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hum-
A subtle, magical resonance resonated within her skull.
Like the most precise plug connected to a dedicated interface, the magic circuits within her body began to efficiently and rapidly establish a deep connection, synchronization, and calibration with the newly embedded "peeping" magic eye!
A strange, cold, vast, and seemingly penetrating barrier of space, senses began to awaken slowly from the depths of that dreamlike gem-like eyeball, like the first ebb tide!
Om-!
It was as if an invisible switch had been suddenly flipped!
Yvette Velvet's dreamlike "peeping" eye in her left eye socket suddenly burst forth with an iridescent glow that was far more dazzling and colder than before!
Her worldview underwent a revolutionary reconstruction at that moment!
This is something that cannot be compared to the simple "eagle-eye vision" in modern video games!
That is to completely peel away the "skin" of the real world, exposing the surging torrent beneath it, which is composed of pure information and magic!
The world before my eyes—
No longer is the underworld covered in ashes, no longer is the leaden sky of solidified star remains.
Instead, there is a vast and boundless star map interface woven from billions of flowing, semi-transparent data chains and shimmering magic nodes!
The space itself is analyzed as a layered structure, like transparent slices, with each layer flowing with energy trajectories and spatial folds of different properties.
Cold, geometric grid lines, representing distance and dimension, cover the entire field of vision like latitude and longitude lines.
The air was no longer filled with dust, but with visible magical turbulence—like rushing, colorful rivers, with specific frequencies and "directions," washing over Yvette's senses.
Even those faint spiritual veins hidden in the crevices of space, which are usually invisible, are now clearly visible, like delicate nerve veins emitting a faint blue glow!
This feeling was as if her consciousness had been directly connected to the world's own "backend database"! A vast stream of spatial information, enough to overwhelm any mortal's mind, surged in like a cold tsunami!
"Ugh!" Yvette groaned, her body swaying slightly. The information overload from the new Magic Eye required even her to adjust instantly. But her eyes gleamed with a sharp light, a mixture of excitement and focus!
“Very good…” She licked her slightly dry lips, a battle-ready smile curving her lips.
"So--"
Her voice rang out clearly in the deathly silence of the underworld, carrying an undeniable determination, as if declaring war on the rules of this ancient, otherworldly realm:
"Let me take a look at that 'wretched' point that was hiding its true nature and caused me half my death—"
Let's see which mouse hole it's hiding in!
Meanwhile, in another corner of the underworld.
Furu exhaled a long, almost venting breath, as if trying to expel the gloom and stagnation from this land of the dead that had been building up in his lungs, along with the stagnation caused by the invisible tug-of-war.
He raised his hand and roughly tore off the old turban that covered his head, which was stained with the smell of ashes, leaving a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead.
He dug his fingertips into the roots of his hair and scratched them hard, bringing a faint, living sting, as if confirming that he had not yet been completely assimilated by this deathly silence.
Beneath my feet lies the same cold, ashen earth that seems to suck away the warmth of my soul, and above me hangs a heavy, leaden dome, solidified with the remnants of dim stars.
The whispers of the dead that permeated this area seemed even thicker than those in Yvette's area, like an invisible spiderweb, entwining perception and bringing a dizzying oppression.
Freed.
This idea clearly emerged in the core of Furu's meticulously crafted mind.
The tacit "cooperation" between Yvette—that shrewd and enigmatic Eye of the Demon—was finally torn apart in the recent spatial upheaval that swept through the Underworld.
That sudden "convulsion," the surge of magic like an out-of-control torrent, instantly tore countless fleeting cracks into the originally stable spatial structure.
For Furu, it was not just a tremor in the spatial structure, but more like a die thrown by fate itself, providing him with an excellent and dignified "exit ticket".
No words are needed, not even eye contact.
The moment the dust stirred up by the magic storm obscured their vision, his and Yvette's figures were like the two poles of a magnet, propelled by an invisible repulsive force, and were launched in opposite directions with precision and speed, each disappearing into a spatial rift with compatible attributes and the closest distance.
The speed of their separation was as fast as two phantoms instantly scattered by a gale from the underworld.
The rift closed in an instant, completely severing their connection, their gazes, and even any potential suspicions.
Fulu knew very well that Yvette was by no means slow-witted.
Her unpredictable, enigmatic eyes must have already captured the subtle anxiety he occasionally revealed when stroking the astrolabe, and the suppressed, star-like sparks of focused attention he displayed when his gaze swept over certain areas.
Those were all silent declarations. Maintaining that fragile alliance in this perilous underworld was a drain on both sides. However, abruptly breaking off the partnership would not only be impolite but could also trigger unnecessary trouble.
Thanks to that "spasm," it untied this delicate knot in an almost brutal way.
However, Furu's solitary journey was not aimless.
After accepting the request from the puppeteer Aozaki Touko—to guide Matou Ike into the Great Tomb of Albion—
Previously, his schedule had already been occupied by another commission.
