Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Bai Mo looked at the document in his hand; it didn't contain any mind-bending suspense cases.

It could even be described as very simple.

On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, certain forbidden spells or certain members of the forbidden spell society bypassed the nomination list and gave the Earth Core's spot to one of their juniors or a close business partner.

Even some forbidden spell societies, like Zhao Jing, did not immediately notify the Forbidden Spell Society after learning the location of a Great Earth Core.

Instead, they notify people related to them.

This kind of thing is too difficult to eradicate, and it cannot be solved by killing a few people.

Bai Mo dismissed the Forbidden Curse Society staff members on the list who had engaged in corruption, and ordered Xinghuo.com to conduct a trial in accordance with the law.

As for those forbidden spells, they were summoned for talks one by one.

After dealing with these matters, Bai Mo learned about the events of the past few days, then delegated some miscellaneous tasks to his deputy before leaving the Forbidden Spell Society.

Back near Xiaoshan, Bai Mo was about to go up when he saw a familiar, upright figure standing at the foot of the mountain, gazing at something.

"Nan Jue, would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

Nan Jue turned around, his eyes still showing a hint of surprise, as if he hadn't expected him to come back from outside.

Then he laughed and said, "What if I don't want to leave?"

"If you don't mind, you can live here forever."

Meeting that intense gaze, Bai Mo spoke without hesitation.

"Then please lead the way."

Bai Mo shrugged and strolled past her. Nan Jue was about to follow when she suddenly felt a tightness in her palm.

She glanced at the hand that was being held, said nothing, and changed from lagging behind by half a step to walking side by side.

"I heard you resigned from your position in the Northwest?"

"Yes, I won't be a military mages anymore." Nan Jue's tone carried a hint of relief.

"However, I will be taking a job in Shanghai."

Bai Mo nodded and led her into the manor. However, when they were introduced to each other under the gaze of the women in the manor...

He still felt a chill run down his spine, even more so than when he was dealing with the Forbidden Spell Society.

"See, I told you Nan Jue wouldn't be let off!" Jiang Shaoxu whispered in Mu Nujiao's ear.

Ding Yumin then said to Yu Shishi, "Go and prepare a room for her."

She then didn't give Bai Mo much time to adjust himself and gestured towards the reception building on the mountaintop.

"Chief Hua seems to have something to discuss. He just came to find you and is waiting there."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo was taken aback. Seeing Nan Jue chatting familiarly with Jiang Shaoxu and the others, he immediately teleported over.

Standing on the rooftop, you can see Hua Zhanhong gazing at the city from the balcony.

Sensing the movement, Hua Zhanhong turned around.

"How does it feel to be in office now?"

"trouble."

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhanhong smiled and nodded in agreement.

"It is indeed troublesome. These things require more brainpower than fighting, so I became a military commander. But do you have any thoughts on this?"

"have!"

Bai Mo nodded, sat down at the coffee table, poured himself a glass of water, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes were bright, his lips were pursed, and his face was tense, with a hint of murderous intent.

"I'm going to the Holy City."

Hua Zhanhong was slightly taken aback, not understanding the meaning of those words. It was not surprising that he would go to the Holy City and Bai Mo, as they had some grudges.

But what does the solution to the 'trouble' have to do with the Holy City?

"The Holy City might have what I need. I'll also take care of some accounts while I'm at it. Besides, the Holy City is key to solving the totalitarian problem brought about by mages," Bai Mo explained.

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhanhong seemed to have thought of something, and said with a somewhat ambiguous expression:

"Do you intend to turn Shanghai into a new holy city?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo gave him a strange look and shook his head.

"No, but why would you think that?"

"Someone suggested today that the area around Xiaoshan District and Qingyuan District be designated as a new Shanghai or a central city."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing. What brilliant person came up with this idea?

"I'm not a center, and I don't have that kind of idea."

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Mo put down the water glass, his expression relaxing.

"In any case, I'll go to the Holy City and see. If I don't find what I want, I'll leave this trouble to someone else. I don't have that ability; at most, I can only make it a little smaller."

Hua Zhanhong's eyes also held a hint of helplessness, and he didn't say anything.

The problem of mage authoritarianism is not limited to Kyushu; it exists all over the world, with the Holy City being particularly severe.

In fact, erasing this problem is practically equivalent to erasing these forbidden spells, and then the layers below them: super-level, high-level, mid-level, and even low-level.

Even if someone isn't a mage, a mage might use their power to do bad things.

The contradictions will never disappear!

Regardless of the arrogant and domineering playboys Bai Mo encountered on his way down the mountain.

Whether it's a historical issue recorded by the Forbidden Spell Society, they are all of a similar nature.

And this shadow of power has never disappeared, even among ordinary people.

