Infinite Chimera Creation

Immediately, Lolo's expression calmed down, she lightly touched her lips, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

"With this curiosity, that child certainly won't choose to betray Xiaoyuan."

Legend has it that a powerful being can tear through the river of time and see the future of a particular life form, but this is limited to weaker life forms.

While the two people in the laboratory were lost in their own thoughts, the griffin—no, it should be called a harpy—had completed its metamorphosis. Even in the laboratory, its shimmering golden feathers still gleamed.

The beast known as the ruler of the sky slowly lowered its head, staring intently into Stuart's eyes. The griffin's sharp gaze was not hindered by the magic that obscured its vision on its glasses.

Seeing the griffin's actions, Stuart and Blanche, regaining their senses, both gripped their wands. The original Hippogriff had chosen to obey Stuart because it suffered from a psychological condition called Stockholm syndrome. The griffin, however, was different. Her willpower, which allowed her to endure the cold and fly higher than any other winged creature, made it impossible for her to suffer from any mental illness.

In the end, the griffin did not choose to attack; instead, she affectionately nuzzled Stuart's clothes.

Every living thing possesses an instinct to become stronger, and biological evolution is the collective manifestation of this instinct. Organisms use their own lives to verify the quality of their life information.

Those with superior life information are born, are able to reproduce, pass on their life information, and achieve evolution through the accumulation of time.

Those with inferior life information die, paying the price for their inferiority with death, stopping that inferior information within themselves, and using life as their hands to remove stumbling blocks for evolution.

This process, which should have been lengthy and involved countless sacrifices, was achieved by Stuart in a single individual. His successful evolution and growth filled the intelligent griffin with gratitude towards Stuart. Moreover, the griffin, which revered power, yearned to become even stronger.

Seeing that the griffin remained compliant and did not attack, the two breathed a sigh of relief and put down their wands. It seemed that their precautions had been ineffective.

"Stuart, congratulations..."

Before Blanche could speak, the griffin suddenly turned around and roared at her, silencing her completely.

Clearly, the young griffin lady still remembered who had forcibly pried open her legs. For a proud griffin, such humiliation was worse than death. If that incident hadn't become a memory, lying dormant in her mind, even with Blanche and Stuart's close relationship, she would have chosen to kill the human female who had humiliated her.

Griffins are far more ferocious than creatures like harpies.

Of course, if the Griffin is determined to kill Blanche, it's uncertain how Stuart will choose between this work, which he and Lolo co-created, and a woman who once threatened him.

Fortunately, the Griffin was unaware of Stuart's thoughts. In her eyes, Stuart and Blanche had a very close relationship, so she suppressed her anger.

P.S., Lolo is the female lead, don't forget that just because she hasn't appeared for a while.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: First Contact

Stuart initially thought that after discovering the secret of atavism from the werewolves, he could achieve his goal of coming to this world—obtaining a body with sufficient potential—by finding a being with a powerful bloodline. However, after the griffin experiment, he realized that he had been too naive.

The environment of this world is even worse than Stuart imagined. Its magical power is so scarce that even a griffin, which is only considered a mid-level mount in a high-magic world, will experience insufficient energy. Not to mention that the ancestral beings are top-level authority beings in a high-magic world. If one wants to achieve the goal of becoming an ancestral authority being, the first element is undoubtedly to find a sufficiently large source of magical power.

To find this source of magic, Stuart had to continue trying to improve the reversion potion while also rereading all the books in the library. Previously, when he read, his attention was entirely focused on information related to magical creatures, completely ignoring anything about items containing large amounts of magic.

To Stuart's surprise, Blanche, who was clearly only interested in macroscopic experiments like dissection and synthesis, actually stayed with him throughout his microscopic experiments with blood. Stuart had calculated that this woman would lose interest within two months at most, utter a few insincere words, and then decisively leave. But unexpectedly, she persisted until summer vacation, even going so far as to plan to follow him to Stuart's estate to continue conducting experiments with him during the summer.

Stuart, who had other plans for the summer vacation, naturally refused and went to Stuart's manor alone.

