Those time travelers that year

He has already crippled the demons, and the lords are heading step by step down the path of no return, becoming a feast for the eyes and ears.

The evil dragon goddess falls, the red-robed chief plots to become a god, and god-slayers from other worlds interfere—and so on.

In short, this guy is arguably the number one troublemaker in the history of this multiverse. No villain who has appeared in this multiverse before has been as dedicated as him.

Anyway, in the area outside the Silvermoon City Maze, accompanied by a distorted space, Shano, wearing a triangular hat with white feathers, stepped out.

"As expected, the air quality in the Prime Material World is much better than in the Endless Abyss!" As soon as he came out, Charles smoothed his silver hair and said with deep emotion, "Although my main body still can't get in, compressing my power limit and throwing a clone in was definitely the right thing to do."

"Well! Although it's just an incomplete clone, it can still handle a few guys who got promoted through connections." Charles laughed cheerfully, raising his head, his pupils faintly burning with the color of dusk. The world reflected in his eyes was a world shrouded in several layers of network—the magic network.

"A magnificent masterpiece... yet far too fragile." The magical web revealed before his eyes wove together the vast primal energy of the entire world—an immense energy powerful enough to obliterate the entire world. "I wonder if the Goddess of Magic is an idiot, piling up so much primal energy without letting it out, just keeping it compressed like this. No wonder the whole world suffers when this bitch falls—so that's where it all comes from!" He mentally exclaimed, "The biggest bitch ever!" Charles chuckled. He wasn't one of those magic-wielding mages, nor was he a god of this world who had attached his faith network to it. Let them protect this magical web if they want; he was here to cause destruction.

"Hmm, I feel like it's beneath me to do it myself! But oh well..."

"...Also, I don't know who said it, but whenever a major global problem arises, the first thing to happen is the fall of the goddess of magic, right? Right now, the whole world is full of all sorts of messy global events, so why don't you, you bitch, just obediently fall? Why are you hogging this position?!"

"So you might as well just die!"

"I'm really sorry to have to make one of my clones do it personally..."

With a bright smile, Charles strode towards Silvermoon City.

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Silvermoon City sits on the north bank of the River Raven, with only a small new town on the south bank. To the west lies the Moon Forest, and to the east, the Nesser Mountains. Except for the south gate, which is on the south bank, the other three gates are on the north bank. Numerous watchtowers surround the city, reportedly as many as 29 in total.

The population here is small, of course, that's relative to the urban population after the Earth's industrialization.

In this world, Silvermoon City, the largest city in the Northlands, is home to at least 26,000 humans, elves, half-elves, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings. With the addition of transient population, the city has nearly 40,000 inhabitants.

This is quite a lot for the Material World. It could easily supply several thousand regular soldiers. Moreover, it's worth mentioning that there are one of the few magic schools in the entire Material World, with a teaching staff that is only slightly weaker than the Red Robes' brutally selective one.

This place has become even more lively lately.

Following the devastating fall of Orrul that shook the entire Material World, the ensuing uproar in the Northern Kingdoms also thrust this city into the spotlight. A massive influx of people poured into the city, including itinerant adventurers and mercenaries, negotiators representing the Northern nobility, and even more individuals with ulterior motives; the number surged dramatically, even exceeding one hundred thousand.

However, no one intended to cause trouble here. Under the powerful suppression of the Maze Lock, even those who wanted to cause trouble knew that doing so would be suicide. If the Maze Lock weren't so effective, this wouldn't be a technique comparable to the floating city of Netheril.

655. Silvermoon City Countdown (1)

But now, this city has welcomed a malicious outsider.

During this period, quite a few people poured into Silvermoon City, and the constant flow of people created a lot of work for the city's guards. At this moment, their superstitious belief in the magic lock prevented them from discovering that among those entering the city was a troublemaker.

But for Charles, this wasn't about causing trouble. Since the city was doomed no matter what he did, he might as well ignite the powder keg himself.

"So the existence of the Goddess of Magic is superfluous, and so is the Magic Web," Charles muttered. "Besides, I think she shouldn't be called the Goddess of Magic, but rather the Goddess of the Magic Web! Tch, how dare they even show off such a crappy thing as spell slots..."

