Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

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"This thing..."

Cao Le paused upon hearing what the Xiahou brothers said.

Ambition is something that can't be acquired just by talking about it.

Even if you wanted it, this kind of thing isn't something you can just get easily...

After all, he wasn't interested in power at all...

"This isn't something I can just have whenever I want," Cao Le said, sounding somewhat helpless.

"Don't you ever dream of ruling the world?" Xiahou Dun was speechless upon hearing Cao Le's words.

"A life of leisure and freedom is what I truly desire," Cao Le said, shaking his head.

As a modern person, how could I still harbor thoughts of becoming a king or a hegemon? Besides, this is modern society, not ancient times. What kind of king would society recognize you as?

No one will actually go through fire and water for you just because you said something...

Moreover, the greater the power one desires, the more bones one needs...

Unifying the world is no simple matter. Even in the original world, all Mo Fan did was get the supreme rulers to change their strategies slightly...

"waste!!!"

Upon hearing Cao Le's inner thoughts, Xiahou Dun roared angrily.

As the most loyal member of the Cao family, he simply could not tolerate Cao Cao's descendants acting this way!

Even if the other party is now my master...

"Say what you will, I'm not a good person, but I can't bring myself to start a war because of my own desires, especially when demons are eyeing us like tigers..." Cao Le said, shaking his head.

Neither Xiahou Dun nor Xiahou Yuan spoke.

It's pointless now, what's the point of speaking up?

Cao Le said he didn't want to, so what could they do?

Some things simply cannot be forced...

Moreover, one's own strength always comes from oneself; even if one truly strives for power and profit, it may not necessarily increase anything.

Perhaps it's just that their power has increased a bit...

Cao Le then continued his seclusion...

...

"Seven days ago, a bloody massacre occurred at the Asian Magic Association in Dubai, where a group of supreme scholars were murdered... The Black Vatican is so rampant, the Asian Magic Association will launch a full-scale purge!"

“…”

During Cao Le's seclusion, Feng Zhoulong, who was on his way to the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association, was murdered...

He also possesses the newly developed fusion magic method.

Unfortunately, his research yielded no patents whatsoever, and he himself is now gone.

If we're talking about people who can change the world, it's definitely not reckless fighters like myself, but people like Feng Zhoulong who have dedicated their lives to research, refusing to serve those in power or the wealthy, but working for all of humanity.

But just as he had achieved his research and was about to excitedly share it with the world, about to make it available to everyone, he died...

He didn't die in his own home, nor in his studio, but at the Asian Magic Association, the very place he went to apply for the World Magical Arts?

Every technique that has not been approved by the highest magic association is considered forbidden.

Therefore, Feng Zhoulong had to personally go to the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association to apply for the award and demonstrate his innovative achievements to the highest magic association.

In such a safe and authoritative place in the world, an unnatural death occurred, and the deceased happened to be Feng Zhoulong, a magic scholar who was about to bring about a magical revolution.

Isn't this a conspiracy?

What else could it be?

In a fit of anger, Mo Fan left Guangzhou and headed towards the Asian Magic Association...

If it were some aristocratic families in the past... even clans, it wouldn't be a big deal, but... where did Mo Fan go?

Headquarters of the Asian Magic Association!

That's a world-renowned, top-tier place!?

This is not a place where anyone can be provoked. No one can live well here once they try to change it.

Even the Son of Parthenon died in this way.

Dragged into the abyss of darkness, never to rise again.

Of course, it's also possible that he entered the abyss of darkness voluntarily?

No one knew these things, but one thing Lingling was very clear about was that Mo Fan was not as powerful as the Holy Son, nor did he have the influence he had back then. In the eyes of some high-ranking members of the Asian Magic Association, he was just a minor character.

If Feng Zhoulong were swept up in that dark tide, Mo Fan would face the same outcome.

Unfortunately, she couldn't dissuade Mo Fan...

...

After Lingling returned to Flying Bird City, she asked Yu Shishi to help her contact Cao Le.

Of course, it wasn't Yu Shishi who was looking for him, but rather Ice Phoenix, who was with Yu Shishi.

Ice Phoenix stayed at Yu Shishi's place while Cao Le was in seclusion.

