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

"Awaken, guardian of the Book of Truth, open your eyes... I am willing to water you with my holy blood."

"Newborn angel, the land beneath your feet will become your heaven, and you will awaken within it. In this world, your true name is—"

【Aiwass】

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carry on.

Although everyone says the Clock Tower is useless, the Association has many talented people, and many of them have gone to save the world on their own. However, if they could really unite most of the world's magicians to meet the end, their chances of winning would actually be much greater.

It's normal that people wouldn't believe it if it were just spoken in the tone of a magician, but it's spoken in the tone of an angel or God.

Then we have no choice but to believe it, and it's time to get the clock tower moving.

Chapter 155 The Seventh Day of Creation

In Genesis, God created the heavens and the earth and all things in six days.

On the first day, he created light and separated day from night. On the second day, he created air and called it the sky. On the third day, he gathered water together and created land, from which plants grew. On the fourth day, he created the sun, moon, and stars to govern day and night. On the fifth day, he created life in the water and in the air. On the sixth day, he created animals and humankind.

On the seventh day, God finished the work of creation, rested, and blessed the seventh day, making it holy.

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The seventh day before the angel is born.

It was probably sometime in the early morning.

Around 6:30 in the morning, even though it wasn't yet working hours in London, many people in suits had already arrived by car at a very large white building.

If anyone mistakes this white building for a castle, they would be sorely mistaken. It doesn't resemble an apartment building either; it's more like an ancient temple, similar to the Parthenon. Or, more accurately, this is the British Museum, one of the world's oldest, largest, and most famous museums, a comprehensive and prestigious institution. However, because most of its artifacts were acquired through force, it's often jokingly referred to as a hideout for historical thieves.

It's safe to say that if you're ever in London, the British Museum is a must-see. It houses a vast collection of artifacts and treasures from around the world, as well as manuscripts from many great scientists. The richness and diversity of its collection are unparalleled among museums worldwide. With over eight million items, the British Museum offers something for everyone, regardless of their field of study, to inspire them.

Of course, this applies to tourists from outside the country, that is, ordinary people.

This is a world of magic and mystery. In other words, no one knows how many of the genuine artifacts seen by ordinary people are actually sacred garments or relics, or how many possess magical effects. Many genuine artifacts and sacred garments simply sit quietly in display cases at the British Museum.

The fact that Britain so openly displays its precious relics and costumes is quite outrageous in the eyes of outside magicians, but it also perfectly showcases its status as a magical superpower.

However, good looks can't always put food on the table. Other magicians won't go easy on you just because you have good looks.

So, over the years, have there been any people who have dared to rob the British Museum out of sheer audacity?

The answer is: Yes.

So, what became of them?

They're all dead, without a doubt, all of them are dead.

Because the British Museum is only a museum in name only.

Its essence is a temple.

In the magic community, this place has another name.

That was a title that made all magicians tremble and hate to the core—the Department of Law and Politics.

Although it is the thirteenth department of the Clock Tower, their headquarters are located below the British Museum. It is a special department authorized by the British Royal Family to restrain and supervise magicians and prevent them from causing too much trouble on their own land and affecting national security.

In the eyes of magicians, these guys are villains who collude with the secular world, traitors to the magic path, and demons who trample on their efforts.

Because once their arrest warrant is issued, no matter how amazing or powerful the achievements one has made, in their eyes, it's nothing more than adding bricks and tiles to the British Museum, and even the magician himself is just one of their collectibles.

So-called talent and mystery are no match for a single transfer order from the country's top leadership, which is why magicians find them utterly repulsive.

Has no one considered rebelling? After all, such a subject would surely provoke opposition from all departments, wouldn't it?

Of course, there was one, but unfortunately, it was controlled by the Bartholomew family, one of the three noble families, and he was appointed as the acting dean of the Clock Tower, tasked with maintaining the balance of the magic world.

With the support of the British Royal Family, the appointment of the Clock Tower Director, and their formidable power, the combination of these three factors rendered them utterly powerless to resist.

The figures entering and leaving the British Museum around six o'clock were the legal and political staff who were responsible for taking over the work.

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In a huge ley line monitoring room, the dozen or so magicians who had just completed the handover around six o'clock sat back in their seats as usual, holding coffee and enjoying the beautiful morning.

The relaxed atmosphere inside the room was completely different from the stereotypical image of the Department of Law and Politics. It was more like the morning tea at some listed companies outside. It was hard to imagine that such an atmosphere could exist in the Department of Law and Politics in the Clock Tower.

Good morning, Director Mujik.

"Well, good morning."