"Spell slots and such are all heretical practices. The right choice for this world is to return to the era of mana-bar mages."

Muttering to himself, Xiaer followed the road outside the city all the way to the south gate of Silvermoon City. Located between the new southern district and the northern bank, this place boasts a very famous scenic spot—the Moon Bridge.

The so-called Moon Bridge is actually a massive force field structure, somewhat similar to a force wall spell—a smooth, railing-free silver force field. It is 14 feet wide and 2 feet thick, forming a gentle arch, and is 60 feet above the river below at its center.

Interestingly, unlike other force field spells, this force field, which is fixed here, has no obvious weight limit. Even a dragon can stand on it without any danger and the force field will not break.

Because this place is so famous, an interesting phenomenon has emerged: recently, when many people come to Silvermoon City, a significant number of them choose to enter the city from the south gate, just to experience the magic of the Moon Bridge.

Although there was nothing magical about it to Xia Er... wasn't this just a glass bridge?! It was just a way to fool the natives of this world. The gathered force field was transformed into a translucent substance. What was the difference between this and the transparent bridges on Earth built with high-strength tempered glass? The only difference was that this bridge was heavier than those glass bridges on Earth.

However, many people still pass through here. Most of them are either wealthy merchants or powerful nobles—and naturally, there are also quite a few mages here.

For the former two, entering Silvermoon City through the Moon Bridge was due to their noble status, while for the latter, many mages were happy to see and study this building that was constructed under the influence of the Enchanted Lock.

One of the Silver Moon Knights guarding the south gate sentry post was watching the entrance to the Moon Bridge. Several carriages were gradually making their way onto the semi-transparent force field structure. Some curious people disembarked from the carriages, some curious about the lack of visible material beneath their feet, and others feeling uncomfortable.

When faced with this situation, the guards did not stop them or question them, seemingly as if it were commonplace.

When Charles stepped onto the bridge, the guard merely glanced at him a few more times, mainly due to Charles's striking appearance. However, he didn't suspect anything; his confidence in the Mislock gang was exceptionally high.

With light steps, Charles neither trembled like the uneasy people nor pointed at the bridge beneath his feet like the curious ones. He walked across as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

To the uninformed, his nonchalant expression would make one assume he was a resident of this city…

The only thing that piqued Charles's interest was the labyrinthine barrier enveloping the area. While the barrier surrounding Silvermoon City wasn't exactly designed to ward off evil, it wasn't exactly friendly to evil either. However, it seemed that this mere labyrinthine barrier couldn't detect Charles's identity.

He's not evil, he's just a wicked god. Who told you that a wicked god is evil? That's utter nonsense.

Therefore, the aversion spell within the Maze, which targets all evil factions such as demons, devils, dragons, dark elves, grey dwarves, giants, goblin-like creatures, mind flayers, orcs, and trolls, is completely incapable of determining the existence of the Shire.

Since a judgment cannot be made, then according to the Aversion Spell mechanism, Ciel is harmless... harmless? ??? Hehehe...

Soon, Charles crossed the Moon Bridge and entered Silvermoon City.

This is a bustling city, full of trees and beautiful stone buildings.

Ancient oak trees rival the height of the city walls, their slender spires reaching for the sky. The cobblestone streets are flanked by sidewalks paved with flagstones, shaded by trees. The stone buildings are characterized by flowing curves, making them appear as if they grew out of the city itself.

Balconies and spiral staircases are everywhere, and windowsills, railings and pillars are decorated with flowers and plants planted in carved bowls. Many residents play the harp, wind instruments or sing in every corner of the city.

Compared to many places in the Material World, this place is undoubtedly a paradise. The residents of this city have no need to worry about the threat of monsters in the wild, nor about the lord levying high taxes, and are far removed from the ever-present war.

"It's a wonderful place, just like Silvermoon City on Aix-en-Provence."

This is Charles's assessment of this place.

"So, places with such strong defenses are often breached from the inside... Hmm, I remember in the original timeline, the Madman Xi killed the Goddess of Magic through trickery, which led to the fall of this city."

"Sigh! ...It really is a riskier profession than being a coal miner!"

