After leaving the world of all NPCs

This is his temporary residence in Academy City.

Although Taiyi God did a rough job of annexing the universe, he still did it.

The current Magical Index universe is numbered as Universe 2996 in the multiverse.

This number is not based on the order in which it was absorbed by the Mythology, but rather on its position in the multiverse.

Because the universe was annexed.

Therefore, the Last King Ahura can also go to this universe.

So, he just had to wait.

It would be even better if Aleister Crowley could actually summon the God of Disobedience.

Thinking this, I walked into the living room.

Dolly was curled up quietly in the corner of the large sofa, her short brown hair hanging down softly, partially covering her drooped eyes.

Jingce Kanqu stood aside, her purple twin ponytails neatly arranged, her pink nurse-style casual jacket casually draped over her arm, and the riding whip at her waist made a slight leather friction sound as she walked.

"What are your plans for today, Your Majesty?"

Ye Zuochen took the warm water that Taoli handed him and took a sip casually: "I do have some plans, but they are all small things."

"As for me, I'm going to the Underworld Soul Chaser with Dolly," Jingce said, turning his gaze towards Dolly. "Even though my body is now normal, it's always good to have regular checkups."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly, his eyes seeming to sweep across the void.

At this moment, an invisible [Tao Fruit] that was floating three feet above his head suddenly turned.

In an instant, billions of threads of cause and effect and the torrent of fate rushed past his "eyes", as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

There seems to be a small gap between this infinitely large and infinitely small [Tao Fruit].

The first three stages of the gene lock are "open", while the fourth stage of the gene lock is "closed".

Make yourself completely closed, completely self-contained, and transcend the universe.

In this way, everything that comes from material things has nothing to do with oneself.

The specific feeling is that one's mind is in a high dimension above all things, and nothing from the low dimension can interfere with oneself.

However, although the [Tao Fruit] at the beginning of the fourth stage is superior to all things, it is also isolated from all things. In other words, it is in a higher dimension and cannot interfere with the lower dimension.

Needs to be "ignited".

The Persian gods called it the "Eternal Light".

Ye Zuochen regards it as the "light of the soul."

As long as the [Tao Fruit] ignites its light, it can cast a shadow in the lower dimension and use this shadow to interfere with everything in the lower dimension.

However, before igniting the [Light of the Soul], one can only open a hole in this way so that one can directly interfere with the "low dimension".

In addition, because [Taoguo] is in a high dimension, everything on the earth is as clear as "looking far away from a high place".

In an instant, Ye Zuochen found his target.

call out!

The next second, the warm light and shadow in the living room under his feet suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Ye Zuochen appeared at the entrance of an alley that smelled of old garbage cans and the lingering stench of last night's rain.

puff--

As his body stabilized, a soft object with surprising heat and a faint sweet fragrance slammed into his arms.

The impact was not strong, but it carried a hint of panic.

Ye Zuochen didn't even need to think about it. His hands hanging by his side naturally rose up and firmly supported the slender body that was falling backwards due to the recoil.

"be careful."

"Thank you... thank you..."

The girl raised her head in shock, a few strands of her long silver hair sticking awkwardly to her cheeks, which were flushed from running.

Her clear green eyes looked at the person who supported her with panic and gratitude.

However, the moment her eyes touched Ye Zuochen's handsome face, an inexplicable good feeling instantly surged in her heart, diluting her panic and making the blush on her cheeks deepen.

The girl could even smell a warm scent on him, like pine wood exposed to the winter sun.

Ye Zuochen just turned his [Daoguo] and instantly "saw" everything about the girl.

Her name is "Index".

He grew up in St. George's Cathedral in England. His library of grimoires belongs to the Church of Necessary Evil, the Zeroth Parish of the English Puritan Church. Its official name is "Index-Librorum-Prohibitorum (Index of Forbidden Books)", and "Index" is an abbreviation.

