I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

This space is a completed world.

Darkness and spots of light.

In the center of the vast spherical room where the night sky was darkened, a wooden chair floated.

Although the shape alone is enough to call it luxurious, the faded look of the wood has a nice charm and doesn't give off an off-putting sense of luxury. On the contrary, just by existing here, the surrounding atmosphere can be transformed into a more solemn one.

At first glance, it looks like a special seat for a certain prince or nobleman. But if this is really the case, this chair should not exude such a strong sense of presence, so strong that even if a head of state sits on this chair, he will be considered an accessory of the chair, not the owner of the chair. If an ordinary person sat on this chair, he would probably be instantly engulfed by the sense of presence emanating from the chair.

This is a chair that makes people think so.

This space is prepared to celebrate this chair.

The current situation makes people have to accept this kind of evaluation even if they hear it, but——

The man who was wearing an aura of solemnity that was even more majestic than the chair was making the back of the chair creak loudly.

"Well……"

If this room is a miniature of the universe, then the man sitting on the chair in the center of the room is surrounded by an aura befitting the identity of its owner.

This is an elderly man, who looks about 50 to 60 years old. Although his beard and hair are white, his waist is straight. His strong body is more oppressive than that of a middle-aged man in the prime of life. His forehead, eyebrows and corners of his eyes are... The wrinkles add a touch of vicissitudes accumulated over a long period of time to the old man, but there is no aging that the elderly should have.

The most impressive thing is the old man's eyes, which have no special features or color. They are just deep and deep, just like the starry sky around the old man. You can't see the end at a glance, as if these eyes contain countless things. the mystery.

The old man's name is Kishua Zelrich Shobain Ogu.

In the secular world, his reputation is unknown, but in the mysterious world, he is known to everyone.

The name itself represents a legend. People in the world either admire or fear him, or for various purposes, they have given him various names: the second magician, the highest magician, the magician. Marshal, Jewel Man, the fourth seat of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostles, he is a man who truly stands at the top of the mysterious side.

"This axis is wrong."

The old man slid the fingers of his right hand in the air, causing the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls to rotate.

"Is this polarized light also completely destroyed?"

"Oh, this is a pretty good cut."

Then, the pages of the book floating in front of the old man's eyes flipped up in response to his movements, recording various "intelligence" in real time.

There are strange patterns painted on the title page of the book, which seem to be countless concentric circles stacked on top of each other, with dense lines radiating outward from the center of the circles.

Some of these lines extend to the outermost circle and continue to diverge outwards, while others stop at one layer.

The book is about as thick as an ordinary encyclopedia dictionary.

It is obviously so huge, but every time the old man slides his finger, thousands or tens of thousands of pages appear and then disappear.

The old man continued this work for a while, and seemed to have discovered something. The old man's fingers paused.

"Huh? This is-"

The rapidly turning pages of the book stopped, and the expression that had only been slightly fluctuating finally changed significantly.

On the open page of the book, there is a boy who looks like a mixture of Eastern and Western races.

The cloak covering the body, short dark blue curly hair, and dark blue eyes constitute the boy's most obvious features.

There is a red mark in the spare part of the page - Project I Experimental Subject, No. 13.

The old man stared at the boy on the page quietly, motionless, and the entire spherical space seemed to be at a standstill.

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe minutes, maybe hours. In this spherical space, there is no way to know the passage of time.

The old man slowly exhaled, and the stagnant space finally resumed operation.

"Finally, one experimental body has made some achievements. Project I. Only three of the thirteen experimental bodies can still be observed. The rest either died due to accidents or lost their future due to quantum fixation."

"The soul sent specially by the young man who claimed to be from Semuria, the soul that was originally not in my plan, is this the variable he found to change the future?"

"No. 13, let me see how far you can go, but before that -"

The old man moved his eyes away from the page and moved to his left hand.

There is a ring on the thumb of his left hand. The gemstone on the ring contains powerful magic power.

Along with a burst of radiance of magic power, a low, magnetic female voice came from the ring.

"I think it's about time you contacted me, Zelritch."

"You're still so sharp, Queen Scathach."

A long-lost smile appeared on the old man's face. The laughter passed through the gemstone ring and transcended the barriers of time and space.

"Then you should know my purpose of contacting you."

"About the creation of the third magic, the Cup of Heaven? Or about one of my new disciples?"

"Both, the third magic, and the child are an attempt."

There was an inexplicable sonority and sadness in the old man's voice. Only Scathach, who had mastered the cause and effect in the world and had lived for a long time, could understand that emotion. She said nothing more and went directly to the topic.

"The 'Cup of Heaven' is indeed the same as your second magic. It is a power that can affect the world. But only the 'Cup of Heaven' is not enough. It is just power. If there is no magic user like you to exercise it, dye It's only a matter of time before we add other colors. If this continues, the power of miracles will one day disappear."

"You are right, that's why it needs to be purified."

Hearing the old man's answer, Scathach let out a soft "Oh".

"It seems that you have grasped some kind of key."

"Yes." The old man nodded calmly, "But I cannot directly intervene in this matter. If I interfere too much, the world is likely to be completely determined, so I need to choose a suitable executor."

"There's no need to choose, he's qualified."

The old man knew very well that he was referring to the character on the page of the book in front of him.

"Are you sure he can? It's not an easy job."

"That's why he is. He said that he would realize my wish. If I can't overcome this obstacle, how can I end my eternity?"

Scathach's attitude gave the old man the answer to another question.

"It seems I no longer need to ask about his evaluation."

"Let's make an agreement first. You can let him work, but you are not allowed to accept him as a disciple. There is not much difference between becoming your disciple and becoming a useless person. I finally saw a little hope. If it is shattered because of you, you will wait for me. It’s the ‘Destroying Stab’.”

"Keep this in mind, Your Majesty Scathach."

The old man's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. He waved his right hand, and the red mark on the page changed accordingly——

"Executor of Plan H, Experimental Subject of Plan I—Matou Shinji!"