"...So, should I do what that idiot did and destroy this place with a calamity of the undead?" While pondering whether to use the power of the abyss to simulate that idiot, Charles continued walking forward. Incidentally, he asked an elf for directions to the nearest tavern. "Anyway, there's still time, no rush to destroy this city now." This was just an excuse Charles made up for himself out of boredom.

Silvermoon City boasts many famous inns, such as the Dancing Goat on the Moonway north of Moonbridge and the Brilliant Blade on the east side, also on the north side. These are typical taverns found in fantasy adventure stories, where adventurers gather.

However, Charles disliked this noisy place, and more importantly, he might encounter one of the Seven Paper-Bordered Officials of the North in either of the two taverns. Although he wasn't afraid, it was troublesome, and Charles didn't intend to let this city be destroyed so quickly, at least not before his sightseeing tour was over.

So after asking in a kind and friendly manner, Sharl smiled and bid farewell to the kind-hearted elf, planting a seed condensed from the power of the abyss on this benevolent person.

At a leisurely pace, Charles walked to Sorlar's Smiling Satyr, located on Auchtareen Lane on the South Bank. It was a newly built tavern, full of stained glass, partitions, curtains, and temporary staircases, like a bright maze.

656. Silvermoon City Countdown (2)

Sorlar's Smiling Satyr, or the Sunny Smile Satyr tavern. If the dancing goats and wielding brilliant blades mentioned earlier were places where all sorts of adventurers gathered, then Sunny Smile Satyr was a place truly frequented by the wealthy.

While the best tavern in Silvermoon City is arguably Helmer's Wall on the north bank, at the intersection of Arrowhead Street and the Old Wall, it primarily caters to students of the city's magic school. Those who frequent it are either spellcasters or aspiring spellcasters—ordinary people who go there are simply met with intellectual disdain from the mages.

Therefore, for wealthy outsiders, if they don't want to lower themselves to mingle with adventurers from all walks of life, don't want to discuss academic issues with mages, and certainly don't want to see drunken dwarves or attend dance parties, they simply don't want to.

So the only place they could come to was Sorlar's Smiling Satyr.

Putting everything else aside, the decoration alone is enough to justify the exorbitant price of accommodation here. While glassmaking technology has been developed in the Material World, the sheer scale and use of stained glass to create a bright, colorful maze is truly remarkable.

Furthermore, the so-called temporary staircase here is clearly dynamic, revealing a rather high level of magical skill.

Most importantly, it was very quiet here, unlike other taverns that were filled with all sorts of noise. This was crucial, and as a result, the tavern became popular with noble and wealthy people.

Of course, in Charles's opinion, this tavern was truly unique in this world, almost on par with hotels on Earth. In fact, some hotels with nostalgic or classic decor were even inferior to this one; the only difference was—there was no Wi-Fi here.

Sad...

"So this medieval world should just die already!"

Check-in was easy; given Charles's attire, appearance, and demeanor, no one would mistake him for one of those adventurers from all walks of life. The room was spotless, without a speck of dust, and all the furniture was top-of-the-line—a miracle in this medieval world.

Here, magic is skillfully applied to civilian use in almost every corner. With magic lamps providing illumination, the entire room and even the tavern maintain a consistently comfortable temperature, and the air is clean and filled with a faint floral fragrance—all of which rival the best hotels on Earth in the 21st century.

"Of course, it still can't compare to those top 21st-century hotels I've been to before. Most importantly—there's no Wi-Fi here." This was the only thing Charles wanted to complain about. "They've developed this mature civilian magic using the Enchanted Lock, yet they can't or won't promote it... Saying magic is dangerous is just a way to deceive naive and simple farmers and then block their knowledge and technology."

Therefore, the Charles truly looked down upon the rulers of this world. It wasn't that they were a bunch of idiots, but rather that they couldn't broaden their horizons enough. In their view, the core class of this material world had no place for the lower classes, and they believed that the only thing these lower-class people could do was to passively follow their control and live an unchanging life forever.

—The descendants of the rich will always be rich, the descendants of nobles will always be nobles, and the common people will always be common people.

