In Search of the Mysterious Man

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles paused, noticing the woman's exhaustion, helplessness, and pain.

He was well aware of this woman's love for him. Because he was aware of it, he knew that this was definitely not giving up, but rather a genuine desire for him to have a better life.

But Mephistopheles simply shook his head at this suggestion. "I won't go to Academy City, Mom."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, but still said, "I respect your opinion. I was just suggesting it. However, I think you should take a look at the information about Academy City first. Maybe you'll want to go then."

Mephistopheles continued to shake his head, "I've been paying attention to Academy City for a long time. How could I not pay attention to such a famous place?"

Mephistopheles laughed as he spoke, "I don't want to go because I'm not suited for it. I think it's best for me to study diligently in a regular school and improve myself. Besides, I already have other plans for my future."

Her son was intelligent and mature, more precocious than other children from a young age. He always shared her burdens, which made the woman very gratified, but also made her feel even more sorry for him. She always believed that his precociousness was due to her own incompetence.

However, she also respected the other person's choice, because precocious children always have their own plans.

"So, what are your plans? Can you tell your mom about them?"

"It's a secret!"

Mephistopheles smiled and waved his hand.

Then, he blinked again, walked over, took the woman's hand, and shook it, as if he were being affectionate.

Mephistopheles was very clear about his strengths and knew how to amplify them.

"Mom, can I go to the British Library tomorrow? I want to read books!"

"Sure, I'll take you."

"No need, I can go by myself, Mom. You have your own things to do, right?"

Seeing her son's refusal, the woman sighed inwardly, but finally nodded.

The next day, inside the library, in the area related to religion and history, a small figure was strolling around. The child was wearing a trench coat, which was clearly tailor-made.

Mephistopheles had no desire to go to Academy City; it was not only full of trouble but also dangerous. If he were to develop superpowers and could not break free from the man-made constraints, it would be tantamount to severing another path called True Magic.

After all, due to limitations in their understanding, users of magical abilities might experience reactions like bursting blood vessels when using True Magic.

Mephistopheles didn't consider himself a person with any special talent. He regarded himself as an ordinary person, so how could an ordinary person like himself follow in the footsteps of those with special talents? Naturally, he chose to study True Magic!

He searched for traces of True Magic in the vast Sea of Books, sought out various religious texts, and studied all kinds of knowledge.

In a corner of the British Library, a young child sat quietly in a chair, looking at the book in front of him. Beside him was a pile of books, the titles of which would make even a college student's scalp tingle.

It's all literature and materials about religion and mysticism!

If you force yourself to finish it, you might fall asleep within half an hour!

But surprisingly, the child was completely engrossed in watching; he even had a notebook in hand and was constantly taking notes.

Mephistopheles believed this statement.

True Magic, hidden among humans, mysterious and omnipresent!

Chapter 191 In Search of the Mysterious Person

Mephistopheles silently studied the knowledge he had gathered from various books, including religious doctrines, myths, and historical facts. As a time traveler, he knew very well that this knowledge could be useful in many situations.

Especially in the realm of mysticism, sometimes a historical record can play a role, even triggering large-scale True Magic.

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

However, the skill required of the True Magic to transform these elements into True Magic for use is quite high.

For Mephistopheles, who has only just begun exploring the mysterious realm, all of this is too early; he must continue his investigation.

In the time that followed, Mephistopheles frantically studied everything related to the occult. As soon as class ended, he would pack his things and rush to the British Library, making him a rather unique sight in the area.

Many people are drawn to the figure of the child who likes to sit by the window, basking in the sun, quietly turning the pages of a book under the sunlight. It's so captivating, simply because the contrast is so stark.

Other children always like to browse through fairy tales and picture books, but that child, who looks only ten years old, is always browsing through various documents that would give even college students a headache, or heavy history books that could kill someone.

He always took meticulous notes, carefully reviewing every word, unwilling to overlook any detail.

He would open several books at the same time, compare them, and look for commonalities. If it wasn't a child, they would even suspect that they were seeing an old scholar majoring in history or theology.

During this period, his academic performance at school was consistently excellent, not only in competitions but also in sports. There was no incident of the rumor that "nerds are always bullied."

On the contrary, Mephistopheles was quite popular at school. He was always the most sought-after member on both the basketball and soccer teams, but unfortunately, he was too busy going to the library to become a full member.

