Another World: The Failed Magician

Outside an ordinary little mountain village, a handsome young man was idly sitting on the doorframe, holding a broom.

After sitting for a while, the boy got bored and started shaking his head.

Just then, as if sensing something, the boy suddenly turned around and saw a kind-looking old man standing behind him.

The boy immediately stood up, picked up his broom, and pretended to sweep up the fallen leaves outside the door.

But the boy had been sweeping for a while, and the scolding he had imagined had not yet come.

The boy stopped and turned to look behind him.

He noticed that the old man was still standing quietly in the same spot, just looking at him without saying anything.

The boy looked at the old man, who seemed different from usual, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Master, what's wrong with you today?"

According to past practice, if the master saw that I was slacking off, I would definitely get a scolding, but today the master was frighteningly quiet.

The old man did not answer the boy's question.

He walked slowly to the boy's side with his hands behind his back.

"You go."

?

The old man's words left the boy completely bewildered.

Is it broken? Could it be that I've been slacking off and angered my master?

The boy was about to speak in his defense.

But the old man didn't give him that chance. As if he knew what the old man wanted to say, he spoke first, "My time is up, and you should go too."

The boy, bewildered by what he heard, looked at the old man.

"But…"

The old man placed his hand on the boy's head and gently rubbed it.

“I know you don’t like it here at all, and you’re not interested in what I teach you, but you have no choice but to stay here because of your parents’ orders.”

The boy lowered his head in shame as he listened to the old man's words.

"There's nothing to blame yourself for. Some things you just don't like."

The old man continued speaking, watching the silent boy and girl.

"Fortunately, this heavy mission has ended with my generation. From today onwards, you can go and pursue the life you want."

"real!"

The boy's tone was excited, but he looked somewhat disappointed when he saw the old man's face.

"Child, don't be sad for me. The fate of those of us in this line of work is already sealed. Go, and don't look back."

Urged on by the old man, the boy finally left the manor slowly.

Not long after the boy left, an unexpected guest arrived at the manor gate.

The old man sat in the spot where the boy had been sitting, his eyes closed as if he had no sense of the newcomer.

Zhao Huai had no intention of hiding his whereabouts, and he walked straight up to the old man.

"Could you do one last fortune telling for me?"

His tone lacked the usual imperial command, instead carrying a hint of pleading.

The old man did not answer, his eyes still tightly closed, and sat in front of the door.

"Ugh."

After a long while, the old man sighed softly.

"You are late."

Zhao Huai was somewhat puzzled.

"It's time for me to go."

Before Zhao Huai could say anything, he realized that the old man had stopped breathing.

Zhao Huai's eyes were filled with helplessness.

"Let's bury him."

Several figures emerged from the shadows in the distance. Just as they were about to go forward to bury the old man, they found themselves blocked by an invisible force.

Then, without warning, the entire manor suddenly burst into flames.

The fire quickly spread to the old man's body.

At this moment, Zhao Huai finally remembered a sentence the old man had once told him.

Those who peek into the secrets of heaven must not leave behind a corpse.

Zhao Huai had also asked the old man why this was.

But the old man didn't explain anything.

Looking at the manor that had turned into a sea of ​​fire, Zhao Huai now understood what the old man meant by saying he was too late.

"What exactly did White ask him to calculate?"

But no one can answer this question for him.

Zhao Huai shook his head and turned to leave.

……

A white light suddenly flashed before Lu Xuan's eyes, and he briefly lost his sight.

Fortunately, I recovered quickly.

But when Lu Xuan looked at the stone coffin again, he found that it had been opened.

Then a figure slowly sat up.

Lu Xuan sensed from the magic in the air that the person didn't show any fluctuations. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lu Xuan wouldn't have believed that there was actually a person in that place.

A man dressed in a white robe slowly walked out of the stone coffin.

The man looked at Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan also looked at the other person, but the man's face seemed to be a blur, and Lu Xuan could not see anything.

