You Are the Finest Among Us

Orochimaru calmed himself down and followed the Ancient One to Kamar-Taj to train in magic.

His passion for magic bordered on obsession. He spent his days copying magic circles, deconstructing laws, and simulating dimensional curvature, as if he had returned to his days at the Konoha Ninja Academy, but with an even more insane look in his eyes.

Lin Ye only glanced at the pile of magic books revered as holy scriptures before losing interest.

"... inefficient."

He uttered two words softly, closed the heavy book, and casually placed it back on the bookshelf.

Having become the master of the Pocket Dimension, he is no longer essentially a "rule user" of this world. He is a part of the rules themselves.

Those magical formulas, spell incantations, and dimensional leveraging principles were nothing more than a bunch of low-level programs arranged in repetitive patterns in his eyes.

No matter how complex the writing is, the essence is the same—using the power of others.

"Magic... is merely the key to unlocking the gates of exile."

Lin Ye sat cross-legged in the secret room, his voice low, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

"In the end, it all comes down to who has more power and who has higher authority. Ultimately, it comes down to numbers and mechanisms."

"Some of the rules might be more effective with the magic of this world..."

"Ninjutsu relies on Chakra, magic relies on dimensions, and I—am a dimension."

He slowly raised his hand, and a rune appeared in his palm.

However, these runes did not originate from the Vishanti, Dormammu, or any higher-dimensional rulers' systems. Instead, they were a language Lin Ye himself created—a completely new and autonomous dimensional programming.

There was no leverage, no contract.

He activated the runes, and in that instant, space itself split open. No chanting or Hand Seals were needed; the space in the center of the secret chamber was directly torn apart without even a trace of energy fluctuation spreading.

Pure to the extreme.

"They rely on faith, but I don't need worship."

"They sacrificed themselves, and I—sacrifice myself."

Lin Ye watched all of this calmly, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow, as if stating a fact.

I'll borrow myself.

This is a blatant disregard for the entire magical system.

It's not frivolous mockery, but a ruthless judgment of the rules at our feet from a supreme position.

He stood up, the runes in his hand vanished, and the space healed itself, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Magic is merely a conduit for dimensional power."

"I am both the conduit and the source."

So they... can only look up to me in the end.

Lin Ye stepped out of the portal and landed in the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

In the courtyard, more than ten disciples were learning magic, manipulating magic arrays, and constructing spatial gates.

However, Lin Ye's teleportation portal did not belong to the same "language" as all their magic.

It was some kind of older, purer, and more dangerous force.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Even the sunlight seemed a bit dimmer.

Lin Ye surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over each of the disciples. He didn't speak, but his scrutinizing look was like that of someone looking at a group of toddlers learning to walk.

Orochimaru, standing among his disciples, clearly stood out from the crowd.

He mastered magic faster than others and was more proficient in manipulating Vishanti's energy. He was analyzing this system—just as he had analyzed corpses, Ninjutsu, and Cursed Seal.

Lin Ye glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Lin Ye?"

A slightly hesitant voice rang out; it was the Mage King.

He stood at the edge of the courtyard, his hands still forming a Vishanti holy symbol Hand Seals, but it became slightly stiff due to Lin Ye's arrival.

He frowned as he looked at the residual energy in Lin Ye's teleportation portal.

"What you are using... is not a spatial spell from Kamar-Taj."

"Of course not." Lin Ye spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet chilling. "You Teuchi the door with the help of the Vishanti, but I—rely on my own program!"

He gently raised his hand, his empty fingertips making a sweeping motion.

There are no fluctuations, no techniques. It is simply the will that drives the rules.

A rift appeared in the void, leading directly to another star system. It was a passage "nested and constructed" within his pocket dimension, far beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

"I do not need God's permission, nor will I pray for God's power."

He calmly withdrew his hand.

The mage king remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head. "You... have already exceeded the scope of a mage."

Lin Ye did not respond, but simply nodded slightly.

He looked around again, then suddenly let out a cold snort.

"Where's that guy named Mordo?"

No one dared to answer.

But he had already figured it out himself.

Fearing that Mordo's presence here would provoke his murderous intent, the Ancient One must have sent him away.

"Wise." Lin Ye's lips curled slightly, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

He never hid his prejudice against certain races, especially those who were self-righteous and used skin color and religion to talk about rules.

Silently, in the wind, the Ancient One appeared.

She was still wearing that yellow robe, her face bearing a perfectly measured calm and smile, as if all the timelines were merely fleeting shadows in her eyes.

"You are... the best among us."

She looked at Lin Ye, her tone tinged with regret.

She gazed at the energy fluctuations around him, as if drawn by the gravity of a star, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly chuckled softly, "If you were to become the Sorcerer Supreme, perhaps... people of color on Earth would have already been wiped off the family tree today."

The voice was gentle, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the courtyard.

Lin Ye glanced sideways and replied calmly, "Colored glasses? I'm wearing them perfectly well."

"But... these people are dirtier than someone wearing glasses."

When he spoke, there was no emotion in his eyes, only utter and undisguised disgust.

That's not hatred of individuals, but a denial of a "fundamental logic".

Ancient One smiled lightly, without replying, as if she had already grown accustomed to Lin Ye's unvarnished sharpness.

She knew that no one in this world could change Lin Ye. Not even her.

Lin Ye turned around, his back to her, his voice cold and clear:

"I'm about to begin my operation."

"The chains of dimensions must be broken, and the order of Earth must be reconstructed."

Lin Ye's voice rang out like a judgment, calm and firm.

Ancient One, without asking any further questions.

She had stopped trying to guide the young man, because she knew that Lin Ye would not be guided by anyone.

He's not just walking on the road; he's paving his own path.

"On the magical side..." she paused slightly, "I've already made arrangements."

"As long as this planet isn't destroyed, and the power of the Dark Dimension isn't used for unification."

"Vishanti grants you free access without a contract. The masternode of Kamar-Taj has also been migrated. As long as you don't directly interfere with the operation of the main laws—you can do what you want."

"Very good."

Lin Ye knew very well that he was no match for those top experts at the moment, so all he could do was develop his own strength first.