Man on the ark, forced to become king

Master-level skills, ancient spells never heard of before—without a doubt, this was a man so mysterious that he was difficult to see clearly. For a moment, Fiameta even doubted that the face in front of him was just a facade, and that the battles he had experienced and the years he had lived through were far longer than his apparent age.

If someone is like that, it's only natural that Mostima would take the initiative to approach them, after all, Mostima...

Fiameta's gaze swept over the two staffs in Mostima's hands as she watched the battle. She sighed almost imperceptibly, bent down to rearrange the weapon case, and slung it over her shoulder.

"Mostima, you can get what you want this time, but be careful in Kazdel. I'll be watching you."

"Let's go, we should head back. The fight we just had has already attracted the attention of quite a few people in town."

Mostima nodded slightly without answering, but his gaze toward Lin Lu held a strange meaning.

“Let’s go back, Lin Lu. The matter has been resolved. Also, could you tell me about that teacher Topps? I’m very interested in that spell.”

"Of course, if you'd like to hear it."

Lin Lu paused for a moment, then nodded and followed them side by side, beginning to tell the story of Tops. He was also very willing to share the achievements of that great scholar with others.

“Mr. Topps taught me magic; he was my teacher. When we first met, he was sitting in a dilapidated church; he was very down on his luck back then.”

"It should be said that he was always down on his luck because no one in the academy agreed with his ideas. He was called 'Waste Rock' by the others in the academy, meaning someone without talent. Everyone ostracized him. Those idiots had no idea how great Professor Tops was."

"My teacher spent his entire life researching a magic spell, a great discovery he made by risking his life to explore, a spell that could establish new classrooms in the academy. Even after being expelled from the academy, he never gave up. In the end, he successfully perfected the spell, named it 'Topus's Position,' and taught it to me."

"At that time, he really wanted to find a sapphire key and go back to the academy to spread his discovery, so I killed a dragon and got a key, but he didn't take it because he didn't want to take away my right to enter the academy."

"Then, I stormed into the academy, found another key, and taught it to the teacher. When I got the key, Mr. Tops said to me: 'The next time we meet, he will not be the same as he is now.'"

Did he succeed?

Mostima asked a question, and Fiameta, who was next to him, also quietly pricked up his ears.

"No, he failed. When I returned to the magic academy for the second time, I saw my teacher's body. He was sitting in a corner outside, next to a small table, with ropes tied around his hands. He was dead because the academy couldn't tolerate him; the magic he had explored was a taboo for the academy."

At this point, Lin Lu's expression changed, and the undisguised mockery silenced Mostima and Fiameta.

"Professor Topps died because of the academy's fear. Although he always said he had no talent, in my opinion, he was one of the greatest scholars in the academy, far superior to those useless mediocre people. The spells he created could even distort the will of the gods, but he himself died because of a vile conspiracy."

"So, what did you do after that?"

Fiameta asked a question out of curiosity, but received a chilling answer.

"I killed them all."

Lin Lu gave a cold laugh, and a shocking killing intent flashed by, causing Fiameta and Mostima beside her to shiver involuntarily.

"I still remember clearly that there were eighty-seven people in total who mocked the teacher, drove the teacher away, and bullied the teacher. Not one of them was left. I couldn't find the murderer who killed the teacher, so I had to kill them all to avenge Mr. Tops."

"Teacher Topps' lifelong wish is to make the magic he created flourish, so if you're willing to learn, I can teach you."

Chapter 41 The Tower of Babel That Shouldn't Have Appeared

Eighty-seven people, and they were all killed just like that?

Even Mostima, who had participated in many battles, fell silent for a moment.

Sure enough, this man's true nature was far from as gentle as he appeared. He had experienced the brutal battlefield and brushed with death. His gentle appearance was just that—an appearance.

She keenly noticed that Lin Lu mentioned the magic twice, saying that it "could bend the will of the gods." If it was just an exaggerated description, there was no need to repeat it... unless it had actually happened.

Lin Lu once fought against a god and resisted the opponent's attack by relying on the 'Topus Position', which is why she is described in this way.

Perhaps the truth hidden behind his mystery is far beyond everyone's imagination.

Moreover, the name "Magic Academy" and the spell classroom... it sounds like a place in Letania. Only that country gathers a large number of sorcerers and scholars who study Originium Arts. They have built many towers and established related academies. If there is any school in the world that can be called a 'Magic Academy', it must be in Letania.

Could his true identity be a tower mage from there?

“Mr. Tops is indeed a great scholar, and I want to learn his magic.”

After a long silence, Mostima spoke solemnly, his face serious.

"In exchange, I owe you a favor, and you can make your request."

"Let's talk about it later. I don't have anything for you to do right now."

Lin Lu waved her hand casually, somewhat surprised by Mostima's decision, but she did not refuse.

The principle of equivalent exchange applies everywhere. Since she is willing to pay the price, it means she truly values ​​this magic, which is a good thing.

"The principle of the Tops Position is essentially an understanding of the nature of magic and... the use of energy. So, if applied properly, it can deflect almost all spells, even those of the gods. But it is not perfect either."

"Theoretically, the power of Topus can defend against all ranged attacks. However, compared to energy attacks like magic, it is much weaker against physical impacts. For example, if Miss Fiameta's physical bullets were upgraded, they might be able to break through the field defense. Of course, this also depends on the user's own effort."

