Although Zheng Qing possessed a Forbidden Spell Seed called "Order," he could not make rules.
Just as he could not decide whether the sun rose in the east and set in the west, whether the moon hid by day and emerged at night, whether the Starry Sky had to be so far from the earth, or whether Vampires and Werewolves would continue their centuries-old hatred.
He merely went with the flow, following the rules of the universe.
Even when he took the initiative to do something, it was only within the limits permitted by those rules, like the difference between mashing a potato and frying it into strips.
Although God had created this world, Merlin and His companions must also have done something to it, bringing about the awe-inspiring changes it now possessed.
Zheng Qing did not understand any of that.
He only vaguely realized that, through those invisible "rules," he was seizing power that did not belong to him.
Power—an enormous, ever-growing amount of power that became stronger by the moment. It was like an earth dragon whose body had been cut apart; after rolling through the earth's energy, it would grow back again.
Every time the young wizard felt that he had exhausted all the unsettling power within him, it would silently gather once more.
When he studied, his power grew. When he slept, his power grew. When he turned into a cat, his power still grew. When he squandered it recklessly, it grew even faster. When he acted with the utmost caution and built a cage for it, he would discover a huge hole in that cage the next day.
No power could put shackles on power.
So, after struggling for a while, the young scholarship student finally figured it out. He stopped resisting and simply gave