Infinite Chimera Creation

"Those wretched long-eared creatures, back in the Elf Kingdom, took advantage of their numbers to act as masters, arbitrarily issuing orders to us, and even interfering when we were looking for mates. Now that we've finally found a permanent partner, these long-eared creatures are causing trouble again, trying to prevent us from finding happiness. Tell me, can we continue to put up with this?"

"cannot!"

Despite being just six girls who looked to be under twenty, they actually roared in anger when facing an enemy force fifty times their size.

"Let's show them with our actions that they're courting death!!"

"You're all courting death!!"

Watching the seven girls shout out someone's classic line, Stuart couldn't help but find it amusing. Although he was curious to see what these girls would look like on the battlefield, he suppressed the evil thoughts surging in his heart when he thought of Voldemort's huge harem. He clapped his hands lightly to attract the girls' attention.

“Miss Ais, I’m sorry to bother you. But I think it would be better if I tried to stop these elves first, while you go and guard Lord Voldemort. If I can’t do it, then you can step in. After all, your first priority is to protect Lord Voldemort, isn’t it?”

Because of the glasses, Ais didn't see the cold glint in Stuart's eyes, only the gentle smile on his lips. Looking at that sunny smile, Ais felt a slight sense of trust. After a brief moment's thought, she nodded in agreement and led her people to Voldemort's side to prepare for battle.

As for poor Dumbledore, it seemed as if no one noticed him.

Watching the elves who might shoot their arrows at any moment, Stuart gently took off his glasses and put them in his jacket pocket.

"Actually, when it comes to large-scale operations, insect-type synthetic beasts are more suitable, since the reproduction rate of insects is unmatched by other animals."

Taking a small pouch from Iris, Stuart slowly opened it, and upon seeing its contents, a chillingly maniacal smile spread across his face.

"In the past, I never used these little guys because I couldn't solve the problem of the energy source needed for the rapid reproduction of insects. But now, the large amount of magic that swept in when the Authority was born makes me no longer need to consider those troublesome reasons."

Stuart abruptly tossed the cloth bag into the air, his mouth agape in a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear, as he stared at the bewildered elves.

"Then, the game begins!"

Before the small bag even reached its highest point, it began to writhe wildly, as if stuffed with countless vines. Finally, just as the bag reached its maximum altitude, it burst open.

The insects frantically absorbed magic power in the air, recklessly exhausting their already short lives, so that their bodies would reach maturity the moment they landed.

Some insects sprayed foul-smelling acid at the elves, some charged into the elf ranks wielding their sharp, bladed arms, some tore at the flesh of their enemies with their terrifying mandibles, and some self-destructed upon reaching the elves, spraying their highly toxic bodily fluids onto their foe. These terrifying creatures showed no fear, no regard for their lives, and no intention of retreating; they risked everything to kill the enemies of their creator.

Some peculiar insects, however, landed at the rear, where they began laying eggs frantically the moment they touched the ground, continuously replenishing the bodies of the dead insects. With an ample supply of magic power, the newly laid eggs hatched and matured within a few breaths, then rushed back to the battlefield.

The elves were terrified by the seemingly invincible insects. No matter how many insects they killed, new ones would always join the battle. Even when they attacked the insects that laid eggs, or the man who released them, countless insects would leap up and use their bodies as shields to block all their arrows.

It wasn't just the elves who felt fear; all living beings who witnessed this scene felt a terror emanating from the depths of their life instincts. Even Blanche, who had spent many years with Stuart, even Maurice, who represented death, even the emotionless Carim, even Voldemort and Dumbledore, who stood at the pinnacle of wizarding, couldn't help but tremble at the sight of such beings, born solely to kill their enemies.

Stuart saw their fear, but remained unmoved. He had suppressed his emotions long enough since arriving in this world. He had created a monster powerful enough to conquer the entire wizarding world, even the entire world, yet he had to seal it away for the sake of a long-term plan. That feeling of restriction and lack of freedom grew stronger the longer Stuart stayed in this world.

