Divine Might of God

The Heaven-Piercing Tower, the Supreme Hall.

The elites of the Continental Magic Association gathered outside the main hall, awaiting an audience.

Serie sat cross-legged on the golden throne, awarding certificates to those who had passed the examination, and incidentally fulfilling the requirements for a new Level One Mage.

Fern, dressed in a black robe, was the second to enter and stood on the red carpet.

"According to the rules I set, everyone who passes the first-level magic test can apply to learn one spell. Tell me! What kind of spell do you want?"

Serie looked at Fern with anticipation.

I eagerly anticipate Fern making a challenging request, only for her to pretend it's incredibly simple, effortlessly unleashing her magical powers, leaving no trace of her true intentions.

"I want to learn the Magic of Eternal Youth."

Fern looked at Serie nervously, wondering if she possessed the magic that women dreamed of.

Serie chuckled, summoned the Grimoire containing the secret of eternal youth, and handed it over.

Fern glanced at the book cover, his eyes reddened, his fingers trembled, and he was overwhelmed with emotion.

That's wonderful! I can stay young forever, just like Dugu Qing. I no longer have to worry about him seeing me grow old. That's wonderful!

"Go ahead!"

Fern's excitement was the highest praise and the best recognition for Serie.

Her starry eyes were half-closed in bliss, and her face was beaming with a happy smile.

Fern bowed politely and turned to leave.

When I walked out of the main hall, my legs and arms were weak, and I was even more amazed by the wonder of the magical world, which gave me a great boost in confidence.

The way he looked at Dugu Qing became increasingly undisguised.

Next, Denken, Ubel... all entered and obtained the magic they wanted.

It was Dugu Qing's turn. He pushed open the door, entered the main hall, and stood on the carpet three meters away from Serie.

"Dugu Qing! With your looks and temperament, light magic is the most suitable for you. Have you decided what you want to learn?"

Faced with the Holy Son who has drawn the Hero's Sword, Serie automatically adopts the perspective of a savior.

With a flick of her jade-like hand, she summoned the magic.

Over thousands of years, Serie had meticulously researched powerful magic, high-level magic, mythical magic, and forbidden magic, all of which surged up from the bookshelves on both sides, forming a wall that floated in the air, Dugu Qing to choose freely.

Dugu Qing looked up and was greeted by a vast array of magic, like a constellation of stars and the bright moon.

Holy Light, Aurora Slash, Radiant Sun Sword, Great Light Sword...

The Divine Might of God, the God's Throne, the God's Armor, the Sacred Sword...

Holy Spirit Slash, Judgment of Justice, Angel's Wings...

Dugu Qing is numb!

What happened?!

These magical spells look so pleasing to the eye, so appealing!

It seemed to flow from my own heart, perfectly matching my aesthetic sense, truly...

What a disappointment!

Originally, Dugu Qing thought that only he would like the existence of the sacred and elegant, and always took it as his mission to develop the sacred magic.

He regarded it as his mission.

I never expected this!

Serie was developed a long time ago!

This is... very heartbreaking.

My unique creativity! My unique aesthetic sense! My unique mission! All gone! Now, what will I use to pass the time when I'm bored?

"How about that? This is the magic I invented, pretty amazing, right!"

Serie stepped down from her throne, passed through the floating Grimoire, and excitedly showed off the magic she had invented to Dugu Qing.

Dugu Qing nodded perfunctorily.

Serie gave Dugu Qing a full minute to choose, and then spoke.

"Hey! Tell me now! What kind of magic do you want? As long as I have it, I can have it."

Remembering the agreement he had made with Frieren before coming, Dugu Qing no longer hesitated.

I want the Hair-Cleansing Magic.

Serie thought she had misheard, blinked repeatedly, and looked at Dugu Qing in disbelief.

What? I didn't hear you.

Hair-Cleansing Magic? What is that? Can it destroy Demons? Can it save the world?

Why did you choose that thing?

Serie's smile gradually faded, her face shrouded in shadow. She remained silent, exuding a terrifying aura, as if a volcano about to erupt was lurking behind her.

"Don't you know the Hair-Cleansing Magic?"

Dugu Qing was surprised. This kind of life magic was something Frieren was very proficient in; she had easily mastered hundreds of types!

Serie, known as the encyclopedia of magic, surely has some knowledge of everyday magic!

Defeating the Demons and saving the world, no matter how powerful, can only happen once, and there's no going back.

But you have to wash your hair every day.

Dugu Qing had already weighed the pros and cons.

"Give."

Serie, who could read minds, lost her smugness and awkwardly summoned Hair-Cleansing Magic, handing it over expressionlessly.

Dugu Qing took the spell, read through the Hair-Cleansing Magic, learned it immediately, and left satisfied.

"Such talent! What a disaster! Frieren, what kind of ideas have you been instilling in your students?!"

Watching Dugu Qing leave, Serie felt that Frieren had led the students astray, and sat down on the golden throne, feeling sullen.

He threw all the magic books back onto the bookshelf.

A moment later, the quiet hall welcomed its last distinguished guest.

Frieren gracefully walked up to Serie. "Passing the Level 1 Magic Test allows you to choose a spell you want, right?"

Serie remained silent, only nodding slightly.

"Then I need the magic to cleanse my skin."

Frieren's candid voice rang out, Serie's heart sank.

Sure enough, this teacher and student came as a group.

The requests made were, if not exactly the same, practically identical.

"The magic of cleansing your skin!"

Serie muttered the name of the spell in frustration. She certainly possessed this spell, but...

A colossal catastrophe capable of destroying the world is brewing and could erupt at any moment.

The magic of cleansing your skin can't save the world!

"Well!"

After much deliberation, even the innocent and romantic Serie couldn't help but sigh.

Compared to Dugu Qing, I, with my resourcefulness and decisiveness, am more like a hero!

The Southern Countries, the Central Countries, the Northern Countries, the entire world—all of it is carried on the shoulders of me, the Mage of God, Serie!

Without me, the world is doomed sooner or later.

"Dugu Qing's future enemies are unimaginably powerful; let's switch to a different attack spell!"

Frieren rested her chin on her hand, hesitant.

I made a promise with Dugu Qing to choose a skin-cleansing magic spell. Would it be a bad idea to change it now?

Seeing the hesitant Frieren, Serie felt the volcano in her chest ignite once more.

"Forehead!"

Frieren feared Serie's outburst, and if they were to encounter a powerful enemy in the future, they would indeed need strong offensive magic.

She walked up to the bookshelf, glanced at the contents, found the Divine Might of God quite good, picked it up, and left.