Yes.
Cthulhu's reaction was somewhat unusual.
Its attacks began to become more targeted, no longer merely an outpouring of power, but an attempt to strip away, capture, and devour the qualities emanating from Ian's magic and the depths of his soul.
Once, Ian cast a powerful and beautiful spell, and a silvery-white light briefly dispelled the green mist and whispers in an area. One of Cthulhu's tentacles, disregarding the Guardian Spirit's natural restraint against negative energy, forcefully pierced through the silver light. A sucker-like mouthpart split open at its tip, frantically sucking up the dissipating Guardian Spirit energy. Despite the sizzling sound of the tentacle being burned, it emitted a satisfied and chilling fluctuation of consciousness.
What's going on?
Ian knew something was wrong with Cthulhu.
This also prevented Ian from summoning the Guardian Spirit.
As it turned out, Cthulhu was indeed fascinated by his power of hope. Once again, in a moment of crisis, Ian recalled the scene of the Battle of Hogwarts, where everyone was united and their beliefs converged. This belief unconsciously enhanced his Shield Charm, causing it to shine brightly and temporarily repel a Psychic Scream.
"Okay, okay!"
That moment.
Cthulhu's eerie green eyes instantly shone with a terrifying light, staring intently at the light of conviction. His massive body trembled slightly with excitement, like an addict seeing the finest heroin.
"Sweet... paradoxical hope... originates from the fertile soil of 'fairy tales'... only the purest beauty... can give birth to... the most extreme madness... and despair in the face of depravity..."
Fragments of fragmented thoughts accompanied an even more frenzied attack.
This information.
It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind!
All of Ian's confusion vanished in an instant!
Why would my own world, this seemingly "low-magic" universe, the Hogwarts world full of fairy tales and hope, attract Cthulhu, a being that symbolizes ultimate chaos and madness?
Why is it so greedy for the taste of "hope"?
It's no coincidence!
It is because the ultimate "fairytale", the ultimate "beauty", and the ultimate "hope" contain, on the other hand, the soil in which they are nurtured, precisely the corresponding nutrients!
The "potential" that Cthulhu could twist and corrupt!
Just as the brightest place casts the darkest shadow.
Cthulhu, and the Great Old Ones behind it, may not simply enjoy destruction. What they crave more is to drag the most beautiful things into the deepest chaos and madness, to savor the "fall" from the peak to the abyss. The resulting "despair" and "madness" are the ultimate delicacies to them!
A world that can give birth to a "fairytale" like Hogwarts, a dimension that can cultivate Wizard with such tenacious "hope," is undoubtedly an incredibly fertile "hunting ground"!
They weren't invading a weak world; they were coveting a treasure trove filled with the most precious "materials of corruption"! This second home of Ian's, everything he cherished, the source of his power— Hogwarts and the beauty of that world—was precisely the root of this annihilation! "No..."
The whisper was forced out between Ian's teeth, then erupted into a volcanic roar, "I will not allow it!!!"
The boundless rage was not ferocity, but a chillingly resolute determination. He would not allow this filthy, insane ancient god to extend its tentacles into the world he cherished! He would not allow it to stain the towers of Hogwarts with madness! He would not allow it to twist the smiles of his loved ones into desperate cries!
Protection and love are infinitely great in this universe. Therefore, this resolute and protective will, like accelerant thrown into a furnace, instantly ignited everything within him!
The Magic Power is roaring!
The previously waning source of Magic Power, driven by this "absolutely not" will, broke through its limits and began to grow and boil wildly! Every drop of Magic Power was imbued with his will and shone with the light of protection.
Imagination is burning! What they learned at Hogwarts was not just spells, but also a belief in "possibility" and an expectation of "miracles." At this moment, this imagination was no longer limited to known magic, but transformed into the most brilliant blueprint pointing to "victory" and "expulsion"!
"Shining Ian makes his appearance!"
The Tiga meme hasn't died down yet.
Ian is truly shining.
The Law of Paradox is roaring!
The powers of the [ Fire of the Old Ones ] tremble! They begin to operate, purify, and even be imbued and sublimated by this will with unprecedented efficiency!
An absolute and unquestionable "fact" is being forged in the crucible of Ian's will, attempting to forcibly integrate into the current chaotic battlefield reality!
