Chess Mage of Faerûn

Zhang Yuan's mind raced. As Aghanim had said, the information from all the worlds in the previous universe had intertwined and evolved into many myths, legends, stories, and game backgrounds, but no real supernatural power or extraordinary being had ever been born.

All interdimensional disturbances will dissipate in a short time, but it just so happens that that one encounter is captured and observed by my own mini-program, or perhaps this inspiration was originally triggered by it.

In conclusion, the intertwining of the Ruins world and the Toril universe, like an observed quantum, collapses into a definite correlation.

What a coincidence! Zhang Yuan was incredibly grateful that this wonderful opportunity had fallen into his lap; he wasn't going to be so sentimental.

Is there any comparison between an ordinary graduate student and a powerful mage lord?

As for going home…

If Aghanim can go, there's no reason why he can't come back.

"Ah, homeland, I understand your feelings as a traveler from another world, but,"

The traveler's urgent question received a less-than-ideal response:

"Return is not hopeless, but probably not in the way you think it is."

"Is it because power cannot be applied?"

Even the great figures of the heavens couldn't personally appear in public to demonstrate their divine power, so Zhang Yuan didn't consider himself an exception.

"No, no, no, it's not that simple."

Aghanim shook all four of his index fingers at the same time; if body language counts as spellcasting, this was already a quadruple critical strike.

Deny X4!

“Power is not merely a tool. When you use it to elevate yourself, it also becomes part of your essence. It can be changed, concealed, or even suppressed and distorted, but once it is completely stripped away, the consequences are far more than just losing power.”

"But your world just can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection."

"So how did you trace your entry?"

"Without power and rules, pure thought and consciousness are unrestricted."

"So Easy?"

"Simple?"

Aghanim's eyes widened as he looked at the other person with the same gaze he had once given to the stupid donkey messenger he had inadvertently created:

"Alright, young spellcaster, may I ask how you project your spirit or consciousness into another dimension?"

As soon as the other party asked the question, Zhang Yuan knew that he had underestimated the situation. All arcane spells such as Aether Travel, Astral Avatar, and Projection Simulation, as well as certain races' spell-like spells, are ultimately application paradigms under the rules of the Magic Network system. How could they infiltrate a world where even the Magic Network or magic power is not allowed?

The answer I received from asking around was indeed not optimistic.

"Don't even think about it. It's too far away for you right now. Even maintaining a stable projection in another world is difficult, let alone your special universe."

Zhang Yuan remained silent for a moment, then asked with a mixture of hope and hesitation:
"What kind of state is that?"

"Believe me, it's not that wonderful. You're like a ghost, a wandering soul that's isolated from the world, unable to have any real contact with it, only able to observe from the sidelines."

"So, it can transmit and receive information?"

"You're oversimplifying things."

Aghanim wagged his index finger again:

"Different races have vastly different perceptions, and the world seen by the living and the dead is even more different, let alone when even the concept of existence has been altered?"

"To others, you are an invisible, unknowable, and unverifiable being; to you, others are merely fleeting, insignificant notes in the grand symphony of the world."

"The definitions and meanings of existence are not the same, let alone communication and exchange."

You can't talk to a frog in a well about the sea, and you can't talk to a summer insect about ice.

No matter how great or incredible a being may be, when it comes to its former home, it can only be a spectator, casting its blurry shadow onto the other side, like a candle's reflection in a cave.

This is perhaps why, despite the vast sea of ​​myths and legends and the endless stream of religious beliefs on Earth, there is no concrete evidence of divine intervention before humankind; only fragments remain for people to perceive. Some call it inspiration, others call it enlightenment.

All of this is merely a lingering impression captured by chance, perhaps what is called a match of brainwaves.

Zhang Yuan didn't press the matter further; dwelling on it was pointless. Once he reached that level, he would naturally understand many things.

"Thank you very much."

"The master summoned me here, and it was even prepared when I first transmigrated, so he must have something important to tell me."

"Of course!"

Aghanim readily admitted:
“I’ve said before that our world needs a variable and a miracle, and whether it’s a coincidence or not, you are the chosen one.”

"Since it is a miracle that transcends the rules and common sense of the past, we will not question or deny it. Separated by the barrier called the world, we can only do our best to provide you with some support in the hope of the future."

"Fortunately, fate did not abandon us, and the seed of miracle eventually grew and sprouted, coming into this world."

"If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have gotten this far."

The monk expressed his gratitude with great emotion and a sincere expression.

"If you could tone down your subconscious smugness a little, you would appear more sincere."

Aghanim blew on his lips:

"However, it is indeed too difficult to transfer power across the world barrier. If it weren't for the two rule cores you possess, I'm afraid even constructs wouldn't be able to be sent over."

"The core of the rules?"

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment:

"That twenty-sided die and the chessboard?"

"The embodiment of the rules of the world varies from person to person and depends to a large extent on your understanding and perception of the world."

As he spoke, the old demigod gave the mage a strange look:
"You're really neglecting your duties, treating the messengers' little games as the main course?"

"what?"

Zhang Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed and was about to cough in a mock manner when he realized that he had already left his physical body…

"It doesn't matter. The essence of power will not change, only the way it is manifested will be different. This current model is quite suitable for you."

"I think it's pretty good too."

Zhang Yuan smiled and then asked, "So what are your expectations of me?"

"Or rather, what should I do for you in the future?"

"doing what?"

Upon hearing this, Aghanim's expression turned serious, and his tone became much more solemn:
"The key is not what you do, and we will not force you to do anything, even if we have placed so many expectations and hopes on you."

"The important question is, what path do you choose to take, and how far can you go on that path?"

The old demigod looked at the mage with even more sincerity in his eyes; his acting skills were far superior to those of the younger generation.

Oh?
Zhang Yuan's mind was in turmoil, and the rapid flow of his thoughts caused his spiritual body to ripple.

"This expectation is probably more difficult than asking me to do something."

"May I interpret this as you intending to interfere with my plans for the future?"

"Isn't your kindness a bit too much?"

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