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Just as Lani and Radagan were lost in their own thoughts, Xiling's voice came again.

This time, however, his voice was full of laughter.

"Hey, hey, stop daydreaming! Let me make this clear: becoming king isn't as easy as it sounds!"

Xiling looked directly into Lani's eyes.

"Only when you have overcome numerous obstacles and people genuinely recognize you, feel that you are worthy of their future and that you can represent their aspirations, can you say that you have become a king."

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Chapter Fifty-Six: Waste Rock Tops

"I have a feeling we skipped a version?" In the garden, Penglai Temple Jiuxiao held his smooth cheeks in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed.

And Luo Tianyi, who was sitting opposite her, was the same.

Remianne sat to one side, holding a cup of tea, smiling as she gazed at the magnificent panoramic view of the royal city.

Penglai Temple's Jiuxiao and Luo Tianyi never expected that while they were just at home taking a nap, the game had already been completed. This gave them a sense of participation, but not much.

Remien finally turned her gaze away from the scenery, put down her teacup, and smiled as she turned to Penglai Temple Jiuxiao, her tone soothing: "Alright, Jiuxiao, you don't need to be like this. You still have a lot of things to do and need your help with, like searching for stars, right?"

"Uh..." Jiu Xiao deflated like a punctured balloon, his momentum instantly vanishing. He slumped onto the round table in the garden with a thud, his forehead resting on his forearm, his muffled voice emanating from the crook of his arm.

“That makes sense… Remien, you’re right… the stars are indeed very important…”

"But it feels like something's missing... I missed that exhilarating feeling of fighting side-by-side to the very end! That scene of everyone cheering as the final boss falls..."

Does such a scene really exist?

Remianne remained silent, picked up her tea, and took a sip.

After burying her face in her hands for a while, Penglaiji Jiuxiao suddenly raised her head. With a crisp "smack" as she slapped her hand on the table, she seemed to be instantly injected with vitality, straightening her back ramrod straight.

"never mind!"

"Never mind! Now is not the time to wallow in self-pity!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's eyes regained their energy.

Penglai Temple's Nine Heavens smiled as she looked at Luo Tianyi and Remy Anne. "Then I'll be setting off."

Luo Tianyi immediately raised her hand and waved gently: "Okay! Jiuxiao, have a safe journey!"

Remi'an nodded. "Be careful."

"Don't worry!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao gave a thumbs up, his smile bright and confident.

Immediately afterwards, she grabbed with one hand a corner of the magnificent cloak draped behind her, which seemed to be woven from the deep night sky and adorned with countless miniature star-like points of light.

"With Xiling's starry cloak here, I'll be fine."

After leaving those words, the Dark Night Wings appeared on her back, and Penglai Temple Nine Heavens soared into the sky, disappearing from their sight.

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"Outrageous theory? How did you come up with such an outrageous theory?" The Faded Ones stared in astonishment at a bald man named Topps, a man they had met not long after leaving the magic academy. Upon seeing the group they were leading, Topps immediately became excited and ran forward to salute several teachers from the magic academy.

However, the magicians were clearly not interested in him, and didn't even give the man a second glance, as did the other magic students.

Out of curiosity, the faded man approached the man and began to talk. During their conversation, the man proposed a theory, a very terrifying theory.

This theory might even lead to countless magicians hunting down this man.

But the Faded One couldn't understand why someone from that magic academy would come up with such a theory.

Tops scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. "I don't have any particular talent."

"Whether you're talented or not, I don't know, but your mind is absolutely terrifying," the faded one muttered to himself.

Tops continued, "No matter what kind of magic it is, I find it difficult to learn. But I am, after all, an apprentice exploring magic. I believe I should work harder to explore the mysteries of magic. Since my talent is insufficient, I will create a kind of magic that belongs to me. So I explored this theory, and this theory is almost realized!"

Tops' voice was slightly excited, but the faded one immediately covered his mouth.

The Faded One whispered earnestly to Tops, "You'd better not tell those magic academy people about this theory." The Faded One looked at the magic academy people. Even though they had all submitted to Xiling, Tops' magic was too shocking. It was hard to guarantee that no magician would risk their life to attack Tops.

"Why?!" Tops was somewhat confused.

He wants to perfect it! Once he's finished, he'll tell the professors at the college! He wants to prove it!

He wanted to prove he wasn't useless! To prove his research was valuable! He wanted to show everyone that he could do it too!

The person whose skin had faded felt a throbbing sensation in their temples.

"No! What were you thinking?!" The faded one pinched his brow hard.

"Your magic... no, your theory, your force field, if you dared to report it to the academy..."

The faded one took a deep breath and warned.

"They might just take your picture right there and then!"

The Faded One made a throat-slitting gesture. "Even I was stunned when I heard what you just said! Have you thought about this? You're uprooting all magicians! You're treating the power they've pursued their entire lives like trash and casually erasing it! How are they supposed to live? Where will the entire magic academy and those high and mighty masters put their dignity? This isn't proving your talent; if you tell them... you're just asking for death!"

The Faded One was also speechless with shock. How could anyone perform such magic?

He's also a magician.

Upon hearing the explanation from the faded one, Tops's expression turned somewhat grim; he had never considered such things before.

He... he just wanted to prove himself.

He never imagined that the rugged path he had discovered would lead not to the palace of the stars, but to the guillotine of all those who gaze at the stars.

Seeing the other person's disappointed expression, the one who had faded thought for a moment and then patted the other person on the shoulder, "Don't be too sad. If this path is blocked for now, there are other paths!"