Instead of thinking about eliminating it, Hua Zhanhong felt it was better to think about how to eliminate the demons in southern Kyushu.

The siren invasion greatly reduced the number of demons in the south, but at the same time, it also created a new group of demons with some siren blood.

With the current peace and stability of the seas, Hua Zhanhong is already considering clearing out a stable southern region.

The base city is merely an emergency measure. Many people are not only reluctant to leave their homeland, but more importantly, this is a competition between humans and demons.

Bringing his wandering thoughts back, Hua Zhanhong didn't linger on that question.

Both he and Shao Zheng and the others believed that Bai Mo knew how to conduct himself.

He then asked a question that concerned himself and even all forbidden spells.

"Do you know how to walk the path beyond forbidden spells?"

"I know." Bai Mo nodded, and then began to explain to Hua Zhanhong.

"First, you need five major forbidden spells of the five elements. However, it's not impossible if you don't have them; as long as your soul is adaptable enough, you can try to use your soul to contain the stars."

This path was not explored by Bai Mo himself; its conception came from Han Fei and other sages of the past.

Even if Hua Zhanhong didn't ask, Bai Mo would find an opportunity to talk about it, record it, and let the idea be conveyed.

After explaining the details of the forbidden spell, it was already dark.

Before leaving, Hua Zhanhong couldn't contain his curiosity and asked:

"What are you planning to find in the Holy City?"

"Origin Stone".

After watching Hua Zhanhong leave, Bai Mo yawned and slowly walked towards his bedroom.

The Holy City should still have that thing, and even if it doesn't, Mount Paradise should.

Bai Mo can use the Eye of Time and Space to restore a portion of it.

Anyway, the Father's star system was never very reliable, so it doesn't matter whether it's reinforced or not!

It was still to resolve or alleviate the trouble that had been discussed with Hua Zhanhong before.

Bai Mo felt that he had to rely on either thought or law, or he could only rely on magic.

Ideological education is a long-term process. There are many magical ideas in this world, but very few pure thoughts.

Bai Mo had no interest in becoming a great thinker.

As for the law, in the eyes of some mages in this world, that thing is probably not even as valuable as a piece of toilet paper.

Just look at the Black Vatican and the Mu family's forbidden techniques, especially in the original story, when Ke Ye and Mo Fan first met, and Ke Ye said, "I am the one who created the rules of forbidden spells."

It left a deep impression on Bai Mo!

Fortunately, this is a magical world, and Bai Mo is prepared to change some of the rules.

If a mage can improve themselves, the totalitarianism brought about by their power will not matter whether it disappears or not.

Therefore, he needs Origin Stones, and the Holy City happens to have them.

And it just so happens that I have some grudges against them!

Back in the bedroom, Bai Mo glanced at Ding Yumin, who was drying her hair, and walked over to her, saying:

"I'll help you."

Ding Yumin nodded and handed him the hair dryer.

Bai Mo reached into his cascading black hair and gently combed it, while recounting tomorrow's itinerary.

"Do you need me to come along?"

"No need, I will bring Suzaku with me."

"My strength should be about the same as Suzaku's."

"That's just a totem, what are you comparing it to?" Bai Mo sensed a hint of jealousy and retorted.

"Alright then, I'll ride you there."

"Bang!"

A headbutt landed squarely on his chest. "Fine, fine, I won't ride you, you ride me instead!"

"Thump!"

Another headbutt, this time a bit cold. Bai Mo glanced at it and saw it was the evil body.

"Tsk tsk, this is going to be fun."

"What?"

Ding Yumin was still a little confused when she felt herself fly up, along with the lecherous body that was giggling.

What does it feel like to experience both ice and fire?

It must feel like flying.

Bai Mo didn't know much either, unless Ding Yumin was willing to repeat what happened last night a few more times.

He coughed twice, his thoughts drifting a bit too far ahead, and dodged the mountain peaks that were crashing into him, landing atop the Qinling Mountains' cloud-shrouded heavens.

Having found the Vermilion Bird, Bai Mo sat on its back and pointed out the direction.

In an instant, a magnificent red river appeared in the sky and slowly flowed westward.

The earth is full of people who look up to it, and the Vermilion Bird is Bai Mo's guardian totem; this is no secret.

Seeing this, countless people were curious about what he was going to do.

When the fiery red figure flew over the Himalayas, people who had only paid a little attention to this place could no longer sit still!

"That direction, is it towards the Holy City?"

"Is the landscape finally about to undergo a major shift?"

"I wonder how he'll deal with the Holy City. I've disliked those guys for a long time."

"Heh, what's there to look forward to? It's just the slumber of one dragon and the awakening of another."

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Within the holy city.

Upon hearing his subordinate's trembling report, Remiel, who was handling routine affairs, immediately narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and his face tensed as he clenched his teeth.

