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Late at night.

He Shenyan stared blankly at the tiny Hungarian Horntail on his desk. The hornless dragon was sleeping especially soundly. Its once-intimidating appearance had become somewhat cute due to its reduced size.

Don't misunderstand—he had no furry fetish. He had merely sensed something strange about this hornless dragon.

He Shenyan took out the two bottles of blood he had preserved from The Void. Violent Magic Power emanated from them, while the Magic Power within this dragon now seemed almost sacred—the only explanation was that healing spell from Heaven.

He narrowed his eyes.

"So that's why Heaven's spells can be used here too."

He Shenyan muttered to himself, grabbed the Horntail, and squeezed hard. Black Ashen One spilled through his fingers.

The dragon died without a sound. He Shenyan opened his palm, and some of the Horntail's blood floated in the air. It had turned golden, radiating a soft white glow that illuminated the room as brightly as day.

"Interesting."

Rather than becoming angry, He Shenyan smiled.

Those Angels he had terrified into submission could not possibly have predicted that he would travel between worlds and use this spell on a dragon from another world. They were not capable of that.

The conclusion that best fit the facts was that the spell contained a backdoor that would gradually transform its target into a creature of Heaven.

He Shenyan still remembered what he had learned from the ancient tome Heaven and Hell. Angels had not truly been created by the so-called God, but by the unique dimension known as Heaven.

What exactly God was remained without a definitive answer. Some even claimed that God had returned to Heaven because he feared the creatures he had personally created, those wandering the earth.

He Shenyan could say this much—although he had never met God, God was not in Heaven.

As for the Angels, he knew them all too well.

These creatures, seemingly pure and beautiful, gave mortals a peculiar sense of affinity. They were not all humanoid, either. Under the illumination of the halos above their heads, mortals would directly become believers in Heaven, making the independent dimension of Heaven ever stronger.

In other words, if a living creature of Heaven appeared in a world where Heaven had never existed, the result would be nothing more than this world completely becoming Heaven's private garden, to be taken and exploited as it pleased.

Earth had once endured such dark times as well, but Ancient One had swept all those things out of the human world and forbidden them from ever returning. Some reckless believers had attempted it afterward, but then He Shenyan came along.

The spell he had used had passed through people's hands for thousands of years. It had been used by Priests, by girls claiming to have received God's revelation, and even by cultists. Naturally, Mages could use it too.

Just as the Angels proclaimed that god loved all people, anyone who possessed sufficiently powerful Magic Power could use this healing spell from Heaven. Its effects were potent enough to instantly save someone even if they had only one breath left.

Over such a long span of time, no one had been transformed into a creature of Heaven by this spell. So why had a weak draconic creature from another world gradually begun transforming after it was used on it?

He could not figure it out, but he remembered the matter.

Mages possessed an intense thirst for knowledge. He Shenyan stored away the blood and stuffed it together with the earlier samples into his "Magic Backpack"—which was really just a Pocket Dimension.

He had been in this world for nearly a year. He had taught them everything he could. Aside from those highly destructive spells, even spells that might bring about the end of the world, which he had not written into the Compendium of Basic Spells, he had written down everything else.

What happened next in this world would depend on their own fortunes. The World Barrier told him that nothing had happened recently, and he could begin preparing to cross worlds soon. His shattered soul had gradually recovered after a year of nourishment. All that remained was to wait step by step.

Thinking this, He Shenyan rose to his feet. He intended to meditate through the night. But between tomorrow and accidents, accidents always came first.

"Mage!" The barrier suddenly screamed in his mind. "The Void—!"

He abruptly turned to look outside, immediately using his mental power to envelop all of Hogwarts. In the dark sky above, a massive glowing Blurry Humanoid had appeared.

The halo above the giant figure's head openly radiated the distinctive brilliance of Heaven's Magic Power.

Bang.

The door to his office was smashed open. Dumbledore staggered in with one hand clutching his throat.

He could barely breathe. He stumbled to the desk, took a deep breath, and only then managed to ask with difficulty, "Wh-what is that?"

