Brain bloom

First came the Barahbrot Third Rank Array, formed by sprinkling gold dust. Then, a total of twenty different objects were placed in their proper places. Often, when using magic circles, magicians would use symbols and letters to represent the corresponding items and concepts, but that was usually just a simple borrowing.

But today, instead of borrowing, Olster brought the actual object.

The four crystallized symbols of the elements are all top-grade dream items. Some were taken from the crowns of other countries, while others were taken from the remains of true gods by digging up graves. Only the titles of the first pope and the true god, combined with the execution power of the Holy Coffin Kingdom, could have been collected in their entirety.

Besides these, there were even more precious items. The things gathered on the magic circle alone, if converted into wealth, would be enough to buy the throne of a small country at a premium—in common sense, these are not for sale. But "not for sale" is just a euphemism for not being able to justify the price.

If successful, I can talk to the curse of wish fulfillment.

During the setup of the magic circle, Olster never considered whether it would succeed; he simply poured his entire soul into it.

“Ti saluto cara fantascienza

(Greetings to you, dear illusion)

allo specchio il mio fantasma si presenta

(Appears on my magic mirror)

è il mattino della conoscenza

(Knowledge Lights Up the Dawn)

As the light from the magic circle grew stronger, Mori pushed open the door and stepped out with Dandelion. The Ancient Demon King had already been watching through the window. Now, there was no need for it to dominate the order; the crowd, feeling the oppressive force, held their breath and showed no intention of causing trouble.

"Wow, we finally meet again."

"The supreme true God!"

Upon seeing Sen emerge, both the banshee and B could not hide their excitement. Hearing each other's calls, they exchanged a silent glance. Although they knew each other to some extent, an unconcealable hostility arose between them, and they both tightened their grip on their weapons.

Fortunately, Mori waved to them, his smile, though from a distance, was clearly visible, melting away their hostility.

“The coffin bearers,” Olster said without looking up.

"Is it time?"

"Hmm... When I pay my respects to you, I can place the daughter of the ancient demon king on the magic circle."

"it is good."

After saying that, Olster turned to the Ancient Demon King: "I must also... please prepare for failure."

The ancient demon king, understanding the unspoken message, turned to Fernanda and each approached their acquaintances, signaling them to prepare for battle. Ideally, they should have their strongest offensive force, requiring a long preparation period, to ensure they could launch a decisive attack at any moment.

After giving the instructions—

A deafening roar of the Evil Dragon came from the sky. Fenanda no longer maintained her human form, but reverted to the ferocious appearance of the ancient Evil Dragon, spreading her immense pressure throughout the world.

But the ancient demon king's form was even more formidable. The owl that the shadow had transformed into had long since vanished, replaced by the shadow giant that represented all fear and primal evil, which once again appeared in the world.

A pair of full wings, brimming with magic, representing death.

A fist poised to strike, capable of devastating everything in the world.

Although everyone present was a formidable figure, each bringing out their rare trump cards in preparation, they were still utterly laughable compared to these two giants.

Completely shocked, they instinctively turned their gaze to the most prominent figure present, wondering what preparations the renowned coffin bearer would make. But the coffin bearer showed no sign of making a move, standing there seemingly nonchalantly. His lack of any pretense or preparation spoke of absolute confidence.

The light from the magic circle grew even stronger.

“It’s time,” Olster whispered.

"Ah."

Mori stroked the pocket watch, stepped into the City of Clocks, and gently picked up Won, whose time had been frozen. However, it was a bit difficult... After thinking for a while, Mori could only put Won into his spatial bag, which solved the problem.

Returning from that strange world, Mori Toki walked empty-handed towards the magic circle. As if by magic, the object was suddenly pulled out by Mori Toki and placed in the very center of the magic circle.

A chorus of gasps filled the air as the powerful figures of the Demon Realm expressed their heartache. Their Dawn Princess still bore the marks of the last battle, and her life force was weak. Her drowsy, Sleeping Beauty-like state seemed to attract even more death.

"Hurry up and act, or the curse will further erode her life force! This is not a place where time stands still!" The ancient demon king, heartbroken and furious, roared.

His response was Olster's silent contemplation—

“Balla piano nella via

(Dancing, walking slowly on the road)

Balla il vento della notte

(Dancing, in the cold wind of the night)

Balla un sogno che non c'e'piu'

(Dancing, a beautiful dream that no longer exists)

In an instant, Olster's divinity radiated light, like a star descending from the heavens to the earth, its brilliance ever-present. Countless streams of spiritual energy were ignited, and what burned transformed into the power of faith.

Mori could sense that a strange spell had been activated.

Magic of fate?

This magic seems to be challenging the world itself, as if it is modifying everything about it and interfering with its entirety.

Unlike the last time when the Ancient Demon King offered dawn to fulfill a wish, this time the Ancient Demon King seemed to be commanding the world, making it all very easy. Olster's magic of fate, however, felt more like a mortal attempting to challenge a colossus…

Sen Shi's divine essence resonated with it. Perhaps because they were in the same religious system, she could also sense the complete magical thread and deeply understand the workings of the entire magic circle, the meaning of each stroke, and everything was so clear.

At that moment, like a discordant piano chord, something was mixed into what should have been a brilliant performance, and Mori frowned.