"A world that never changes is the most boring and disgusting world. Now I understand why the monkeys are planning to overthrow these gods and recreate the world." Charles sighed. "A world without Wi-Fi, without the internet, where you have to travel on foot, on horseback, or by teleportation, let alone airplanes, is terrible, not even having a train or a car." With this in mind, Charles decided to get involved in this field.

It's fine for gods who are willing to change and accept new things to stay, but those who rejected the birth of WIFF and the Internet should all die and never rise again.

“Then, the first one to die…” As she spoke, Charles looked up at the magic network hidden from the sight of mortals. Layer after layer was being breached. The magic goddess’s blockade and restrictions on the magic network had no effect on Charles at all. Not only did she not even realize that her core permissions were being breached.

"Still this biggest bitch."

The goddess of magic is no good. The first generation may have been relatively open-minded about the study of magic, but those great arcane mages who were not under her control and even wholeheartedly planned to become gods through their own efforts definitely became a thorn in her side in the later stages.

Otherwise, this bitch wouldn't have done nothing while the Grand Archmage was being overwhelmed by the Felin Demon Sunflower.

Finally, Karthus was forced to make a desperate gamble, hacking the bitch and causing everyone to perish together.

After her resurrection, the bitch seemed worried that someone would criticize her again, so she brazenly started using blocking and firewalls.

"She could have been upgraded to the Goddess of the Internet or the God of Intel, but what a pity..." If this bitch could create WIFF, Xia Er might spare her life out of consideration for the Internet, but now, a magic goddess who can't create WIFF or online games is completely worthless.

Having broken free of the blockade and firewall within the magic network, Charles reached out and a twilight-colored flame appeared in his hand. Then, the hand holding the flame plunged into the void, directly probing the dimension where the magic network existed.

After releasing his grip and leaving the twilight-colored flame within the magic net, Charles reached his hand back out. Looking at the flame, now unnoticed by anyone, still lingering within the magic net, Charles chuckled softly.

"Anyway, I created the Zerg, and the monkeys indirectly caused the Protoss. If the Terrans don't get some kind of cheat code, then they're doomed."

"The curtain is about to rise. This wonderful thing called Magic Network has been dominating for so long, it deserves to be overthrown and its land redistributed, hehehehehe..."

Amidst the laughter, a certain bitch is about to face a complete and irreversible dark secret.

Within the magic network, the twilight-colored flame that had been sent in began to slowly move towards the core of the network. With each layer of the magic network it passed through, a small portion of the flame would split off and remain within that layer. One layer, two layers, three layers... Before long, the flame had visited all nine layers of the opened magic network.

Then, even the firewall erected by the goddess of magic's power before the tenth layer of the magic net couldn't stop the flame's advance. It only briefly blocked its path before the flame bypassed it and entered the sealed tenth layer of the magic net.

The goddess of magic was unaware of all this. What she didn't know was that this flame was gradually eroding her core control over the magic network and, in a disguised form, secretly transferring her authority.

657. Silvermoon City Countdown (3)

Unbeknownst to the goddess of magic, at this very moment, a 'hacker' was secretly beginning to crack the control of the magic network, and had already succeeded; at least the control of the first nine layers of the magic network had been secretly transferred.

In other words, without this bitch paying any attention, the first nine layers of the magic network, once opened, were no longer under the control of the goddess of magic.

In truth, even if she knew, it wouldn't make any difference. She couldn't intervene below. Under the threat of fists as big as monkey pots, each powerful being with iron fists remained obediently inside, and no matter what methods they tried in secret, none of them worked.

The monkey that arrived at the Pantheon and blocked the entrance used the rules there to forcefully restrain all the gods who refused to cooperate. The weak and lesser gods could not withstand it and all tumbled down. The remaining medium-level gods were also pale-faced, their divine positions teetering on the brink of collapse without the support of faith.

Unfortunately, no matter how pitiful he appeared, the monkey refused to give in.

If these guys try to continue with their verbal attacks, the monkey will retaliate with his fists, embodying the truth that action is better than words.

Even if all these guys attacked together, they would all be blasted to pieces by the monkey's fists. At least for now, a certain prince of lies (a lunatic) who once had a smooth ride and demonstrated what it meant to be a chosen one of destiny has been blasted to dust by the monkey with a single blow.