Aleister Crowley's Past

The instant Zhang Qi's figure tore through space and stepped into the windowless building, the entire world lost its sound and color once more.

The faint bubbling of liquid circulating within the container, along with the hum of every instrument, fell into dead silence at the same moment.

The figure hanging upside down within the life-support apparatus, along with the countless overlapping, flickering phantoms around it that represented different possibilities, all froze in place.

Time had stopped once again because of [World].

Zhang Qi said nothing. Behind him, [World Over Heaven] had already understood his will.

The burly figure, pure white from head to toe and encircled by a golden sacred halo, stepped forward. Its hand passed straight through the enormous tank containing Aleister Crowley.

Its fingertips lightly touched the core of the container.

[World Over Heaven]'s ability—"Attain the Reality Touched by Both Hands"—activated.

There should only be one existence known as Aleister Crowley.

In an instant, the countless possibilities layered atop one another began to contract violently.

The innumerable "Aleisters," male and female alike, were like phantoms forcibly kneaded together by an invisible hand, collapsing and converging toward the one true entity.

Time resumed its flow.

The red liquid within the tank began circulating again, bubbling softly.

The streams of data on the instruments began racing once more.

And the upside-down figure's presence had never been clearer.

"I see... What a terrifying ability. It makes one tremble."

Sensing his own state, Aleister voiced his admiration. No longer was it the overlapping voice blended from countless possibilities, but a clear, steady male voice, carrying even a trace of praise.

His gaze passed through the thick glass, swept over [World Over Heaven], and finally settled on Zhang Qi's face. "However, you shouldn't have given me the chance—"

The moment his words