"In the name of Ian Prince!"
"With the wisdom and courage that Hogwarts bestowed upon me!"
"The fairy tales I've seen, the hopes I hold!"
"With my plundering fire, I defend the light of my heart!" Ian poured all his Magic Power, all his will, all his control over the Authority of the Old Ones, all his understanding of the Law of Paradox, and all his beautiful memories and beliefs in protecting Hogwarts and his home world into his wand without reservation! And then!
It points to that terrifying, sky-covering existence!
He no longer needed specific incantations. At this moment, magic was him, and he was magic. He was the embodiment of determination, the extension of protection! He was also the ultimate counterattack of "fairy tale" against "nightmare"!
"For the world I love"
"Expel them!!!"
No blinding beam of light or deafening explosion erupted from the tip of the wand.
Instead, a profound silence erupted.
A "sea of light" that is indescribably dazzling yet incredibly gentle.
That light was not a single color; it contained the silver glow of the Hogwarts Great Hall's starry sky, the golden red of Gryffindor's courage, the sky blue of Ravenclaw's wisdom, the bright yellow of Hufflepuff's loyalty, and the emerald green of Slytherin's ambition... It was the color of the changing seasons, the warmth of friendship, the glimmer of knowledge, and the joy of growth!
It is also the collection of all the beautiful elements that constitute that "fairytale" world!
It is so beautiful, so full of hope, yet it carries an inviolable, absolute will to "expel."
Of course, at the heart of this ocean of light, there flows a deep, dark green stream of fire that constantly devours the surrounding chaos yet is guided and constrained by the light of hope!
And transparent ripples that twist and negate abnormal logic.
The two divine powers merged into it, just as Ian had said: there are no evil forces, only evil users—this statement was best proven at this moment. This "ocean of light" spread Silencio, its speed seemingly slow, yet it seemed to transcend the constraints of time. "How could this be?!"
All of Cthulhu's tentacles, all his breath, and the evil fire shooting from his eyes were like snow meeting the blazing sun the moment they came into contact with this light.
It began to silently melt and dissipate.
It wasn't destroyed by violence, but rather "negated" and "purified" by some higher-level rule originating from the "essence of beautiful existence." "Impossible! This is just soil! How could soil attack me!"
Its enormous, distorted body began to become unstable in the parts bathed in light; its scales lost their luster, and its tentacles softened and withered.
It was as if the very foundation of its existence was being shaken.
"No!!! This light... this hope... should be... my... nourishment!" Cthulhu let out the sharpest, most fearful, and most greedy mental scream since the start of the war.
It struggled frantically, summoning all its power to fight back, to devour the light. But its chaotic power, before this "light of hope" that embodied the ultimate will to protect, paradoxical rules, and the tamed Authority of the Old Ones, was like encountering its natural enemy, retreating step by step! "Aaaaaah!"
The ocean of light completely submerged Cthulhu's mountain-like body.
There was still no explosion.
There was only absolute light and silence.
At the core of that light, countless images seemed to be shimmering.
Hogwarts Castle stands serenely, students laugh and play on the grass; friends converse by the warm fireplace; in Charms Class, sparks form dazzling patterns... Each scene represents a concrete, warm "hope," something Cthulhu cannot comprehend. It is an "order" and "beauty" that cannot be consumed, but rather that restrains Cthulhu.
"You can't escape your world!"
The maddening will of the Great Old Ones, washed over by endless beautiful sights, let out a final, silent roar filled with resentment, fear, and boundless malice.
It then went out.
It is not death.
Rather, it was its manifested "true form," its condensed will, and the vast majority of its essential power that were completely "purified" by this single strike that embodied everything in Ian!
And... "seize"!
The overwhelming shadows disappeared.
The frantic whispering stopped.
The green mist receded like the tide, leaving only the ruins of R'lyeh in ruins, silent and desolate, and in the center of the ruins, a figure that, like the sun, slowly dimmed its light.
Cough cough cough!
Ian knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his wand, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly from exhaustion. But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
In my mind, system prompts flooded in like a waterfall, with unprecedented brightness and urgency.
[WARNING! Extremely high-intensity conceptual conflict and regulatory clashes detected!]
[Target " Cthulhu (manifestation in this dimension)" has been detected; its will has ceased, and its manifested body has disintegrated!]
