This World Could Collapse at Any Moment

Sometimes, the solution to a problem came in an instant.

In a single moment, the confusion in his mind was untangled, and then there was no longer a problem.

But at the same time, it brought another problem.

If the person behind it all—assuming he was Chen Songyuan—then he must have wanted something from him.

This was not arrogance. Without even thinking about it, Jon knew that someone at that level would not casually do things without reason just for their own amusement. Jon had already begun to feel that some things were beyond his control. Sometimes, reaching a certain height did not make someone freer. Instead, it brought things they had no choice but to do.

And the reason he had become so special must be because the person behind the scenes needed something.

So what was that need...?

It probably was not magic. There were plenty of sufficiently special wizards in this world. For a powerful warrior, there was Grindelwald. For a kind wizard, there was Dumbledore. There was even Voldemort for a madman. Jon was not special.

Then it could only be him as a person.

The first thing Jon thought of was his soul. From a certain perspective, he was a reincarnator... or rather, a transmigrator. His uniqueness was self-evident.

But he immediately rejected that answer. Souls were so easily manipulated. Even ordinary wizards could preserve their souls after death and become ghosts. If what was truly valuable in his mind was his memories, those memories also seemed quite ordinary. They could just find any Earthling. Why did it have to be him?

After thinking it over and over, he felt that the issue still lay with his bloodline.

Not the bloodline Helga had given him. If it were that bloodline, the person behind the scenes