After leaving the world of all NPCs

Shokuhou Misaki turned around abruptly, her voice filled with cold anger and a hint of shame at having been fooled.

"Come out! You're still here!"

As she spoke, Ye Zuochen appeared on the small sofa which was originally empty, with a casual posture, as if he had never left.

Shokuhou Misaki instantly pointed the remote control in his hand at him!

"Save your energy," Ye Zuochen said unconcernedly. "Mirror Flower, Water Moon controls a person's six senses."

"However, just like you set the rule of 'must use the remote control' for yourself, I generally don't directly modify people's subconsciousness. I only control their five senses."

"You need to point the remote at the other person to control it, so it's difficult to aim at high-speed movements that are hard to capture with the eyes."

"You can't hurt me like this."

"Of course, breaking your 'self-rules' is equally meaningless."

[Qingming Creation Talisman] can enlighten [Prajna Wisdom Sword] to control the colors and appearances of what humans see and hear, which is the so-called "mirror flowers and water moons".

Ye Zuochen just gave a casual order, asking Shokuhou Misaki to ignore him, which means that in Shokuhou Misaki's eyes, he was a transparent person.

However, because of the special nature of her ability, Shokuhou Misaki was able to find Ye Zuochen.

Shokuhou Misaki gripped the remote tightly, her golden eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion. "I didn't know there was a Level 5 Psychic like you in Academy City!"

The fundamental purpose of Academy City is to develop superpowers for its students.

Specifically, it is to develop students' brains with the help of drugs, hypnosis and various instruments, so that people's brains can derive a reality unique to themselves, interfere with and influence the existing reality, and ultimately form superpowers.

These developed abilities vary from person to person and are divided into various categories, but are also divided into levels (grades) based on criteria such as their value, strength, and applicability.

Level 0 means no ability, which means the ability cannot be measured or the effect is extremely weak.

Level 1 is a low ability, which is limited to being able to bend a spoon, and is basically of no help in daily life.

Level 2 is a special ability, slightly more useful than Level 1.

Level 3 is a strong ability, an ability that can be utilized in daily life and brings convenience.

Level 4 is a great ability, an ability that can demonstrate the value of tactical level in the army.

Level 5 is a superpower that has the power to fight against an army alone. There are only seven people in the world who have this ability, and they are ranked according to their value and effectiveness.

In Academy City, most students are people with special abilities between Level 0 and Level 2, and about 60% of the students are people without special abilities.

Not only can it affect one's own spirit, but he can also do it with ease. I think he must be a person with super powers.

Ye Zuochen shook his head. "No, I'm not a person with super powers, but the King of Magicians. Of course, if you need me, I can also be a person with super powers. It makes no difference to me."

Shokuhou Misaki showed no intention of putting down the remote. "Are you still exerting your mental influence on me?"

"Why do you ask?" Ye Zuochen looked at her with interest.

Shokuhou Misaki bit her lower lip, as if trying to form words to describe that subtle feeling. "I feel... strange inside right now. Both my mind and body... seem to be uncontrollably developing a fondness for you."

Her fair cheeks flushed slightly at these words, but more with confusion and alarm.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zuochen showed a matter-of-fact expression on his face: "This is normal, because I look pretty good."

Shokuhou Misaki was stunned at first, then subconsciously looked at the young man in front of her more carefully.

Under the black hair are straight eyebrows, fair and delicate skin, straight nose and beautiful lips. The combination of these two features really has a magical charm that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

She blinked, a subtle expression of "it's outrageous but it does seem to make sense" appeared on her face, and her tense body seemed to relax a little.

"It seems to make some sense?"

Ye Zuochen looked at her relaxed expression and continued, "You don't have to be too nervous. I'm past the point where I'd just kiss a pretty girl, so I won't do anything to you. My appearance here was purely an accident when my [Power] was activated."

"【power】?"

Shokuhou Misaki keenly caught the hint of this unfamiliar word.

Ye Zuochen sat up a little straighter and explained, "Simply put, I come from a parallel world."

"Not long ago, the underlying laws of this universe underwent a drastic change. Your past world was actually the result of the overlapping of numerous 'religious phases'."

"And now, those phases have been stripped away and transformed into what are called 'mythic phases'."

"Although this change won't have much impact on most magicians and scientists, at most it will only slightly adjust the source and form of power. But for that chairman of your Academy City who's hanging upside down, it's probably going to be enough to give him a headache for a while..."

He paused, as if feeling that this was too far away from Shokuhou Misaki, "But none of this matters."

"Back to the point, the so-called [power] can be understood as a 'superpower' whose scope of influence approaches the limits of the universe."

Shokuhou Misaki frowned slightly. "Could it be a Level 6... Absolute Esper?!"

This is the theoretical pinnacle of Academy City, a realm that exists only in conception.

Scientists describe Level 6 as someone who listens to God's will in a non-Godlike body.

Ye Zuochen smiled, neither confirming nor denying, and stretched out his right hand towards Shokuhou Misaki, palm facing up, with a strange invitation in his gesture.

"Come here, Shokuhou Misaki. Tell me what you want."

"I can transport you to that future."

"As long as it's the future you desire, I can take you there."

"But please wait, I can guarantee that you will reach the 'end', but the 'process' is full of uncertainty."

Shokuhou Misaki's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Ye Zuochen's outstretched hand, countless thoughts flashed through her mind like shooting stars.

Out of a sense of self-abandonment that had accumulated until now, and wanting to unload the nameless burden, Shokuhou Misaki took a deep breath, took a step forward, and gently placed her slender hand in a white lace glove into Ye Zuochen's waiting palm.