[Capturing dissipated primordial energy and fragments of authority...]
[Capture in progress... Strong resistance encountered... Host's "expulsion" will and the pull of authority work together... Resistance collapses!][Capture successful!]
[Integrating...]
Integration complete!
[Authority: The integrity of the Fire of the Old Ones has been increased to 100%!]
[A promotion in authority!]
[New Authority Formation: Erosion of Chaos / Foundation of Order (Unique)]
[Description: The power of unity of opposites formed by completely devouring and integrating the core authority of the Great Old Ones Cthulhu in this dimension. It possesses the dual extreme characteristics of "eroding all things into chaos" and "anchoring existence to establish order," with both achieving a dangerous balance under the absolute will of the host.]
[This authority is unique, symbolizing that the host has replaced or surpassed part of the original owner's position in this domain.]
[WARNING! This authority is extremely burdensome, placing critical demands on the host's soul and will. It will automatically enter a deep, stable seal state, gradually unlocking as the host grows.]
[Host Status: Extremely Weak (Soul, Magic Power, and Physical Strength All Exhausted), Life Level Stable ( Undefeated Legend ), Authority Merging...]
[ Proof of Legend Update... Title Acquired: Chaos Overseer.]
The system screen was indeed flooded with messages.
Ian's feelings were also very strong at the same time.
That is.
strength.
An ineffable power.
It was a power so immense that even he felt a slight unease.
at this time.
It is settling and merging deep within his soul.
It is not a simple accumulation of energy, but a set of rules, authority, and partial control over the two extreme concepts of "chaos" and "order".
Although most of it was sealed, the "texture" of its existence was different. He felt that he had established a deeper connection with the fundamental rules of the entire world.
"I usurped the identity of the ancient god, posing as Wizard."
Ian slowly stood up, weak but with his back ramrod straight. His gaze swept over the desolate ruins of R'lyeh, finally settling in the direction where the Cthulhu Palace had once stood.
Now, all that remains is an empty, eerie void, as if it had been thoroughly "wiped clean," and some fragments of chaotic energy slowly dissipating.
Ian won.
Cthulhu came, and then it all fizzled out.
Only the power that was taken from him, deep within the soul of his new master, pulsates silently like a dormant volcano.
This is a perfect illustration of victory and defeat.
Ian is the winner.
As Legendary Wizard from Hogwarts, wielding the power of plunder as his blade and paradox as his shield, he ultimately used the "hope" and "protection" bestowed upon him by that fairytale world as his core to obliterate the manifestation of the Great Old Ones there and seize all their essence of power. Of course.
Ian knew that too.
The Cthulhu Mythos may not have truly "died." In other dimensions, in the endless void, the essence of other, more powerful Great Old Ones may still exist.
Just as Cthulhu said before he died.
This world is still not absolutely safe.
There is no such thing as absolute power in this world; only by becoming stronger can one suppress all enemies.
Ian saw things very clearly.
So what if there are potential threats?
At least here, at this moment, the threat of Cthulhu has been completely eliminated. And the authority he has gained will become his most powerful weapon and bulwark for protecting his homeland and exploring the unknown.
"I hope the pools will come one by one like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, giving me experience packs." Ian took a deep breath of the cold, deathly still air of R'lyeh, which was no longer filled with the oppressive madness, and gripped his wand tightly. The familiar warmth of the wood on the wand reminded him of where he came from and why he was fighting.
The road ahead may be even more treacherous, but at this moment, he felt only peace and an even stronger determination.
It's time to leave.
Return to his world.
All I saw was...
Ian waved his wand gently.
A stable portal, shimmering with the colors of the Hogwarts Great Hall's starry sky, slowly opened before him. From behind the portal, the faint sounds of human life and its bustling noise could be heard.
"With just a little help, I can return to my own time and space right now, and my physical body can travel through time." Ian glanced back at the ruined city where he had personally ended his old nightmares.
Then.
Turning around, I stepped into the light that led to "fairy tales" and "home".
The portal closed.
"Splash! Splash!"
R'lyeh began to crumble completely after Ian left.
at last.
Completely disappeared.
It's as if they never existed.
A new history.
Let's begin from this moment.
It surged forth and covered future generations.