With the Divine Bird Chongming here, along with the Moon Moth Phoenix and the Little White Tiger, it certainly wouldn't want to stay in the Contract Space.

Even Apas, who is in the Contract Space, is not staying quietly inside now.

They're both out having fun.

Through the Ice Phoenix, Cao Le also learned that Lingling had come crying to him.

With a hint of curiosity, Cao Le had no choice but to emerge from his secluded cultivation.

During this period, he did not break through the forbidden spell, but he had reached the pinnacle in all three elements: shadow, fire, and space. At the same time, his spiritual world had also undergone a significant change.

This change increased Cao Le's power several times over!

As for hybrid systems, they have also reached the super-order...

As soon as we arrived at Yu Shishi's little wooden house, we saw that Xiao Lingling's eyes were red, as if she had just been crying.

"Cao Le, go save Mo Fan..." Lingling cried as soon as she saw Cao Le appear.

"What's going on?" Cao Le asked, slightly puzzled.

like?

Mo Fan doesn't seem to have any fatal calamities, does he?

“We discovered some traces of totems before, so we went there…” Lingling recounted the events that had transpired.

Finally, Lingling told Cao Le about Feng Zhoulong's death. She also shared her own assessment: she was certain there was a massive conspiracy involved.

And what about Mo Fan's personality?

What will happen if I go to the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association?

There's no need to even think about it; Lingling already knows.

However, Mo Fan's strength was no match for the powerful figures at the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association!

Even powerful forbidden spells are not lacking at the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association.

"So, you want me to go there?" Cao Le asked.

"Ah."

Cao Le smiled and asked, "You little girl, are you starting to have romantic feelings for someone?"

"What time is it? You're still joking with me?!" Lingling said, her eyes wide with a hint of agitation.

"Don't worry, with Mo Fan's brain, it'll take him a while to find evidence. Nothing will happen," Cao Le replied.

“But he should have been gone for two days already…” Lingling said.

Although she was also a mage, she was only a mid-level mage, and she still needed a means of transportation to travel long distances.

Without transportation, her round trip would naturally take time, unlike Mo Fan's...

"I'll go, you stay here." Cao Le said, then got up and left.

As Cao Le left, the Ice Phoenix and the Chongming Divine Bird immediately followed.

One of them is Cao Le's contracted beast, and the other belongs to someone with whom he has a close relationship.

Therefore, wherever Cao Le goes, they will naturally follow immediately.

...

The brown desert exudes an aura of boundless despair; it is dry and scorching, yet as night falls, it becomes cold and biting.

In this vast expanse of yellow sand, what is precious is an oasis, but what is even more precious is a bustling, luxurious, and glittering fashion megacity!

They may lack greenery, yet they can be covered in gold. Ancient Arabia was always yearned for this: hills of gold, flowing gold, needing no lush greenery to set them off, they were just as vibrant!

This is a golden world, a silver city.

The Asian Magic Association stands here. Although it is unclear why the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association was built in this way, the scale of the buildings here is still very large!

Here stands a towering silver spire, like a sharp ancient sword piercing the azure sky, while a flock of patrolling black desert eagles form an orderly aerial formation, hovering in the sky near the silver divine tower.

Dubai is a city with many rules, yet few restrictions.

Unlike most capital cities in China, air travel is permitted here.

No matter what amazing ride you have, you can fly freely over Dubai, making everyone below envious and admiring.

Once you have a high enough position, you will enjoy the utmost respect here. You don't need to pretend to be humble and polite to ordinary people, and you can freely and recklessly show your disdain.

With the release of dragons by the British dragon trainer, Dubai was the first city to achieve a large-scale monopoly of dragon armies.

They not only signed buyout agreements for 90% of the dragons from dragon-training families, but also acquired dragons from others at high prices. Therefore, it's common to see Dubai mages riding a fleet of dragons circling above the city; clad in jet-black armor, they are the royal family's exclusive dragon rider mages...

Each headquarters of the Magic Association is located in the most prosperous city, atop the tallest building. Those towering peaks, almost reaching the sky, constantly remind every magician lost in the sea of ​​people that training is endless; you have never reached the summit...