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"You don't need to know that." With that, he punched him in the chest and then smacked him hard on the back of the head with his elbow.

In an instant, the man collapsed to the ground.

"I'll just take a short nap." In his dreams, he killed countless people with his fists, knives, and guns, without any psychological burden.

After all, they killed it today, and then saw it still alive and kicking the next night.

He'd knocked people unconscious countless times; he'd knocked out everyone he'd played in his dreams. Although he often failed at first—either too lightly and they didn't pass, or too heavily and they'd bleed profusely, and he didn't know if they'd survive...

The goal was simple: to identify the details of their clothing and bodies.

Furthermore, considering the real-world situation, he did indeed practice how to knock someone unconscious for a while...

Although dreams are just dreams and you can't take the physical things out of a dream, you can take the knowledge out of a dream!

On the other hand, after confirming his location, he continued talking to the police on the phone, which hadn't been disconnected, about his current location, and then quietly went inside.

'I can feel...I can feel it getting closer. Looks like this is it.'

The people here have very low vigilance; just look at the guy he knocked unconscious at the entrance—they're all ordinary people...

There are two possibilities: one, these people are indeed a mob; two... that is, they simply don't care whether anyone breaks in.

Hopefully it's the first...it would be terrible if it were the second.

If it's the second possibility...

......

bang bang-

"Huh? What's going on outside?"

"There's nothing there, is there?" the man said, lighting a cigarette. "How much longer?"

"There are about three hours left," Bauer said, checking the time. "The ceremony will begin in three hours."

"That's good. We can stay here for a few more hours."

"But I think I just heard a sound. Could it be the police?"

"Police?" The man scoffed. "Don't forget who we work for. They're divine messengers. Even if those good-for-nothings couldn't find this place, so what?"

“God… I hope so.” Bauer said and then fell silent.

Chapter Twenty: The Magician

"Time is almost up."

The person, whose face was covered by a mask and whose entire body was shrouded in a black robe, spoke.

His face could not be seen.

Judging from the voice alone, this person is quite old, probably in their fifties or sixties.

"Divine messenger."

That's what they call him within the organization.

In reality, he knew very well... that wasn't the case; he wasn't some divine messenger, but a magician.

The place that has now lured countless children here is a small spiritual vein in London. Only a place like this can be occupied by him. In the area where the Magic Association is located, it can be said that all the good spiritual veins have already been occupied.

But it doesn't matter... just this once, just this one time if we succeed!

As the sixth head of the Hubbard family, Garfield Hubbard was also the last of the Hubbard family's successors. From his ancestors to him, their magic had never flourished.

In his view, it all boils down to two very simple reasons—

The magic circuits are terrible! The magic imprints are terrible!

The magic passed down to him still requires the use of certain tools to barely produce any magical effects; without these tools, he would be just an ordinary person.

but--

This was a long-cherished wish passed down through three generations.

He has been studying magic since his grandfather's generation.

Using his half-finished magic research materials, he joined a "necromancy sect," even though he knew absolutely nothing about necromancy...

Then, with the help of this sect's resources, he finally succeeded in developing this magic trick—

Through the spiritual veins here, along with a hundred young men and women, and their own magic power at its peak—

By sacrificing all one hundred boys and girls, he could use their blood and energy to modify his own body, gaining more magic circuits and altering his magic crest!

Especially magic circuits, which are generally determined in number from the start and cannot be increased by external factors...

He will complete this magic trick and become an excellent magician!

The pupils beneath the mask held a hint of madness.

There is fear and worry in my heart...

There was no other way, because—this was the first official experiment to apply this magic to humans.

And his own body was his own experimental subject!

After all... he's been a member of this organization for over twenty years. If he hasn't achieved anything by then...

Moreover, given his position within the organization, he was simply not qualified to apply to have someone with "magical qualifications" as a test subject.

Even if their "magic" is so constructive! If it succeeds, it will cause a sensation throughout the world!

but--!

"Damn it... those guys don't even think they'll succeed, so no matter how many times I apply, they won't give me any resources... now I'm completely useless! At most, I'm just an outsider with a little freedom!"

"Just watch, if this experiment succeeds, you'll all be amazed!"

Thinking about it, he touched a certain object on his right arm with his left hand. Only when he held this object in his hand could he feel a little calmer.

He picked up his shabby staff with his left hand.

He didn't set up any barrier here.

Since this is London, if we don't set it up, it might be fine, but if we do, the clock tower might notice.

If he could, he would like to leave London to complete his experiments... Of course, this is only if possible, but the reality is... he simply cannot leave London!

His men were a motley crew.

The organization didn't give him any manpower; he had to hypnotize those people one by one to get them.

but--

His magic is terrible...it can only hypnotize those with weak wills, or use his magic to disguise himself as a "divine messenger" to bewitch some mentally challenged people...

To be honest, he was already quite happy that the plan had been able to proceed until now, gathering a hundred teenagers without being caught by the police.

You should know that before, in order to prevent his men from causing problems, he would always wait until they brought the people back before secretly transferring them to avoid being followed by the London police.

For him, the London police were no less of a threat than the magician, because he simply had no way to dodge or stop those bullets.

"Alright—bring everyone up."

Garfield Hubbard spoke to his men.

There were six guards at the door and eight people inside the room; these were all his men.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The eight people under hypnosis wore expressions of fanatical reverence, and Garfield relished these gazes.

No—don't.

"Help me! Daddy—"

The next moment, Garfield, immersed in this emotion, frowned.

“Hey, didn’t I tell you to gag them?” Garfield said, annoyed.

"Yes, yes! We'll do it right away."

"Well, whatever, let's hurry up!" Garfield sighed. There's still enough time... we can take our time.

"Hey—who are you?"

Just then, another scream made his heart leap into his throat.

bang bang-

He heard two sounds, turned around, and saw that the two men guarding the door had fallen to the ground.

A man with an Asian face who was about 1.9 meters tall walked in.

"Looks like we made it in time."

"Who are you?" Garfield asked, looking at the person who walked in.

"Brother—!" Kazumi exclaimed in surprise.

"Are you alright, Hemei?"

"Hmm! It's nothing."

"That's good." Kurokawa Kazumi said with a sigh of relief, then frowned as he looked at the situation in the room.

Besides the children and the two I knocked unconscious, there were nine others... one person wearing a black robe and a mask, who seemed to be the leader, and eight others were his henchmen...

The police would arrive in about ten minutes... The best course of action would actually be to wait outside, but since he couldn't be sure what was happening inside, and he heard shouting from inside, he rushed in anyway.

So...

"I see...the people who chased after us..." Garfield said with a sigh of relief, thankfully they weren't police officers or magicians or anything like that.

"Alright, you lot, hurry up and get rid of him. Don't ruin the descent of our gods," Garfield said, feigning concern.

[The image roughly depicts the situation of time acceleration, and shows the person (circled in red) who can still complete the comic under such circumstances. The protagonist possesses this person's drawing speed.]

Chapter Twenty-One: Magic