The name of the magic is "Dedicatus 545 (Latin meaning: dedication)", and its meaning is "the dedicated lamb guards the knowledge of the strong."

Because he has a complete memory, he is given a heavy mission. His memory contains the contents of 130,000 magic books, and he is an expert in the "field before becoming a demon god."

The church, on the grounds of ensuring brain capacity, erases memories every year.

On July 28th of the previous year, at St. George's Cathedral in London, England, Index had her memory erased in the company of Kanzaki Kaori and Stiyl Magnus.

But when Index woke up, she found herself in Japan.

Index judged that Kamijou Kaori and Stiyl who were "hunting" her were members of a magic society that coveted 103,000 grimoires, so after waking up, she immediately fled to avoid the magicians' "hunt".

Not long ago, due to the chaos of the phase change, he fled to Academy City.

After all, those two had no time to take care of her.

Index hurriedly grabbed Ye Zuochen's wrist, which was still holding her arm, and tried to break free, her eyes anxiously looking into the depths of the alley: "Please let me go! The people chasing me are coming!"

As if to confirm her eagerness, a man's voice suddenly exploded in the narrow alley.

"flame……"

These two words are like sparks thrown into a gasoline barrel.

boom!

In the dark corners within sight, red flames suddenly rose up.

The flames greedily licked the eroded walls and potholed asphalt ground on both sides, making a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound. The heat wave spread rapidly, and the temperature in the alley soared to the limit that could bake people dry in the blink of an eye.

Just the core area of ​​the flames, the space within a diameter of three meters was instantly scorched and incinerated, the asphalt road softened into sticky black mud, emitting blue smoke, and the bricks and stones of the wall even began to silently melt into slurry.

The flames roared and rushed towards them, trying to devour the two people who collided in the alley.

Index's pupils constricted, and her scream was strangled deep in her throat.

Ye Zuochen remained unmoved. He simply raised his hand towards the raging wall of fire, gently grasped the raging flames, held them in his palm, and then rubbed them out.

The only thing left in the alley was the lingering smell of scorching air that distorted vision and the strong, pungent smell of burning.

"So he's not just an ordinary person, but a person with special abilities in this city? That doesn't seem likely. It's really strange."

A tall figure slowly walked out from the rolling and twisted heat waves left after the flames disappeared.

He was over two meters tall, with shoulder-length flame-red hair that undulated slightly in the steaming heat. His ten fingers were adorned with rough silver rings, his earlobes were adorned with a row of heavy earrings, and there was a barcode-shaped tattoo under his right eye.

Dressed as a priest, he now looked like a guide to the abyss.

"Stiyl Magnus."

His eyes swept over Ye Zuochen with interest, and finally landed on Index.

"Wait!" Index suddenly took a half step away from Ye Zuochen, opened her arms, and tried to protect him behind her. She stared at Stiyl, "Your target is me, right? Then please let this person go! He has nothing to do with you!"

"Oh? Let him go?" Stiyl exhaled a puff of green smoke. "That's true... but this handsome guy you're trying so hard to protect doesn't seem to have any intention of pretending he didn't see anything and disappearing obediently."

Ye Zuochen smiled and looked at Stiyl, "Actually, my target is you."

"Huh?" Stiyl obviously didn't expect this answer.

Ye Zuochen smiled and said, "My girlfriend is very interested in magicians and wants to meet one. Isn't it a coincidence? A magician just happened to deliver a magician to her house today. It saves me from having to look for him again. I'll invite you over to show her."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to hire someone!" Stiyl slowly pulled out a card engraved with dark red words from his arms, pinched it between his fingertips and began to spin it, and magic power suddenly burst out from his body.

"TIAFIMH (My hands are on fire)!"

"IHTSOTS (whose shape is a sword)!"

"AIHTR (It's His Job to Judge)!"

As the last syllable fell, the remaining scattered flames and scorching air in the alley swirled and gathered madly as if summoned by a king, and the blazing torrent condensed in Stiyl's hands.