Three years have passed in this way. Mephistopheles, who was originally in elementary school, has become a qualified junior high school student. He has become more upright and handsome than before, and perhaps because he reads too many books, he also has the temperament of a scholar.

Over the course of those three years, Mephistopheles practically devoured all the mystical materials in the British Library. He dared to say that the knowledge he possessed in his young mind, whether in history or religious theology, was no less than that of undergraduates or even graduate students in related fields!

Of course, he was still just a junior high school student, sitting in the classroom with a group of children of similar age, learning the knowledge he already knew by heart.

In fact, he has already learned Latin and Greece in these three years and is now studying Egypt hieroglyphs.

I arrived at the British Library again, flipping through textbooks on Egypt hieroglyphs, attracting many admiring glances.

"Look, he's here again!" It's an old acquaintance.

"That child? He looks very young, looking at an ancient Egypt language textbook?" This must be a newcomer.

Those who witness such a scene for the first time are bound to be surprised for a while, but for those who are old acquaintances, it is a moment of joy, after all, seeing the surprised expression on the newcomer's face is also a kind of enjoyment.

So they chuckled softly, explaining the situation quietly so as not to disturb others.

"That's a genius here, also known as the British Library's gifted book boy. In almost three years, he's already read hundreds of books!"

"Hundreds of books?!"

"That's right, hundreds of books, and many of them are related to theology and history. They are highly specialized documents with almost no entertainment value."

Just then, an elderly man with gray hair came over and whispered something to the boy. The boy looked up and said something back to the man. Then the old man left, satisfied.

Seeing this, the newlyweds were even more surprised.

"Isn't that Professor Magill from King's College London? He's quite familiar with that child?"

"Of course, the two of them must have discussed this more than ten times. Professor Magill must have encountered some problem and came to discuss it with him. After all, as I just said, this kid reads very professional books. I even heard that someone suggested that he audit classes at King's College to avoid wasting his talent."

"Of course, there were suggestions to let him take the exam and be admitted exceptionally, but he refused them all, saying that he wanted to live his normal student life properly."

Upon hearing this, the newcomer's eyes widened slightly. This child had actually given up such a great opportunity! King's College London was no ordinary school; it was an absolute top university!

In the distance, a petite girl and a slightly older blond man were watching this side. Although they were also pretending to be reading, their attention was always on Mephistopheles.

"Is it him, Mark?"

The blonde girl's mouth didn't move, but her voice resonated in the man's mind.

That is the power of True Magic.

"It's him. For the past three years, he's been studying theology, history, and religion, including various myths and legends. I've followed him and discovered that he's trying to find traces of mystery within this knowledge."

Upon hearing this answer, the blonde Leivinia Birdway, couldn't help but smile, "You're not just a simple enthusiast, are you? Like those girls who like fortune telling."

The man, known as Mark, or Mark Spencer for short, said expressionlessly, "No, he has successfully deciphered several different True Magic. He now carries Tarot with him and can already use some of them to cast True Magic."

"He can already use True Magic? Did he learn it himself?"

"Yes, no one taught him."

"Tarot? Don't you think it's perfect for us at Dawnlight?"

"Yes, although he seeks knowledge from different texts, the path he takes is closely related to the knowledge passed down by the Golden Dawn. If he can receive systematic training, his strength might improve very quickly."

"He's been promoted very quickly; is it possible he could become the second deputy?"

Without any hesitation, Mark Spence nodded and said, "The possibility is extremely high, and he also has an exceptional talent for linguistics. This kind of person is the most suitable to become True Magic."

Upon hearing this answer, Leivinia Bird smiled slightly, "Then let's get to know each other."

On his way home, Mephistopheles yawned. Although he enjoyed reading and learning, he felt exhausted when he relaxed, as if his body had been completely drained.

He felt around in his pocket, pulled out a five-pound note, went to a street food stall, and ordered a plate of fried noodles.

This kind of street-side fried noodles is cheap and contains a lot of oil, making it a high-calorie food. For Mephistopheles, who has already lost a lot of energy, it's a very attractive option.

He happily accepted the large portion of fried noodles, which was filled with meat and vegetables and would normally be enough for three meals for a child. Mephistopheles immediately found a place to sit down and started showing off his food. The aroma of the food filled his mouth, making his stomach rumble even more.

