After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

If everything goes as it should—

Then maybe at the age of 60 or [-], he can also step into the realm of legend and leave his own strong and colorful stroke in the history of arcane arts.

And maybe—the ignorant feelings between brothers and sisters that started in the White Pagoda will blossom and bear fruit one day.

if..

There is no such thing as a "witch hunt."

The jihad that swept across the entire continent and lasted for hundreds of years...

Will the young and immature fantasies, and the stable future that was once within reach...

They were all annihilated in the holy flames of the Lieyang and the God of Truth.

"my teacher.."

"The last Lord of the White Tower was a peak existence in the field of life magic. He was once evaluated by the Church of the Goddess of Abundance and Mother Earth as desecrating the domain of the gods..."

"That day."

"He used his own strength to counteract the divine descent of Lieyang and the God of Truth, and severely injured his divine descendant."

"Because of this, in the ensuing cleansing, those witch hunting troops who lost the blessing of the gods."

"It was not found that he was seriously injured and dying in the previous battle—"

"I was transformed into an undead race bone demon by my teacher with the last magic power, and I was hiding in the subspace."

..

"According to the teacher's last instruction."

"He hoped that I could remain anonymous so as to avoid being hunted by the Church of the Gods, and spend my life in a mediocre way, passing on the knowledge of the White Tower along the way."

"However, I, who has always been the most obedient, let the teacher down..."

"That's the place that carries all my memories, all my past life!"

"It's just ruined like this... How can I just forget my hatred like this and start a new life like a normal person!"

"From the moment I transformed into a bone demon, I made an oath..."

"In this life, I only live to drag that high sun god into the abyss."

The illusory dead soul narrated calmly.

But the emotion contained in his words, even Shire's "calmness" cannot be completely eliminated.

And Charles listened quietly like this.

"In the subspace where the White Tower was hit by the gods and was about to collapse, I spent decades adapting to my dead body and this broken world without magic nets."

"Then, I spent nearly a hundred years traveling the continent, looking for clues from various ancient ruins, and practicing from scratch the necromantic spells that were strictly blocked in the past—"

"And then, 30 years after the end of the Witcher's Three Towers, the last of the three towers of the Witcher..."

"I have finally advanced to the Legendary Stage as a Lich."

"Became the first immortal four pages since the establishment of the White Tower."

In a world without magic nets, manipulating a completely unfamiliar body... Looking for clues about the Necromancer School from countless destroyed ancient books.

Then, climb the legend step by step.

What an appalling feat.

However, in the words of the dead soul, there is not a single bit of self-satisfaction.

"However, even if I become a legend, it doesn't really mean anything."

"After completing the witch hunt, the Orthodox Church has completely controlled the entire continent, and almost the residents of the entire continent are shallow believers of the gods."

"As a legendary necromancer, I may be able to shake the church's rule in a village, a small town, a city, or a dominion—"

"But once exposed, what awaits me is inevitable demise."

"After all, in the bright world favored by the gods, the most beloved story among bards—"

"It is the young, brave man chosen by the church who has been blessed by the bishop, holds the holy sword, and purifies the undead creatures and necromancers curled up in the dark cave."

"And even if the young braves stumble."

"After that, there will also be the legendary god-favored person in the church...and the god-descend when necessary."

"All I can do is wait patiently—"

"And, day after day of research, I hope to discover the flaws of the true god..."

The dead soul smiled bitterly.

"This is undoubtedly a stupid and reckless attempt. Countless legendary mages in the Three Towers of the past have made countless efforts to desecrate the domain of the gods, but most of them can only return without success."

"Fortunately.."

"As an undead race - a lich, what I need most is time."

"What's even more gratifying is..."

The ghost's words paused slightly.

"I won the bet."

..

The spiritual power of the dead soul flickered, resonating with Charles' spiritual ocean.

Soon, a stream of information was transmitted to Shire's spiritual ocean.

Ciel closed his eyes and analyzed the arcane model contained in that information stream.

After a moment, Charles nodded.

He offered sincere compliments: "Brilliant idea."

"That's right!"

The words of the dead soul were suddenly high-spirited.

"I'm self-aware of my talent. I can't compare to geniuses like my teacher and tower masters. Being able to reach the legendary realm is the result of squeezing my full potential."

"So, in terms of absolute strength, it is absolutely impossible for me to rival the Church of the Seven Gods at the same time."

