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

However, neither of them considered this issue too much. After all, for Luo Wei, this strange Holy Child trait was not a bad thing. At least with this, the amplification he received on "Holy Day" was extremely considerable. He could also clearly feel that he had gained further control and progress over the magical power of the religious foundation, and his body seemed to be moving closer to the direction of "Divine Child".

In short, at least for now, this characteristic still seems to be entirely beneficial.

In the days that followed, thanks to the appearance of Aiwass, Lowe finally had a teacher who could guide him to move forward.

"Tsk tsk, as expected, none of these big families are simple. They really know how to hide things. This family has a lot more good stuff than I imagined."

"If these important resources could be consolidated, how could the Clock Tower be looked down upon to such an extent by the other two departments? It's truly degenerate for magicians to not focus on exploring the path of magic but instead be preoccupied with political struggles..."

At night, in the pavilion of the manor, Rowe sat on a bench, flipping through the list in his hands, and couldn't help but sigh as he looked at it.

Because the bet is based on equal value, all the families participating in this bet will definitely suffer huge losses this time.

Originally, even if they lost, they might have been able to use something else to fool others, but now that Aiwass personally assessed the value, these people had no choice but to lay out their assets, no matter how unwilling they were.

The plant family lost more than half of their medicinal herb cultivation fields, and the Coal Witch was now on the verge of tears.

The Department of Law and Politics donated many of the top relics that the British Museum had previously collected, including fragments of the bow and arrows of the great Middle Eastern hero Arash, and the ceremonial sword of the famous medieval alchemist Paracelsus.

Because the Celestial Science Foundation had spent all its resources on construction in Antarctica, it couldn't afford to lose any more money. So it simply sold off all of its family's magic, essentially jeopardizing its entire magic foundation.

The Creation Department, all Basic Departments, and the Thousand World Tree Clan also lost part of their spiritual veins, many classrooms, and important magical materials, resulting in a severe blow to their vitality.

No matter how unwilling they were, they could no longer bargain or negotiate at this moment, because it was Aiwas, not Rowe, who was accepting the terms, and they knew they had no right to bargain.

With the Second Magician absent, the entire Clock Tower must obey this angel.

The Spirit Summoning Department donated two excellent sites for spirit summoning, which can be considered as establishing its foundation.

Finland, on the other hand, sent over its shares in its Finnish businesses, since they really had nothing of great value other than money.

The final answer from the Minerals Department was simply unbeatable. Kenneth just said, "I've given you El-Melloi and Reines, what more do you want?"

Even Aiwas couldn't help but wonder if there was such a connection.

Now all the departments have paid out their due compensation.

Of the magicians present that day, apart from the two law and political science magicians who were slapped by Evans and sent flying hundreds of kilometers to drift on the Thames for a day and a night and are still unconscious in the hospital, the matter was completed satisfactorily.

And because the spiritual vein problem was dealt with so quickly, Aiwas only took less than a minute to turn the earth dragon over and re-suppress and repair the dried-up spiritual vein, and even adjust his own physical condition.

He directly elevated the spiritual energy supply in the London area to the point where the spiritual veins of the entire England were supplying him with energy, thus managing to regain some of his power and making his body more stable.

Aiwas made no attempt to conceal his existence. In recent days, driven by curiosity about the changes and developments in magic in this era, he had been appearing and disappearing unpredictably within the Clock Tower, always swaggering about. His presence could be found in forbidden areas, classrooms, and even the streets of London.

So much so that the Legal Affairs Department couldn't suppress the news no matter how hard they tried. Furthermore, there was no need to cover up the fact that an "angel" had appeared on their own turf. This was a new brand and a powerful asset delivered to their doorstep, comparable to a royal flush, enough to make the entire Clock Tower stand above all other magical organizations.

Thus, with the encouragement of many monarchs, news of the reappearance of a god of magic in this era has quietly spread.

Such legends are still circulating in Northern Europe, Egypt, and East Asia.

At first, no one was willing to believe it, but after seeing the joint statement issued by all the monarchical departments, they had no choice but to believe it.

and……

Because of Aiwass's appearance, the long-dormant ley lines and mysteries of the England region have actually begun to revive. According to the magicians in the archaeology department, this land is truly beginning to return to the Age of Gods!

