What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 289. An exceptionally clear prophecy, the serpent of desire.

Once she realized this, Chloe suddenly remembered more details—Mia had told her that the blue and purple chapters could only be obtained in the Astral Plane.

At that time, He seemed to have skipped the blue chapter as well.

Could it be that even Miya's abilities will be affected by the power of cyan?

After a brief moment of thought, he turned to the two guests and said:

"Excuse me, I have something to take care of right now."

"I will arrange for someone to provide you with more services, so please do not move around here."

Kroya glanced at Estner, who immediately understood and replied, "Of course, you go ahead and do your thing."

King Norland could only nod.

He was certainly curious about what was happening outside, but given the current situation, if he really ran off and caused some trouble for Kroya…

It's best to stay put during these sensitive times.

……

Kroya quickly returned to his island.

By this time, the island's inhabitants had already been evacuated to safety.

Although he was confident that his island would not suffer any disaster, necessary measures still had to be taken. As early as when the starlight affected the magic field, the tower spirit had arranged for the residents to leave.

The evacuation was very rapid, and now he is the only human left on the island.

The moment he stepped onto the island, the tower spirit appeared beside him and began to explain the current situation:

"Owner."

"According to the observation of the magic monitor, it seems that the top floor of the mage tower was unable to retain all the starlight, so it overflowed."

"While the prophecy is being interpreted, there could be an impact if the starlight continues to leak out."

Kroa nodded upon hearing this and sensed the surrounding environment.

The starlight descending from the sky is now leaking out uncontrollably; all the magical restraint devices on the top floor of the mage tower have failed, and this strange starlight...

"The composition of magic is very strange."

"It seems a little different from ordinary starlight."

He looked up at the sky—

At this moment, starlight overflowed from the top of the mage tower, like a pot full of soup boiling, and the surrounding environment seemed to become transparent under the starlight.

This forms a pattern composed of lines.

He frowned and thought for a moment: "Have you ever seen this kind of starlight before? It seems vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen it before."

This feeling made him very unhappy.

You should know that he is a powerful mage!

Without a good memory, it's impossible to become a powerful mage.

He can now easily recall things from his past life, and writing a memoir about his experiences from childhood to adulthood would be a piece of cake for him.

The tower spirit was also puzzled. It carefully went through its database and suddenly thought of something.

It quickly said to Kroya, "Master, look at those buildings illuminated by starlight, don't they look like celestial beings?"

"!!!"

Kroya then realized what was happening.

Because I often casually observe the celestial spirits of magical beasts and magical plants, I have somewhat overlooked this familiar scenery.

What is now presented before him is a celestial being, isn't it?

There are no astral spirits that can be seen using the Astral Spirit Imprint Technique!

The tower spirit was well aware that its master possessed a special magic that allowed him to observe and even modify the astral bodies of life.

However, for ordinary people, seeing a celestial being is virtually impossible; even powerful mages need to reach at least level twelve to have a chance.

"The light that can illuminate the astral body."

"But why do even buildings have astral entities?"

Kroya looked at the buildings that became transparent under the starlight. They were made up of building materials, internal magic runes, and some other unknown things.

It's like looking at the 3D structure inside a magic crystal panel.

He hadn't noticed it before because he looked at it so often, but now that the tower spirit had reminded him, he was absolutely certain.

That's a celestial spirit!

However, it is fundamentally different from the astral beings he often encounters—it has no life, and not even a spiritual resonance.

But it is indeed a celestial being.

To be honest, even Kroa was a little confused.

The term "celestial being" is actually somewhat similar to his genetic sequence from his previous life. In Elvish, it is a combination of the words "light of the stars" and "celestial being".

The Elven race believes that the astral plane can project the essence of everything, and the spirits that appear when illuminated by the light of the astral plane are called astral spirits.

Because the astral body is essence, pure essence, modifications to the astral body will naturally be reflected in the pure form.

After reviewing his knowledge of astral beings, Kroya frowned.

"I've never heard of buildings having spirits."

He looked at the tower spirit and asked, "Can you record the current magical fluctuations? It would be even better if you could collect the starlight."

I will do my best to help you collect these starlight.

These starlight might be related to his cyan chapter, and if possible, he would certainly like to store them and study them slowly.

After a moment's thought, Tarling replied, "I'll give it a try."

"However, we should use your reserves of astral crystals, as only that special material can intercept and store this starlight."

"Then let's do it this way, I'll help you."

Kroya readily agreed and stretched out her hand to draw a pattern in the air.

The spatial patterns at the center of the design gradually rippled, and a gopher wood harp flew out from it, landing right in his hand.

He slowly walked forward, stepping on the smooth surface of the island that had been polished more than once, playing the gopher wood harp in his hands. The light music activated the magic circle of the reef island.

The thriving magical plants, the roaming magical beasts, and the daily lives of the islanders... all the music recorded belongs to the "real world."

