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

After all preparations were completed, Bush entered the center of the extraordinary resonance platform, and the magic circle engraved on the floor slowly lit up.

"Are you ready?"

Coleman, holding the crystal bottle, slowly walked up to Bush and confirmed it one last time.

Bush closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded firmly:

"I'm ready."

Coleman opened the crystal bottle and poured the purple liquid into the silver cup in Bush's hand.

The liquid in the cup sparkled with a strange light, wriggling as if it had life.

"Cheers to a new era."

Bush raised his glass and drank it all.

Coleman then stepped down from the platform and the experiment officially began.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Bush remained standing there with a calm expression.

Coleman was about to ask when Bush's body suddenly shook violently.

"How does it feel?"

Coleman asked nervously.

"Power... I can feel the power growing..."

Bush's voice grew hoarse, and the purple light in his eyes grew stronger.

But as time went on, Bush's expression began to distort, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The magic circle began to emit a strange purple light, and the ground shook slightly.

"Bush? Are you okay?"

Coleman asked nervously.

Bush did not answer, but just put his head in his hands and bent over in pain.

Purple lines began to spread upwards from his arms, like some ancient and evil runes, and soon covered his entire body.

The air began to distort, as if an invisible force was stirring reality.

"Not good! Stop the experiment! Close the magic circle!"

Coleman exclaimed, but it was too late.

Bush suddenly let out an inhuman scream, his body began to twist and deform, his eyes were completely filled with purple light, and his mouth opened to an incredible extent, revealing a row of deformed sharp teeth.

"Ding...dong...chicken..."

Bush uttered strange whispers, mixed with some noises that didn't belong to this world.

Bush's body then suddenly swelled, his skin stretched tight like a balloon, and then with a blood-curdling popping sound, he collapsed from the inside out.

Purple light burst out from his body, and the shock wave instantly destroyed the operating magic circle, knocking Coleman and his assistants to the ground.

When Coleman finally got up, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

Bush's body had completely disappeared, leaving only a pool of disgusting liquid and some unrecognizable residue.

And above the pool of liquid, there was a purple energy ball that was constantly twisting and deforming, emitting a terrifying chaotic aura.

"Bush... this is impossible..."

Coleman stood up with difficulty and staggered towards the ball of light.

The ball of light suddenly expanded, then shrank sharply, and finally folded into nothingness in an incredible way, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a mess on the ground and shock and fear in the room.

Coleman fell to the ground, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled.

He finally understood a cruel truth: not everyone can withstand extraordinary power - even if it is obtained through external means.

Some boundaries should probably not be crossed.

"Oh my god..."

One aide muttered, "What the hell have we done?"

Coleman did not answer, but just looked at the pool of purple liquid. The fire of ideals in his heart was shaken for the first time.

But soon, his eyes became firm again.

"Clean up this place."

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his face and then ordered:

"Then we will prepare for the large-scale display project at the Mirror Lake Festival tomorrow, so that the whole city can witness our achievements."

"But Professor, Bush—"

"Progress must be accompanied by sacrifice!"

Coleman shouted loudly:

"He had already signed a risk disclosure form before becoming a volunteer!"

The assistants looked at each other, but no one dared to disobey Coleman's orders.

They silently began to clean up the scene, and Coleman turned and left, his back full of determination and desperation.

He had come too far to turn back.

..............

At the same time, Lucius and Iveliya, who had just finished their incognito visit, were heading towards Mount Grenier along the winding mountain road.

"Brother Lu, I think Dinstakovich's move was a bit too thorough."

"Isn't it just that he was ostracized by the reformists? So he didn't even stay at the academy and went straight to live in seclusion in the mountains?"

The road up the mountain was not smooth. Even though the carriage was luxurious enough, the occasional bumps still made Ivilia stagger, and she 'accidentally' fell on Lucius' legs.

"What do you know? This is called the integrity of a scholar. He directly and clearly stated that he would not be in cahoots with the people in the academy."

Lucius gently stroked the girl's silky gray hair, feeling like he was stroking a large cat:

"We need more information now. Dintakovitch is the key figure."

"As the founder of the theory of extraordinary popularization, yet opposing the current direction of research, he must know something."

