Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 18 The Curse of the Immortals
“That’s really a bit odd…” Zellier shook his head and smiled.

This action inexplicably reminded him of the monkey on the typewriter, searching for the one and only correct answer through endless attempts.

"They're more than just bizarre; they've caused a significant negative impact on the outside world! Scribbling and drawing means you have no idea what kind of magic you're going to create, and the circuit structures might be mutually exclusive, which is a very fatal thing!"

"Three years ago, there was a visionary mage in the capital who created magic that drained the moisture from the bodies of four people, including himself. The four living people were instantly turned into mummies, including a member of the royal family!"

Beverly knows them all like the back of her hand.

"And last year, a visionary mage accidentally invented a spell that could permanently salinize the land. Unfortunately, his experiment was right next to a large wheat field, the town's largest source of food... I won't go into the consequences, but that guy's head is still hanging on the city wall."

"There are countless similar examples. There are also cases of accidentally cursing others, turning oneself into something neither human nor ghost, or simply self-destructing on the spot due to unstable magic power. I'm too lazy to even mention them all."

"Doesn't the Mage's Guild care?" Zellier was dumbfounded.

"Sigh... This matter is not so simple. Although most mages with brains will resist the idealists, there are always some who believe in them, and some of them are in the upper echelons of the guild and hold power."

Bev shook her head.

"In addition, with the utopianists scribbling and drawing, some people still got lucky and created some useful magic. So the higher-ups couldn't just wipe them out, but strictly forbade them from conducting experiments in densely populated areas."

"That's true..."

"In short, all you need to remember is that the utopian mages are a bunch of lunatics, and whatever you do, don't hang out with them." Bev's expression was very serious.

"understood……"

After listening to Beverly's account, Zellier couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

First, he could confirm that the Great Creation Technique existed and that the legend was true.

This also explains why the Great Creation Technique was added to the analysis queue the moment I chose the Technique of Evolution—because this world was created by the Great Creation Technique.

Everything you see is part of the great art of creation.

Secondly, Zellir was also quite interested in how to replicate the Great Creation spell.

If the creator god really did create his great creation by accident, like the utopian thinkers, then his luck attribute would definitely be 99999.

Wait a moment……

The method to reproduce the Great Creation Technique... don't I already have it?

Zellier was suddenly taken aback.

At that moment, it was as if a scene from another time and space appeared before my eyes.

Zellir's perspective has been elevated to third person, allowing him to clearly see his own appearance.

Frame by frame, the images flickered and played, while a cold narration quietly began to play in my mind:

Zell realized something.

He has obtained the final script for this game of fate.

Yes, it is the "Great Creation Technique".

With it around, all efforts are meaningless, and even the struggle becomes ridiculous.

It is the answer to all questions, the end of all journeys; it stands silently at the end of time like a stone monument.

Zellier no longer needed to explore anything else; from this moment on, he only needed to think about one thing.

"Live."

Yes, all you need to do is survive.

No matter what means are used, no matter what price is paid, no matter what form one takes, as long as one is alive, one can wait until the analysis progress of the Great Creation Technique reaches 100%.

Although this process will be very long, it will eventually come.

So Zellir chose this path.

He abandoned all emotions and morals, making living his sole creed.

He began to frantically study those ancient black magic tomes, learning how to draw life force from the cries of the living and how to infuse fresh blood into his aging body. He performed the cruelest sacrificial rituals, sending innocent lives before the evil god in exchange for the right to prolong his existence.

Zellir is no longer human.

After countless transformations using flesh magic, Zellir had become a writhing, evil lump of flesh.

He sealed himself in the deepest cave underground.

Wriggle, wriggle.

Their appearance has long since changed, and even their personality has been lost.

But it's okay.

Wriggle, wriggle.

As long as you live, you can reach the end.

Just live.

Although the analysis of the Great Creation Technique progressed very slowly, it eventually came to an end in the face of time.

The Great Creation Technique – Analysis Complete.

Zellir held supreme power, and all things would prostrate themselves before him.

How much time has passed? Ten thousand years? Or a hundred thousand years? Or an even longer span?
The world changes, and time passes.

None of that matters, because Zellir has already won the final victory.

Under his distorted consciousness, the entire world was transformed into a land of flesh and blood by the Great Creation Technique, with chunks of flesh and pus spreading across the land, covering every inch of the earth.

In this desolate space, the individual consciousness of any living being is stifled; only new growths thrive under the blood moon, fully enjoying the gift Zellir has given them—immortality.

[Ending 1: The Curse of the Immortals.]

"Hey, Zellir, are you listening?"

Bev waved her hand in front of him, pulling Zellir out of his reverie.

Zellier shuddered violently, as if waking from a nightmare, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

What was that scene just now...?

He touched his cheek, his fingers trembling slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

[Ending 1: The Curse of the Immortals]?
Is that the path I might take in the future?

"How...how do I look now?" Zelil looked at Bev with a hint of fear.

"Nothing's wrong... there's no rice stuck to the corner of my mouth."

Bev stared intently at Zell for a moment. "Do you want me to compliment your looks?"

"It's nothing serious, that's good..."

Zellier breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it wasn't just a lump of meat.

To become like that in order to achieve immortality is worse than being dead.

Those images... must just be my own delusions, right?
"What's wrong with you? You look terrible all of a sudden. Are you feeling unwell?" Bev asked with concern.

"It's nothing... I just spaced out for a moment."

Zellier shook his head. "It's nothing."

Having spent so much time at the Mage's Guild, it was already evening before I knew it.

Having finished most of what he needed to do, Zellier said goodbye to Bev and promised to meet again next time before leaving the Mage's Guild.

(End of this chapter)