What if you ascend to the wrong world?

good?

What does "okay" mean?

In what aspects is it alright?

You should explain yourself clearly. Three hours is more than enough time to do something...

Boom!

"Ugh!" Ivia covered her forehead. "Why did you hit me!"

Is that all you have on your mind?

This guy is hopeless.

"..." After a moment of stunned silence, Ivia stiffened her neck. "I just finished a few pages of drafts, and my brain hasn't quite caught up yet."

And it's no wonder she's overthinking things.

After all, her teacher once said that if she were to find a partner, she must find someone who is both smarter and stronger than her.

Ye Tu perfectly fits this standard!

"Has it turned around yet?"

“It’s turned around,” Ivia said honestly.

Thinking about it carefully, what if Ye Tu really became the teacher's partner...?

Wouldn't I become the superfluous one?

hiss~

No, no, absolutely not!

……

……

after a while.

Ye Tu has left the Mage Association.

Ivia was exhausted after a long day, so she went home to rest.

The night was past midnight, and the entire holy city of Loser was eerily quiet.

Apart from the occasional sound brought by the evening breeze, the only other sound was the sound of one's own footsteps.

Ye Tu walked alone on the street, recalling his meeting with Daphne.

He gained a lot from tonight's meeting.

First and foremost, the most important point.

Through Daphne's condition, he completely understood the extraordinary system that existed before the 'demigods' of this world.

'Too rough.'

Yes!

It's just rough!

This was his only feeling after figuring out part of the extraordinary system in this world.

The existence of demigods and above is not yet fully certain.

However, those below the level of demigods, whether in their methods of climbing the ladder of the extraordinary or in their use of extraordinary power, are all extremely crude.

In particular, the method Daphne described for igniting the divine fire was countless times cruder than the method he had previously deduced. It was a complete gamble with one's life, and one wrong move could result in the destruction of both body and soul!

If this were the world before his ascension, even the most radical demonic cultivators wouldn't dare to do this.

Not to mention the series of problems such as physical and mental imbalance and the inability to fully control oneself.

how to say……

The extraordinary system of this world always gave him the feeling that it was just getting started.

But upon closer examination, it seems unlikely.

After all, in the ancient era of gods, so many deities roamed the world, and there were even inconceivable beings like the 'Ancient Gods'.

This is definitely supported by a complete and mature system, but these...

It seems they all fell into disarray after the gods returned to the astral plane.

Is it related to the 'Ancient Gods'?

As Daphne mentioned before, the gods returned to the astral plane and no longer roamed the world because of the 'Old Gods'.

It seems...

We still need to capture an apostle of original sin who is pursuing the authority of the 'Ancient God'.

I'm thinking about it.

As if sensing something, Ye Xiang suddenly looked up at the sky!

More accurately, it was looking at the Dawn Cathedral suspended in the air.

The yin-yang symbol has already appeared deep within the pupils, revealing the difference between illusion and reality.

He saw it.

It was a dark, somber atmosphere that appeared abruptly in the Dawn Cathedral.

It was exactly the same 'ancient god' aura that Cyril had been tainted with, just as he had seen before.

Is it the Apostle of Original Sin who came into contact with Cyril?

It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep.

They were just thinking of capturing an apostle of original sin to study when this person delivered himself to their doorstep.

Since Cyril hired him to deal with him, then he shouldn't blame Cyril for being impolite.

The next second, Ye Tu's figure faded away like a drawing erased from a piece of paper.

Call ~

As a gust of evening wind blew by, there was not a soul to be seen on the street.

……

……

Dawn Cathedral.

Nave.

Cyril knelt before the statue of the Lord of Dawn, his eyes filled with a strange interplay of deep darkness and dazzling gold.

It's been two days!

It's been two whole days!

Thinking of what Elliott had said before, that Irene Vitte regarded Nayetu as her master and even said that she liked the feeling of being dominated by him.

Cyril felt as if a fire was burning inside him.

"Tsk tsk!"

A biting cold wind swept through the entire central hall.

"Isn't this Archbishop Cyril of the Church of Dawn, a follower of our great Lord of Dawn?"

A mocking voice sounded from behind.

Cyril paused, stood up, and looked back.

The newcomer was dressed in a black robe and wore a hood. He was not particularly tall, but his entire being exuded a cold and sinister aura.

"How did you end up so down and out?"

Cyril remained expressionless, but the darkness in his eyes overshadowed the golden light at that moment.

"You made a special trip just to see me make a fool of myself."

"Yes," the newcomer chuckled softly, "the once high and mighty archbishop is now kneeling here like a dog, what a rare sight."

"..."

Cyril stared at him for a long while before suppressing his anger and saying in a deep voice:

"Do me a favor."

Although he didn't have much affection for these lunatics, he hated Ye Tu, who had taken Irene Vitte away, even more.

"I won't help!"

"You can listen to my terms first."

"No matter the conditions, I won't help you." The man's smile was quite malicious.

"While you're still kneeling here like a dog, Irene Vitte is probably having a great time with that pretty boy."

"But I'm not going to help you, aren't you angry?"

Oh shit!

Cyril's old face turned bright red, and a faint golden light shone from his right hand.

"Want to make a move?" The newcomer shrugged and stretched his head forward.

"Come on, shoot here!"

"If I don't beat you, I'll be a fool!"

boom!

A dazzling ray of light burst forth, overshadowing the moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating the entire church.

He kept calling him an old dog and a grandson, until Cyril finally couldn't take it anymore and stopped caring whether he was still in front of the statue of the Lord of Dawn.

The blazing golden light arrived in an instant, but the moment it touched the person, it seemed to strike a layer of illusory shadow.

The figure of the visitor vanished like a thin mist, leaving only a mocking remark echoing before the statue.

"What a pity, even if you beat me to death, Irene Vitte won't even give you a second glance, you old and ugly dog."

"..."

Cyril clenched his fists, the darkness in his eyes completely obscuring the golden light, and the urge to disregard Elio's orders, rush out, find Ye Tu, and crush him to death grew stronger.

"Cyrillic."

A gaunt old man appeared at the door at some unknown time.

Even though they were far apart, the voice rang clearly in his ears, instantly extinguishing any impulse he felt.

"Your Majesty..."

Cyril's voice was somewhat hoarse.

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An overwhelming sense of fear welled up inside me.

Own……

Just now, the apostle of original sin was enraged by three sentences and lost his reason, actually taking action under the Lord's watchful eye!

What an overstepping of authority!

“You are guilty.” Elliott’s voice came clearly into my ears.

"me……"

Cyril wanted to explain.

He wanted to say that he hadn't, and that his attack on the apostle of original sin was just an accident.

but……

"The Lord knows everything, are you still going to deny it?"