Ascension: 7 = 4

"What do you want to say?" the Lion King asked.

In a situation where there's no way to resist, communicating with the other party to find out what's really going on is a good option.

"This era must be corrected, history must return to normal, there's no way around it," Mephistopheles said. "And that also means you will die, because your existence also led to the birth of this era. You could say that this era isn't just about the King of Magecraft's interference; it's essentially a parallel world that should have developed independently."

The Lion King looked at Mephistopheles; having gained a divine perspective, she naturally understood the meaning behind his words.

The King Arthur of this world was born to be the Lion King. He will continue to move forward and roam this world. Whether he will be killed by Bedivere or regain the power of the Holy Sword and become a god in this world who has regained his humanity, these are things that can only be known in the future.

But with the intervention of the King of Magecraft, everything changed. The world was not separated, nor did it become a parallel world. Instead, it became an erroneous history on a single timeline.

"You're right. To revise history means to kill me, to make someone my enemy."

Bedivere watched the two men conversing ahead, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, gazing at the king from his memories, and whispered, "Your Majesty..."

The Lion King is currently powerless to resist. If you take action yourself, you can use the power of the Holy Sword to erase the Lion King's divinity!

It could also return the king to death!

This was his mission, but at that moment, Mephistopheles stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I have something else I want to say."

Mephistopheles looked at the Lion King again and asked, "Do you want to live?"

The Lion King, puzzled, looked at Mephistopheles and asked, "Aren't you going to correct history anymore?"

"No, I will revise history, but I can also let you live, not as just King Arthur, nor as just the Lion King, but as King Arthur, the Lion King, and the Storm Lord. Of course, I'm not very confident, but I think it's worth a try, after all, I want to test it out."

"Test?"

"The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad is an instrument used to fix the surface laws of this world. In reality, it is equivalent to having the ability to create 'small, independent mini-worlds' within a small area. When all the Holy Lance are pierced at the same time, it is equivalent to an Earth. This is the ability I need."

Mephistopheles reached out and gently touched the tip of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, feeling the immense power hidden within it.

"Give it to me, I'll try. If I succeed, you'll survive, the world will be saved, and everything can have a perfect ending, wouldn't that be great?"

The Lion King looked at Mephistopheles, and she finally understood why her eyes could not see the future of this person. It was because he was also a god-level being, and the power he possessed was that of multiple gods. What was most terrifying was that almost every one of the beings standing behind him surpassed the level of the main gods she knew.

Moreover, that special technique—pressing the weight of the world onto the target without killing them—what kind of True Magic is that? This kind of True Magic is beyond her comprehension.

She looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then let go of his hand.

The other party could have easily taken the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, but instead asked for his opinion, which shows that the other party truly respected him.

Mephistopheles took the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad and, feeling the power contained within Holy Lance, raised it without hesitation. Holy Lance surged around him, and the Holy Lance began to disintegrate, transforming into magical runes!

These magical runes were all golden, like Stigmata. Sensing the laws contained within these Stigmata, Mephistopheles's lips curled up slightly.

"As expected, it really works..." Mephistopheles copied these patterns and, relying on his own magic, chanted a special incantation.

"By the cycle of the four realms, I swear to recast authority in the void of Ain Sof!"

"My right hand holds up the Metatron's Wheel, causing the seventy-two holy names to transform into the Infinite extending straight line—behold! That lightning path that runs from Kether to Malkuth has endowed all values with equal divinity!"

"My left hand grips Samael's Reverse Blade, condensing the flames of the fifth element into an absolute singularity—listen! The Throat of Belial trembles with the collapse of a billion possibilities, and the prime of the end manifests here!"

"Using the Rose Cross as the axis, let the branches of the Inverse Tree of Life overlap with those of the Upright Tree of Life!"

"At this moment, Thoth's Silver Hammer strikes the Eye of Horus, and the triple veil is torn apart in the storm of Tefnut —reveal! The geometry of Merkabah bears the dark side of Sariel's moon, the fragments of the Tower of Babel are reassembled into Jacob's Ladder, and Sophia's tears are rising upstream along the third pillar!"