Who do you think won?

The man began to speak with great interest.

"Resentment."

"Oh? How did you know?"

The man immediately became interested.

"Guess."

I don't like this answer.

As he spoke, the man waved his right hand, and a huge light sword appeared out of thin air above Lu Xuan's head.

The lightsaber exuded an extremely terrifying aura, which even repelled all the surrounding magic and battle aura.

The man looked at Lu Xuan, who was still sitting on the ground.

“I’m really curious about your purpose. If you tell me, I might consider making your departure less painful.”

The man spoke these words with complete ease, for he was now a complete God of Light, and had regained his god-level strength. He didn't even consider this human a threat.

"Actually, I don't really want to waste my breath arguing with you, but I feel that letting you die so inexplicably is not fair to your efforts."

The man wasn't angry; instead, he found it somewhat amusing.

"Then tell me, how will I die?"

Lu Xuan slowly stood up and patted his clothes.

"Don't you think everything is too out of place?"

"What do you mean?"

The God of Light instinctively sensed an ominous thought.

"Even if Howard is the Pope, how could he possibly find a place that could prevent the God of Light from awakening? How could a mere grudge grow to this level so quickly? Do you think all of this happened naturally?"

"What on earth do you mean!"

The God of Light's expression finally lost its composure.

The lightsaber above Lu Xuan's head also emitted an even more terrifying aura.

"Rog left me a memory: there are four gods left in this world. Besides the deceased Ancestral Dragon and the Demon King and Elf King who are currently at war, that means there is one god left."

"Hmph! I thought you could say something. But I'm standing right in front of you now."

"Don't you feel like something's missing after you merged with your original self? Like memories or something?"

Upon hearing this, the God of Light instinctively became somewhat agitated.

"I don't really want to listen to your nonsense."

As he spoke, the lightsaber began to slowly descend.

The ground beneath Lu Xuan's feet began to crack at a visible speed.

"Among the gods that survived in Rogge's memory, there wasn't one called the God of Light."

The God of Light suddenly froze.

A lost memory returned to his mind.

That was Ragnarok.

The entire sky was blood red.

He clearly felt that he was standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He fell to his knees as a long sword pierced his chest.

For the first time, as a god, he felt his proud life slowly slipping away.

He had also left himself a way to revive, but the damage exceeded his expectations, and the horrific injuries eliminated any possibility of his resurrection.

dead yourself?

So what am I now?

The God of Light could not comprehend this memory. He covered his head tightly with both hands, trying to erase it from his mind.

"No! None of this is real!"

The God of Light began to roar angrily, trying to prove that he was alive.

But as soon as he opened his mouth wide, he found that he couldn't make a sound.

But then he discovered something even more terrifying: his body was no longer under his control.

He had an incredibly clear feeling that he was now like a puppet on a string.

At that moment, an ethereal voice rang out from the space.

Why ruin this good show?

A handsome man dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared out of thin air in the space.

The God of Light recognized him at a glance.

Castellolliel, the god of prophecy.

Why him?

Another image flooded my mind.

That scene depicts the God of Light looking back before his death and seeing the person who had cut off his path to survival—the very same prophetic god Castrolil.

The God of Light felt immense anger and humiliation.

This god, who was incredibly weak in the age of gods, actually became one of the few gods who survived. This god, whom he looked down upon, actually cut off his path to survival.

The God of Light discovered that his power was gradually dissipating.

He could clearly feel these powers flowing into the body of the God of Prophecy little by little.

The God of Light understood the whole story.

He himself had already died long ago; what remained was merely a tool left behind by the God of Prophecy to gather faith in order to regain his strength.

The God of Light vanished in utter helplessness.

Only the God of Prophecy and Lu Xuan remained.

"Just like what I saw."

The God of Prophecy looked at Lu Xuan with a smile.

"Oh, so what was the final outcome?"

"Of course you lost, and you lost badly."