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

Chapter 61 I almost believed it

"Hmph, you're questioning me!" Mu He snorted coldly, his eyes indifferent as he looked at his subordinate kneeling on the ground, his tone unusually calm, like a frozen lake.

"I wouldn't dare! Your subordinate will absolutely obey your orders." Despite the absence of any imposing aura, the steward immediately broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively prostrated himself on the ground, humbly replying.

Raising his eyelids, Mu He didn't look at him, but his soft voice echoed in the room.

"I don't need his life. The Mind's Labyrinth is enough to put a weak mage into an eternal slumber. What I need is to use him to delay the insignia of a few flies in the Inquisition. It's just a mere antique scroll, but Lord Salan's plan cannot afford to fail!"

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, the butler nodded vigorously, quickly got up from the ground, and respectfully left the study.

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After entering the city, Mo Fan was called away by Mo Jiaxing at the last minute. Bai Mo didn't want to disturb the father and son's reunion, so he made an appointment with Mo Fan to meet at the school gate the next morning.

Walking slowly down to the street below the apartment building, Bai Mo saw several food vendors as usual. Remembering that he hadn't eaten yet, he went to a stinky tofu stall and ordered two servings of stinky tofu.

He noticed another vendor selling scallion pancakes nearby, whom he hadn't seen before and assumed was new. He then asked the woman who was packing stinky tofu.

"Auntie, is this the newest person selling scallion pancakes? How are they?"

"I don't know either. That young man just pushed his cart here not long ago." The aunt smiled as she handed the packaged stinky tofu to Bai Mo, mentioning it casually without saying anything bad.

"Oh, I see..." Bai Mo nodded, then carried the two bags of stinky tofu toward the apartment building. After a few steps, he saw Leng Qing standing at the entrance of the complex, looking at him.

Just as Bai Mo was about to wave, he heard the old lady behind him shout "Be careful!" and Leng Qing in the distance also turned into a shadow and rushed towards him.

He also sensed a fluctuation nearby and turned his head to look. He saw the man selling scallion pancakes tearing open a peculiar roll, from which a hazy light emanated, rushing directly towards him.

"Retreat!"

His eyes shone with a bright silver light, and a powerful force of repulsion crashed outwards like a tsunami. However, the hazy light completely ignored his spatial magic.

The impact was direct on him, and the protective mental energy dissipated instantly. Bai Mo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, lost control of his body, and fell to the ground.

The man then let out a maniacal laugh, shouting and yelling:

"Hahahaha, you stole my Yaya, you stole my Yaya, hahahahahahaha!!!!"

Laughing, the man picked up a knife from the car and, amidst the screams of women on the road and the astonished look in his eyes, plunged the knife into his own heart before collapsing to the ground.

Leng Qing flew to Bai Mo's side and caught him. She immediately checked his vital signs and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was not in danger.

Then she witnessed the man who attacked her commit suicide. Her eyes were cold and sharp, like those of a hawk, scanning everyone around her. Apart from the innocent passersby who had also been swept by that light and fallen to the ground, she found nothing.

With a single step, the ground rippled, and Leng Qing arrived beside the dead man, picking up the torn scroll. She then led Bai Mo to the hospital.

"His vital signs were all normal. After our examination, we determined that this mage had been affected by advanced mind magic."

Leng Qing looked at Bai Mo, whose face was calm, but her brows remained furrowed. She could certainly sense that the dreamlike light was a mental magic, but her current mental magic cultivation was too low to make a judgment.

"What kind of mind magic?"

"According to the instrument's detection, his mental fluctuations are very active, so he should not have been directly overwhelmed by powerful mental magic. As for what exactly it was, we don't know."

"Thank you, I understand!" Leng Qing nodded, pondered for a moment, and guessed that it might be a kind of mental illusion or a mental prison.

This trapped Bai Mo's mind, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

If that's the case, besides relying on Bai Mo's own spiritual power to break the imprisonment of the mind magic, the only option is to use external force to break it.

Thinking of this, Leng Qing placed her hand directly on Bai Mo's forehead, and instantly, a crystal-clear radiance emanated from her palm.

With her eyes closed, she used her mental abilities to enter Bai Mo's Sea of ​​Mind.

The place was enveloped in a bizarre and magical light, completely lacking its usual clarity and transparency.

With her brows furrowed, Leng Qing was about to plunge into the sea of ​​her soul, to delve deeper into her heart and search for Bai Mo's traces.

However, the moment her thoughts struck the surface of the sea, a powerful mental repulsion emanated, banishing her from this mental realm.

Leng Qing opened her eyes and rubbed her temples. She was a mid-level mental cultivation cultivator. For this power to directly expel her, it seemed to be high-level.

Taking out his phone, Leng Qing prepared to ask Old Man Bao for a description of today's situation, as he should have an assessment of Bai Mo's condition.

At this moment, in Bai Mo's spiritual realm, a pair of hazy eyes opened.

Looking at the familiar writing desk in front of me, the test questions soaked with saliva, and a pile of materials next to me.

Bai Mo shook his head, somewhat puzzled. How did he suddenly fall asleep? He hadn't finished his practice problems yet.

Time flies, and before he knew it, the national civil service exam arrived. He passed the exam smoothly and, for some reason, was assigned to an easy position.

Then, on a leisurely afternoon, he met the girl who had amazed the entire school in high school and was hailed as the "white moonlight" by all the boys.

