Riddle had actually walked right into the trap?
To be fair, the way things had developed was becoming increasingly different from Ian's original predictions. Before entering the time machine, he had only thought he would return to Wu's Orphanage several decades ago, take a look at the place where he had grown up, then conveniently capture the cunning Tom who had escaped.
Who could have expected that not only would he travel back two thousand years, arriving in a city destined to be destroyed by history, but he would also become entangled in a past related to the Black-Robed Skeleton.
Each of these developments was more explosive than the last, but Ian's strong nerves could still handle them. At most, he was simply witnessing how extraordinary history had once been. Gods, Legends, disasters, apocalypses, and the like would all become merely part of his life's memories once he found the hiding Tom.
He had already decided that once he dragged Tom out, he would find a way back to the future. Yet as Ian stared at the handsome "senior" before him, he truly felt that plans could not keep up with change.
Tom Riddle, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, had actually delivered himself to Ian's doorstep! This was completely contrary to Ian's imagined scenario of finding him, fighting him, and then having no choice but to kill him! Whether or not he devoured his magic was secondary. Ian's main goal was to eliminate future trouble forever.
Of course, upholding justice was another reason. After all, Riddle's schemes had wasted so much of his time. No matter how he thought about it, he had to uphold a little justice for himself.
Bottling up resentment was bad for the thyroid.
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