Now, a month of summer vacation has passed, and for that month, Ristuart has been using Polyjuice Potion to change his appearance and wandering around the dark streets of Turnover Alley.

Finally, today Stuart saw his target of the past month, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Although the intelligence said that this person would occasionally come to Flip Lane, who knew if he would want to take a good rest during the summer vacation and not come for the whole summer? If that were the case, the whole summer would be wasted. Fortunately, the person he was looking forward to came today.

"To encounter the King of Darkness in this dark city is truly fortunate. So, Lord Demon King, would you do me the honor of joining me for a drink?"

Approaching a handsome young man dressed in a black robe, Stuart lowered his voice and asked in a respectful but not arrogant manner.

The dark-haired youth glanced at Stuart with slight surprise, his tone full of amusement at having seen something amusing.

"I originally came here out of curiosity because I heard from my men that there were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the alley recently, probably because they were using compound decoction and looking for something. But I never expected that you were looking for me."

Upon hearing the other person immediately accuse him of using Polyjuice Potion, Stuart showed no sign of panic. In fact, he never intended to fool anyone in a dark street with just a dose of Polyjuice Potion. Those who survived here were all shrewd; any unfamiliar face would arouse their suspicion. Stuart had only used Polyjuice Potion to conceal his age; a youthful face here meant prey.

Seeing that Stuart didn't seem flustered, the young man smiled with satisfaction.

"You should tell me in advance which bar you want to go to. If the drinks aren't good, be prepared to face the Dark Lord's wrath."

Indeed, what Stuart had been searching for for a month was the infamous Dark Lord, Voldemort. It must be said that although later generations have a very negative opinion of him, the young Voldemort, before his madness caused by creating numerous Horcruxes, truly possessed remarkable leadership qualities. His powerful confidence, dashing smile, carefree demeanor, and a magnanimity that transcended death undoubtedly proved that the title of Dark Lord was well-deserved; no wonder he could command the submission of so many proud nobles. Unfortunately, he and his Death Eaters later went mad, and their madness inevitably led to their downfall.

"Then, Lord Dark Lord, please follow me. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with both the wine and my gifts."

Stuart strode out of the alley and found the bar in Diagon Alley that had been booked for a month.

"Then, please order whatever you'd like to drink. According to my research, this bar is the best in Diagon Alley. Some of the rare wines that only nobles have are also sold here."

Voldemort didn't rush to order drinks, but watched Stuart with interest.

"This is a survey, not a tasting. Don't you drink?"

Stuart nodded expressionlessly.

"Yes, I never drink alcohol. It makes my brain dull, which is dangerous."

Voldemort chuckled and shook his head. He didn't order the so-called aristocratic wines he was already tired of, but instead ordered a regular spirit, took a small sip, and smiled.

"Such a cautious attitude is not suitable for a strong person."

"But it's suitable for a researcher."

Stuart's expression remained stiff; he dared not reveal too much emotion in front of Voldemort. This Dark Lord, who had spent his entire life battling that old fox Dumbledore, was clearly an old fox himself before his mental breakdown, and Stuart couldn't be sure that the other wouldn't glean something from his expression.

Upon hearing Stuart identify himself as a researcher, Voldemort showed a curious expression, but without asking further questions, he downed his shot of liquor and asked with a smile.

"Now that the wine is finished, aren't you going to say anything?"

Stuart took a fist-sized egg from his pocket and gently placed it on the table. This blue snake egg was one he had reverted to using blue blood. Although such an egg was of no use to his ultimate goal, it could be very useful at certain times, such as now.

"Oh, an egg. I don't think you would play a trick on me with an egg, would you? So how about you introduce me?"

Seeing an egg that was otherwise unremarkable except for its color, Voldemort wasn't angered. Instead, his amused smile deepened. This made Stuart admire Voldemort's magnanimity once again. Not everyone, having become one of the world's strongest beings and revered as the Dark Lord, could patiently watch a stranger perform tricks.