Now, Stuart's plan is about to be completed, and he will soon be able to leave this oppressive world. The cold mask that he has always worn on his face has finally cracked open, allowing him to wantonly destroy his enemies.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Magic

The screams of the elves filled everyone's ears. These beautiful creatures, who usually regarded humans as filth, had faces twisted after death, showing no trace of their usual pride and beauty.

However, at this moment, Voldemort and Dumbledore had no mind to mourn the passing of their beautiful lives, because far greater pain than before had taken over their bodies and minds, causing them to scream in agony.

As their roars grew louder, more and more scales appeared on their bodies, and finally, as the last elf lost his life, their bodies transcended the human realm.

The enormous black python and the golden dragon writhed in agony on the ground, their scales constantly crumbling and healing. Even as their scales shattered, their blood gushed out, but before it hit the ground, it would fly back into their wounds and re-enter their bodies.

Amidst the dust kicked up by their struggle, their figures grew ever larger, and the activation of their bloodlines became ever more complete. Finally, when both giant beasts were over fifty meters long, they instinctively flew into the sky during their struggle.

The instinct that resided in their blood, residing at the pinnacle of the heavens, propelled the two higher and higher. But their figures did not shrink with increasing altitude; instead, they grew larger and larger, casting an endless shadow on the ground.

The wizards stared in disbelief, as if looking at God, as the two colossal beasts soared into the sky. Finally, one of the Death Eaters, feeling his neck could no longer take it, bent down to stretch his stiff neck. As he twisted his neck, he realized that his body was covered in dust from the struggle of the two beasts.

With a frown of disgust, the Death Eater pointed his wand at himself; as a nobleman, he had to maintain impeccable appearance at all times. His lips parted, and he uttered a familiar incantation.

"Clear spring water as if washed"

The other wizards, who had also lowered their heads to ease their stiff necks, suddenly saw a great river appear out of nowhere, sweeping several of them far away. Stunned, the wizards turned around, staring blankly at the wizards who had been swept away, not understanding what they had done to be so unlucky as to be swept away by a river that had appeared out of nowhere.

Several wizards struggled to their feet from the mud, constantly scrutinizing those around them, trying to find the culprit who had brought them misfortune. The Death Eater, with a mournful face, raised his hands, feeling utterly wronged, and explained to the group.

"I really didn't do anything, I just wanted to cleanse my clothes with the clear spring water."

A member of the Order of the Phoenix, who already had a grudge against the Death Eaters, angrily drew his wand and pointed it at the Death Eater.

"You actually told me that 'Clear Spring Like Wash' can create a river? Fine, 'Clear Spring Like Wash', huh? I'll try it and see. If there's no river, you'll see how I settle accounts with you. 'Clear Spring Like Wash'."

In an instant, another great river appeared, sweeping the Death Eater and a member of the Order of the Phoenix beside him far away. All the wizards were stunned. They had witnessed the argument clearly, which made them even more shocked. When did the Clear Spring spell, which was only used for cleaning, become so powerful?

Stuart, who had been studying the dead elves ever since Voldemort and Dumbledore ascended to heaven, finally looked up and coldly uttered a single sentence.

"I forgot to tell you, when the magical power in the air increases, the original spell's power will increase beyond your imagination, so it's best not to try it casually."

The wizards, who had been about to try other spells, froze, sheepishly retracting their wands. Ignoring them, Stuart looked up at the sky, muttering to himself.

"Judging by the time, they should be here soon. It's good that they're here; it'll wake them up and let them know that the world has undergone earth-shattering changes."

Wizards don't understand Muggles, nor do they know the level of Muggle technology, but Stuart does. With two such enormous beasts circling over Britain, British fighter jets are likely on their way soon. However, Stuart isn't worried about the two in the air. Although they haven't completely reverted to their ancestral form, they are no longer technologically advanced enough to harm them in 1978.

Sure enough, soon a large flock of iron birds flew towards the two giant beasts, one black and one gold, with a roar, and then fell down at an even faster speed as the two beasts struggled.

Stuart curled his lip in disdain, recalling a phrase he'd seen somewhere in his previous life: "The scientific side crushes the magical side." He chuckled inwardly. Those magical sides that would be crushed by science were just mindless barbarians who developed magic based on superficial phenomena and luck. They were less like the magical side and more like monkeys who knew how to use magic. The true magical side, however, disregarded the appearances of magic, directly exploring its essence and origins, and developing a large number of useful spells based on extensive experimental results.

