Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 392 Origin of Gods

"Professor Carl, thank you for your help."

Blaise held Carl's hand tightly, her face full of gratitude.

He even personally opened the car door and waited until the car was out of sight of the taillights before slowly turning around.

"Monica, what brings you here?"

"Can't I miss you?"

Monica shrugged.

"Sigh!" Blaise sighed softly.

"Ever since graduating from university, I've been unable to distinguish which of your words are true and which are false."

"..."

Monica stopped smiling.

They were deeply in love when they were young and made great sacrifices for each other.

As she grew older, she uncovered more and more secrets, ultimately leading her to reluctantly choose to break up with him.

then……

Blaise's gaze was something she could never forget.

Let bygones be bygones.

Monica turned and walked towards the mine:

"You forgot, I'm a historian, especially interested in 'prehistoric stories'."

"The scarab beetle has appeared in 'prehistoric stories,' so of course I had to come and see it when I heard about it."

"Prehistoric stories are all lies," Blaise shook his head and echoed.

"Authentic historical records only cover a little over six hundred years; there's a severe lack of historical material about the period of the gods before that, let alone so-called prehistoric stories?"

prehistoric,

Before history existed!

The legendary era before the birth of the gods, the ancient chaotic period.

"Maybe."

Monica smiled:

"Please find a map of the underground mines, especially the area near where the scarab was found."

"You're going down?" Blaze frowned, but knowing the other's character, he wouldn't back down easily, so he immediately said:

"Wait a minute, those going down will need oxygen masks and liquid nitrogen guns."

Monica stretched her muscles; her years of fitness training have allowed her to maintain a tall and graceful figure even as she approaches forty.

In contrast, Blaise, who is the same age, has a noticeably changed physique due to spending too much time in nightclubs.

"Splash..."

The chains slid, and several figures descended into the ground via the elevator.

"Bang!"

"Thump..."

With a few muffled thuds, the elevator seemed to get stuck somewhere, stopped heavily, and then accelerated its descent.

"Be careful!"

"Cough cough..."

Smoke and dust filled the air.

When Blaise waved his hand to clear away the dust, two figures were already gone from the arena.

Monica, Barrow.

…………

"I never imagined Miss Monica was a superhuman," Barrow said as he walked, holding his miner's lamp.

"Still a second-tier transcendent."

"You should get used to it," Monica said slowly, following behind.

"In this world, you can buy almost anything if you have money, including things that contain extraordinary power."

"And me..."

"I have plenty of money."

Barrow nodded.

The BIT Group is the largest concentration of wealth in Fast City, and Monica, as the group's heiress, has no shortage of money.

As for those with extraordinary abilities, they need to register with the Night Watch...

A large portion of his salary comes from Bitop Group. Can the other party force him to register if they don't want to?

"Miss Monica."

Taking a deep breath, Barrow asked:

"Do you know anything about scarab beetles?"

"Um."

Monica nodded:

"Scarabs are creatures typically created by pharaohs to prevent their bodies from being desecrated upon their death."

"Well……"

"Mostly found in prehistoric times."

"There really was a prehistoric period?" Barrow glanced back and frowned.

"The history of the Night's Watch is only recorded from the time of the gods."

"Since the birth of gods, the history before them has been sealed away, and the secrets of the past have been hidden," Monica said as she walked.

"However, after the fall of the gods, what was once buried gradually surfaced."

"Like the tomb below."

The two stopped.

Look at the bronze gate in front.

The mine shaft is about two meters high, but only part of the gate has been excavated. It is roughly estimated that the gate is about five meters high.

thickness……

Barrow reached out and knocked, sensing with his special senses:

"Half a meter thick."

"Move aside." Monica stepped forward, her hands gradually turning transparent, and reached out to press against the stone door:

"Let's go inside first and talk about it."

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"A prehistoric creature?"

Carrying the frozen scarab beetle to the lab, Carl casually tossed it into the detector and turned it on.

With his extraordinary perception, everything about the scarab was no secret to him, but one question remained unanswered.

"Petrification?"

"Or perhaps..."

"Freeze time?"

When not stimulated by external factors, scarabs will exhibit a stone-like, sculpted form.

Once stimulated, it can quickly transform from stone into a living thing.

Similar to the abilities of a first-tier creature, the gargoyle.

Moreover, once petrified, the scarab beetle's life force hardly diminishes, and it can survive for a very long time.

But it is not immortality.

"The gods have ruled this world for countless epochs, and even the wizarding world has no accurate record of the time."

Karl rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

"At the very least, it's been millions of years."

"If this scarab beetle is indeed a prehistoric creature, then it has lived for millions of years."

"This method..."

"Third-order shouldn't be possible!"

"Buzz..."

As Karl gently pressed his hands down, countless complex spell circuits and witchcraft incantations appeared in the laboratory.

As the witchcraft was activated, the sealed scarab began to change.

Its limbs were gradually disintegrated, revealing its internal organs, with the basic organs rapidly expanding and growing larger.

It eventually turned into something resembling a naan ball.

"cell?"

"bacteria?"

"..."

"It seems that time has been directly sealed off. A very clever method, comparable to the time magic of a fifth-ring wizard."

Karl waved his hand, and the things in front of him changed and were selected, revealing the secrets hidden within them one by one.

The most fundamental logic is...

"confusion!"

"It seems that before the birth of the gods, there were indeed life forms of the fifth or even sixth order in this world."

Karl's expression was grave:

"This scarab beetle should have another form; the chaotic factors within it can trigger some kind of berserk behavior."

"strangeness?"

"It doesn't seem like it's protecting anything; it's more like it's sealing away some kind of existence."

…………

"Thump!"

The heavy bronze doors were slammed open by modern machinery, and Blaise and his group, covered in dust, entered a grand hall.

"Oh My God!"

"There are places like this underground?"

"Why didn't the instruments detect it before?"

"..."

The crowd whispered among themselves, their voices filled with surprise and disbelief.

Blaze, however, was drawn to the two figures who had already entered the hall, and rushed over without observing his surroundings.

"Monica, just now..."

"There was a slight malfunction with the elevator; we fell halfway down." Monica waved her hand.

"We just happened to find a path leading here."

"I see!" Blaise didn't suspect anything.

"Where is this place?"

"A palace, a place for ancestor worship." Monica looked up at the reliefs above the main hall, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's not about worshipping gods, but about worshipping one's own ancestors."

"Um?"

Blaise frowned:

"Is something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Monica gently shook her head.

"I was just thinking about where the gods came from, since the methods of worshipping the gods are similar to what we see now."

"It should be that the ancestors came first, then the ancestors protected their descendants, and finally conquered other places. The most powerful ancestors became gods."

(End of this chapter)