The change in his aura instantly plunged the entire sanctuary into a low-pressure atmosphere.

Completely flustered, he hurriedly asked, "Is it really the Vermilion Bird?"

"Yes!"

"Did you see Bai Mo's shadow? Could it just be that totem wanting to stretch its muscles a bit?"

The subordinate's eye twitched, and he lowered his head, his voice dry as he said:

"That's probably not it; it's already flown to the vicinity of Dubai!"

Remi's expression changed again, and he shouted, "Quickly invite the other archangels here, tell Michael to stop his seclusion, and tell Sariel not to rush to learn those secret arts. Also, Gabriel must come, and be polite to her."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate nodded repeatedly.

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However, how could these beings, who were like servants of angels, possibly be rude to angels?

Soon, the seven archangels gathered together, and Michael said impatiently:

"What's going on? I'm at a crucial stage in my breakthrough!"

"Bai Mo has arrived, bringing with him the Vermilion Bird totem. Their combat strength is at least at the level of two minor emperors."

Upon hearing this, Michael's expression changed, while the other angels remained expressionless.

Uriel said, "This is not my business. You have provoked an enemy of this caliber, and you should resolve it yourselves."

"Foolish! That guy inherited the things of those losers from the East. Do you think he'll let you go?!" Michael said.

"I don't think the teacher is the kind of person who would go to extremes," Gabriel said calmly.

"Hmph! Your stance is not credible!"

"Do you have a way to deal with two forces that are at least at the peak of the Lesser Emperor level?"

In an instant, the entire sanctuary fell silent. Sariel's voice was hoarse as he said:

"At least what we're doing is good for the world, not for personal grudges."

He felt he was probably the most miserable of the seven archangels.

Having just returned to the Holy City to enhance their strength, they haven't had a chance to do anything significant to demonstrate the angel's prestige.

Then we encountered a formidable enemy!

He knew very well that the Vermilion Bird could unleash the power of a Middle Emperor!

That Bai Mo also possesses that kind of combat power!

When Shaka heard this, she just sneered. The more she returned to the Holy City, the clearer she became about what this place was like.

And so many more things happened, so many despicable things were done.

Compared to those who suppress some threatening local forces like those in Kyushu, this is already considered good.

"I think."

Remiel's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Michael.

"We need to talk to him. In fact, since he's already in that position, he shouldn't be any different from us."

Supreme and all-powerful, able to command a hundred responses with a single call, a glance is all it takes, or you don't even need to do anything, someone will intuitively solve all your troubles.

Inexhaustible resources, countless treasures, supreme power and unparalleled honor.

Without becoming a god, one is already the ruler of all mankind, a deity!

This is what the Holy City has been able to possess for thousands of years, generation after generation of angels.

Who wouldn't want to enjoy something like this?

"We can absolutely cooperate with him," Remiel said.

Shaka looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with disgust. How could these people dare to call themselves the same as their teacher?

In her view, it was an absolute insult!

On the other side, Michael, noticing the crowd's interest, slowly said:

"I don't object to your suggestion. But we also need to be prepared to take action; who knows if he will accept our good intentions?"

"What do you want to do?" Sariel asked. "We don't seem to have the strength to win."

"It's very simple, but I need your support," Michael said slowly.

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The holy city has four gates, but usually only the western one is chosen to open.

The other three trees, even though they are covered in dust and overgrown with vines, never bloom.

The people inside firmly believed that even if the holy city did not open its gates, countless people would still find a way to get in.

But today seems a little different.

The city's residents saw a large number of Holy City mages being mobilized, and the guards on the city walls saw people clearly visible on the eastern wall.

A caravan passing by was surprised to find the east gate open, and the once gray city gate was now polished to a shine.

At the entrance, there is even a road extending out, with flowers lining both sides.

Beyond the flowers stood rows of neatly arranged holy city guard mage soldiers.

They were only wearing armor, no helmets, and not even weapons!

Outside those mage armies stood many holy city mages, all dressed in uniform.

At the entrance, seven archangels slowly emerged, as if to welcome someone.

The merchant was initially somewhat doubtful, but then he saw the sky ablaze with crimson clouds descending from the east.

The magnificent glow of the sunset was breathtaking to everyone who saw it.

Its owner was a divine and beautiful red bird that gracefully descended.

But what shocked countless people was that the mythical bird also had an owner.

The traveling merchant put his dislocated jaw back in place and, having traveled far and wide, became very perceptive of the world's happenings.

Although the sunset glow obscured his view, he knew what was there and who it was!

In fact, it wasn't just him; people from various countries who came to the Holy City to handle matters were all shocked by this shocking behavior, and then they found the answer after seeing that red figure.