Both the scientific and magical sides are essentially exploring the truth of the world and searching for its origins. In this respect, the magical side has far more advantages than the scientific side. As long as magicians are willing to conduct research, the notion that the scientific side can completely overwhelm the magical side is nothing more than a joke. With a large number of researchers, the magical side, even if it cannot completely overwhelm the scientific side, can certainly stand on equal footing with it.

Finally, just as Stuart grew impatient, the two giant pythons and golden dragons, whose complete forms were no longer visible to human eyes, vanished from the sky. When they reappeared, they had returned to human form and were back on the ground.

Having regained his youth, Dumbledore, with his long, reddish-brown hair, and Voldemort, now in his youthful form, exchanged a glance. Both took a deep breath, still shaken, and then broke into triumphant smiles. Yes, triumphant. Having become beings of authority, they had finally achieved immortality and understood what Stuart meant when he said that the mere existence of beings of authority could restore the world. They could clearly feel the magic in the world rapidly increasing, and the previously dormant world consciousness gradually becoming active again.

"Judging from your expressions, did something happen while activating your bloodlines? I don't think pain alone would make you look so relieved, would it?"

Stuart pushed aside the group of wizards and stood before Voldemort and Dumbledore, curiously examining them. Although he had seen beings of authority more than once in his bloodline memories, those were, after all, memories; this was the first time Stuart had actually seen a living being of authority.

Upon hearing Stuart's question, Voldemort and Dumbledore couldn't help but smile wryly. However, influenced by their bloodlines after awakening, they disdained to hide such matters and slowly began to explain to Stuart.

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Chapter Sixty Changes

In the underground jungle, Stuart, unusually, wasn't wearing his glasses or wearing his usual cold expression. He lay lazily on a branch of a large tree, humming a song no one could understand. Beneath the tree, West, Karim, and Josephine lay quietly, devoid of their usual ferocity. Without seeing them, one might mistake them for gentle herbivores.

Morris also shed his deathly aura, leaning quietly against a large tree, his eyes half-closed as if he had drifted off to sleep to the inexplicable melody. Pipi, the little bird with a thousand eyes, perched silently on his shoulder, its thousands of tiny eyes gazing adoringly at Stuart in the tree, like a child worshipping its father.

Surrounding these named chimeras, a large number of chimeras without names but only numbers lay there, their usual frenzy gone, gazing up at their creator with an unprecedented docility.

Having become an elf, Blanche, with her enhanced eyesight, watched the magical scene from afar, showing no intention of disturbing them.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Stuart took his glasses out of his pocket again and put them on. His expression returned to its coldness. He jumped down from the tree and headed straight for the laboratory deep in the jungle. As he passed Blanche, the senior student who had remained silent all along quietly followed him.

"What? You are the only surviving adult elf. Once you return to the Elf Kingdom, you will be automatically recognized as the Elf Queen by that land. Why are you still here?"

Blanche smiled alluringly, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to look at Stuart's profile.

"Do you think I'm some kind of brainless, stupid woman in my junior's eyes? Two years ago, Voldemort said that he and Dumbledore had just been promoted to authority and needed at least thirty years to slumber and consolidate their power. When those monkeys heard that, they invited those two great gods to the Elven Kingdom without even thinking. With those two there, the Elven Queen is just a joke, and it's no big deal to ignore her."

Even without turning his head, Stuart could imagine the alluring smile on Blanche's face. He gently pushed up his glasses.

"Sometimes I really doubt whether you've awakened the bloodline of those idiots with long ears. You don't have a single proud and aloof quality about you; on the contrary, this seductive aura has become even stronger after the bloodline awakened. Are you really not a succubus?"

"Even a succubus couldn't seduce you, junior, could she? I used to be quite confident in my figure and looks, but I've been bombarded with criticism from you for nine years in a row. Anyway, let's not talk about me anymore. Let's talk about you. I feel like you've changed a lot in the last six months. It's like you've shed all your burdens. You're a completely different person from before."

Blanche's smile remained unchanged as she stared at Stuart's profile with a beaming smile, as if she could see a flower blooming there.

