Jon sat on the surface of the sea.
Not in his laboratory, but in the Azure Deep Sea.
He studied this world.
Everything was different from the scenes in his memories, yet every plot that surfaced in his mind had been faithfully reenacted in this world.
Or rather, something had gone wrong. He had become the one being arranged.
Everything he had done had been arranged, creating the situation as it now stood.
Perhaps that was not entirely a bad thing, but it was certainly not a good thing either. How should he put it? If possible, he hoped something like this would never happen again.
He still remembered Earth, yet this world was not Earth.
That Earth without a magic school, the Earth where the novelist J.K. Rowling existed, seemed to be nothing more than something imagined in his mind. Yet he clearly knew that things preserved in memory, much like the memories of that person that had suddenly emerged recently, were difficult to alter afterward.
That memory had to be real, not false. It was simply possible that it had not come from his own personal experiences, but from someone else's mind.
But no matter what, somewhere in this vast universe, Earth had to exist.
And in another fragment of memory, he clearly saw Chen Songyuan standing beside the World Will.
He did not doubt the authenticity of that memory in the slightest. Not much time had passed since he became a wizard, yet he had reached his current level. The World Will had basically given him the green light all the way. What human plan could possibly move the World Will so precisely?
Jon knew very well that the reason his plans could move the World Will was not because they were especially sophisticated or promising. Rather,