I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"Ma'am, may I ask if your son's participation in this project went smoothly?"

"of course!"

The proprietress wiped her hands on her apron and said excitedly:

"There were some minor problems at the beginning. He often had headaches, nightmares, and occasionally lost control of his emotions."

"But Professor Coleman said that this is all normal and will gradually get better as he adapts. Now he can fully control those powers!"

"..."

Lucius thought of Bush's loss of control at the end of the battle and shook his head inwardly, but he still maintained an interested expression on the surface.

“That’s amazing, is he working at the academy now?”

"Yes, Professor Coleman arranged a job for him that pays more than three times what he would have earned running a bakery!"

The wrinkles on the woman's face smoothed out, and her eyes sparkled with maternal pride:

"You may not know how difficult our family was in the past. My husband passed away due to illness a few years ago, leaving Bush and I to depend on each other."

"This bakery can barely feed us, but Bush's dream is to become a magician. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any extraordinary talents, so this is just an unrealistic fantasy."

“But everything changed after he became a volunteer.”

The proprietress pointed to the new equipment and decoration in the store:

"Look at us now. Not only have we paid off all our debts, but we've also expanded the store and bought new equipment."

"Bush sends money back every month, and our lives have completely changed!"

"Most importantly, my son finally realized his dream and was able to use supernatural powers! Can you imagine? This was simply impossible before!"

Then, the proprietress took out a small photo frame from under the counter. Inside was a photo of Bush in front of the Kalia School of Magic. He was wearing a reformist robe and had a bright smile on his face.

"Look, this was taken on the day he successfully cast a spell for the first time. He came back specially to show me his ability. Right here in this shop, he used magic to light all the candles!"

"At that moment, I was really...really happy."

Tears glistened in the proprietress's eyes.

This scene made Lucius feel mixed emotions, and his past experiences allowed him to empathize with the family's feelings.

The mother's love and pride for her son are so real, and the reformists' experiments did bring substantial improvements to their lives.

But this is the power of the Supreme Heaven. Using it without authorization will only bring disastrous consequences.

"Your son is really outstanding."

Lucius said sincerely, "I hope everything is okay with him."

"Haha, I also wish the two newlyweds a happy marriage and a happy life."

The proprietress also returned the blessing, then she scratched her head and smiled:

"Speaking of which, Bush is also at the age to get married. It seems that we should go and urge him..."

After leaving the bakery, the two came to a bench by the lake, looked at the calm lake, and fell into deep thought.

"That's a good move by the Chaos Cult."

Lucius broke the silence and laughed out loud:

"If Brother Lu had a higher moral bottom line, he might have been trapped."

Lucius is not a saint. He is the most perfect heir to the East who was taught by Grand Duke Glade.

Right and wrong have no meaning. The strong only need to carry out their own will.

"really."

Iveliya nodded and said with confusion on her face:

"Why do they think you, Brother Lu, are a good person who would struggle with this?"

How could a man who could start a war to unify the continent in the future be held back by such a trivial matter?

"Haha, Xiao Ai Ni is the one who understands me."

Lucius held Iveliya's hand tightly and said seriously:

"Then let us shatter this false dream with our own hands."

"Okay, Lu! No problem, Lu!"

The attitude of the captain of the army is always the same as that sentence——

I wish I could be a river and flow with you.

As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter even if we fall into the abyss together.

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PS: Dip the beans! Dip the beans! Dip the beans!

Recommend a friend's book

75-Chris: Now, you can go and tell Lucius about this (8K2)

In a ward deep inside the Reformist Experimental Center, Bush Gomen finally woke up from his coma.

"what!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if to grab something, or as if to continue the unfinished battle.

"Bush! You're finally awake!"

Professor Coleman rushed over upon hearing the noise, his face filled with fatigue and worry:

"How do you feel? Eat something first and recover your strength."

After saying that, he pulled out a light pink solid stick from his robe and handed it to Bush's mouth.

This is a solid supplement developed by the reformists. It has a mild effect and can quickly restore physical and mental strength after taking it. It is called the "King of Double Recovery".

Bush subconsciously took a bite of the recovery supplement, slowly lowered his arms, looked around blankly, and gradually recalled the battle.

"Did I...lose?"