"Using the Hermes' Staff as a conductor and the ROTA Wheel as a base, let this primordial thunderbolt—'LIGHTNING OF AIN SOPH'—through the twenty-two paths, forge chaos into the newborn Tarot, The Fool!"

At that moment, a special force began to descend from the top, following a special path, and patterns like lightning appeared in the air.

However, the lightning bolt struck into the void. In that instant, the Lion King clearly sensed some unusual changes. That lightning was no ordinary lightning; it was a very special power, seemingly merging with everything in this world!

What exactly was this lightning bolt?

"Just as the name suggests, the Creation Lightning." Mephistopheles smiled, sensing that tiny world, or rather, the Phase.

The construction of Phase is not so simple; it requires the joint efforts of many people, relies on mystery, and takes a great deal of time.

"Originally, it would be difficult for the myth I created on my own to generate a sufficiently large Phase, and even if I did manage to create Phase, the Lion King born within it would not be you; it would just be the Lion King I wrote down."

Mephistopheles looked at the Lion King and explained what he was doing.

"That belongs to the realm of mythology, you can think of it as the kingdom of gods. I've been trying to do this all along, but it's very difficult. But after coming into contact with the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad just now, I know that I can carry out my plan."

"The power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, which constructs the laws of an area, is more than sufficient to catalyze a Phase."

As Mephistopheles spoke, the power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad continued to flow into that Phase. It didn't need to be fixed; it was merely for catalysis. Therefore, it didn't need to be preserved. Once it had catalyzed to a sufficient degree to accommodate the Lion King, the Holy Lance could be returned.

After all, if the size of the Phase cannot support the size of the deity within it, it is highly likely to cause the Phase to break.

Fortunately, the Lion King's power was not that great; he didn't even need to build a world the size of Earth, just a world the size of a continent would suffice.

In the future, as the myths continue to circulate and the Phase continue to evolve, what exactly they will become is beyond Mephistopheles's knowledge.

In any case, the symbol used by Mephistopheles is the Fool, which represents both new life and chaos, corresponding to the Kabbalah theory of "Tzimtzum (Tzimtzum)": God creates the void by Tzimtzum himself, making creation possible.

The reason Mephistopheles didn't choose this world was because he wanted it to expand, not to be a final, fixed world.

After taking care of everything, Mephistopheles looked at Bedivere and smiled, "Take your hand off and give it to her."

Bedivere was confused at the moment, but he felt that what Mephistopheles was saying sounded very powerful. Upon hearing this, he detached his arm and handed the object made of the holy sword to the Lion King.

With the return of the Holy Sword, the divinity within the Lion King began to be suppressed, and her humanity began to return. Her eyes regained some clarity, but the gold within them still had not dissipated.

At this moment, the Lion King is gradually transforming from a mechanical god into a god with humanity.

"Bedivere ..." she called softly to her subordinate, her eyes devoid of reproach. "Don't worry about it. This is fate. Fate made me the Lion King, fate allowed me to foresee the King of Magecraft's conspiracy, and fate also led me to meet Mephistopheles in this place..."

"You keep talking about fate. If I knew someone like that, they'd definitely beat you up," Mephistopheles muttered, the image of Aleister, the chairman of Academy City, popping into his mind.

The golden book continues to write its contents, which are connected to the present Phase and create relationships between them. It records what has just happened.

[The Lion King obtained his sacred sword, and from that moment, his humanity was restored. Since both the sword and the Holy Lance were with King Arthur, he finally became a true god, a contradiction between humanity and divinity, and ultimately, a true unity.]

Artoria looked at Mephistopheles and asked, "Why do you want me to go in? What's the point?"

"If you don't go in, a new Lion King will be born here in the future. If you go in, you will become the Lion King of this world. Moreover, your Phase will surround the world like an invisible and intangible protective layer, using the power of the gods in mythology to protect the world from evil."