"In that case, then do the opposite—"

"The power and authority of the gods all come from the beliefs of the believers. The power of thousands of beliefs has gathered to form the foundation of the existence of the gods, rather than attribute the great power to ourselves like us wizards and other extraordinary beings."

"This is the most fundamental logic of the existence of gods."

"But it is also their biggest flaw."

"If——a certain formula of magical power can be mixed into the power of faith that constitutes the foundation of the existence of gods."

"The specific magic program will disguise itself and continuously assimilate the original pure power of faith around it, and the polluted power of faith will also become a new source of infection according to the program, and continue to assimilate everything around..."

Charles nodded: "Trojan horse virus."

"That's right, a virus is the most appropriate description!"

"Even if it's just an insignificant magical program at the beginning, it can spread exponentially in a very short period of time like a disease or plague."

"Shake the gigantic size of the gods with a tiny amount of power!"

The voice of the dead soul suddenly became agitated.

This is what he has explored after hundreds of years of thinking day and night...

The ultimate curse to blaspheme the gods with a mortal body.

"Really a great idea."

Charles nodded again.

After I noticed the existence mode of the gods by analyzing the fragments of divine power, I did have this idea.

However, the gods on the Western Continent had long since disappeared, and Charles was unable to find a suitable subject for the experiment.

In addition, there is more than one kind of mythical forbidden spell that I imagined in my mind, so it is still in the hypothetical stage of the arcane model.

But I didn't expect it..

A person who lived in a civilization in the Middle Ages and never experienced the baptism of modern thinking——

Even their homeland has been destroyed, and even a wizard who doesn't have a research partner to discuss with...

To be able to rely on one's own power, under the drive of hatred, to research such a forbidden spell over nearly a thousand years of time.

..

"Of course, ideas are just ideas."

"If you really want to put it into practice, if you want to turn it into a practical forbidden spell, the difficulty is still extremely high..."

"The gods are not fools...it is impossible to know that you have such a weakness and let it go."

"According to my research and observation for nearly a thousand years, I found that they deal with the power of faith extremely strictly. The power of faith of most shallow believers can only stay in the outermost layer of the kingdom of God..."

"These powers of faith exist in different regions, completely isolated from each other, and are only used temporarily when needed."

"In this way, even if there is a mistake, it will only be limited to a small area."

"And the power of faith that constitutes the core of their kingdom and throne comes from the purest believers in each church—"

"These people are true fanatics, and their beliefs are pure and unshakable."

"Because of being favored by the gods, their combat power is extremely powerful. One can imagine the difficulty of attacking these people."

"I know, I only have one chance."

"I must not fail, because once I fail, all previous efforts will be in vain..."

"so.."

"I'm still waiting..."

The words of the dead soul were very deep, but Charles could hear the arrogance in it.

"Obviously, you've waited again."

"That's right.. If Goddess of Luck exists, then she must not be a selfish god, but a conceptual incarnation like the Goddess of Magic—"

"2000 years after the Tower of Pure White was destroyed, when I can't even remember the faces of my teacher and junior sister clearly, I, the last abandoned child of the Tower of Pure White...

"Finally got the favor of fate."

The looming ghost raised his head.

It was only at this moment that Charles could see his face clearly.

This is a bookish, fat middle-aged man, wearing a pure white wizard robe.

Obviously, he never really recognized the self who transformed into a lich in his heart.

That's why the dead soul after death will show the appearance of him when he was a wizard of the White Tower.

"The Blessed One"

"I don't know if you have heard of this physique."

"The seat of the gods and the kingdom of God exist in the gap between the astral world and the outer world."

"Even if ordinary people have the ability to travel in the astral world, it is difficult to find its location. Even if they succeed by chance, they will be noticed by the gods and they can only fight head-on."

"However, for the favored ones of the astral world—"

"In the star world, it can ignore all defenses, obstacles and hiding, directly perceive, and even interfere with everything in it, even the kingdoms and thrones of the gods are no exception!"

In the originally plain words of the dead soul, there was a bit of emotional fluctuation suddenly.

"This kind of physique is extremely rare, and it may not appear once in a thousand years... I also discovered it by accident in ancient books."

"And after confirming the authenticity of this news, I waited for hundreds of years—"

"Then, relying on prophecy spells, I finally discovered the location of the newly born "Star Blessed Ones" ahead of the church. "

"During that operation, my whereabouts were noticed by the Church."

"Several major churches dispatched more than five legends to round up me."