Already in Heaven

In this pure white world, there was no sound, no shifting light and shadow, no fluctuations in temperature. Even the movement of air had completely vanished.

All that remained was absolute order—

Zhang Qi floated at the center of this void, his senses stripped away to the utmost limit. The only thing that could prove his existence was his own consciousness.

This was a world of phases beyond mortal comprehension—

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A cage custom-made for him by Aleister Crowley.

Zhang Qi closed his eyes, but his thoughts began racing at an unprecedented speed.

Without a doubt, this was Aleister's doing.

The only one with the ability, knowledge, and motive to cast a taboo spell on such a scale, precisely "swapping" him out of the real world and into this phase, was that man hanging upside down inside a life-support tank.

According to the knowledge he had obtained from Index's 103,000 grimoires, the Christian magic system was built upon absolute faith and a rigid hierarchy.

Angels were extensions of "god's" authority, aggregates of the power of phases—beings that dwelled high in Tenkai, beyond the profanation of mortals.

Forcibly dragging an angel from its proper station into the mortal world was itself the most fundamental subversion and mockery of the entire doctrinal system.

An ordinary magician, not even the Pope, would dare imagine such a blasphemous act.

For the essence of magic was the "reproduction" and "application" of myths and legends, using already existing "phases" to bring about miracles.

It was like carving the deeds of a hero onto a sword, allowing the sword to obtain a portion of that hero's power.

Therefore, forcibly pulling an angel down from Tenkai