In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

With a loud 'bang!', the porcelain cup in his hand shattered into pieces on the ground, and his heart was also shattered at that moment. His eyes looked as if he wanted to devour people, terrifyingly wanting to eat them.

Snapped!

Then, Maris Billy couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table, glaring angrily at Rowe, who sat at the head of the table. Immediately afterward, everyone else put down their contracts and turned to look at him.

One, two, three... until finally all eyes were on him, a feeling that was like being cut by a knife.

"Give me an explanation, Mr. Lowe. Is this ridiculous contract you've concocted meant to fool me? Are you just using two pairs of 'Gem' eyes as a price to toy with us?"

The first to challenge them was Lydia, the youngest and most self-centered among them. And the question she posed reflected the thoughts of everyone in the room.

"What's wrong? I don't think there's anything wrong with this contract. You lend me the ley lines, and I can do it."

Luo Wei shook his head slightly, then answered calmly.

However, his answer completely infuriated the magicians present.

"You think you can do it by borrowing ley lines? Do you really know what you're talking about? Or did you use alchemy to tamper with the contents right under our noses? Otherwise, how could you speak so arrogantly? No, that's impossible. You absolutely cannot do anything in front of so many monarchs."

Maris Billy took a deep breath, pointed at the contract in his hand, and angrily rebuked Lovi: "How could you utter such absurd words as, 'We lend you the ley lines, and you can make the miracles of the Age of Gods reappear in this era, and bring back the traces of the gods'? In my opinion, you should say that you have now revived the foundation of the Magic King, or mastered the Sixth Magic, then I might have some hope for you. Bring back the gods? You don't think that such a thing can be done simply by having enough magic power, do you?!"

"Ahem, calm down, Lord Animusfia, and Miss Lydel. Your behavior is a bit out of character."

Seeing their excited reaction, Luo Wei gently reminded them.

"..."

Seeing this, the two suddenly realized their lapse in composure.

Maris Billy sat down again, while Lydia stared wide-eyed at Rowe's reaction. Her expression clearly said, "Are you serious?"

To this, Luo Wei simply nodded slightly, and then gave a final reminder to everyone present.

"So, have you all read the contents of the contract? In that case, those who wish to participate, please sign. According to the wager, 'I will bring forth divine miracles upon the earth in one week, and during this time, you only need to lend me all the spiritual veins of your families.' The outcome will be clear then; if you win, you can take the Demon Eye."

Luo Wei said it casually.

These words made everyone present frown even more deeply.

They all felt that there might be some kind of trickery involved, but upon closer inspection, they still found nothing wrong.

Now that things have come to this, naturally no one chose to refuse.

They all signed their names.

Once it's written down, there's no going back.

They then glanced at the magician before them, who was spouting wild words but was actually acting like a madman, and sighed deeply…

Kenneth wanted to say something, but Euryphus pulled him away.

There's nothing more to say now.

At this moment, only shock echoed in everyone's hearts.

The outcome was already decided.

All they need to do is make thorough preparations to reap the maximum benefits.

The gem-quality magic eye must be in the hands of the aristocracy.

As for miracles by the gods?

god……

This character has appeared far too often.

Stories and descriptions about them have continued from ancient times to the present.

The gods are long gone, that's for sure, and now even the mystery is gradually fading away.

The Age of Gods was a glorious era.

That was an era that all magicians longed for and intended to return to.

But everyone knows that era can only exist in fantasy forever; no one can turn back time.

Countless mysterious revival projects have further proven this point.

—Seven days.

This is an incredibly magical date.

It is said that God spent seven days creating the world.

Lowell also set the time limit at seven days instead of a year to delay the process.

Is it really possible for him to bring the gods back to the world within seven days?

Answer……

Isn't it obvious already?

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9500!

sleep!

See? The magic problem is solved now.

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Chapter 154 Your True Name: Aiwass

A lively banquet has come to an end, and in a way that no magician could have imagined. But this is only the end of the banquet; the real show is just beginning.

After this night, the death of Rita Rogan, the fifteenth seat of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, will result in a permanent vacancy. This will bring the Church closer to a balance of power with the Dead Apostles, causing violent upheavals in the two main mystical circles of Western and Northern Europe, the battlefields.

Similarly, the story of Rowe Crowley, an unknown nobody, possessing two pairs of "Gem Eyes" and betting against seven monarchs, will spread throughout the world amidst the hype.

As for the final reaction... Lowe didn't really care.

Whether those people are being sarcastic, praising, or have other different opinions, they are just outsiders' evaluations.

He lacked the charisma of a leader and the special ability of a dreamlike charm, so naturally he couldn't convince everyone to believe in him.

Instead of wasting time paying attention to the gossip of those incompetent people, it would be better to spend more time completing the final ceremony.

Hurry up and refine more pure magic power and the power of the Philosopher's Stone through the ritual site to prepare for the arrival of the "Guardian Angel".

