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

As Luo Wei approached him step by step, the terrifying abyss of knowledge rapidly magnified in his eyes, inflicting endless pain upon him. While destroying the Demon Eye, it almost burned his brain to ashes as well.

"Don't come any closer!"

The Demon Eye Inspector was already bleeding from all seven orifices and was desperately pleading.

But Luo Wei did not stop. He walked towards him step by step, asking calmly as he did so.

"What are you afraid of? A pretty boy? A fraudster posing as a Grand Master, a charlatan? Where is your sense of superiority as a member of the Clock Tower?"

Luo Wei's voice gradually turned cold as he questioned, word by word:

"What are you afraid of? You're here! Isn't this what you want—to pursue the truth? Isn't a magician someone who yearns to touch the truth? To you, am I not the truth?"

"Aa ...

In just a few seconds, the Demon Eye Inspector clutched his head and lay on the ground howling in pain.

In fact, the moment he first looked at it, all of this was imprinted deep in his soul; it was unchangeable and unforgettable.

Those who look directly at external gods are bound to go mad.

This is an ironclad rule.

Although Loewy could erase his memories and seal away everything he saw in his soul, he certainly wouldn't do that. Or rather, everything Loewy is doing now is intentional, to show the Clock Tower the consequences of angering him, and that Marisbury's death doesn't mean Chaldea is without support. If anyone tries to cause trouble again, this is what will happen.

He glanced at the inspector who was hiding behind the camera and watching the body camera. The inspector noticed his gaze and immediately collapsed to the ground in terror.

"Please... spare me... spare me... @&@％"

The most arrogant guy in front of them was now pleading, but his voice was gradually getting weaker.

The Demon Eye Inspector suddenly realized that his eyes and head no longer hurt.

And my mind became incredibly clear; I felt like I'd never been in such a good state before.

If we ignore the fact that he was still bleeding from his seven orifices.

Those sapphire-blue eyes gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint, lifeless glow, as if they had turned into a black stone.

He suddenly looked up at Luo Wei and gave him an extremely maniacal smile.

He's crazy.

This scene completely broke his subordinates' composure. Their superior, an elite examiner from the Clock Tower's Department of Law and Politics, had gone mad right in front of them!

They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

If they could, they really would have liked to turn around and run away.

"Then this matter ends here."

Rowe clapped his hands and walked past the crazed guy as if he were kicking a stray dog ​​to death, without paying him any attention.

He looked at the remaining people and spoke slowly.

"You're magicians too, right? In that case, just report back what happened here. I didn't use any magic, curses, or spells from beginning to end, right?"

The remaining inspectors were terrified and began nodding in agreement.

And that was indeed the case; from the very beginning, Lowe was simply standing there for him to see.

He didn't use any magic, or rather, there wasn't a trace of magic at all.

The person who uses magic and has a "magic eye" is their boss.

However, the person who went crazy a few seconds later was also their boss.

The reason he went mad was that he used his magic eyes to look at Lo Wei.

The secrets hidden within are beyond the reach of lowly thugs like them.

"Very good, then you can go back and report now."

Lovi nodded, then pointed towards the direction outside Chaldea's gate, "Tell those insects in the Clock Tower that Chaldea is under my protection now. If they want to cause trouble again, have Barthezello come and talk to me."

Luo Wei's words were forceful, but could also be described as extremely arrogant.

But no one dared to utter a word of dissent; on the contrary, they received the good news that they could leave alive. They all stood up, nodded in agreement, and then carried their still-frenzied commander on the ground, running wildly towards the gates of Chaldea.

They will absolutely never come back to that godforsaken place.

In addition, there was the group of magicians who were robbing tombs inside the pyramids.

At this moment, surrounded by the Sphinx, they were completely and utterly destroyed.

It didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

Inside the main hall, Ramses II sensed that the Sphinx seemed to have eaten something and slightly opened his eyes.

"The magician of the clock tower?"

(I don't care.)

……

……

"Ah, you all don't understand, you can't know his greatness!"

"He is the vortex of truth, the highest heaven! He is everything, he is one, he is the true truth! The greatness of a god dwells in that small body, he is a visitor from a higher dimension! He is also a god of magic capable of covering the world! Ahh ...

"He is like an old man, yet like a child; he is a man, yet like a woman; he is an angel, yet also a demon; he is, he is the master of everything! This planet is false! This universe is false too! These are merely canvases painted by higher dimensions! These are just toys belonging to them! Why can't you ignorant fools understand all this! Why struggle and eke out a living in such a world! Believe in her! Respect her! Offer everything! The great demon god will save you—!!"