After the first bite, my stomach finally felt a little better, and then came another bite, and another.

After Mephistopheles contentedly tossed the empty lunchbox into the trash can and let out a soft burp, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The people around had vanished, and the place had suddenly become a no-man's land.

He sensed something unusual!

It's the scent of an event!

"Huh?! Could it be Bystander Evacuation?" His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and soon he saw a piece of paper stuck to a trash can not far away, with a strange rune written on it.

Upon seeing the rune, Mephistopheles's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over.

"These are Rune Script?" he said.

"That's right, Bystander Evacuation, Rune Script are quite effective." The voice was somewhat arrogant, and it was clear from the sound that it belonged to a young girl. Mephistopheles turned to look in the direction from which the voice came, and saw a girl who looked even younger than him.

If I had to say, I was around eight years old.

The girl smiled haughtily, staring at Mephistopheles: "You seem to be searching for traces of True Magic? Is that it?"

Mephistopheles glanced at the girl, then at the man beside her, and had a rough idea of who they were, but still asked, "Who are you?"

He asked on purpose, of course. In fact, he had already guessed that the woman was Leivinia Bardwell, the leader of Dawnlight, and the man was Leivinia Bardwell's deputy and Dawnlight's second-in-command, Mark Spence.

"You are not qualified to know yet." Leivinia Bardwell said, gently raising her hand. A strange object appeared before her and transformed into Star Cup.

Then, the water condensed in the air, transforming into a water snake that rushed towards Mephistopheles!

Seeing this, Mephistopheles quickly dodged, and while dodging, he also took out a card from his pocket. The card was Tarot, specifically the Judgment Card!

As the card appeared, flames suddenly appeared in the air, accompanied by a loud explosion!

"Bang!"

The flames exploded, scattering the water snake in all directions!

The True Magic power he could use now was very low; this explosion was already at its limit, but it was enough, because he could see that Leivinia Baldwe hadn't used her full strength, and that the water snake was just a showpiece.

Seeing her water snake destroyed, Leivinia smiled and didn't continue the attack. Instead, she asked, "Have you heard of the Golden Dawn?"

"Golden Dawn? You mean the father of modern True Magic? That mysterious True Magic society?" Mephistopheles frowned slightly, feigning annoyance at being attacked.

"That's right, it's that one. With the disbandment of the Golden Dawn, many True Magic societies that inherited its ideals emerged, and we are one of them. You can call us Dawnlight. Would you like to join us?"

Mephistopheles didn't rush to agree. He knew this was an opportunity, a chance to truly step into the realm of mysticism and begin acquiring a wealth of mystical knowledge, but he remained cautious.

What is your purpose?

"Purpose?"

"You are an organization, and you will always have your own goals."

"Smart. We do indeed have our own purpose. Dawnlight's purpose has never changed since its inception: to control the world, to control everything!" Leivinia said, looking at Mephistopheles, and extended the invitation again, "Well? Would you like to join us?"

Mephistopheles fell silent. He had forgotten Dawnlight's purpose, but hearing it again now reminded him. Dawnlight wasn't always called Dawnlight. The organization was very old, and its initial goal was to become superior to others, to become leaders, that is, to become beings above all others.

Later, with the emergence of the Golden Dawn, they infiltrated the Golden Dawn, but unexpectedly, they were devoured by the Golden Dawn. The entire organization was transformed from its original form into a True Magic organization, and was renamed Dawnlight.

But then, Mephistopheles smiled.

"I'm joining you!"

Leivinia smiled and said, "Have you considered your True Magic name?"

"I've already decided, my True Magic name is Veritas000!" Mephistopheles said with a smile, revealing the True Magic name he had chosen from the very beginning of his pursuit of the occult.

The True Magic name surprised both Leivinia and Mark, after which Leivinia laughed even harder.

"Your name combined with numbers suggests you have extraordinary ambitions!"

Mephistopheles laughed as well, "Doesn't this align with your society's principles, or rather, its purpose?"

The pursuit of ultimate wisdom, the search for the realm hidden atop the Tree of Life, is indeed a tremendous ambition, and certainly aligns with the goal of "mastering the core of the world."

Mephistopheles, 13 years old, officially became a member of Dawnlight and began his own study of True Magic!