The head of the Earth Vein Detection Lab was a research institute director with blond hair and a slightly chubby build. He easily accepted the coffee offered by his subordinates and enjoyed the beautiful morning, even joking with them about the day.

"By the way, a week has already passed."

"Yes, it's been a week already, so is there any holiday I don't know about?"

"How could that be, you idiots? Don't you remember what day it is today?"

"Of course I remember. Today is Sunday. Why did I get to be on duty on Sunday?"

Inside the testing room, numerous staff members, each holding a cup of coffee, began chatting animatedly, completely oblivious to the work at hand.

After all, compared to other classrooms and departments, the work here is far too leisurely.

Their only task was to monitor the condition of London's ley lines and the flow of magic, and to report any suspicious activity they found.

London has been established for so many years, and the quality and flow of its ley lines are among the highest. There have never been any problems. In addition, the current magical instruments are so advanced that there is no need for human monitoring. If there is anything suspicious, they will automatically sound an alarm.

Therefore, this place can be described as having a cheerful atmosphere.

"Fool, today is the seventh day of that bet."

Seeing that his subordinates couldn't remember, the fat director in charge of the classroom said helplessly.

"Oh, oh, the bet...you mean the bet to recreate the miracle of the gods?"

"Otherwise what? What do you think?"

"What do we think? We certainly think it's a joke."

The rest of the staff answered almost in unison, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What happened? A priest in his early twenties, or even a genius magician with the title of chief priest, has gone insane like this."

"Recreating divine miracles... The last person to spout such nonsense was that guy named Rafe from the archaeology department. I don't know what he was thinking. But we can only watch and have fun. What's wrong, Director? Do you think he can succeed?"

"Pfft, you're kidding me."

Upon hearing this, the person in charge of the classroom couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then replied, "I'm just concerned about when the funds for the opening bet will be released. I've placed a large bet on that kid losing. Although the odds aren't high, it's a sure thing..."

"You're right. I also bought some shares when the clock tower opened, and I'm just waiting to count the money."

"Yeah, we're just waiting to count the money..."

The staff in the ley line observation room laughed heartily, sarcastically dismissing someone's boastful words.

However, just as they continue to scoff at or harbor malice towards the ideas of a certain genius, this laughable confidence is about to be shattered by the miracle that is about to be born in this era.

"I plan to use this money to find a better research lab in the concession area, since the law and political science department is no longer suitable for conducting research."

"Oh, right, I remember the director is also an alchemist, right? It's normal for him to need a research environment, but to actually invest such a large sum of money in it? That's really decisive."

"Haha, of course! After all, anyone can see it's a sure thing, a guaranteed profit. This kind of windfall opportunity only comes once in a lifetime, so of course I..."

—Buzzing!

Before he could finish speaking, the piercing alarm immediately interrupted their morning tea party and, in a very short moment, woke up all the observers in the room.

"Let me see what's going on."

The observer on the side where the problem occurred immediately checked the information on that spiritual vein, and then his brows visibly furrowed.

"what happened?"

Upon seeing this, the chubby director of the Earth Vein Detection Room also became nervous.

One of the earth's veins has dried up.

"what?"

"That's impossible. Take another look. The inspection of the London ley lines was just completed last month. Every single ley line should be brimming with magic."

Upon hearing this outrageous report, the portly director beside him immediately urged him on.

“I know… but he really is exhausted.”

Finally, the observer retrieved the data with a pained expression.

That one glance sent chills down the spine of the fat director, who was initially excited about winning a huge sum of money, and he immediately made his conclusion.

"It must be some guy from some department secretly conducting experiments without permission. Quickly pinpoint the location and get nearby personnel to deal with it."

"Honestly, there seem to be more and more cases of people misusing things without reporting them lately..."

Just as the director of the local vein detection room was about to report the situation, suddenly, the observer on the other side also screamed.

"Wait a minute! I'm having a problem too!"

"what?"

The situation on his side was even worse than this one. The two veins that were originally emitting a blue glow had turned gray, and both of them were located in the eastern suburbs of London.

"Again? Have those guys from the twelve departments gone mad? Why do they love doing things differently from the rules so much?!"

Just as the director burst into a tirade, assuming it was another instance of misconduct by personnel from other departments, in the next instant—

A loud noise, as deafening as an alarm clock, began to blare wildly in his ears.

Ding ding ding ding—!

—Buzzing!

In a split second, the entire testing room erupted in chaos.

The dozen or so ley line inspectors stared in disbelief at the continuous dimming of the ley lines before them, as if the sky had fallen. They could hardly believe their eyes.

Subsequently, reports from the observers responsible for monitoring the ley lines in each unit continued to come.