Ordinary, yet extraordinary.

Under the influence of the magic circle, they gathered together and gradually began to drive away the starlight that kept pouring into the sky, as the mortal world and the astral forces that represent spirituality clashed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Tower Spirit retrieved all the astral crystals stored by Kroya and lured the driven starlight into the crystal bottle.

I don't know if it was some kind of reaction between the crystal bottle and the starlight, but after being put into the crystal bottle, the originally clear blue starlight became a little lighter in color.

It seems... to have a slightly bluish tinge.

The color is refreshing; rather than the mysterious light of the stars, it resembles the color of the sky, as if a piece of the sky had been broken off.

"It really is related."

He glanced at the bottle and immediately knew that these things were definitely related to his "Poem of the Rainbow," but he needed to investigate how they were related before he could say for sure.

Now he still wants to see those prophecies.

After using the magic circle on the reef island to drive all the excess astral light into the bottle, he quickly went to the top floor of the mage tower.

The mysterious flowers in the nursery, the buds of the Eye of Breshina, which are the nascent nebula, have all bloomed, bursting forth with dazzling light under the starlight.

One character after another floats in the starlight, swaying with the light, seemingly completely disordered, but upon closer inspection, some patterns can still be discerned.

Yes, this is the evil art of prophecy.

Even if divination yields a conclusion, you still need to interpret it through some mysterious rituals; divination won't tell you directly.

This is why those prophets are so mysterious; they don't actually know what the prophecies are saying.

Fortunately, he had a way to cheat.

He looked directly at the celestial body of the Flower of Brescina, and through the mist shrouded in countless nebulae and characters, he saw the prophecy of the legendary mage that he had originally inscribed—

[Illist's Prophecy]

This prophecy concerns the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse".

[War: Bellamund Siblings]

[Death: Miffy Nolant]

[Plague: Jimmy Orpheus]

Famine: Forget Saint Atropos

[The judgment from the end of the world: In order to save herself, the Mother Goddess of the Earth will create four knights to guide the end of the world.]

At the climax of all end times, the Creator, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, will awaken and reshape everything.

Kroa blinked.

"Oh my~"

This is quite detailed.

The names were displayed directly, and there were several familiar faces among them, including members of the Mifein and Orpheus families.

Indeed, this was the Earth Mother Goddess's act of self-salvation; she was no longer going to wake up.

"It seems I need to gather all these people in advance and see if I can deliver a fatal blow to Him using this method."

As he watched and pondered, the poor flower was already withering away—the clearer the prophecy, the greater the consumption of magic power.

A prophecy like this, which so clearly describes the name and the events involved, would make even a legendary mage feel like they were dying.

The starlight in the sky fell even faster; if it was a waterfall just now, it was now a hole that had been torn in the sky.

The terrifying magical fluctuations were even felt by the legendary mage, Tower Spirit, who was hiding underground.

For the first time, it questioned its own calculations—could a prophecy of this magnitude cause such a terrifying leak of starlight?

Or is it something that happened that it doesn't know about?

Unaware of its surroundings, it could only silently record the magical fluctuations, intending to hand the record over to its master when she arrived.

Kroya reacted in the same way. He also recorded the prophecy in its entirety, added a layer of eternal magic, and placed it directly into Eden for safekeeping.

He had just finished dealing with it when the poor flowers withered one after another, the nebula collapsed and exploded, and only a tiny halo of light fell into the soil.

That is the seed of the Eye of Brescina.

Prophecy carries a very high chance of death or injury, much like the "heavenly secrets cannot be revealed" principle from his previous life.

Therefore, when faced with intractable problems, the prophetic flower of the Eye of Brescina will automatically burst open, injecting its spirituality into the seed, thus achieving a miraculous escape.

Doing this will result in a loss of some spirituality, but it will enhance their sensitivity to prophecy and their computational abilities. With long-term training, their ability to interpret prophecies will become extremely exaggerated.

"You've really worked hard."

Kroya casually picked up a cheap version of the Fountain of Life produced from the Fountain of Life production line and spilled the entire bottle onto the ground.

This is the reward these lovely little flowers deserve.

If it weren't for their help in interpreting the prophecy, he doesn't know how much time it would have taken him to resolve the matter, and he probably would have lost the initiative long ago.

The Eyes of Brescina, nourished by the basic version of the Fountain of Life, emitted pleasant mental fluctuations. Although they had to be reborn this time, the gains were still significant.

So much starlight was a tremendous boost for them, and such a clear prophecy...

They seem to be showing signs of evolution.

……

After leaving the top floor of the mage tower, Kroya first looked at the blue starlight contained in the crystal bottle.

He felt a faint throbbing, but it was so subtle that he couldn't even feel it if he didn't pay close attention.