But Stuart couldn't help feeling that something was amiss. Although Voldemort hadn't yet created so many Horcruxes at this time, according to the original stories, even in his youth, the Dark Lord was extremely arrogant; he needed that arrogance to mask his mixed-race inferiority complex. But this Dark Lord, let alone arrogance, if Stuart hadn't been able to confirm the other's identity, would have thought he was conversing with a gentle and magnanimous elder.

This feeling is like Dumbledore.

Forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart, Stuart pointed his wand at the snake egg and whispered...

"Yes, I will introduce you to this amazing little guy."

PS1, yes, I'm not writing about the Voldemort from the original books, but rather a Voldemort who changed due to some accidents that happened in his youth—not the kind of accidents mentioned in the side stories, of course. While Voldemort underwent some changes, his desire to conquer the entire wizarding world and rule Muggles remained unchanged. Therefore, under the control of those in power, Voldemort was still corrupted.

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Chapter Thirty-Six: I Have Lost

The wand in Stuart's hand wasn't his, so it wasn't quite as easy to use. However, because of his high level of proficiency in spells, he could still cast the spells he wanted, even if they were somewhat obscure. Therefore, he wasn't worried at all. He pointed the wand at the snake egg, then opened and closed his lips without making a sound.

Voldemort's eyes widened involuntarily, because he recognized those lip movements all too well—it was "Avada Kedavra."

Sure enough, a ghastly green beam of light shot from the tip of the wand, striking the egg squarely. While the Killing Curse surprised Voldemort—after all, those who could wield it were almost always high-ranking dark wizards, and he'd never seen Stuart before—what surprised him even more was that Stuart had promised to give him the egg, yet killed it right before his eyes. Was this a provocation?

Voldemort believed that if it weren't for a particular experience in Albania during his youth that greatly altered his personality, the wizard who had seemingly provoked him would surely have already experienced Voldemort's Killing Curse. Voldemort's face was grim as he silently stared at Stuart, waiting for his explanation.

Voldemort's behavior only deepened Stuart's confusion. If it were the Dark Lord from the original stories, he would probably have already unleashed a Killing Curse, for which he had specifically prepared defenses. But now, the legendary, volatile, and murderous Dark Lord was patiently waiting for his explanation, which gave Stuart a profound sense of unreality.

"Please don't be angry, Lord Dark Lord, you need to be patient."

Suppressing his doubts once more, Stuart spoke softly, his eyes fixed on the egg as if it would bloom into a flower after being struck by Avada Kedavra. Voldemort frowned slightly, about to say something, when his eyes widened in disbelief once more.

He then gently shook the egg he had judged to be dead. As if the tiny life inside wanted to hatch, the egg shook again before returning to stillness.

Without a word, Voldemort drew his wand, and like Voldemort, spoke but remained silent, a beam of pale green light striking the blue egg. Staring intently at the egg, Voldemort, unaware of his own presence, gripped his wand tightly, his palms even sweating.

Under the Dark Lord's gaze, the egg trembled once more before returning to stillness. Yet, it was this tiny tremor that left Voldemort speechless with shock. Voldemort understood the principle of the Avada Kedavra curse better than anyone: it killed a target by instantly draining its life force. He had tried it; he could extract the life force from not only powerful magical creatures like trolls, but even dragons with strong magical immunity. But now, a curse capable of killing even dragons could only make an egg tremble twice. Could this egg's life force be stronger than a dragon's? Could there be a more ridiculous joke in the world?

With his eyes closed, Voldemort frowned as he placed his hand on the egg. After a long while, he finally opened his eyes. He sensed for a long time, but the life force within the egg showed no sign of weakening. This ruled out the possibility that the Killing Curse had been delayed in taking effect, meaning that the egg was truly immune to the Killing Curse.

"I think you've confirmed the little guy's survival, so I think I can begin the introduction."

Although Stuart tried his best to hide it, a hint of smugness still lingered in his tone.

"This little guy is one of my proudest creations so far. As you can see, even the Death Curse cannot cause it any real harm. It's incredible, but I'm sure you've guessed it already. Yes, its vitality is stronger than that of a dragon. But it is precisely this strength that makes this little guy lazy. Because it is very smart, it has realized that there is no danger to it in the outside world. Even if it doesn't come out, no one can hurt it."