Even true ether began to appear near Lové, the place where Aiwass descended, a sign of the return of the era.

Then, unsurprisingly, this news caused an even bigger uproar than the bet itself.

Gods are a name that exists only in epic tales and myths, and what they possess and use is true mystery, miracles, and even magic.

Even King Solomon, the King of Magic, was merely a king who received divine favor, yet his achievements were unparalleled. He was the creator of magic; without him, the mystery of this era would have long since vanished, and the entire age would have been dominated by science. Therefore, magicians' adoration of the King of Magic is irrepressible, as is their veneration of the god who bestowed wisdom upon them.

So when they heard that the gods had truly reappeared in the world, many magicians who had dedicated their lives to the path of magic couldn't help but shed tears, and then gathered at the Clock Tower from all over the world without hesitation.

The situation on the other side of the Wandering Sea prompted many magicians who hadn't stepped out of their workshops for decades, even centuries, to form an expedition and head towards the Clock Tower. Even the Atlas Institute, known for its reclusive nature, was no longer at peace. Numerous alchemists requested to go to the Clock Tower to investigate the miracle, and some even chose to flee, causing a certain degree of turmoil.

After all, in the eyes of modern magicians, the mysterious decline and the passing of the divine age will always be an insurmountable obstacle for them.

Over the years, countless outstanding magicians, filled with unparalleled longing for that era, have devoted themselves to it, determined to stop it, but without exception, they have all suffered heavy losses.

The Wandering Sea is the best example of this. Countless years of efforts have yielded little result, and the whereabouts of the Age of Gods remain elusive. It can only lament its fate and seal itself off in Northern Europe to continue its research.

Today, this miracle is being recreated in the Clock Tower, a gathering place for modern magicians whom they once looked down upon.

Over the course of so many days, as Aiwas explored the level of magicians in this era, his figure had already been spotted by more than one person. Even with the monarch's constraints, the students remained enthusiastic, searching for Aiwas's whereabouts throughout the Clock Tower.

At this moment, the demonic realm was in complete uproar.

Even the ancestors of the Dead Apostles, far away in Northern Europe, remained skeptical when they heard the news of the "angels."

The Church of Sanctuary could not hold back any longer. They decisively dispatched several members of the Burial Agency as leaders to immediately go to the Clock Tower to check on the situation.

The story of a priestly magician who resurrected an angel in this era sounds utterly absurd. In any other time, they would have considered the person spreading such a rumor a fool. However, with so many monarchs vouching for it, and it being spread by those with ulterior motives, even making the news when Aiwas was strolling the streets of London, they had no choice but to believe it.

Moreover, the credibility of this news will be further proven tomorrow.

As for why?

That's because Lowe's rank exam is tomorrow.

The magician who conjured up divine miracles, the Son of Miracles, will personally make an appearance.

It is conceivable that the audience will not be just a few monarchs, but rather a large number of people from the Magic Association, the Holy Church, and even the Dead Apostles.

As for the assessment?

There's no need for that anymore; Aiwas's answer sheet is already perfect enough.

No one is qualified to assess Aiwass.

Instead, all they want to do now is become Aiwass's students and learn the true law and truth from him.

If anyone dares to ask them to test the angels, they'll first test whether the magician who came up with the idea has a problem with his brain.

……

That night, after receiving much guidance from Aiwass once again, he completed another part of the Book of Laws.

Looking up at the sky, Lowe asked Aiwass the question that had been on his mind.

"Aiwass, do you really think the ending of this world is fixed? Can what I'm doing now really change the future?"

"I don't know. I don't have the ability to predict the future. Similarly, even the three goddesses who can predict the future would find it difficult to truly determine the future of every world. But one thing I do know is that everything you've done is by no means in vain."

"If you can truly walk the path I have taught you, then even if the world is truly destroyed in the future, you will be able to restart it on your own and complete a true creation."

"Genesis..."

Upon hearing His reply, a smile tugged at the corner of Luo Wei's mouth: "But if that's the case, can it really still be considered the original world?"

"It depends on how you look at this issue. Your world today wasn't originally like this. There are as many parallel worlds as there are branches on a tree. Now the path is in your hands, and how you choose to go about it is up to you."

As she spoke, the platinum-gold angel slowly stood up and looked up at the boundless night sky of this era.