This means that it is unlikely that he can quickly learn the cyan chapters through these cyan starlight; he will probably need a long period of research and adaptation.

"Why."

I was a little disappointed, but not by much.

Advanced magic often takes time, and he has enough patience and time to learn it.

So he handed the crystal bottle to the tower spirit, instructing it to continue organizing and studying the fluctuations and spectrum of magical energy, and then brought up another matter.

That is, the information I just received.

"The prophecy of the mage Ilister..."

He told the Tower Spirit the complete and detailed prophecy, adding some of his own conjectures. He really needed a listener with whom he could discuss things.

The tower listened silently. It didn't think much of the first few names, but when it heard the last one, "Bellamond and his sister," it was quite a surprise.

It hesitated for a moment, then reminded him: "Some time ago, your Eden captured two souls that appeared in the dream of the god Morse."

Those two people... it seems their surname is Bellamund.

I remember they claimed to be the high priests of Moth, the god of war.

Its tone was actually quite tactful, after all, when those two people were first captured a while ago, Kroya thought they were some kind of followers of the God of War who had infiltrated the Golden Apple dream.

At that time, Kroya didn't care at all. In addition, he had a lot of things to personally approve, so he just left them in the cage to keep them alive and didn't care anymore.

"ah."

"Well……"

Kroya was unusually embarrassed and reached out to pat the tower's head: "I was very busy back then, but it's okay now, I'll go see them."

As he spoke, he quickly got up and entered the Golden Apple dream directly through Eden, his movements as fast as if he were casting a spell.

The tower spirit watched its master's retreating figure.

The grayish little shark sighed human-like and helplessly went to deal with the crystals it had just collected.

Meanwhile, Kroya quickly arrived at the cage of the Golden Apple dream and saw the brother and sister imprisoned inside.

The moment the two men saw Kroya, their expressions changed instantly, and they tried to hide the clay idol they were holding.

"..."

Kroya couldn't help but curl her lip: "I know everything you've done. This is my world. What else can you hide from me?"

He reached out and beckoned, and the unfinished statue instantly passed through the dark red iron gate and landed directly in his hands.

The Golden Apple Dream has been assimilated by nearly 80% of his Eden. Although he wouldn't dare say he's omnipotent here, he can still do many incredible things.

He glanced at the statue made of mud, straw, and blood, and was shocked by its ugly face—the face of the war god was truly hideous.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were orcs with protruding fangs.

Kroa, disgusted by the ugliness, casually tossed it aside.

"Snap!"

The statue fell to the ground with a crisp sound, under the shocked and grief-stricken gazes of the two priests.

"It's really not sturdy." Kroya shook his head and looked at the two of them: "Alright, please tell me in detail about your god and your relationship with the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess."

Hearing Kroya say that made them even angrier.

"You blasphemer!"

"You will surely be bound to the pillar of war's divine fire by the great Demus, and burned to the ends of the earth!"

The high priest and his sister uttered classic curses, which are practically templates in novels featuring the Papacy.

Kroya grew impatient listening to this and simply waved her hand again.

Reasoning with these fanatical believers of gods is definitely not going to work; their minds have been corrupted by the gods' divine power.

So we have no choice but to resort to brute force.

"I hope you will cooperate obediently."

"Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to read the memories from your souls."

In Kroya's extremely subtle smile.

Rose vines grew on the ground and bound the two priests together. An orange snake emerged from the vines, hissing and flicking its tongue as it slithered over their bodies.

Within the Church of Light, snakes are inherently linked to demons, especially snakes born from desire.

Its mere presence on the two high priests, who had lost all protection, sent chills down their spines.

Moreover, a strange force was rampaging through their minds, seemingly tempting them to explain things clearly according to Kroya's wishes.

If they are willing to tell everything, Kroya will grant them their freedom, allowing them to live freely in this beautiful dream world without worrying about anything.

Gradually, the siblings' eyes became unfocused.

They stared intently at the small orange snake with its head held high, at its alluring, colorful pupils.

It seems like she's about to be tempted.

"Um?"

"That's interesting."

But Kroa frowned, reached out and grabbed the snake, taking a step back.

"Ding!"

A long sword appeared where he had just been standing.

It was an ordinary-looking knight's sword, but its blade shone with a surging pink light. This was not a delicate pink, but the color of blood dissolved in water.

A figure slowly appeared, holding a long sword, and stood in front of Kroya like a statue.

Kroya's face showed an "I knew it" expression, and she slowly said:

"I gave you many opportunities to come out, and even deliberately relinquished some of Eden's authority."

"You just won't show up."

"I didn't expect you to come out now. It seems you really like your followers."

"Demos!"

The war god, standing silently like a statue, raised his sword.

Alongside Him were the two siblings behind Him, who had already regained consciousness and were trembling with fear.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Kroya was some heinous villain who was caught red-handed by the War God while bullying the poor.

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