He Shenyan gave him a deep look and said nothing, merely putting Dumbledore to sleep.

His mental power erupted at full force, sending every living thing in the school into slumber, including the Unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.

The Blurry Humanoid still hung high in the sky, radiating light. It extended one hand and pointed at He Shenyan from afar. A massive white beam blasted toward his office.

A heavy black semicircular shield immediately followed, protecting all of Hogwarts. After the beam bombarded it, it sank inside and vanished without a trace.

He Shenyan flew into the sky with an ugly expression. Black Magic Power formed a massive shadow behind him and pressed openly toward the Blurry Humanoid, only to be intercepted midair by countless beams of light released by It.

This time, the beams were not absorbed. Instead, they collided with the black Magic Power in midair.

The intense energy unleashed by their collision swept across the entire sky in an instant.

That terrifying energy was about to flatten half of England. He Shenyan's gaze sharpened, and a massive shadow suddenly appeared beneath his feet. Hundreds of enormous tentacles shot forth, forcibly dragging the shockwave back in a way that defied the laws of physics.

Chewing sounds came from within the shadow.

He Shenyan closed his eyes.

At that moment, he understood that continuing to fight this suspected Angel would only cause this world to collapse bit by bit. He had to take It somewhere else.

Having made his decision, he went all out. Massive magic lightning and a violent rain of fire appeared from nowhere. These powerful spells, capable of erasing a city, blasted toward the Blurry Humanoid. Yet It neither dodged nor evaded, allowing them to strike Its body. Before long, Its form had actually grown larger.

He Shenyan narrowed his eyes. This thing he had never seen before could absorb Magic Power. Using evocation spells alone to attack It was no different from throwing meat at a Two-headed Ogre.

Still, it was not as though he had no options. He secretly gathered power.

At that moment, It spoke. Millions upon millions of different voices merged together, and a clear holy hymn rang through the air. Six pairs of pure white wings of energy unfolded behind It.

It said, "There is no need for this."

"We need not fight, unfamiliar Mage."

"Explain."

He Shenyan asked without betraying anything.

"Do not be so tense, Trans-dimensional Mage. I can make a deal with you."

It continued, "Do you not all long for new knowledge and spells? I have an entire library. You may choose five hundred books to take away, all from different worlds. Or else..."

"I can give you the coordinates of a new world. What do you say?"

He Shenyan merely said calmly, "I only want to know one thing. If I agree, what will you do to this world?"

Ripples passed through Its body, as though It were laughing. After a long while, It spoke.

"A Trans-dimensional Mage with principles. Truly unbelievable."

"Answer the question."

"There is no need anymore, Mage. My kin have already arrived. It seems you belong to no organization. A wild Trans-dimensional Mage... you truly are enticing."

It spoke in a gentle tone that made He Shenyan sick. Behind him, space was torn open from nothing, and dozens of creatures similar to It stepped out.

"Stop thinking about continuing to gather power for whatever little trick you are about to perform. Your spells are ineffective against me. Stand where you are, Mage. For the sake of the White Tower Council, we will not kill you. And incidentally, that offer still stands, should you agree."

It said this with undisguised delight.

He Shenyan did not speak. He remained silent. The lines of his face hardened, and black Magic Power lit up in his hands once more.

Yes, he only needed to watch them die. Very simple. He had only known them for a year. Compared to his wishes and pursuits, what did these mortals amount to?

But some people simply could not convince themselves.

They would waver, yet they could never persuade themselves to let it pass and choose the easy path.

You could call them foolish, say they lacked foresight, or even say they were madmen.

Yet even if it happened a hundred more times, the result had long since been decided. They would refuse, because it was not something a promise of temporary gain could change. It was a conviction rooted deep in their hearts, something that made them who they were.

If I agree, what would that make me? It was because of me that you came here—and now, am I supposed to leave just like that?

Every cause had its effect.

Thus, facing the dozens of massive Blurry Humanoids that had already brainwashed most of the world, He Shenyan spoke only one word.

"No."

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