After leaving the world of all NPCs

……

wizard.

In this world, there does exist a group of people who are called this.

They are sometimes called sorcerers, fortune tellers, and pharmacists, and sometimes called witches, quietly existing on the edge of ordinary people's cognition.

However, they are not the magicians in fairy tales who can make their wishes come true by waving their magic wands.

Magic is a vast and profound cultural system that is studied by people who possess the gift of "seeing what ordinary people cannot see and touching what ordinary people cannot touch" in order to improve this ability.

Elliot and his group are the descendants of a family that inherited the magician's bloodline.

To this day, Elliot still remembers that day.

……

On the hill, Elliot stared blankly at his hometown engulfed in flames, a meaningless groan coming from his throat.

It was not an accidental fire or an unintentional mistake.

It was arson committed with clear malice and murderous intent.

Those who managed to escape from the burning house were shot dead by the men lying in ambush outside and fell in a pool of blood.

Although their identities are completely unknown, their goal of completely exterminating the magus clan is obvious.

"Elliot...Elliot! The village, our village...!"

"...Hush, Alan..."

"But……"

Elliot covered Ellen's mouth, who was about to scream, and held her tightly in his arms. His chest was soon soaked with her tears.

Allen's sister Karen, who escaped with them, also bit her lips tightly, and her little hands tightly grasped the corner of Elliot's clothes.

The sudden destruction of their hometown was a tragedy too cruel for these boys and girls who were only about ten years old.

But, in this despair, there was only one person.

A young man who was not overly panicked, but just stared quietly at the burning village and the corpses of his compatriots.

"..."

Even when the scorching wind blew ashes in his face, Isaac did not close his eyes, but just stared intently at the purgatory.

"Ike?"

Elliot couldn't guess what was going on in his mind at the moment.

But in the profile illuminated by the firelight, Elliot caught a glimpse of an indescribable sense of incongruity.

"Elliot, Alan, Karen."

Isaac's voice interrupted Elliot's thoughts, "Let's create a world. Banish humans and create a world for magicians. They started this war, and we have no choice."

He declared clearly.

Looking back, this is my earliest memory of the birth of DEM.

In the more than ten years since then, Elliott and his colleagues have devoted themselves to a deeper exploration of magic.

How easy is it for a ten-year-old child to survive in the world?

In the first few years, they had to rely on the shelter of an orphanage.

Fortunately, the smart and handsome boy Isaac was soon noticed and adopted by a wealthy old couple.

It wasn't long before the old couple both passed away in a tragic accident.

So, Isaac, who inherited a huge fortune and a perfectly disguised identity, took Elliot and the others under his protection.

During that time, they greedily "tasted" the essence of the mystery.

Theosophy, occultism, alchemy, Kabbalah...

From the torrent of pseudo-science compiled for "humanity", they carefully salvage and identify the real fragments buried therein.

at last.

That moment has arrived.

Deep in the heart of the Eurasian continent, on the wasteland, the strong wind seemed to hold its breath, bringing with it the unique silence before a storm.

Three figures stood in the empty square.

Isaac, Elliott, Alan.

Three magicians, who have grown into completely different people from their past, gathered here.

"Let's get started, Kallen, synchronize our preparations."

"receive."

As soon as Isaac finished speaking, Kallen's calm response came from the communicator in the distant observation station.

In an instant, several pitch-black magic furnaces arranged in a perfect circle with the three people as the center emitted a low roar at the same time.

The moment it started, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, something strange happened.

It was not a dazzling light, but like billions of tempered silver threads, suddenly bursting out and withdrawing from the cracks in the sky, from the veins of the earth, and from every molecular gap in the air!

Instead of gathering gently, they violently tore through the space, forming sharp, shining thorn bushes that gathered madly towards the center of the magic furnace with a shrill buzzing sound!

——"Elf Spell".

This is the name given to this ceremony by Eliot and others.

The magic power that makes up all things in the world originates from one point, and is tempered to give birth to new life forms.

Then, by absorbing the great power contained in this life form, Elliot and others, who once could only rely on books and spells to drive weak magic, will transform into omnipotent magicians in fantasy stories.

"Ike, this is a success."

"Ah, the spirits are about to be born, along with a new order (world) that will envelop the world."

Before Allen finished speaking, Isaac raised the corner of his mouth in a sharp arc and responded loudly.

"Territory. An almighty spatial realm that transforms thoughts into reality. If the calculations are correct, the territory held by the soon-to-be-born spirit is large enough to gently envelop the entire Earth. A realm of this size deserves to be called another world—the Neighboring World."

Isaac suddenly clenched his outstretched hand into a fist.

"This is our world. We will completely cover and replace this rotten old world with the Neighboring World!"

"..."

Elliot listened to his declaration, staring at his silhouette as his collar was lifted by the turbulent flow of invisible energy, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.

By now, he no longer had any intention of objecting to Isaac's ambition.

They have devoted more than ten years to realize the scene before them.

