Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 300 The Beginning of the Divergence

Inside Carlo's research room in the Magic Association tower.

A week has passed since he developed the life force transfer magic. During this time, he has basically perfected the magic, and all that remains is to continuously optimize its efficiency.

Of course, he didn't forget to send a message to Vlame to tell him about it.

While waiting for Vlamé, Carlo stood in the center of the room, with a table in front of him covered with papers inscribed with complex magical runes.

His hands trembled slightly, his eyes behind his glasses were bloodshot, and his gaze was filled with deep conflict.

Before long, Vlamé arrived.

She practically rushed into the research lab, without even having time to knock.

The red-haired girl's face was filled with barely suppressed excitement, and her gaze instantly locked onto the paper on the table covered with complex magical runes.

"Carlo, you really succeeded?!"

Vlame's voice trembled slightly as she strode to Carlo, her eyes burning as she looked at the papers on the table. "Quick! Tell me! The complete structure and all the details!"

As she spoke, she reached out to grab the papers.

However, Carlo instinctively leaned forward, raised his arm, and blocked Vlamé's movement.

His face no longer showed the joy of a research breakthrough, but was instead filled with struggle and hesitation.

“Lord Volame…” Carlo’s voice was hoarse, “this magic…”

"What's wrong with this magic?" Vlame frowned, keenly noticing Carlo's unusual behavior. "We made a deal before, Carlo. I provided the most crucial magical runes to help you complete your research. I am qualified, and I must, obtain this magic."

Her tone was firm and unwavering; this was the goal she had been pursuing for a long time, and she would not allow any mishaps at the last minute.

Even if it means resorting to force, she must obtain this magic from Carlo.

Carlo's lips trembled slightly. He looked at Vlame's determined gaze, then looked down at the magical runes on the table that were both a miracle and a symbol of evil.

Ariel's sarcastic words and the life conversion efficiency he himself deduced came to mind, the cost of which was staggering.

“I…I suddenly feel…” Carlo began with difficulty, “that such magic, perhaps, maybe, possibly, should not have been created, much less passed down.”

Vlame's eyes sharpened instantly: "Carlo, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to back out?" She took a step closer, her body radiating a faint magical aura. "Don't forget, without me, you could never have gotten this far!!!"

Seeing Carlo's hesitation, Vlamé subconsciously assumed that the man before him wanted to keep the magic for himself.

She was even prepared to take action.

Feeling the pressure emanating from Vlamé and remembering his promise to her, Carlo's face showed a pained expression.

He didn't understand why Vlamé was so obsessed with this magic, but he did feel indebted to her for her help.

Torn between moral struggle and the pressures of reality, he finally slumped his shoulders in despair.

"……I see."

Carlo's voice was low, but it still reached Vlame's ears clearly, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, and the magical fluctuations around her dissipated.

With trembling hands, Carlo reached out and pushed a stack of papers containing the core formulas and magical structures in front of Vlamé, while simultaneously casting a spell to display the complete magic circle.

Vlamé immediately picked up the stack of papers and began to study them quickly.

Her eyes were initially full of excitement, but as she gained a deeper understanding, her brows furrowed more and more, and the excitement on her face gradually faded.

"Absorbing the life force of others and injecting it into the body of the magician, thereby neutralizing the life loss in their body and achieving a near-immortality," Vlame muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tightening, crumpling the edges of the paper. "The conversion efficiency is extremely low, less than one percent."

She finally understood why Carlo had hesitated before.

This is not a path to immortality at all, but a plundering magic built on the lives of others!
A chill ran down Vlame's spine and up to the top of her head. She sought immortality so that she could have more time to study the mysteries of magic and, at the same time, to stay by Professor Lord's side.

But if it has to be done this way... then how can she face her teacher?
At that time, I'm afraid that not only would Professor Lord be unable to forgive herself, but even she herself would be unable to forgive herself.

Seeing the ever-changing expression on Vlamé's face, Carlo felt a mix of emotions.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Lord Vlame, as Lord Celie's disciple, you must know a lot about Lord Lord, right?"

Still reeling from the magic, Vlame replied absentmindedly, "Of course, no one knows more about Lord Lord Lord than I do."

Carlo raised his head, looked directly at Vlamé, and asked a startling question:

"Then, Lord Vlame, do you know if Lord Lord Lord... is still alive?"

"Huh?!" Vlamey was shocked and abruptly raised his head. "Why did you ask that?!"

But as soon as she said it, she immediately realized the problem.

Carlo asked that question because of this magic of immortality.

After all, the source of this magic was Professor Lord's draft.

"With Lord Lord's wisdom and ability, since he was able to leave behind such an exquisite draft, he must have already mastered this magic perfectly, and may even have optimized it to a degree that we cannot imagine."

So, with the help of this magic, living from the age of mythology to the present day... isn't that impossible, is it?

He paused, not uttering his darkest speculation.

How many bones did that great god-slayer pile up beneath his feet in order to traverse a thousand years of time?
He couldn't even think about it.

Vlamé's brow furrowed deeply.

Carlo's reasoning was completely wrong.

Professor Lord has neither the need nor the inclination to use such magic; his very existence is a miracle that transcends all reason!
But... the result was right by a twist of fate.

Professor Lord is indeed still alive.

But how is she supposed to explain this?

Should we tell Carlo that Professor Lord transcended the laws of life on his own? That sounds even more unbelievable than using immortality magic.

Moreover, she had no idea whether Professor Lord would be willing to reveal his identity to the public.

Admitting it? It's inexplicable, and it might go against the teacher's wishes.

Deny it? Carlo had clearly accepted his own speculation.

The atmosphere in the research room became unusually heavy.

Finally, Vlamé avoided Carlo's gaze and somewhat awkwardly changed the subject: "Carlo, your imagination is too vivid. Lord Lord would not use this kind of magic. After all, this magic is a manuscript that Lord Lord discarded, isn't it?"

She gripped the paper tightly in her hand, as if it were something burning hot.

"I need time to study this magic in depth. Wait for my news."

After finishing his sentence, Vlame turned and quickly left the research lab without waiting for Lord's reply.

Carlo was left standing there alone, watching Vlamé's departing figure, his face showing an even more complicated and confused expression.

Miss Vlamé's answer was indeed very reasonable.

If Lord Lord really used this magic to survive until now, then why did the other party abandon this magic in the first place?
(End of this chapter)