Voldemort Was Killed by a Gamma-Ray Cannon

Murphy: "August 6, 2077. Acid rain. Something strange happened today. A vagrant tried to steal my diary. He hit me, and I was furious, and then his hand... was twisted and broken. I don't know what happened. I didn't see anyone, but his hand was suddenly snapped by something invisible. I was scared, so I ran. I heard that guy call me a wizard mongrel..."

"I'm almost sixteen. I heard that when you turn sixteen, the City Management Company forces you to undergo a magic test. I can't be... I can't really be a wizard, right..."

"I don't want to die..."

"I don't want to die..."

"I don't want to become a wizard..."

Diary: "..."

Now he was already convinced that something must have happened to this world.

The writer—he or she seemed to be about the same age as him, but even without the ability to read minds, the diary could feel the despair in those words.

He seemed extremely terrified of and resistant to becoming a wizard.

Was it because of the situation mentioned in that earlier diary entry?

In the environment he was in now, becoming a wizard meant death?

How could that be?

Had a new witch hunt happened again?

Murphy: "September 7, 2077. Strange things keep happening one after another. Yesterday, I was so hungry I couldn't stand it, and suddenly some upper-class person's flying car had an accident and nearly crashed. His hamburger fell right by my feet."

"Today I ran into a mutated rat. I thought it was going to attack me, but then I seemed to hear it talking. It said it hurt, that there was something in its belly. I pulled that wooden stick out for it, and it thanked me and left."

"I recognized that wooden stick... I'd seen it in my mother's box."

"A wand!"

"That was a wand!"

"Just by picking it up, I understood. It was a wand, once belonging to my mother, then my mother's mother, and then it came into my hands."

"I'm a wizard!"

Diary: "..."

This guy was actually a wizard!

Then the fact that he could discover him probably was not entirely a coincidence.

It was just that a single wand had been passed down for three generations.

The wizards of this world were probably having a very hard time.

Murphy: "October 10, 2077. I failed. No matter what I do, I can't use magic like the wizards in those video files!"

"I get it now. The spells in those films are all fake. Arasaka Corporation would never put real spells in their propaganda movies! I'm so stupid!"

"My chest has been hurting a lot lately, and I often have nightmares."

"In one dream, I saw Mother again. She looked at me sadly, and then she turned into a mass of black monster. That monster shrieked madly and killed everyone around it... Then I saw the armed helicopters of the Anti-Wizard Unit. I saw Vulcan cannons spitting tongues of flame. I saw the flashes of prism lasers..."

"I remember now. Mother didn't die of illness."

"She was killed."

"And I will be killed too. Because I'm also a wizard. They'll discover I'm a wizard during the mandatory test when I turn sixteen, and then they'll riddle me with bullets. And I won't even be able to put up any decent resistance."

"Because I don't even know a single spell!"

Diary: "..."

A black monster.

An Obscurus?

His mother was an Obscurial!

In an age of witch hunts like this, wizards did not dare reveal their magic, so becoming an Obscurus was truly very normal.

But the Muggles' Anti-Wizard Unit could actually kill an Obscurus with ease!

The Muggles of this world might be even more terrifying than he had imagined.

The diary hesitated over whether to respond.

If he did not respond, this young wizard writing in the diary was dead for sure.

Perhaps he could strike a deal with him and have himself resurrected through him?

But after resurrection, what then? The Muggles of this world were so terrifying. Could he handle them?

To be honest, he had been somewhat frightened by what this fellow had written.

He had written about nuclear bombs before too, hadn't he?

Although the diary did not know what a nuclear bomb was, something that could blast tens of thousands of tons of dust into the air was far more terrifying than any Muggle bomb he had ever heard of by who knew how many times. Even if he made a hundred Horcruxes, he probably still could not withstand that kind of attack, right?

The Muggles of this world were utterly insane!

Even more insane than the Muggles who once hunted witches in the sixteenth century!

Murphy: "November 19, 2077. Night. The flow of time is getting stranger and stranger. Somehow, today was night all day."

Murphy: "December 1, 2077. A wizard broke into Night City!!"

"This wizard was incredibly powerful, stronger than any wizard Arasaka Corporation had ever described! Even stronger than those evil wizards in the movies!"

"He used a fire spell and burned down Arasaka Tower!"

"Even the Anti-Wizard Unit couldn't beat him! He shot down more than a dozen helicopters!"

"He used an incredibly powerful spell and punched through the dome!"

"A dozen or so wizards seemed to be his followers, and they all broke in too."

"I suddenly heard his voice in my ears! He said he was the king of wizards, that he had come to rescue all the wizards imprisoned by Muggles. He said he would lead wizards once more to build their own nation, so wizards would never again suffer persecution by Muggles!"

"I cried from excitement. I hoped he could defeat Arasaka Corporation, defeat Militech and City Management Company—better yet, kill them all! Avenge my mother! Avenge all those dead wizards!"

"I remembered his name!"

"He said his name was Voldemort!"

"Voldemort! King of Wizards! Savior!"

"He began a fierce battle with Arasaka Corporation's army. I sat by the window, listening to the distant roars, unable to sleep no matter what. I prayed for his victory."

Diary: "!!!!"

Voldemort!

Me?!

King of Wizards? Savior?!

The title King of Wizards was understandable. It even fit his ambitions rather well.

But Savior?

I, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, had become the savior of wizards?

Uh... it sounded like...

Not bad?

But before he could even feel happy for his future self, he saw a new diary entry.

Murphy: "He died."

Murphy: "Voldemort died."

"Last night, Arasaka Corporation deployed more than a hundred armed helicopters. Those wizards died one after another. Voldemort destroyed many helicopters, but a gamma-ray cannon pierced through his defenses. He was vaporized."

"Our savior died."

Diary: "!!?"

I died?

What the hell was a gamma-ray cannon?

Those helicopters could kill an Obscurus, and he had taken down more than a hundred helicopters, but in the end, he had still been killed by a single cannon shot?

Judging from these records, his future self had already become extremely powerful. At the very least, fighting a hundred Obscuruses would have posed no problem at all.

Whether he was a hundred times stronger than his current self was hard to say, but fifty times stronger should have been more than likely.

But the Muggles were still stronger than him.

No wonder the wizards in this world were so miserable.

Maybe I'd better not go out after all.

Murphy: "December 3, 2077. They found Voldemort's Horcrux."

Diary: "!!!!????"