Immediately afterward, she saw Olster's face change color, turning pale and utterly wretched. That meant... failure! To Mori, everything seemed to slow down, ten times slower than normal.

Olster slowly turned his head, trying to find the Ancient Demon King, his mouth contorted as if he were about to shout the word "defeat." That meant activating his backup plan: skipping negotiations with the curse, dragging it out directly, and then beating it up...

The shell borrowed from Silverweave was also placed nearby, so that Olster could peel off the curse at any time and bury it inside the shell.

That way... at least it can last for a few seconds, and the world won't be completely destroyed, right?

But Mori felt there was still room for redemption. The failure of the fate magic wasn't due to luck, but rather a small problem. Faith shouldn't have replaced spiritual power… that contained sacred impurities, making it difficult to resonate with the curse of wish, let alone achieve "soul resonance."

This incredibly clear vision is probably a symbol of possessing the divinity of the primordial god...

"Don't be nervous." Subconsciously, she blurted out, "Stop your burning faith power."

Mori also adopted the title of True God. Although Olster did not consider himself the first Pope, he was still influenced by the orders from above. Coming to his senses, he stopped transmitting the power of faith.

A radiant, clear crystal glided past and fell into the magic circle.

It was a top-grade spiritual energy crystal that Mori had found at the market, intending to use it as a snack. At the time, he had nowhere to spend his gold coins, but he needed to increase his spiritual energy by spending money, so he could only buy this kind of currency—and now he was putting it to use.

Under Sen Shi's will, the spiritual energy crystal melted away, and then supported the entire magical ritual.

"Soul, echo!"

It wasn't until Mori uttered those words that symbolized success that Olster turned around in astonishment, realizing that it was Mori who had intervened and salvaged the magical ritual...

"Shh." Mori gestured for everyone to be quiet.

Because it had haunted Yuan for a lifetime, slaughtering generations of people, it was arguably the most terrifying curse in history, and it had been quietly awakened. Yuan opened its eyes, but they were no longer the beautiful eyes of the past; instead, they were a deep black, like black pearls, exactly like the shadow of the ancient demon king.

Then, Yuan sat up and tried to stand up.

However, his posture was extremely stiff, as if he were a newborn trying to walk for the first time.

It wasn't a wish, it was a curse! Mori wiped the sweat from her brow, never expecting to actually be able to have a conversation with a curse. Worse still, since Mori had taken over the fate magic, being stared at by those eyes, she had clearly become a negotiation expert…

"Um...we mean you no harm, you don't need to be afraid. What should we call you? Miss Curse." Mori forced a sweet smile, her white teeth gleaming, trying to increase her chances of success by acting cute.

“…slaughter.” The curse barely uttered a word, its tone stiff but imbued with sorrow.

"Is this your name? Or..." Or is this what she's about to do?

"it's me."

"Please grant my wish," the ancient demon king stated his request.

The sound drew the gazes of the murderous demon. She looked up, bewildered, at the towering giant. Then, tears streamed down her face. She stumbled toward the ancient demon king, and after a long, long time, she embraced its shadowy form.

"dad."

"You, you... what is this?"

"Even though I was born in this way, and given only evil and killing, I am still your child..."

The ancient demon king, who was overjoyed to have a daughter, stood there dumbfounded, all his previous thoughts vanishing into thin air.

Killing spoke again: "So, I don't want to hurt Yuan, I don't want to kill my sister... Um, actually I know what you want to do. Hmm, please separate me from this, I, I really... don't want to, and won't, do bad things."

"It actually...it's actually fighting back, fighting against a fate that only exists for killing!" Mori was deeply shaken.

"This curse... how should I put it... no wonder we grew up together." Dandelion sighed, moved.

……

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Volume 1, Chapter 398: A Farewell Poem of Curse and Wish

Things took an unexpected turn, heading in the most opportune direction. Even the ancient demon king, who had hoped for everything to go smoothly, was now staring blankly at his unfamiliar daughter, feeling utterly bewildered.

The people who had been summoned formed a circle of bewilderment, resembling a question mark. The magic they had accumulated over time now seemed to waver and could be extinguished at any moment.

When the Ancient Demon King found them and explained his purpose, indicating that they might face an extremely terrible battle that could shatter the world, they made numerous preparations and were prepared for the worst. However, the anticipated fierce battle did not unfold; instead, they witnessed the Ancient Demon King having a daughter.

So……

Should we celebrate? This awkward thought swirled in everyone's minds, and the Ancient Demon King was even more unsure whether he should be happy at this moment... If the curse had truly gained consciousness and truly become his daughter... then... wouldn't she be considered Matilda's child?

Thinking of this, the ancient demon king became delirious and completely lost his reason.

“We cannot trust you, curse… no, slaughter.” The calmest of them all, Fernanda, spoke to the killing lady from the air, “Ultimately, you are a terrible being, and we have reason to believe that you are deceiving us, seeking liberation.”

"Someone can understand my heart, and she will tell you whether I am sincere."

After speaking, Shalu's sorrowful eyes immediately shifted to Senshi, landing on her equally dazed face.

As the caster of this spell of fate, Mori was able to make the cursed soul resonate with its own voice, existing in the world in a communicative manner. Ultimately, this is communication between hearts, at the level of souls.