The cold wind in the mountains howled through the dense pine forest, bringing bursts of fresh air.

The two got off the car in an open area at the foot of the mountain, where stood a stone villa with a front yard full of various medicinal herbs.

There was a simple wooden frame in front of the door, with a bronze bell hanging on it. It swayed gently in the wind, making a crisp sound.

Lucius stepped forward and gently rang the bell. A moment later, the wooden door slowly opened and Dinstakovic came out.

He is old, but his eyes are still bright and full of wisdom.

"Young lord? Please come in. It's very cold on the mountain."

Dinstakovic's villa is quite spacious. Although the old man lives in seclusion, his quality of life is not bad at all.

The flames in the fireplace licked the firewood, making a slight crackling sound, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold mountains.

Various strange instruments were placed in the corners, and the air was filled with the scent of herbs and tobacco leaves.

"Please take a seat."

Dinstaković invited the two to sit in the armchairs by the fireplace, and with a sad face, he lit his pipe, which was already filled with tobacco:

"You came to me so quickly. I guess the mistakes Coleman and the others made have become so serious that they cannot be undone?"

"Professor Dinstakovich."

Lucius looked directly into the other person's eyes and said seriously:

"I'd like to know if you know anything about the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid currently being used by the Reformists?"

"... Has it really come to this?"

Amidst the smoke, Dinstakovic's expression grew increasingly serious:

"The theoretical basis for mass transcendence is to imitate the way low-level transcendents construct transcendent circuits and engrave artificial circuits in the bodies of ordinary people."

"But artificial circuits can't establish a connection with the inner world and draw magic from it like true extraordinary circuits."

If it cannot draw magic power from the outside world, then this circuit is no different from a decoration.

The method that the reformists thought of at that time was to import magic power from the outside.

But this is not an easy task. The original magic power needs to be transformed in a targeted manner before it can be injected into the circuit of the person being tested. In this process, a large amount of magic power will be lost.

The magic power reserves available for releasing second-level magic can only release one first-level fireball after conversion.

Such a low conversion rate was a huge blow to the reformists.

"But three years ago, Coleman and I found a magical crystal by Lake Lienia."

Dinstakovich handed Lucius his manuscript, which was densely covered with experimental records:

"Originally, this was just a medium that could store and amplify magical power. We believed we could use it to help ordinary people activate the extraordinary potential dormant in their bodies."

"But during one experiment, Coleman overstimulated the crystal, causing some unexplained changes in its properties."

"It began to secrete a purple liquid, which is now known as Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid."

"The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid contains a vast amount of magical power and is extremely malleable. It can be directly absorbed by the artificial circuit without the need for a troublesome conversion process."

"At that time, we all thought that a new era was coming."

At this point, Dinstakovic couldn't help but laugh at himself.

How amazing! Just when the project was in trouble and at a loss, they suddenly found something that could help them make a breakthrough.

It's like fate.

“When did you realize the problem?”

Iveliya asked softly.

"About two years ago, when the first volunteers started showing unusual symptoms."

The old man's voice was filled with pain:

"At first it was just some minor personality changes and nightmares, but then...some people started showing traits that weren't human."

"But Coleman was so obsessed with his own achievements that he only saw the extraordinary abilities those volunteers had gained, but ignored the cost."

"When I tried to warn him, he accused me of betraying the ideals of the Reformists and hindering the great cause of breaking down the barriers of the transcendental."

A flash of understanding flashed in Lucius's eyes:

“So you’re marginalized.”

"Yes, Coleman controls most of the resources and personnel of the reformists, and I can only try my best to limit the use of Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid."

Dinstakovic smiled bitterly.

"You are right to be concerned, Professor Dinstakovic."

Lucius stood up, his eyes sharp:

"The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid is not some gift, but a chaotic evil that contains the power of the Supreme Heaven."

"And I have reason to suspect that the Chaos Cult is behind the reformists' current research."

"Behind those so-called breakthroughs are dark plots far beyond our imagination."

"To, the highest heaven?"

Dinstakovic was stunned at first, a flash of shock crossed his pale face, and then relief came over him, as if a long-troubled mystery had finally been solved:

"I see, it's the power of chaos..."

"We made a big mistake without even realizing it."

"So, I'm here to put an end to this mistake."