The method to make it hatch is quite simple: just keep attacking it. Unless it's a physical attack like being pulverized, even unforgivable curses like Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus Curse, or Escape from the body won't harm it; they'll only create a sense of crisis and the desire to hatch.

After all, Voldemort was the powerful figure who ruled the dark side of the British magical world and was attempting to conquer the light side. He quickly recovered from his shock, and a smile returned to his face.

"Just now I was wondering if you found this amazing egg or if you dug it up, because it's hard to believe that a life form capable of resisting the Death Curse is artificial. But now I believe you are a researcher. This tone of pride in your work is something that can't be imitated. So, I'm sure you won't mind telling me what the little guy inside looks like."

"Of course I don't mind. The little guy inside is a multi-headed snake. Of course, how many heads it has is beyond my knowledge. But its strength is definitely not weak."

In fact, Stuart specifically sought out a large serpent with Hydra blood for this egg, and then artificially induced its birth. Adult serpents attempting to revert to Hydra do indeed experience energy deficiency. With eggs, however, blue blood can be directly injected into one, allowing it to rely on the lives of its unborn siblings and mother to complete the reversion process.

"A hydra? I must say I'm increasingly satisfied with this gift, and I'm quite pleased with both of us. So, how about joining my Death Eaters?"

Stuart shook his head slightly, his meaning clear though he didn't speak. His expression remained blank, but his hand beneath his robes tightened around his wand. Given Voldemort's intolerant nature, no matter how mild he had acted before, he would surely erupt in anger after his invitation was rejected, making a battle inevitable. However, this was exactly what Stuart desired—to prove his strength in a fight, facilitating his subsequent demands. He believed he wouldn't lose even against the Dark Lord, who instilled fear in England.

There are other ways to resolve issues besides violence, such as language. Although he believed he had the ability to kill Voldemort, Stuart thought that considering his future plans, it was best to resolve issues through negotiation. If the Dark Lord died, his plans would definitely be greatly affected.

Voldemort chuckled, patted his shoulder, and shook his head helplessly.

"Don't be so tense. Do you think I'd force you if you didn't want to?"

Upon hearing this, Stuart was genuinely surprised and almost blurted out, "Isn't that right?"

Seeing Stuart, who had maintained an expressionless face since they met, break down in surprise, Voldemort laughed heartily.

"If you had appeared before me a few years ago with something so magical, I would have definitely tried every means to subdue you, but I won't do that now. Besides, you've come to me of your own accord, so you must want something from me. So, let's talk about what you want from me. After all, there's no need for a wand if a problem can be solved with words, is there?"

Watching the Dark Lord, known for his brutality, savagery, and plunder, speak at length about the power of language, Stuart's thousand thoughts condensed into one sentence.

"I admit defeat."

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: An Unbreakable Vow

Although a reasonable and mentally sound Voldemort made Stuart feel all sorts of incongruous, it would be better if they could communicate.

Just as Stuart was about to state his request, Voldemort raised his hand to interrupt him, the Dark Lord of England sporting an unusually radiant smile.

"Those things aren't urgent. Seeing such a wonderful gift, I can grant you any request as long as it's not too outrageous. But before that, can you tell me what kind of person you originally thought I was? My subordinates are all too afraid of me. If I ask them this, they'll shower me with endless compliments for an hour. It's really annoying."

Even the most disdainful nobles would flatter, and this was something that would make most people laugh for days. But Stuart seemed to hear nothing at all; his face showed no hint of mockery, remaining as expressionless as ever. Stuart was unsure whether he should truthfully tell Voldemort the outside world's opinions.

Voldemort was even more pleased to see that Stuart did not intend to mock the nobles. Never mock a Dark Lord's subordinates in front of him, even if they are truly ridiculous.

Ultimately, Stuart decided to tell the truth; he disliked lying on matters like this. Gathering his thoughts, Stuart began softly.