"Of course, others can also connect with Phase and use its power to cast True Magic. For example, they can use your power to demonstrate your authority as the Lion King. However, when they use it, they will inevitably spread this myth, and your own existence and power will be strengthened again."

Mephistopheles laughed as he spoke.

"How about this deal?"

"In other words, if I choose to die, it won't actually have any impact on you?"

"No, that's the truth. I'm just giving you a choice," Mephistopheles said sincerely.

Artoria was silent for a moment, then laughed, "I originally wanted to choose death, after all, I should have died. However, considering that I might be the last witness in this world, I agree to your plan. I will go to your Phase world."

Mephistopheles clapped his hands. "Then it's settled. If needed in the future, I might summon you down to help."

Artoria nodded gently. "Okay."

"But don't worry, I usually don't summon them. After all, my own strength is enough to handle most troubles." Mephistopheles took the Holy Lance and Holy Sword and planted them in the ground. "Moreover, once you go inside, the power within the Phase will construct a brand new Holy Sword and Holy Lance, and their abilities will be the same as in the mythology, so you don't need to worry about your weapons."

If possible, Mephistopheles would indeed like to take the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad away, disassemble it, and analyze it thoroughly. His analysis of the magic runes earlier wasn't actually comprehensive; it only gave him a rough understanding of a part of it.

However, he was also worried about one thing: if the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad were really taken away, its special status might affect the restoration of history.

Therefore, he had to give up that idea.

The weight of the world lifted, Artoria rose. She could now feel the call of the Phase, a strange sensation, as if she instinctively knew how to return to that world.

The crack remained, like a spatial passage. She glanced at Bedivere, finally bid him farewell, and stepped into it.

The Lion King returned to his throne, the rift disappeared, and the whole world trembled violently. This world began to collapse!

"You can rest now. Your mission is finally over." Mephistopheles smiled and patted Bedivere on the shoulder, bidding him farewell. Bedivere bowed to Mephistopheles, looked at the collapsing world, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Humanity will have a bright future, right?"

"Yes, you'll see how powerful humanity will be when you witness my True Magic. Even a King of Magecraft wouldn't stand a chance. The future world will be one where everyone becomes a god." Mephistopheles made this promise to Bedivere as he dissipated.

In the distance, Ramses II smiled, conversing with his ancestors.

"This man truly astonished me. He was able to suppress the Lion King at his full power, and so easily at that. His final actions created a unique little world, allowing the Lion King born in this world to continue to exist. In the future, that world should become a Divine Realm."

He smiled, letting himself dissipate and return to his own Throne of Heroes.

The world has recovered!

Chapter 213 Advancement 7=4

With the collapse of the Singularity, history has been restored, and Mephistopheles and the others' bodies had long since left with the collapse and returned to Chaldea.

Mephistopheles saw the other people waiting for him. Clearly, he was the last to return, since he had chatted with Bedivere for a while.

"Your body..." Medea walked up and gently touched Mephistopheles's chest. In the control room above, Olga Marie glared at this scene, then snorted coldly, turned her head, and muttered, "Shameless!"

Upon hearing this, Romani glanced helplessly at Olga Marie, then looked at Leonardo da Vinci, who was watching the scene unfold, and shrugged.

Medea took the opportunity to grab Mephistopheles's chest, feeling his strong muscles, and revealed a hint of excitement, making Mephistopheles sigh helplessly, "In public!"

"What's wrong? We're a couple, everyone knows that!" Medea said nonchalantly, scratching him again, which made Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was standing to the side, chuckle. Mash Kyrielight, on the other hand, watched with great curiosity, as if she were watching a TV drama.

"Stop joking. Your body seems to have changed a bit, like..." Medea's smile faded as she carefully sensed the man before her, "Like your rank has suddenly been elevated!"

"It leveled up..." Mephistopheles nodded honestly, "It leveled up just now while I was chatting with the Lion King."