No wonder the Holy City opened its west gate and gave such a grand welcome.

"Ha~, is the Holy City trying to make a goodwill gesture? I remember the West Gate has hardly ever been opened since records began."

"Yes, the only few times were when they sent their own angels."

"They chickened out. They've finally met their match. I really thought their heads were naturally tilted upwards."

Bai Mo glanced down at the Holy City below, which was welcoming them, and the seven archangels who came to greet them.

Especially Shaka, who was standing right in the middle!

He could tell that Shaka was very happy to welcome him, but as for the others, he had no idea.

After all, you can't tell anything from a poker face except poker.

However, since they had already gone to such lengths to show courtesy, Bai Mo was in no hurry to make a move.

Let's see what they're up to first.

Upon landing, the Vermilion Bird shrank into a red bird and nestled on his shoulder.

As Bai Mo approached Shaka and the others, the seven archangels also turned their attention to him.

"Welcome to the Holy City, but unfortunately, it's not much to look at here," Shaka said nonchalantly, glancing at Michael, whose expression was rather unpleasant. She continued:

"They want to talk to you."

No matter what she does, she is still an archangel, and the fate of the Holy City is something she cares about as well.

Therefore, Shajia did not immediately chat with Bai Mo to express her longing for him after not seeing him for a while.

Instead, they prioritized addressing the issues that needed to be addressed.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the instant Bai Mo and Michael's eyes met, the old man in the blue feather robe took over the conversation.

"Since you have come from afar, you are friends of the Holy City. We have prepared a banquet at the Holy Residence. If you have anything to discuss, why don't we talk it out here at the Holy Residence?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, showing great interest, and nodded happily:

"Sure, I didn't eat this morning."

So, Archangel Michael led the way with a smile, while Bai Mo grabbed Shaka without any hesitation.

Then, under the astonished gazes of government officials, residents of the holy city, and various merchants, they slowly walked into the city.

"He...he...he...he's with Gabriel. Brother, slap me and see if I'm dreaming."

"Smack!!!"

"Wow, no way, Gabriel actually..."

If those outside were merely shocked, the residents of the holy city felt their faith crumbling.

Is that man with the big smile who looks like a tour guide really Lord Remiel, the usual administrator of the Holy City?

And that blue-winged figure leading the way, is it really Michael, the archangel of the seven archangels?

Those standing on either side, like guards, should be Raphael, Uriel, and Sariel.

If they're not seeing things, or if they're not mentally unstable!

More importantly, how could Gabriel, the true goddess in the hearts of countless holy city residents, be leaning against that man's arms?

Is this the holy city, or that person's capital?

The crowd was buzzing with discussion. Bai Mo, with his arm around Sha Jia, whispered about the recent events that had occurred.

He didn't care what others thought, and the archangels around him acted as if they didn't see him at all.

As for whether the following banquet was a trap or a trap,

Bai Mo felt that it would depend on Michael and the others!

After all, if the Feast at Hongmen is a bit special, it doesn't necessarily mean that the person who is invited will suffer a loss.

This was his first time entering the Holy City. As he listened to Shaka's warm introduction, Bai Mo's eyes swept over the buildings one by one.

Finally, they arrived at the Holy House.

"The Holy House is where the Father used to live, and it has not been open to the public for a long time."

Ancient buildings are not necessarily dilapidated; on the contrary, thousands of years of restoration have made them even more magnificent, making them the symbol and center of the holy city.

The house where the Father originally lived has become the center of the Holy Residence.

Once inside, it's actually no different from an ordinary reception room.

The dining table inside was set with luxurious dishes.

After sitting down and having eaten a few bites of steak to fill his stomach, Michael raised his glass and said:

What are your thoughts on the Holy City?

"I don't think much of it." Bai Mo didn't raise his glass, his gaze calmly fixed on him.

"I heard I'm on your blacklist, and those so-called Holy Shadows of yours have also caused me trouble. As the saying goes, you reciprocate, so I feel I should return the favor."

Of course, if you are willing to plead guilty and pay compensation, I can choose not to take action, and you might be able to save your lives.

However, I want the Holy City disbanded, and also Mount Paradise!

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense when Bai Mo presented his conditions.

Uriel, Raphael, and the others hesitated, while Michael met Bai Mo's gaze without hesitation, his eyes resolute as he said:

"Retaliation is the right of the strong, I have nothing to say about that. But we are not weak either. You are destroying the Holy City, and we cannot agree to that. You will face resistance from all the supporters of the Holy City!"

"If you want a new Holy City, then you shouldn't do this. I can accept punishment, even the entire Holy Shadow Organization!"

"But destroying the Holy City won't benefit you; we can simply hand over the ready-made spoils to you!" (End of Chapter)