The two chatted about their old school days and their universities, discovering that the other attended the school next door. They then talked about work and life.

They don't know when, but they will confess their feelings to each other, live together, and then, with the blessings of their parents and friends, enter the hall of marriage.

After a long period of leisure, Bai Mo realized that he had grown old, and all that remained of his beloved was a photograph. He was bringing his successful son, daughter, and granddaughter, who were doing well in their careers and studies, to pay their respects on a misty morning.

After the memorial service, he returned home and sat in the spot where the two of them used to drink tea, chat, and bask in the sun.

Looking back on my life, it has been smooth and fulfilling, without any regrets. My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that falling asleep now wouldn't be so bad.

But the eyes hidden beneath his eyelids, watching the falling flowers before him, became clear and sharp, unlike those of an old man in his twilight years.

"I really wanted to keep enjoying this, but unfortunately, a fake is a fake."

What "white moonlight"? His white moonlight died when he graduated from junior high school. It shocked them all throughout junior high. High school was full of ugly people, and all he wanted to do was study.

"Unfortunately, a fake is a fake."

As Bai Mo's thoughts surged, an invisible force spread out, and the world, along with himself, crumbled inch by inch.

When Bai Mo opened her eyes again, she saw white walls and smelled disinfectant.

He sat up.

"It's been half a month already, when will he wake up?" Leng Qing looked at Bai Mo lying on the bed in the apartment bedroom and asked Lingling, who had finally found the scroll data and rushed to Bocheng.

Old Man Bao came to see it once and said it was an ancient illusion-type mind magic, most of its power had been lost. It wouldn't harm Bai Mo; if he didn't wake up in a year, he would come again.

Then he gave Lingling a bunch of explanations about the magic and information about the scroll, and told her to look it up.

Although Lingling is a genius, it still took her quite a while to process so much data.

Faced with Leng Qing's question, she already had a definite answer, so she shared the information she had compiled.

"This mind magic is called the Mind Realm, which will form three fantasy worlds. The first one is what the person under its spell most wants to see and hopes for, and what they have always pursued; it is called the Realm of Light."

The second realm is the one the spellcaster fears most, least wants to face, and most desires to change; it's called the Dark Realm. The third realm is the original world created by the mind-manipulation mage, where all sorts of things may happen.

"These three illusory worlds are more real than the last, and they will gradually melt away and cover the rationality and intuition of the person under the spell. Once the person under the spell completely believes in the illusions in their heart, they will fall into a deep sleep forever."

After Lingling finished speaking, she glanced at Leng Qing's furrowed brows and comforted him:

"However, this magic was engraved many years ago, and the energy inside cannot support it to fully exert its effect. Bai Mo's mental strength is not weak, so even if he cannot wake up on his own, he will not really fall into despair."

It will only continue to entangle itself with the illusory world until the magical energy maintaining the mental illusion is exhausted, and the magic automatically collapses.

"How long will that take?" Leng Qing finally stopped worrying and asked.

"I'm not entirely sure. Based on the residual magical energy on the scroll, it could take anywhere from three months to half a year." Lingling shook her head, glancing at Bai Mo lying on the bed. "What did this guy find out that he's being treated like this?"

Leng Qing didn't intend to answer the question. Instead, she said, "I need to continue investigating. Lingling, you should go back to Shanghai."

Seeing that her sister didn't want to play with her, and remembering the boring classes, Lingling's eyes lit up. "I'm not going back. I'll stay here and watch him. What if someone else comes and hurts him while you're not here? That would be terrible."

In the illusion, Bai Mo had already been discharged from the hospital. He successfully found the underground passage of Bo City and prevented the disaster that would have destroyed the city.

After returning to Shanghai, he cultivated all the way. First, he killed Lu Nian, that annoying guy. Then, he went to the North Corner of Zhuoyuan to form a contract with Yan Ji. He also befriended Tang Yue, found a way to cover up the talents of the victims for Ding Yumin, and took her Mu Nujiao to participate in the National Academy training and won the championship.

Upon returning, he found the flames of the Chongming Bird and gained the power of rebirth from the ashes. However, his older brother, Bai Hanxing, felt that he was growing too fast and was threatened. He attempted to assassinate him, but he narrowly escaped. Soon after, a shipwreck occurred, plunging the city into darkness.

To save Mingzhu Academy, and Bai Mo, Ding Yumin, just like in the original story, chose to sacrifice herself, collapsing into his arms.

Mu Nujiao was also unfortunately killed by the sea monster. Although he was very powerful without the demon element, he was still like an ant when facing the emperor.

The siren's sudden attack plunged the entire human civilization into crisis, and Bai Mo fled to a higher, more remote region far from the disaster.

In the end, in a daze, he was personally captured by Bai Hanxing, his cultivation was destroyed, and he was thrown outside the Anjie.

As the one-eyed wolf drew ever closer, Bai Mo's dazed expression calmed down, but his eyes held a complex mix of emotions, mostly lingering fear.

Fortunately, it was all an illusion, and the things I feared most did not happen.

He almost believed the illusion. It was one thing if there was no 13 Fan, but what did it mean that he was captured by Bai Hanxing in the end? Was he really that useless?

Damn it, once we get out of here, I'm going to beat Bai Hanxing up!

Bai Mo gritted his teeth, ignoring everything that suddenly vanished into nothingness before him.

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