"While chatting?" Medea's eyes widened in surprise.

She had heard of breakthroughs during battles, studies, and cultivation, but she had never heard of a breakthrough while chatting with someone.

"I tried to analyze the power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, and then used this power to fill the gaps in my knowledge, successfully creating a new Phase. In the process, I gained a better understanding of some of the knowledge left behind by Shiva, and as a result, I ascended."

Mephistopheles's explanation is very simple, but in reality, it's obviously not that easy.

"You created a new Phase?!" Medea probably understood Mephistopheles's True Magic the most, so after hearing Mephistopheles's words, Medea finally understood what he had done.

Mephistopheles created a world and then superimposed this mirror-like world onto it!

"I used both positive Anti-Kabbalah to create the singularity of chaos, guiding the Infinite Light of divinity down and retracing the path of creation..." Mephistopheles said softly, like a student afraid of being scolded, "I didn't expect it to succeed."

Medea stared at Mephistopheles with wide eyes. "Are you crazy!"

Mephistopheles laughed, "See? It's a success, isn't it?"

"What if you fail? This time you didn't just channel a little bit of power for a normal attack, you used it to create the world. Even with the help of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, and even if what you created was only Phase, and even if it was stabilized by the Lion King's status, it's still creation. If you're not careful, you might be backfired and reduced to ashes!"

Medea started cursing, but her eyes were full of worry. Mephistopheles remained silent and let her curse him.

Medea's concerns were valid; this was an act of creation, and the Infinite power it unleashed demanded true the Infinite.

If this force gets out of control, it will be tantamount to the destruction of the world.

Although Mephistopheles's current strength is certainly not enough to destroy the world, if he were to perish first, causing his True Magic to become ineffective, it would naturally not cause a major disaster.

Even if the Lion King were to die due to the impact of his death, history would still be corrected, so in essence, there is no problem with revising the outcome of history.

But no matter what, the price will inevitably be their own death.

As it turned out, Mephistopheles actually went to gamble, and he won!

"Actually, it's alright. After all, I received a gift from Shiva. Shiva does indeed have the concept of creation. I'm now a proper 7=4 rank master, having reached the Human Apex!" Mephistopheles said, patting his chest with great pride.

The Human Apex is the highest level that humans can reach. If one wants to go further, one must shed the human form and elevate one's status to a non-human realm.

After finishing her tirade, Medea calmed down a bit. She continued to sense the changes in Mephistopheles's body and whispered, "Wait, your ascension isn't over yet, is it?"

Mephistopheles looked at the other person with some surprise. "You figured it out?"

"I was also influenced by the Blood Mother's power in the past, so I can still see some of it. Although you have advanced in rank, it's not complete yet. It's like you've stepped halfway in, with the other half still outside. In this situation, you can't truly unleash the power of Rank 7 = Rank 4, right?"

Mephistopheles nodded slightly, acknowledging Medea's guess. At this moment, seeing that there was no further conflict between the two, the others gathered around.

Black Jeanne asked, "What does 7 = 4 mean?"

"It means I'm incredibly powerful. I doubt any human could defeat me," Mephistopheles replied simply. "With my current strength, we might not even need a plan anymore; we can face Goetia directly."

Even though he can't unleash his full Human Apex now, Mephistopheles's current power allows him to unleash True Magic with hundreds of times greater power than before.

This is because his power is currently unstable, and he must ensure that there are no problems before he can improve it. If he didn't have to worry about these issues, then the power he could increase would be on the order of tens of millions of times.

After advancing in rank, the increase in strength is extremely exaggerated.

After all, if he could truly achieve a stable 7=4 order, the power he would unleash could shake the universe itself!

Because at that time he could summon a fully-formed archangel, and a fully-formed archangel could shake the entire world. Since he was the one who summoned it, it was naturally considered that he shook the world.

A perfect logical chain!

Ritsuka Fujimaru asked curiously, "Specifically? Just how much stronger have you become?"