"Let me make it clear beforehand that I'm not sure if you can learn it, but I can say I'll do my best to teach you."

This is the third time he's mentioned God!

Mostima felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained impassive as he nodded slightly: "Yes, if I can't learn it, then it's because my talent isn't enough, and I can't blame you."

“Then I will try my best to teach you this magic starting tomorrow.”

Lin Lu was pleased that someone was willing to respect and learn Topps' magic. He hoped that Topps' story and magic could be passed down. As for whether these magic would be used against him after it was spread...

If anyone dares to do that, he will definitely show them what a true battlefield stone-wielding mage is like.

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"By the way, we made quite a commotion just now. Will it cause any trouble?"

As we passed through the gap in the low wall, we encountered several mercenaries hurrying out, heading towards the site of the earlier battle.

Upon discovering this, Lin Lu couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.

He was certainly not afraid of trouble, but he didn't want to invite trouble, especially since Kazdel was full of lunatics, and it wouldn't be good if it caused him to waste time.

"Do you remember what I said before?"

Mostima glanced back, but didn't seem to care much.

"To survive in Kazdel, remember two things: don't cause trouble and don't meddle in other people's business. If they're smart enough, they won't go any further once they see the battlefield. Anyone who does that usually dies a terrible death."

"Is this so..."

Lin Lu looked up ahead, thoughtfully stroking her chin, and lowered her voice: "I feel something's not right. Those people in front don't seem to be ordinary mercenaries."

"Ok?"

Because he was preoccupied with the various messages Lin Lu had revealed, Mostima hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. Only after being reminded did he focus his thoughts and look at the group Lin Lu had mentioned.

As they walked along the town's main street, they did indeed look quite different from the other mercenaries in town. The biggest difference was that their clothing and equipment were very uniform: uniform tan cloaks, uniform dark gray clothes, and uniform tactical belts—things that ordinary mercenaries couldn't obtain.

Most mercenaries are short of money and cannot afford to buy such well-made standard equipment. In Kazdel today, only regular armies, and even then, only the elite units of those regular armies, can use such equipment.

Moreover, the weapons and equipment they displayed appeared to be well-made military supplies.

"They are... people from the Tower of Babel."

Fiameta's gaze swept over the spiraling triangular tower emblem on the group's clothes, then quickly looked away. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her pace quickened. She pulled Mostima's sleeve and turned into a nearby alley, with Lin Lu following closely behind.

Even after returning to her hotel room, her expression remained very serious.

"The Tower of Babel? It's an organization? Could it be some famous, large mercenary group?"

Seeing her like this, Lin Lu was quite curious. With Fiameta's strength and Lateran's official background, would she still be afraid of a mercenary group from a place like Kazdel?

“Babel Tower is not a mercenary group. They are an official organization of Kazdel, belonging to one of the parties in the Kazdel Civil War—Princess Theresa. They are the elite troops under that princess, usually responsible for high-difficulty or secret missions that ordinary troops cannot handle.”

The young girl from Liboli frowned as she explained, her expression worried.

Upon seeing the Tower of Babel here, Fiameta suddenly regretted letting Mostima stay any longer. The sudden appearance of the princess's personal troops in the border town of Kazdel was hardly good news. To a large extent, the Tower of Babel was synonymous with trouble, and their actions were the princess's will.

Especially now that the situation in Kazdel is very tense, their Lateran identity is very sensitive here. Her race is Liberi, which is not a big problem, but Mostima's halo cannot be hidden at all. Once it attracts attention, it is very likely to cause unnecessary conflict.

Although they are fallen angels... who knows what those Babel Tower operators are thinking? The way ordinary mercenaries and official troops think is completely different!

They might have already been targeted.

Chapter 42 Babel Tower Agents and Lateran Messengers

"Scout, those three people just now..."

Outside the town, the burly Sarkaz man carrying a giant greatsword walked up to the Babel Tower operator at the front of the group, lowered his voice, and asked with some concern, after hesitating for a moment, "You saw her aura, didn't you?"

“Not only that, I saw not only the halo, but also the horns on her head and the tail behind her. A Sarkaz that defies the laws is a rare sight.”

Scout remarked with a sigh, then turned to another person among the three.

"The corrupt Sarkaz isn't the key; the important thing is that Liberi. Although she seemed to have spotted us and was walking very fast, when she turned around, I saw the markings on the weapon case behind her. The weapon case with that kind of construction and the Lateran symbol must contain some kind of high-powered firearm."

"Speaking of which, there is indeed a special pair among the messengers from all nations that Lateran has sent out. They are a rare duo and quite famous. One of them had once violated the law, and as a result, his body showed the racial characteristics of a Sarkaz. He is an anomaly."

The petite Sarkaz woman in the group suddenly spoke up, causing the two people in front of her to turn around.

"Touch, have you looked at their files?"

Scout was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that someone in his squad would happen to have some knowledge of the relevant information.

"Because the fall of the Sarkaz happened right in Kazdel, and there are related records in the Babita, but they are vague and don't have much information. However, it is certain that they are indeed messengers officially recognized by Laterano and have been traveling between the continental countries for many years."

"Then what do we do?"

The Sarkaz giant's hand instinctively reached for the hilt of the greatsword behind him, his voice low and menacing.

“They shouldn’t be showing up in Kazdel at this time.”