Clock Tower, Headquarters of the Legal and Political Science Department.

Beneath the British Museum lies a meticulously constructed and extremely secure prison by the Ministry of Justice.

The insane demon eye examiner was completely wrapped in bandages, his hands and feet were bound, and even his demon eye had been gouged out for analysis.

Even so, even though his body was imprisoned in a specially made chair, he still did not stop his ravings, and continued to shout out the truth and reality of this world.

The Department of Law and Politics had tried everything to calm him down, but no matter what they did—hypnotic magic, sedatives, or even several psychic magicians working together—they couldn't suppress his mad soul. The whole scene was incredibly bizarre.

The gouged-out eyes, after being examined by professionals, were found to be completely necrotic, and the necrosis occurred in an instant, indicating a state of self-destruction.

however--

Even a hollow, necrotic eyeball still reflects emptiness and void on its surface. Its depth and deathly stillness are enough to send chills down one's spine at a glance. No fool would be willing to analyze the records inside and synchronize with them, because the first magician who dared to do so went mad in an instant and was shouting the same words in the next room.

After this happened, everyone was terrified and began to ponder.

What kind of bizarre scene is this?!

It's really hard to imagine what this person saw.

So the situation became so serious that even the important figures of the Clock Tower arrived. Among them, besides the monarch, were several renowned masters. However, even these well-informed individuals were terrified by the eerie scene.

Seeing these two crazy, unlucky guys, the important figures present started exchanging words.

How did they become like this?

"It seems they went to Chaldea..."

"Chaldea? That sounds familiar. Where is it from again?"

"Look for yourself, it's an astronomical project, and it's said to be related to global sleep."

Someone took the map and glanced at it.

"Antarctica? What kind of impoverished rural area is this? Is it for studying penguins?"

"But they provided evidence that they were working to address the global sleep crisis, and that they conducted a special operation called the Grand Designation. Look, here's the application."

"Sounds interesting, seems quite valuable..."

"Indeed, but the personnel inside are mostly third-rate magicians and some Muggle technicians. That's why the Legal and Political Department and the Mineral Department are in such a hurry to take Chaldea under their control. They even sent out a first-level investigator with a Gold-level Mystic Eye, but as you can see, he has gone mad."

"What is the reason?"

"I saw something I shouldn't have seen."

"What's the strange reason for this? Never mind, I'll go ask him myself."

The next few psychic magicians entered the solitary confinement room, looked at the unfortunate man who had gone mad, and prepared to ask him a few important questions.

The other medical staff also picked up pens and began to record the conversation.

First of all—

"What exactly did you see?"

"Aa ...

However, the man did not receive a reply; instead, he was met with a painful scream and some...

"@&%#%￥#%&&%——!!"

These were terrifying syllables that did not seem to come from a human mouth; their meaning was extremely unclear and they were incredibly bizarre.

The person asking the question was taken aback, then asked, "What is he saying?"

"Feel sorry."

The medical staff nearby said, "We can't analyze it either. Those are not syllables from our world. And don't ask him what he saw. Making him recall what he saw will only irritate his soul."

At this moment, another medical staff member said, "Based on the preliminary assessment, this situation is caused by an overload due to the excessive amount of information received by his magic eye."

"Magic Eye Overload?"

"Is he crazy? Doesn't he know that when using intelligence-gathering magic, he needs to take protective measures and reduce the information buffer? How did he even become an investigator?"

At this point, someone answered, "No, even if that's the case, it shouldn't cause him to break down to this extent just by looking at one person. Besides, what you said is wrong. He has an information buffer. We found the highest-grade buffer lens produced by the Mineral Science Department on his magic eye. In theory, he shouldn't have any problems looking at people, let alone staring directly into the Albion Tomb."

"In the end, he still went mad, and even the Demon Eye chose to self-destruct in an instant to protect itself, which is why I was curious about what he saw."

"Based on the information we have, he must have seen something far larger and with far more information than the Spirit Tomb... Although I don't really want to believe it, according to the recorder, he was in Chaldea yesterday, with the ceiling above him and the floor below, and he could only see one other person..."

"who?"

“An employee of Chaldea, but there are no records of him; it’s as if he appeared out of thin air.”

"Huh? You checked the database?"

"We checked, we checked all over the world, and there was nothing. Moreover, according to the recorder footage, the other party claimed to be a member of the Crowley family and also said that he was a Grand Magician."

"Crowley?"

"Yes, he looks a lot like a young man from the Crowley family, you could even say they look exactly alike. If that young magician hadn't been confirmed dead, I would have really thought they were the same person. And the other person even said that his teacher seemed to be Kenneth?"