lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Control magic, control emotions...

When he was a teenager, he thought this kind of control was a restriction on nature and a bondage to art.

So in his alone time, he's been experimenting with some dark arts.

But after meeting Ryan, his cognition was slowly changed.

In Ryan's words, following one's nature is the simplest thing in the world; even a newborn pig can do it. However, control and restraint are the basic qualities for achieving great things and creating great art.

From then on, under Ryan's deliberate guidance, Hui began to slowly try to change.

Control does not mean restraining your hobbies or restricting your thoughts.

He can definitely learn to control the emotions and thoughts that have a negative impact on him, thereby amplifying the positive impact.

Just like that, Ryan's butterfly wings flapped for the first time in this world.

Hui is still Hui, but she is not the Hui in the original book.

He will still be passionate about art.

But the artistic direction he pursued has changed from dark to bright.

Ryan had already planted such a seed in his subconscious mind:

Only those fake artists with insufficient talent would use darkness, blood, violence and other crude stimulation to attract others' attention. The real artist uses truth, goodness and beauty to awaken people's thinking about the world...

Art should be a beautiful thing... Hui agrees with Ryan's point of view.

But tonight he saw something else from his new friend.

This new friend held a completely different view from Ryan's.

He believes that evil is the foundation of this world.

People are born evil, and the superficial kindness they pretend to have is nothing but hypocrisy after being admonished by virtual dogma.

The artist's responsibility is to remove this veil of hypocrisy, allowing himself and the world to see the true essence...

Such unorthodox statements might be frowned upon elsewhere.

But it brought back Hui's distant memories...

At some point in his life, he had pursued this direction.

There is a gorgeous scenery under the bright sunshine;

And in that deep darkness, there is also magnificent beauty.

It seemed as if he had caught a glimpse of Hui's hesitation.

The other figure standing in front of him finally spoke.

“Take away the line that binds your heart. True art cannot be bound. If you cannot look directly into your heart, how can you pursue true art?

"Forget those worldly burdens and let me see your performance!"

finally......

After struggling for a long time, Hui raised her hand as if possessed by a ghost.

......

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Chapter 12 For Justice

“We have completed a beautiful piece of work!”

An excited voice suddenly rang out from the silent studio.

The master's pale hair was wet with sweat, and his old face looked like a stone sculpture that had been blown by the sea breeze for more than ten years.

But none of this could suppress the radiance in his eyes that was as bright as the sun.

Ryan is in much better condition than the Master.

After all, he only needs to "output", and the more critical construction is completed by the master. He can even devote some energy to observation and learning.

And dark magic has an absolute advantage in this 'output' aspect.

Especially with the backing of the natural magic that Gouya Temple had accumulated over the years, he could freely use dark magic without worrying about such extravagance affecting the balance of nature.

The different division of labor leads to different focus points for the two.

When the painting is finished.

The master was impressed by the exquisiteness of this work.

Ryan, on the other hand, was somewhat envious of the machine that could store natural magic.

Although Ionia seems extremely backward to the outside world, it actually has its own version of the "Industrial Revolution".

It’s just that the industry here also relies on magic.

The Ionians created many machines that required magic to power them, used for farming, moving, building... and war.

These are what Ryan saw from the background story.

But it is conceivable that when he steps out of this remote beach, he will gain insight into a more real Ionia.

Ryan returned his attention to the present.

Although he was jealous, he couldn't carry a machine that was half the size of a house around.

Until Ionia's technology advances again, this thing will be of no use to him.

As for the painting that the master called "great", it didn't seem to be anything special at first glance.

It is just an extremely realistic Gouya Temple and the people inside it who are shrunk countless times.

But as long as you keep your eyes on it for more than three seconds, another world will descend...

"Can I try it?" Ryan was eager to try.

"of course."

Ryan looked at the scroll and then merged into it.

But it wasn't long before he jumped out of the painting.

His expression made the master realize the problem.

"Any more questions?"