However, why?

At this moment, Isaac's profile, shining with his fanatical ideals, subtly overlapped before his eyes with the profile of the gray-blonde boy who calmly examined the destruction in the fire of his hometown many years ago.

boom! boom! boom! boom--!

Sharp and dense explosions tore through the wasteland without warning, and a series of spiritual bullets flashing with dark purple-red light accurately penetrated the roaring magic furnaces around them.

The metal shell exploded fragilely, and the core device was instantly torn apart by the violent spiritual power.

The device that was just madly absorbing the world's energy turned into a pile of scrap metal emitting black smoke in the blink of an eye.

The energy vortex was violently interrupted, and the violent wind lost its direction, stirring up smoke, dust and debris.

In the center of this mess, a luxurious figure quietly emerged like a ghost.

The Gothic skirt flows with blood and shadows, appearing and disappearing among countless delicate pleats and ribbons.

The long black hair was divided into two ponytails of different lengths, like the carefully calibrated hour and minute hands.

The different colored eyes were surprisingly bright in the dense smoke and dust.

The right eye is a soul-devouring scarlet, while the left eye is a slowly turning clock face.

Tokisaki Kurumi appeared as a sixteen-year-old, gracefully raising a slender flintlock rifle with one hand, with wisps of spiritual smoke still lingering at the muzzle.

With a sweet smile that could charm everyone on her face, she slowly walked towards the three standing figures in the center.

"Ah, a really lively ceremony! My three magicians, I'm so sorry to interrupt your important moment~"

The enthusiasm on Isaac's face had not yet completely faded away before it was replaced by extreme astonishment.

He stared intently at Kuang San's inhuman eyes. After a moment of silence, an almost ecstatic, hysterical laugh suddenly burst out from his throat:

"Ha...hahahahaha! An elf! It's actually an elf?! An elf that existed in this world before we activated our spell?"

Elliot was equally incredulous, his voice dry: "Impossible, the ritual isn't complete yet! The world's magic has only just begun to gather, how is it possible for an elf to be born now?"

Kurumi tilted her head slightly, as if appreciating the shock on their faces.

"Elf? Well... you could say that. But, to be more precise, I'm a 'nightmare' from the future. To put an end to three sinners, I've traveled across time and come here."

Isaac's laughter stopped abruptly. "From the future? A nightmare? Hahaha... Interesting! So interesting! It seems our plan has encountered some unforeseen deviations. This is really..."

The words stopped abruptly.

call out!call out!call out!

Three more hidden and faster purple-red light marks, like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, suddenly shot out from the blind spot of Elliot and the other two without any warning.

The shrill sound of tearing the air and the muffled sound of piercing flesh and blood sounded almost simultaneously!

"Ugh!"

Alan let out a short cry of surprise, and before he could even complete half of his attempt to raise his hand to gather magic power to build a defense, his body was completely pierced through by one of the light marks.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he collapsed with an incomprehensible confusion.

Isaac was unable to even make any defensive moves. The shock and excitement on his face froze in an instant. The amulet spell that should have been activated instantly in his palm turned into a faint and futile halo at his fingertips.

Another streak of light pierced his chest, sealing the unfinished words in his throat forever.

Elliot only felt an irresistible force piercing through his abdomen, and severe pain and coldness instantly swept through his body.

He staggered a step, his vision began to blur, and he could only stretch out his hands in vain, as if trying to grab something, but in the end, like Alan, he fell powerlessly on the cold wasteland.

Everything happened too fast and too abruptly.

"Ah... although I have a lot to ask you, unfortunately, I don't have much 'time' left... but, this is too smooth."

Kurumi frowned slightly, thinking that everything was going too smoothly.

Whether it's discovering the remains of ancient magic, learning about the existence of spiritual veins, or finding a suitable spiritual vein and the ancient magical relics built on it, then gaining enough spiritual power to go back in time and kill three sinners...

It went so well.

Not to mention being lucky enough to find the whereabouts of the second elf...

The three sinners were killed successfully, and they didn't even have time to use the manifestation device.

I originally thought it would be a fierce battle.

“It was as if there was an invisible hand helping me accomplish all this…”

Suddenly, a strong sense of detachment came over Kuang San, as if the thread anchoring her to this world was being rapidly pulled away by an invisible force.

The figure began to become somewhat illusory, with an unstable light flickering at the edge of the outline.

Kurumi looked down at her palms which were beginning to become somewhat transparent and said softly, "It seems that we have reached our limit. We need to return to the original time. I hope I still remember all this."

Right now!

Without any warning, a figure fell rapidly from the sky like a meteorite, at an extremely fast speed, but strangely, without causing a sound of wind.

call!

Kuang San looked up in surprise.

Reflected in the two heterochromatic pupils was a boy with black hair and black eyes.

His appearance was so handsome that it was almost unreal, as if it embodied all the world's imaginations of "beauty". Anyone who looked at this face would be instantly captivated.

Ye Zuochen moved.