Absolute protagonist

The northern part of the continent, the capital of emerald.

The former capital of the Baia Empire and the holy city of the church.

The mage wearing a crimson robe stood in the magnificent hall of the church, facing the sacred and solemn statue in front of him. His temples were stained with frosty white, and there were faint wrinkles between his eyebrows. He looked at the statue with a calm and serious gaze, like a special researcher.

The mage's crimson robe seemed to be ignited by flames, and the red flames burned upward little by little from the bottom, showing clear-cut changes. Strands of silver threads intertwined into mysterious runes on the red robe, which seemed to highlight his identity that was different from other mages.

Golden rays of light fell from the high dome, and the dancing radiance illuminated the white wall behind the statue. The "God's Arrival" mural on the wall, painted by famous artists and lasting for hundreds of years, is lifelike in its glory.

It seems that the god in the painting really stepped down from the clouds in this brilliance, leaning down and extending his hand to the believers who were stuck in the mire, with unspeakable tenderness and compassion.

In front of the mural, the sacred and solemn statue of the god still stood silently. The unique coldness of the marble made him look silent and ruthless.

The red-robed mage stood quietly, admiring this extremely contradictory yet breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"What a pity..."

He sighed softly, turned around and walked out, without looking back, but clenched the staff in his hand.

The turbulent elemental fluctuations gathered at the top of the staff, like a small sun compressing and expanding. From the sky, a shower of meteors and fire fell.

The solemn and sacred cathedral burned in the sea of ​​​​fire, and the blazing flames alarmed countless nobles and civilians in the Emerald City.

"No!!!"

Some fanatical believers desperately rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire in an attempt to extinguish the heavenly fire, but in the end they were reduced to ashes together with the church. More people fell to the ground and subconsciously recited prayers to pray for God's forgiveness. Their twisted expressions were filled with unparalleled shock and fear, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably like a spasm, as if they were suddenly facing the baptism of the devil from purgatory.

The red-robed mage walked out of the sea of ​​fire. The apprentice standing respectfully behind him looked at the teacher with eyes full of surprise and confusion, as well as deep shock. He spoke in a low voice:

"Teacher, the nobles of the Emerald City have already agreed to the entry of our Magic Council, why do they want to destroy this sacred cathedral? I mean, at least... at least it can serve as the headquarters of our Magic Council, right?"

The apprentice's voice became smaller and smaller. At this time, he did not notice the faint trembling in his own voice.

"Why not?" The red-robed mage's voice was as calm as his expression. He stared at the statue, "The church has been rooted in this continent for thousands of years with the Baia Empire. Even if the so-called gods disappear, those who claim to be The priests of God's messengers have become ordinary people, and the ignorant still believe in the majesty of the church."

"They don't want to believe that they have been abandoned by God. Instead, they put all the blame on the pope and priests, and they are just praying for the return of gods."

If not, even with the support of most nobles, the mages would not have been able to enter this holy city so easily and "obey public opinion" to pull the high-ranking pope off the altar and judge him.

The apprentice opened his mouth: "But..."

"All of us grew up bathed in the glory of the church, and the first words we learned came from the creation poems of gods. The divine power of gods is almost rooted in everyone's heart, forming an unreachable towering holy mountain... "The red-robed mage turned around and stared at his apprentice, his gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts, "This includes me, and you. It also includes most of the council's mages."

The apprentice's breathing twitched subconsciously, as if something in his subconscious mind had been poked into him.

"If we cannot knock down the mountain in our hearts, our Magic Council will never be able to stop at the foot of the mountain. It will never be able to replace the status of the church."

He turned around and stared at the fanatic believers rushing towards the sea of ​​​​fire, and the people lying on the ground begging for God's forgiveness. Under the silver hair, the face that looked old and wise was showing a calm coldness at this moment.

"Only by stepping on the ruins of this temple can a new Magic Council be established."

The surging firelight illuminated half of the city behind him, and gusts of wind blew up above the sea of ​​fire. A mage wearing a red robe of the same style used flying skills to land. It's just that there are not so many delicate silver runes on the magic robe.

The new mage saluted the spiritual leader of the Magic Council in front of him.

"Lord Saugus, there is news from the south." He whispered, "There are still some omissions in the last operation, and the royal bloodline of the empire has not been completely eliminated."

Saugus's eyes immediately turned to him.

"The seventeenth prince of the Baia Empire who is living abroad, Isel Sivis, is probably not dead."

In the southern part of the continent, Kalai City.

This is an inconspicuous small town on the mainland, but the boundary between nobles and civilians is still as clear as a chasm. The nobles live concentratedly in a few blocks in the west of the city, while the common people live in a few black streets in the east side called slums.

At the end of one of the dark streets, in a dilapidated courtyard.