Tops looked at the faded one.

The faded one smiled. "Come on, come with me to the royal city. Perhaps you can set up your own classroom later."

“Me? The classroom?” Tops seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world. His chapped lips trembled, and his finger unconsciously pointed at himself. His tone was full of disbelief and self-denial.

Topps, a piece of trash, teaching others? This is a hundred times more outrageous than his force field theory.

“Yes, you.” The Faded One’s voice was firm and resolute, without a hint of joking.

Looking at the unfathomable inferiority in Tops' eyes, the Faded One emphasized, "Tops, listen carefully. You didn't just open up a new path—you blew through the high wall of magic and created a completely new, uncharted territory behind it!"

The faded voice seemed to pierce through Tops's heavy self-doubt, "'Pioneer of Magic,' 'Disruptor of Concepts,' whatever you call yourself, you deserve it! You are enough to make others, those who are truly inquisitive and not bound by old frameworks, willingly sit below and listen to your lectures! The premise is..."

The faded one looked directly into his bewildered eyes and said, "You're willing."

"Can...can I?" Tops' voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Does Waste Rock really qualify? Isn't his theory just a pathetic delusion?

Seeing the other person's confused expression, and knowing what the other person was thinking, the faded one patted the other person on the shoulder.

"You need to be more confident. Your theory is so terrifying that even 'terrifying' doesn't do it justice. It's enough to shake the entire border region, and..."

“If you don’t mind… could I be your first student in your class? I’m really, really interested in your theories.” The Faded One slowly and clearly gave Tops a thumbs-up.

Tops was stunned.

He looked at the thumbs-up.

That was no longer pity, no longer charity, but... recognition? A thirst for knowledge? Someone was actually willing to learn from him, this worthless rock?

A surge of scalding heat, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, rushed into Tops's nostrils and eyes, so intense that it almost made him lose his composure.

He hurriedly lowered his head, blinking frantically, trying to suppress the surging emotions.

Several seconds passed before he slowly raised his head, and a faint smile finally appeared on his pale face, which was filled with humility.

"……it is good"

Tops' voice trembled with suppressed sobs, "If...you don't find my teachings...too...long and...boring..."

The Faded One chuckled. "Please don't look down on me as a student; after all, I've never encountered this kind of magic before."

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Burned out

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Malenia's Request

The seven Great Runes and the Death Rune have been recovered.

The Elden Ring can be repaired at any time.

The border area will be completely reborn.

Six figures sat around a round table in a room.

These six people are Xiling, Radagan, Lani, Rataen, Mongot, and Golden Mask.

Each of these people was holding a book.

To be precise, it should be called a sacred text.

"call"

A soft exhale broke the almost frozen silence.

Xiling closed the book, and her face, which had been immersed in thought, broke into a bright smile. Without hesitation, Xiling gave a thumbs-up to the golden mask across the round table, her eyes sparkling with heartfelt gratitude and bright excitement.

"Master, I'm so grateful to you this time, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

The man in the golden mask bowed slightly: "To be able to participate in the weaving of the sacred text is an unparalleled honor. Your vision has provided the direction, and I am merely following the trajectory."

"Oh, you're too kind!" Xiling waved his hand with a smile, then his gaze swept over the other figures around the round table who were still holding the Holy Scripture: "Everyone, how do you feel? Is there anything in the Holy Scripture that needs to be revised or supplemented?"

Lani put down the holy book and fell silent. She recognized everything written on it. What made her silent was not the content itself, but the Silver King before her. Once again, she was absolutely certain that he was not joking or weaving a fairy tale. He really wanted to use an unprecedented framework on this broken land!

Ratahn shook his head. "I have nothing to add."

Radagan then put down his book and looked at Xiling. "One of the sacred laws states that all who believe in silver will be united in one form, transforming all races that believe in the new law, regardless of their origin or form, into a single life form..."

"This would certainly eradicate discrimination and conflict arising from physical differences, as you hope. However, is the price too high? The unique talents that countless creatures are proud of, the physical characteristics inherited from their ancestors, and even the racial identity that forms the core of their culture... will all be erased in this unification."

Xiling said with some helplessness, "That's something only those with spare capacity would think about. Right now, how many living beings in the entire border region aren't struggling to survive? Even if the Elden Ring is completely repaired and the Silver Law bestows blessings upon all living beings, it will still take a long time for this border region to slowly recover from its shattered state."

"And there's another crucial issue: most of those who believe in the Golden Law have become warped, and I must consider them."

That goes beyond being described as deformed; it can be described as a racial alteration.

Radagan recalled the pitiful figures he had seen whose bodies were twisted, swollen, and decayed into inhuman forms due to the curse of immortality.

After a moment, he nodded slightly.

"Then I have no problem."

Xiling nodded and added, "What you said is indeed something we need to be aware of, but we'll have to see how things develop."

Xiling looked at the last person, the cursed child who had been rejected by the Golden Law, imprisoned in the sewers, and regarded as an ominous sign by all people.

Mongot's head, with its enormous, twisted horns, hung low, his huge hands covering the open holy book, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edges of the pages.

Xiling spoke softly, "And what about you, Mongot?"

When faced with Xiling's question, Mengget shook his head.

He didn't have anything to say, which is good, isn't it?

Xiling nodded. "Then let's all go about our own business and head home. I'll be going now."

Just as Xiling was about to turn around and walk towards the door, she suddenly remembered something and looked at Rataen.