Stuart wasn't surprised by Blanche's words, because the changes in him over the past six months were so significant that anyone who knew him could see them. Stuart didn't intend to hide the reasons for his changes from Blanche; there was no need. Others might find his transformation puzzling, but Blanche had been with him for nine years. Even if she couldn't fully understand his thoughts, she could certainly guess most of them.

"It's not all the burdens, just some of them. After all, according to Voldemort, when one awakens their bloodline of authority, they will see another version of themselves. If they cannot face their own hearts, they will be devoured by that other version of themselves and cease to be themselves. He was almost eaten by that other version of himself."

If only Voldemort had been nearly devoured, I could attribute it to his excessive pursuit of immortality, which created a significant psychological flaw, and wouldn't have cared too much. But the fact that even Dumbledore nearly didn't return makes me take this matter seriously, because aside from his sister's death, Dumbledore had almost no psychological flaws.

You've probably already guessed my goal: to be reborn as the World Serpent, Jormangand. To avoid being devoured by another version of myself during reincarnation, I must thoroughly examine my own heart. These changes are simply a natural consequence of gaining a clearer understanding of myself.

Sure enough, Blanche didn't seem surprised at all. She had clearly already guessed the reason Blanche had mentioned. She gently lifted a strand of hair from her temple and played with it between her fingers.

"Since it's not a bad change, I won't ask any more questions. But I'm curious about something, and I wonder if you would be willing to answer it for me, junior."

"Senior, don't you feel like you're having more and more problems lately? You weren't this annoying before."

Stuart pushed up his glasses, casting a cold glance at Blanche. However, Blanche simply laughed and ignored his gaze.

"Then I'll ask the question first, junior. See if you can answer it. If not, just pretend I didn't ask."

Without waiting for Stuart's objection, Blanche stated her problem directly.

"Since you want to become the World Serpent, why didn't you kill Voldemort back then? Instead, you put him on the throne of power. Doesn't that dilute the power that should have been yours?"

Stuart gave Blanche a deep look, then continued walking toward the laboratory without stopping.

"The questions you're asking are getting more and more sensitive, making me hesitate about whether I should keep you around."

"Since you didn't kill me outright, it means you never intended to kill me. I don't think you would have any hesitation, the kind of emotion that only ordinary people have."

Looking at Blanche's grinning face, Stuart sighed inwardly. He realized that this woman, who had been with him for nine years, had never truly understood him.

"So, it seems that besides Lolo, no one can truly understand me?"

With a barely audible sigh, Stuart spoke with some disappointment.

"【When the bloodline of authority returns, the world will prepare a unique gift for him】This is a line from Dumbledore's bloodline memories, and that gift is undoubtedly authority. In other words, authority is unique and cannot be shared with others. That is to say, even if I become the World Serpent, I will not receive the authority of reincarnation."

Don't look at me like I'm crazy. I have my reasons for letting Voldemort become the World Serpent before me and gain power.

Firstly, when Voldemort awakened his bloodline, although the World helped draw magic from the Elven Realm to complete his rebirth, the magic in the Elven Realm was ultimately limited. It might have been sufficient to sustain the emergence of just one World Serpent, but it was inadequate for the simultaneous emergence of two Authorities. The fact that both Voldemort and Dumbledore fell into slumber to complete their own existence is the best proof of this. This is also one reason why I wanted Dumbledore to become an Authority as well; I needed Voldemort to enter a long slumber. Now, because of the existence of Authorities, in just two years, the World's magic has been sufficient to sustain my rebirth.

Secondly, and most importantly, authority is not only a gift but also a shackle. Once accepted, one is bound to this world, living and dying with it. I don't want to be caged, confined to a world like this. Since Voldemort was reincarnated before me, the authority will naturally fall to him. I won't have to worry about being trapped by this world and can peacefully reincarnate as the World Serpent. Anyway, what I initially aimed for wasn't the authority, but merely the body of the World Serpent.

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Chapter Sixty-One Red Star

Two years have allowed the world to become more magical, giving wizards' previously whimsical spells immense power, awakening those who previously lacked magical aptitude, and leading Stuart to decide to wait no longer.