Little Paine, Make Your Move!

Little Paine, make your move! It could only be called impossible, because mages who had grown to the Eighth Order might, with the backing of the greater tide, advance faster than the mages before them.

But they were mages in the truest sense. Their long lives had already let them experience everything that could be experienced. After eating delicious food for ten thousand years, it would be no different from plain steamed buns.

The only reason supporting them in living was their exploration of the unknown. The moment you became omniscient, the future and the past would hold no secrets for you. Even if Ninth Order power intervened, it would make no difference to you.

You had already become a life-form of another dimension. Even the Ninth Order could not obstruct your cognition.

Then the sole driving force that sustained mages would disappear, and mages would be destined for extinction.

Just like why people committed suicide.

Mages could be simply understood as a kind of mental patient. Like depression, it could drive people to suicide.

Once a mage's desire to explore could no longer be satisfied, and there was nothing left for them to explore in the future, their only outcome would be suicide.

And this extreme desire for exploration was the foundation of becoming a powerful mage. They had been nurtured in this direction since their Apprentice days.

It could be said that every mage above the Third Order was an artificially created mental patient—and the irreversible kind.

This was also why Ninth Order powerhouses in the Mage World were the only Ninth Orders who could possibly cooperate, and cooperate from beginning to end.

Because their fundamental goals did not conflict.

Relying on this, as the Ninth Orders fought without end, the number of Ninth Orders in the Mage