiaobai's explanation barely dispelled his doubts.

"Didn't I tell you? I am an observer from another dimension." Its tone was almost flat. "My mission was to prevent the spread of witchification, but I failed in the last world."

"The out-of-control witch devoured everything... In the end, I used the last bit of my strength to transfer myself to this lower-dimensional world."

"Fortunately, I met you by chance, a magical girl suitor who is perfect in every sense of the word."

"What exactly does it meet the requirements?! Were all the magical girls in your last world male?!" Wayne exclaimed helplessly. "And why not just give them a more descriptive title?!"

"Oh, that's how it's supposed to be, please don't mind it." Xiaobai was completely unmoved by his resentment.

"In short, with your help, my strength is gradually recovering, which is also very beneficial to you." Its narration was unhurried and sounded very convincing.

Wayne frowned slightly: "So, you mean that every time I transform, your power will recover a little?"

I always feel like there's a huge pitfall waiting for me.

Chapter 611 Wild Ideas

According to its own account, it has remained at the Duke of Winchester's mansion only to better recover its abilities.

"How long will it take for you to recover to your peak condition?" Wayne couldn't help but ask.

This strange white dog not only knows that I am a transmigrator, but also knows the original main storyline of this world... Can these secrets be explained simply by the term "another observer"?

Even if I were to travel to another unfamiliar world again, I could not possibly predict what would happen after that point in time.

Maybe--

"Hmm, I don't know either," Xiaobai muttered to herself. "Perhaps we need more witch-transformation events to provide energy."

"If I'm not mistaken, things like 'witchification' shouldn't have existed in the first place, right? At least, they didn't exist in this world originally."

Wayne tried to discern its inner turmoil from its expression, but such an attempt was ultimately wishful thinking.

“That’s right.” Xiaobai didn’t intend to hide this from him.

“You can simply think of me as a source of pollution. My arrival polluted this plane. As a result, the ‘witch-ification’ virus spread to various places through me, and began to distort and erode the original world lines.”

"This pollution...can't be completely eliminated?" Wayne asked.

"No, because it's impossible to determine the extent of the impact unless we kill all of humanity first," Xiaobai said indifferently. "But if we do that, the world will only collapse even faster."

"Hiss, does that mean I have to keep eliminating them indefinitely?"

Although the task itself was not difficult for me, a passive approach was clearly not a long-term solution.

"Don't worry. As my power slowly recovers, the fluctuations in the world line should, in normal circumstances, become stable," it said. "But all of this is contingent on the two of you, travelers from outside the world, refraining from doing anything unnecessary."

"...A single hair can affect the whole body. Any seemingly minor change can disrupt the threads that the god of fate has already secretly woven."

On the still lawn, the "Observer's" low, somewhat wicked chuckle echoed.

"When will it become an intractable knot? I'm really looking forward to your performance, male lead."

Wayne gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

The term "male lead" sounds like a self-deprecating joke.

I keep saying there's nothing to worry about, but I'm afraid no matter how much I worry, it won't make a difference.

They're not real actors, so how could they possibly portray life exactly like the original animated storyline? As for the so-called "unnecessary things," Chris and I have already done countless things like that.

Having roughly discerned what he was thinking, Xiaobai snorted dismissively.

"So don't feel like I'm the one causing you trouble. If it weren't for my protection, you would have ruined yourself long ago."

Upon careful reflection on his past actions, Wayne found it hard to deny this.

"So, the price to pay... is simply to help you eliminate that strange [witchification phenomenon]?"

"Does that mean you want to pay for something else?" Xiaobai tilted her head and glanced at his waist.

As its gaze swept over him, Wayne shuddered.

"No, I absolutely did not mean that!"

Regardless of how much truth there is in what it says, Wayne can only believe and accept it for now.

—I wonder if combining light magic and dark magic could suppress this external force.

The thought appeared in my mind almost subconsciously.

But soon, Wayne dismissed this far-fetched idea.

Light and darkness are naturally mutually exclusive, and their conflict is so intense that even getting close to each other can easily lead to loss of control.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne opened his palm, revealing a strange substance that was jet black and translucent, resembling jade.

"I have the seed of dark magic within me."

He stated the facts calmly.

"Well, so that's it." Xiaobai seemed completely unsurprised by this.

It seems that it was already aware of this.

"Is there a normal way to master dark magic? I mean, can one master its use through self-directed, systematic learning, rather than through brainwashing-like malicious indoctrination?"

Since it didn't seem to intend to punish him immediately, Wayne decided to take advantage of its help.

"Hmm? You're actually interested in dark magic? Dark magic is nothing compared to the magical girl power I've bestowed upon you." Its tone was quite arrogant.

"But this is the only magic that can be learned later in life."

Wayne was not fooled by its self-praise.

The more you know about "magic" itself, the easier it is to become confused.