"I...I want to go to the sea...with Dolly."

The moment the wish came out, Ye Zuochen held her hand, and square lines appeared in his pupils.

【Weiran Shenshangtong】started!

This dormitory at Tokiwadai Junior High School is now empty.

……

School District 7, a building with no windows.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

The dull sound of bubbles bursting was unusually clear in the dead air.

The sound originated from a cylinder filled with dark red liquid in the center of the room.

The viscous liquid swayed slightly, causing tiny ripples. This was not the natural sound of water, but the cold rhythm brought about by gas exchange when the sophisticated life support system maintained vital signs.

The four walls are without any joints or decorative walls, yet they absorb all the light and present an unnatural matte texture.

There were no windows, no doors, no stairs, no sign of a corridor.

The room was empty except for tens of thousands of cables and pipes tangled on the ground like blood vessels, and a huge cylinder where the pipes converged.

The light from countless screens is the only source of light and life in this dead space.

Screens of various sizes and shapes are like glowing tumors attached to metal blood vessels, covering the entire wall, the ground, and even hanging in the air.

The light from the screen and the countless tiny indicator lights on the operation panel complement each other, weaving together an electronic spider web covering the entire space.

In the center of the huge test tube, a human figure is quietly suspended.

In an inverted posture.

The green surgical gown clung to her body, outlining a vague outline that was neither completely male nor completely female, appearing extremely thin and fragile.

The long silver hair slowly floated in the sticky liquid like water grass. The details of the face were blurred by the liquid and the suspended posture, and only an outline could be captured.

It looks like both male and female, both adult and child, both saint and prisoner.

In other words, he originally sealed all kinds of possibilities into the same body.

Having said that, he later discovered that even if there was more than one of him in the world, they would only conflict with each other and there was no hope of any cooperative relationship, so he could only trap himself in a cocoon, overlapping all of his selves and keeping them at the same coordinate.

In front of the upside-down man, the most central of the countless projection screens was silently unfolding a picture with continuously flowing data.

"Has the future (and past) been altered?"

Aleister Crowley murmured.

He is the chairman of the board of directors of Academy City and the leader of the science camp.

His real name is Edward Alexander, and he is the greatest magician of the 20th century.

To achieve his own goals, he did not hesitate to divide the world into science and magic and set humans against each other.

"So that's how it is..." The Hanged Man's lips remained motionless in the solution, but his voice echoed. "The transformed phase is a trace held by the gods. The foundation of the world has shifted from religious phases to scientific ones. What an incredible answer! The world can't be distorted."

For mortals bound by common sense, the material world is an indestructible objective reality.

But for magicians who walk in the mysterious realm, especially Aleister who has glimpsed the highest realm, the essence of the world is plastic clay, a fragile illusion composed of countless "phases" layered on top of each other.

Among them, the "Demon God" standing at the top is an existence that possesses the great power to "distort the entire universe with a single thought"!

But now, the demon has disappeared.

The phase base is forcibly displaced.

The universe has actually become the "objective reality" that mortals firmly believe in and cannot be arbitrarily altered by individual will!

How absurd!

How outrageous!

"Is this an angelic ritual? It doesn't seem like it. It's more like science than magic. It converges the possibilities on the imaginary scale towards one's own choices. The past and the future are equal. While changing the future, he is also changing the past. He traveled to the future on his own timeline."

It's a model of spacetime complex enough to drive even the most brilliant theoretical physicists insane.

As he whispered, the countless floating screens around him were like an activated swarm of bees, and hundreds of new windows popped up instantly.

Each window is rapidly playing dynamic images or scrolling text records.

That is information from the "past", a detailed record of someone, something, or a plan.

However, these "pasts" have been tampered with!

A glimmer of insight flashed in Aleister's chaotic eyes. "I placed this memory in another phase, so it wasn't affected by the fluctuations of reality."

"In other words, the person who just came from another world used a method similar to the 'Angelic Spell' to bring him and 'Psychic Mastery' to the future of his own timeline."

"But that 'future' node is indeed located in the 'past' of the grand timeline of the current universe."

"They went back to the past and rewrote the implementation and operation of the established trajectory of the 'Mass Production Capability Plan'."

On the screen, the image of the person who appeared a year ago was played.

"...Alright. As you wish, until I fully understand the ultimate cause of all these changes."

The upside-down figure seemed to make an extremely tiny movement in the solution, as if gazing at some grand vision beyond time and space.

"The Age of Horus, where all men and women are stars and everyone can freely express themselves, is upon us."

"Now we just need to completely isolate the wandering mythological aspects and make pure 'science' the only cornerstone."

When the last word fell, his voice suddenly rose and a rare emotional fluctuation appeared.

"Also, I want to see the real God!"

Aleister remembered the bells ringing three times.

The first sound stripped away all phase shackles, and the world returned to purity.

The second sound banished all the gods on earth, and there would be no more usurpers in the world.

The third sound led the demon god back to his source and disappeared at the origin of the universe.

Inside the huge test tube, the dark red liquid began to shake violently, and countless bubbles rushed to the top frantically.

Aleister's upside-down body trembled slightly in the turbulent solution, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards, forming an arc that was difficult to interpret.

Is it despair? Is it ecstasy? Is it peace? Or ecstasy?

Long ago, the boy named Aleister Crowley wondered:

"Since that supreme being could easily deceive humans because they couldn't discern lies, it created this half-baked world full of contradictions and pain."

"Then the so-called 'God' is actually not that big of a deal."

"In that case, let's show everyone the real God."

"I want to replace those half-baked fakes and find the correct rules!"