"哢哓——"

"ah!!!"

A scream rang out, and Chu Si let go of his hand and looked at the young man named Chris in the original owner's memory, holding his knees and screaming, as if he had not yet recovered from the pain of bone setting.

He shook his head in amusement.

…Since he was already injured, fell down, and lay in the puddle for so long, why did he only really react now?

“No way, just be patient for now.” He comforted her symbolically, “My power is not allowed to be used in this world. And the so-called divine arts mastered by the original owner of this body have also long been ineffective.”

“Of course, maybe you can also ask those red robes for help. I think they should be very happy.”

“No, this is already very good.” Chris shook his head and nodded quickly, and his pair of dark brown eyes quietly looked at the boy in front of him, “Thank you, honorable sir.”

Of course he knew who the red robes in the boy’s mouth were referring to.

Since the collapse of the empire, many nobles of all sizes have divided their territories and formed scattered principalities and kingdoms.

The first thing these countries did when they were established was to bring the church priests who had lost their divine arts to trial on the charge of disloyalty and blasphemy; the second thing was to welcome the entry of the Magic Council. Such a sensational event, even civilians in remote places like Chris have heard of it. Now every city has mages from the Magic Council, and Kalai City is no exception.

But...

Looking at the blood-stained ground in the yard, Chris couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Not long ago, he witnessed this mysterious existence take action, and more than a dozen red-robed mages just disappeared.

Not to mention that Chris had a general impression of mages because of Father Anderson. Even if he really had any ideas, he would never have the courage to implement them.

"Lord Issel!"

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the gate that had already fallen to the ground, and a little girl of eight or nine years old stepped over the door and ran in, with a panting blush on her thin and pale face. Her dark brown curly hair swayed in front of and behind her as she ran.

"Hu...Hu..."

"Lord Issel, I bought all the potion materials you mentioned." Isa raised a bulging bag of things in her hand like offering a treasure, and her sapphire-like eyes flickered twice, "With these, can Chris's injury be cured?"

"Well...I think it should be fine." The boy took the bag of things, and his golden hair swayed gently with his subtle movements. He smiled and blinked, his deep blue eyes were like a lake with ripples in the sun, "If everything goes well."

Isa immediately laughed happily.

Before the red-robed wizards came to the door, the original Issel immediately told the children here to stay in the house, and he went out alone. Therefore, until now that it was safe, Isa did not understand what happened.

She only knew that this Lord Issel, who seemed very arrogant before, now seemed much closer than before. Although this was just a gentle illusion.

The other children next to him couldn't help but cheer, looking at Chu Si with expectation in their eyes.

The curve of Chu Si's lips deepened, and his flawless face seemed to sparkle in the sun. He confidently took the bag of materials and utensils and walked into a room next door.

There were not only Chris's healing medicine, but also some other potions he prepared. After all, his power was currently limited in this world. Before he learned the extraordinary system of this world, he could only temporarily take the pharmacist route.

Magic potions... Although he was a novice, he had the original body's knowledge of pharmacy, and Chu Si also had experience in mixing chemical reagents. The principles in this regard were the same, so it should be very simple to get started, right?

Half an hour passed.

"Boom!"

With a cracking sound, another test tube exploded. A thick black smoke jumped out of it and exploded into a black cloud in front of Chu Si.

Chu Si:...

Looking at the pile of residue in front of him and the last test tube next to him, Chu Si blinked, his expression a little confused.

eEach operation is exactly the same as the description in the original body's memory, and the semi-finished potion is even more delicious and fragrant - no, it looks perfect, why does the last step always fail?

He carefully read the original body's memory again. Suddenly, he found that it seemed to mention that the preparation of potions in this world is not 100% successful. Even if each step is extremely accurate, there is only a 99% chance of success and a 1% chance of failure.

Because this is a world where gods exist, everyone believes in the fate that exists in the dark. And everyone's fate is up and down. Whether it is casting magic, divine arts, or configuring potions and refining equipment, a little luck is needed.

Thinking of this, Chu Si suddenly understood.

He has mastered the rules related to disasters, and he has never been bad at luck. He has reason to suspect that this is the petty world consciousness playing tricks.

"Really naughty..."

The endless power on the world source stone that is as bright as the sun in the system space was temporarily extracted by Chu Si. A hint of obscure momentum flashed faintly on him. There was a faint sound of thunder and lightning in the clear sky outside the window. But after a short moment, everything returned to calm.

After a faint deterrence and y transaction with a certain existence, Chu Si curled his lips happily, wrapped the prepared materials next to him with his mental power again, and once again put them into the preparation of the potion.

This time he really succeeded.

... As expected, he said that he couldn't be so stubborn: ).

The author has something to say: The next chapter will be posted later, it may be a bit late.

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