His voice was hoarse and low.

"Yes, Lord Reinhardt's strength has indeed exceeded our expectations."

Coleman sighed and comforted:

"But it doesn't matter. You've already performed very well. Being able to fight a true third-level extraordinary person and last this long is enough to prove the value of our research..."

"No!"

Bush suddenly interrupted Coleman, a dark purple light flashing in his eyes:

"Not enough, this is far from enough!"

"Professor, didn't you notice? From beginning to end, Reinhardt was just swinging his sword simply, without using any supernatural powers at all!"

"Even after activating my gift and summoning my water elemental clone, I still can't even touch the edge of his clothes. How humiliating is this!?"

Bush sat up suddenly, his face distorted with excitement:

"I felt it, Professor. In the final moments of the battle, I felt a greater power calling me!"

"If you give me a little more time, I will be able to master it and defeat Reinhardt!"

Once upon a time, this young man's dream was simply to become a transcendent.

"As long as I can become a transcendent, that's fine. Even if I'm only a first-level person my whole life, I'm still a transcendent, right?"

But now that he has become a transcendent, he begins to desire to prove that he is no worse than those talented people, even if that person is undoubtedly the best among his peers.

The human heart is always greedy and can never be satisfied.

Greed is understandable, but under the influence of the power of chaos, this greed can become extremely pathological.

Little did he know that by distorting his normal self in order to gain power, he had already lost at that moment.

"Bush, are you talking about that dangerous magic?"

Coleman's expression became serious, his brows furrowed into a deep furrow.

"That's just a side effect of the 'Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid' being highly active in the Transcendental Circuit. We haven't fully grasped its properties yet, so using it rashly is extremely dangerous."

"Danger?"

Bush sneered and stuffed the last bite of "Double Return King of Kings" into his mouth.

He jumped off the bed, staggered a few steps, and then stood firm, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes:

"What danger is less important than being a mediocre baker all your life, watching those naturally gifted people rise to the top and enjoy all the flowers and applause?"

"Either let me touch the true extraordinary, or let this damn mediocre life kill me."

Coleman stared silently into Bush's eyes, where a fire burned that he was all too familiar with.

——Desire, unwillingness, determination, and the almost crazy desire for power hidden in the deepest part.

Coleman was surprised by this. In his impression, Bush had always been a gentle and shy young man. He chose to become a volunteer in the beginning, firstly for his dream, and secondly to improve his family's life.

Now, this change in temperament made him feel strange and even a little uneasy.

Coleman walked silently to the wooden table beside him and picked up a small crystal bottle containing purple moon spirit marrow fluid.

Through the light, you can see that there seems to be some mysterious energy flowing inside the liquid.

He knew that the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid used to push Bush to the third level was already the maximum dose that could be controlled at present, and increasing it further would involve unpredictable risks.

On the other hand, he was also frustrated by Reinhardt's overwhelming superiority in the battle.

His research was supposed to create miracles, allowing ordinary people to possess powers comparable to those of traditional superhumans, but reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

"professor!"

Seeing Coleman wavering, Bush's tone became earnest.

He knelt on one knee in front of Coleman and looked up at Coleman:

"You are my life's benefactor. You gave me hope."

"Now, I only ask you to give me another chance to prove that your research is correct and make everyone believe that ordinary people can become as powerful as extraordinary people!"

"Okay, I'll increase the dosage of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid."

"We come to break down the barriers of the transcendent with our own hands..."

Coleman finally nodded, with a tremor in his voice that he himself didn't even notice.

An hour later, Coleman and Bush arrived at the Extraordinary Resonance Platform together.

"Debug the equipment and prepare to start a new round of experiments."

"In addition, the dosage of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid has been increased to three times the previous amount."

Coleman instructed his assistant.

The assistant's face changed:

"Professor, triple the concentration is beyond the safe range!"

"Previous experiments have shown that concentrations exceeding twice that level will cause severe mental abnormalities and loss of magical control!"

“I know the risks.”

Coleman remained calm:

"But this is a necessary attempt. Bush is our best volunteer. If he can't handle it, it means there may be problems with our theoretical foundation."

As we all know, the theoretical foundation of extraordinary popularization is Dinstaković.

So, even if something went wrong, it was Dinstakovic's fault.