"This painting is indeed like the real world, but..." Ryan hesitated, "But after I entered, I can still remember the whole process. As long as this memory exists, it will become less real..."

"So you want the person entering the painting to forget this process?" The master's eyes turned strange. "This memory is the key to ensuring that the person entering the painting does not get lost."

"But what if... I just want to be lost in the painting?"

The master's look became even more strange. "What do you want to do with it?"

“Exhibit!”

Ryan said directly: "I want to find a place in the hall and hang it up."

The Master took a deep breath. "You told me not long ago that you would not be lost to the influence of dark magic."

"I'm not lost!"

"So... which girl have you taken a fancy to?" The master frowned. "If you like her, you can pursue her directly. I believe that with your looks, it won't be difficult."

"..." Ryan shook his head, "I'm not showing it to the girls."

"That's... a man." The master's brows deepened. "I can understand, but even a man can't do this..."

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

Ryan, who realized it later, finally got in the car.

He knew very early on that artists were all unrestrained, but he didn't expect that someone who had been in the art business for eighty years would still be so unrestrained.

"What do you think I'm thinking?"

"I do this for justice!"

The master looked at Ryan. "I can see from your eyes that you didn't create it for art, but I don't see how it has anything to do with justice."

"I have my reasons!"

The master looked at Ryan carefully, and then seemed to believe him. "So tell me your true purpose, maybe I can help?"

Ryan only hesitated for a moment.

There is actually nothing to hesitate about. It is always better to have a master as a helper than to fight alone.

And to some extent, this master had already joined the gang.

"There's a demon that might show up at the fair."

"Which demon?"

"Golden Demon."

The master's expression changed. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure." Ryan nodded.

The master did not doubt Ryan's statement.

That's what living long is all about.

He even encountered the second master of dark magic, so why couldn't he encounter a golden demon?

And with Ryan's power, if he really likes a woman or a man and wants to take some undesirable measures, there is no need to go through so much trouble.

The master reached out and grabbed his beard, gently pulling twice, as if using the pain to awaken his remaining energy. "Let's assume for now that you're right, and the Golden Demon has really come here. What does he want to do?"

"Kill everyone here. No, maybe some will be spared, but you, your companions, and this temple will definitely not escape."

"You seem to know him well?"

"Darkness is always with me..." Ryan explained.

"Well, if my life is at stake..." the Master said, becoming more serious. "Then we must ensure that our plan is foolproof."

He emphasized: "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that death will prevent me from getting in touch with art."

"I believe you, just like you just believed me." Ryan patted his chest.

"So you mean you don't trust me."

“…” Ryan.

"But it doesn't matter." The master didn't care much about his reputation. At his age, he would understand one thing: staying alive is more important than anything else. "So you want to trick him into the painting?"

"Correct!"

"What's the meaning?"

"He can't hurt anyone else in the painting."

"That's a good idea, but why let him get lost?"

"Because that will reveal his true identity. If I randomly grab someone and tell you he's the Golden Demon, would you believe it?"

“Even if I believe it, others won’t believe it…”

The master finally understood Ryan, "I apologize for my previous conjecture. Although you are the master of dark magic, your heart is extremely bright."

"So it works?" Ryan asked hopefully.

"It's possible. If you had confessed to me earlier, we could have saved a few steps." The master reluctantly erased the few strokes in the painting that were meant to prevent the viewer from getting lost. "But if you want your plan to go smoothly, we need to divide the work between us."

The master pointed to the painting and said, “One must first enter the painting and use their own power to control the painting to ensure that the golden demon is lost.

"Another person must be outside to ensure that the Golden Demon sees the painting."

"I'm outside?" Ryan offered.

The man in the painting is undoubtedly safer.

After all, controlling the painting is equivalent to controlling the world in the painting.

"I have to stay outside." The master shook his head. "I don't think you can disguise yourself so perfectly that he can't find you. After all, everyone knows that disguise is what he's best at..."

"There are dangers out there. What if something unexpected happens and takes you away from art?"