"However, the magicians of this era are so bad that even I can't stand it anymore. If I want to lead them to victory, that will indeed be a huge challenge."

"That's why we need to unite first. If they're already so weak together, wouldn't it be even more absurd to split up again?"

Having briefly answered Aiwas's question, Lowe rose slightly from his seat and gazed into the distance, towards the clock tower—a place that had weathered a crisis yet so quickly returned to calm. This city seemed to possess some mysterious power; no matter what it went through, it could quickly regain its tranquility. Perhaps this was the strangeness of this era, this world.

As the night breeze blew by, Luo Wei stood up and stretched, facing the night sky.

"Seriously, we're going to be busy from now on. Let me think... Star Anchor, Demon Pillar, and Alien God... Steel Earth, Moon Coral, and the Church, the attitude of the Dead Apostles, and who knows when those guys in South America will wake up. There are too many problems. In short, we can't continue to move forward halfway... This is really worrying."

Are you scared?

"A little, I guess. After all, it's impossible not to feel pressure when you're suddenly promoted from a nobody to this position and have to shoulder the responsibility for the world and even more."

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long."

"Yes, it's a long and arduous journey, but we don't need to take such a huge leap. Let's at least reach the true pinnacle of this world first. Let's set a small goal for now."

"The level of that Moon King? That's a good standard. If it's the level of that monster from South America, then you'll definitely need a lot more time."

“...Ah, I was actually talking about Solomon.”

Lowe shook his head, not continuing the conversation with Aiwass.

"The King of Magic? That's fine too. After all, if you want to truly reach the end, you must first transcend the concept of magic, perfect your theories and path. In short, your growth shouldn't be limited to this. I suggest you travel and refine your magic in the process. Only then will you have a chance to reach the end."

"I know."

Lo Wei laughed, though he didn't know why he laughed, but he just laughed.

"I was originally planning to leave too. After completing the Book of Law for you, I will interpret it in my own way and begin to formally climb the Tree of Life, and then transcend the limitations. I plan to first go and retrieve the knight lady who has been trapped in another world for more than a thousand years, as well as the Star Anchor."

"Hmm, that's a good direction for you."

"Alright, break time is over. Let's begin the next lesson. No matter which form you choose, it's meaningless to discuss anything before you've mastered the contents of the 103,000 magic books."

"Should we continue today? I wanted to stay here and watch the dawn."

Lowe's answer surprised Aiwas.

"Dawn? Is this the kind of romance that belongs to you humans? But it's still several hours before daybreak."

"But it's worth it, isn't it?"

"Interesting, a golden dawn, huh? Perhaps this is the romance of you humans. In that case, I won't disturb you any longer. You can stay here and admire it alone. Will this dawn you created be preserved in the future? Let's wait and see."

The sound faded away, and only the gentle breeze brushed against my hair.

Gently raising your palm feels like you could hold the entire night sky in your hand; at this moment, there is a rare moment of silence.

Everything was buried in the darkness, yet it was all spread with the help of those who had a purpose. All the preparations took effect during this night. Countless people were busy throughout the night.

The initial surge of passion can be exhilarating, but true construction occurs on ruins, in the final touches after the initial fervor. Grasping this crucial detail could yield far greater results than a desperate battle. His focus was never on the present, but on the future.

The person who should have been the busiest was now idly waiting for dawn. He should have been the one to personally drive the gears of this world to start turning again. But now, this ancient machine, which had been dormant for countless years, finally started running on its own, and the gears of the entire world began to turn in a completely new direction.

This is the result he wanted; this is the state that magicians should be in.

If we all work together to overcome the difficulties, the new era ushered in by humankind will surely surpass all previous eras in prosperity.

and so……

"Come out, everyone. Aren't you tired of hiding there?"

After a long while, he chuckled softly, then turned his head slightly to look at the three figures peeking out from the corner of the courtyard.

Because she was caught spying, Grey looked a little ashamed, while Reines naturally made excuses for herself and started to act coquettishly, which made Rowe feel a little helpless. He then reached out and called them to sit down next to him so that they could witness the appearance of dawn together.

Afterwards, they leaned against each other and enjoyed this rare moment of peace.

As the evening breeze blew, Luo Wei began to tell them his story from this period of time.