A commission from the Atlas Institute.
It comes from an alchemist named Shion.
With that thought, Furu stopped scratching at her hair, and her eyes returned to their sharp, cold gleam of polished crystal.
He slowly raised his hand, and the astronomical compass on his wrist, made of mithril and stardust fragments, silently swirled with a faint blue light in the dim light of the underworld.
The star trail markings on the compass surface, as if awakened from a dream, began to slowly and precisely rotate and calibrate on their own.
His gaze pierced through the deathly gray fog that permeated the area before him, and was directed toward a predetermined "coordinate" deep within the underworld, a coordinate that could only be anchored by astrology.
The whispers of the dead in the air seemed to transform into meaningless background noise that interfered with his highly focused perception.
It's time to fulfill the commission from the "City of Alchemy".
Chapter 636 The Hidden God (4k)
Matou Ike's gaze, like two cold probes piercing through the boiling energy storm, indifferently locked onto the entity in front of him enveloped in endless destructive radiance.
The newly born "God of Magic".
Iskandar.
Between the two, the violent clashes that could crush mountains into dust and cause the spatial structure to groan and collapse have already exceeded a thousand times!
Every collision is a pure and extreme outburst of violence!
Every clash unleashes a torrent of energy powerful enough to evaporate mountains and tear the sky apart!
The scorched earth beneath their feet was long gone, replaced by a glassy abyss that had been repeatedly melted, crystallized, and instantly vaporized!
The air was no longer a flowing substance, but a completely boiling, twisted, and violent torrent of magical power visible to the naked eye, like billions of roaring serpents of law, writhing wildly under the crushing force of power!
However, in this ultimate struggle that could shatter the mind of any onlooker, an almost eerie "monotony" crept in like a leech, quietly climbing into the intricately functioning core of Matouike's mind—
Until now!
Until after these thousands of devastating impacts that were enough to reshape the landscape and shake the very foundations of the world!
The opponent—this newly born god who wields the fundamental authority of magic and should be omniscient—is displaying the "power" he intends to destroy Matouike with...
From beginning to end, only—
Thunder!
boom--! ! ! !
As if to confirm this cold observation, another pale beam of light, rough enough to make one's soul tremble, pierced through the field of vision. Like a judgment spear that tears through chaos in mythology, it roared out from the divine radiance where Iskandar was located, carrying the absolute will to shatter all things!
That's not a docile electric snake in nature.
That is the manifestation of authority! That is the wrath of the law!
It was given that name, which had resonated in the collective unconscious of humanity for thousands of years and symbolized supreme divine authority—
Zeus!
The ultimate violence belongs to the god-king who sits atop Mount Olympus, ruling the heavens and the laws!
The essence of this thunder is pure "negation"! It is ultimate "destruction"! It is the final judgment of the God-King's will upon mortal existence!
Each time it descends, it carries with it a tremendous force that makes the spatial structure groan and shatter, greedily licking and tearing at the defenses constructed by Matouchi, attempting to completely "erasure" his existence, his will, and all traces of him from this dimension!
Iskandar, this newly born god of magic, seems to have abandoned all the unpredictability and change that belong to "magic".
He was like an ancient Titan, stubborn to the extreme, who only knew how to wield a heavy hammer.
Their tactics were simple, direct, and brutal to the point of being suffocating.
pouring!
This thunderous power, originating from Zeus, the king of the gods and symbolizing absolute destruction, is used in the simplest, most violent, and most continuous way...
pouring!
pouring!
It pours down without end!
There is only one goal—to use this endless torrent of divine punishment to completely submerge, destroy, and annihilate this paradoxical existence called "Matou Pond" into the most basic magical dust!
Deep within Matou Ike's indifferent pupils was reflected the pale, destructive light that once again tore through space and roared in. The magical barrier surrounding him trembled violently under the impact of the divine punishment, emitting a sharp, strained hum.
A cold, almost absurd doubt, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirred ripples in his meticulously crafted mind:
Why... only thunder?
Matou Ike's thoughts, like a cold engine forcibly kept running in a destructive storm, precisely capture the incomprehensible paradox behind this monotonous "divine punishment".
Thunder, only thunder.
After thousands of violent clashes, the newly born "god of magic"—Iskandar—displayed only the destructive power originating from Zeus, the king of the Olympian gods, symbolizing pure negation.
Why?
This cold question, like a boulder thrown into a deep pool of thought, stirred up ripples of analysis.
The other party is a deity.
It is the being that holds the power over the origin of magic and should have the most direct contact with the "Vortex of Origin" that gives birth to all things!
That is the beginning of all laws and the end of all principles. It is the source of all "possibilities" and "impossibilities" in a mystical sense.
Even the frail human body, if it is fortunate enough to touch the wall of origin, can bring back a miracle called "magic" that transcends common sense when it returns—the ultimate privilege of distorting the foundation of the world and rewriting the established laws.