Pure magic—is the crystallized magic power refined countless times, the purest form of magic power. The Greater Grail of Fuyuki City contains this type of magic power, the result of hundreds of years of continuous accumulation and compression.

This kind of magic is not only the best energy source that magicians can control, but also the minimum raw material needed for an angel's descent. Only this vast and pure magic, refined and condensed countless times, has the opportunity to allow an angel's body to coalesce in this world, achieving the entire process of summoning, descent, transformation, and finally, most importantly, the bestowal of intellect and complete descent.

This time, what Luo Wei wanted was not a false shell like his four elemental angels; he wanted a real miracle, a true divine intervention, a true being with self-awareness, divine wisdom, and supreme power—the so-called creation of a true god.

As for whether the final result would give birth to a divine power and authority truly comparable to that of an archangel, Luo Wei wasn't sure. But since things had come to this point, whether the final outcome would be successful or not was entirely up to fate.

After all, the so-called "path of the demons" is an endless journey personally walked by magicians.

In the mysterious, secluded paths, they constantly grope and explore, overcoming obstacles to forge their own unique path, resolutely marching towards the unknown depths of mystery. Every magician who embarks on this path is prepared to dedicate their entire life to it, and naturally, they are also fully prepared to face hundreds, even thousands, of setbacks.

However, the trouble he caused right now needs to be cleaned up.

Is this a reckless bet?

Is this a rebellion by the subordinates against the superiors?

Hmm... people outside have given him many different names for his actions this time.

Because there was no confidentiality agreement, and Lo Wei didn't care if they spread the news, these monarchs who looked down on him showed no mercy. Especially the democrats, who were eager to see Lo Wei utterly destroyed. So they publicized his bet on the Clock Tower, making it known to everyone. It also signified…

The bet has now been made.

From the moment the wager was officially established, all the magical families and forces that had been eyeing and plotting against Luo Wei were forced to withdraw their hands. After all, this matter involved the simultaneous involvement of seven Clock Tower monarchs; even the most overconfident wouldn't want to offend the entire Clock Tower by themselves, right?

To prevent others from disturbing Rowe and to avoid external forces disrupting the bet and blurring the lines, these monarchs dispatched many of their family's best magicians to set up tents near Crowley's mansion, intending to stay there until seven days later.

Meanwhile, the classrooms inside the clock tower were in complete chaos. Without even needing to investigate, Luo Wei could roughly guess that the students or magicians were probably using this incident to their advantage, perhaps even setting up betting odds, and the odds were already at an alarmingly high level.

Without even thinking twice, Luo Wei easily guessed the specifics of the situation.

After all, he was just a "priest" magician, at most an heir of the El-Melloi school. With seven established monarchs on the other side, anyone with a brain could easily see the difference in authority and strength in this bet.

Even a bunch of family members who disliked Rowe or resented him for not benefiting from him were now using their pathetic and twisted filth to relentlessly smear Rowe, El-Melloi, and even the Minerals Department. The situation had become so serious that many elders of the Archibald family had come forward to ask Kenneth what exactly was going on.

Kenneth was also upset about this, but as a teacher, he could only stand by Rowe's side and let the old guys keep watching. He was now prepared to clean up the mess for his rebellious student.

During this time, he and Lord May Lydelle Archerlot of the Botany Department also tried to visit Rowe to ask him what he wanted to do, but Rowe refused to see them.

This action infuriated May Lydelle Archerlot, who had come specifically to see the situation because of her connection with Aozaki Aoko. In the end, she had no choice but to relay the message to Aozaki Aoko, who was far away in Bergen, and ask her to come and check on the situation as soon as possible.

The current situation is untenable for the monarchs; the only way to resolve it is to find a mage to finish things off.

At this moment, the endless negative emotions, fueled by time and the machinations of those with ulterior motives, began to snowball, soon to overwhelm the situation. If Angolan Manuel were to appear here, he would likely absorb another massive wave of malice as nourishment.

But, whether the outcome is good or bad, all the answers will inevitably come to an end on the seventh day of creation.

Only when the tide goes out can we realize who's been swimming naked.

……

While the outside world was busy spreading rumors and malice.

At this moment, inside the underground magic workshop of the Crowley family.

The massive four-colored magic barrier has been fully activated, with four special forces, symbolizing the elements that make up the world, flowing continuously within it. This has infinitely propelled the nature of this space to resemble the otherworldly realm where fairies exist, distorting the boundaries of this space and transforming it into a completely new, hazy sacred realm.

"You're insane...you're a complete lunatic..."

"Are you sure you can do this recklessly?!"

"How could I have ever thought of joining a madman like you in causing trouble..."

Despite Rafe's constant activity and scathing criticism of Lovi's unreasonable demands, his hands never stopped adjusting the magical energy. Rafe was continuously compressing and purifying the magic, while Lovi continued to construct his "Sanctuary."