"Flame Sord!"

A giant sword formed by violent flames is now in Stiyl's hand!

The tall body suddenly leaned forward, and with a step of the foot, a huge flaming sword tore through the air and slashed down towards Ye Zuochen.

"Danger--!"

Index's scream, filled with piercing terror, pierced the roar of the flames.

However, before the tail end of the scream faded away in the scorching alley, everything before his eyes suddenly underwent an incomprehensible change.

The image in the previous second was of Stiyl's ferocious face, a giant flaming sword that filled his vision, and the high temperature in the air that was enough to ignite the soul.

The next second, all the noise, color, temperature... in the picture changed.

Ye Zuochen was still standing there, without even a wrinkle on the corner of his clothes, as if no attack had ever come.

Stiyl Magnus fell heavily to the ground several meters away like a tattered sack that had been hit hard.

The tall body curled up, and dark red blood foam came out of his mouth, soaking the collar of the priest's robe.

The majestic flaming sword disappeared without a trace, and the hellish high temperature that melted the walls seemed to have never existed.

Index froze completely, her emerald eyes wide open. She turned her neck stiffly, looking at the eerily calm Ye Zuochen, then at Stiyl, who was curled up on the filthy ground in the distance, powerless to resist. Her lips trembled slightly, and she could only utter a faint, bewildered sound:

"Fa...what happened?"

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Soon after.

The courtyard was filled with the sweet aroma of baking muffins and the scent of green grass wet with morning dew.

Shokuhou Misaki leaned back in a white wicker chair, holding a remote control pointed at Stiyl Magnus.

The magician's expression was very ugly. He could feel that his own magic power was indeed disordered. Although it was not through a system, the other party was indeed exploring his memory.

"Well, magic does exist, there's no doubt about that." Shokuhou Misaki finally put down the remote and glanced at the long table a few steps away. "But, this magician traveled thousands of miles to sneak into Academy City just to save this child?"

"Don't say that..." Stiyl said quickly.

At the long table, Index was engrossed in another "battle".

The pure white nun's robe embroidered with gold thread was as gorgeous as a holy object in the sunlight, forming a wonderful contrast with her childish eating habits at the moment.

Her slender hands held a huge pancake drizzled with maple syrup, and she bit into it vigorously. Her cheeks were puffed up like a little hamster, and her green eyes were clear, reflecting the pure happiness of the food, as if the terrifying chase in the alley just now had never happened.

The empty plates and jam-stained knives and forks stacked beside her silently told of her achievements.

Shokuhou Misaki elegantly lifted her bone china cup and took a sip of black tea. Her voice echoed clearly in the courtyard, "I think you... or rather, those of you who have been indoctrinated with this theory, have misunderstood something fundamental."

"The reason you were told is that Index used her 'perfect memory ability' to cram the contents of 103,000 grimoires into her head."

"Over 85% of the brain's memory capacity is occupied, leaving only a paltry 15% to maintain function."

"With her abilities, within a year at most, this pitiful 15% will be filled with new memories. If she doesn't perform a memory wipe, her head will become like an overblown balloon—"

"Oh!"

She playfully made an explosion gesture, but her starry eyes held no trace of laughter. "It's going to explode. So, to save this precious life, we must painfully reset the bond we've built over the past year and start over. What a touching sacrifice, isn't it?"

Stiyl gasped violently, veins throbbing on his forehead. "Is there a problem...? This is the truth!"

"Problem? Don't underestimate human memory!" Shokuhou Misaki gently put down her teacup and raised her chin slightly. "From the perspective of neurophysiology and memory processing mechanisms, this statement is completely wrong! And I happen to be an expert in this field."

Index finally raised her head from the mountain of pancakes, her little face covered in syrup and crumbs.

With only one year's worth of memories, she didn't seem to understand the sharp tone in Shokuhou's words.