If time could be turned back, it would not need to be much—just ten minutes.
If someone had told Howard then that this world was not so simple, that human power could let one travel through different universes and even parallel universes, Howard would probably have laughed in contempt. If someone had told him that magic existed in this world, Howard would definitely have advised them to see a neurologist.
Let the doctors at the hospital thoroughly examine whether there was something wrong with that person's brain. As everyone knew, magic challenged the boundaries of science to the greatest extent possible. Their relationship was like that between idealism and materialism—pitifully incompatible, even mutually contradictory.
Howard had always received a materialist, scientific education. It was a model recognized throughout the world, and it had created countless miracles. At such a young age, Howard himself already stood among the very best in this field.
But time could not be turned back. At this very moment, Howard felt that his worldview—even everything he had learned throughout his life—had suffered a devastating blow. The culprits were these two people, who had appeared in his room through some inconceivable means and were now using methods that could not be solved with equations to place him inside an independent space.
They had even used an energy that looked like fire to create a complete, vast, and strange nebula map. These were things he had never seen before, things that, in his mind, science should not have been able to create for hundreds or even thousands of years. Yet they had fully appeared before him now.
"Is this magic? What a great thing."
Howard muttered to himself. Though he had regained his composure, it was only on the surface. Only he knew the storm raging within his