In the distance, enormous rock rings are constantly rotating, one layer connecting to another.

The enormous, thick white wings trembled slightly with the surging magic, and the heavy clouds trembled constantly, as unstable as twisting eyes and the body of a complete behemoth.

The top of the Magic City floats above the top of the world, with a circular opening constantly pouring in sunlight.

Three broken heads made of marble, as if smashed and then cut apart.

The sky was filled with scattered rocks bathed in sunlight, flowing slowly.

The light streaked through the air, piercing into the massive, twisting building before them.

The building gradually descended into the depths.

Hene felt a little dizzy as she stepped on the cloud-like ground.

She managed to steady herself, gazing at this unreal world, and thought she was no longer alive.

Just now, she felt as if her soul was leaving her body, no longer belonging to her.

Looking at the drifting clouds in the distance, Heni felt like she was about to faint again, having just recovered.

"here it is....."

"The seventh floor of Endymion".

Kokote began to explain to Henne in advance.

Returning to Endymion seemed to bring her some relief.

After all, this was the place where she had lived for decades.

She collapsed into the cloud beneath her, feeling the surrounding magic gathering towards her body.

The pale magic rope gradually dissipated, while Victor's trench coat swayed gently.

At this moment, Heim Horn emerged from the illusory clouds beside him, accompanied by his unique, ethereal voice.

Welcome to Endymion.

This welcome was naturally directed at Hene.

Hennie was slightly taken aback as she looked at Heim Horn in front of her.

She couldn't see the phantom mage's face clearly; it seemed to have a thousand faces, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

To be honest, Haim Horn was also sizing up Henney.

Before he saw Henney, he thought Victor was just fooling him.

How could someone possibly go from a first-tier mage to a third-tier mage in just three months?

Even now, he still can't figure out what makes Heni so special.

Since we can't figure it out by looking, we might as well wait for Viktor to tell us himself.

Just then, Viktor's voice rang out.

"Hasn't Congressman Kent arrived yet?"

Heim Horn looked at Viktor and explained somewhat embarrassedly:

"Well... Senator Kent is on his way, but he said that the independently developed aircraft has encountered some malfunctions and he will have to wait a while before he can arrive."

That's unnecessary.

This was Haim Horn's first thought.

As a member of parliament, with just a thought, one can instantly reach the seventh level of Endymion, shattering the sky, no matter where one is.

But since they like the feeling of flying over, he had nothing to say.

After all, every member of parliament has some quirks or quirks of their own.

Viktor nodded understandingly, and his calm voice continued:

“Well then, before Senator Kent arrives, Heim, open the Magic Library.”

The Magic Library contains all the magical artifacts of the entire mage capital.

Heim Horn had no doubts. After all, Heni, who had just become a third-tier mage, did need to learn some third-tier magic to solidify her skills.

He even kindly spoke up to Henne, saying:

"To enter the magic library, you only need to go to the standard areas that are accessible to third-tier mages."

"Try to avoid getting close to the fourth-tier area; the magical knowledge there might confuse you."

It is common sense that monks should avoid contact with knowledge of those of higher social classes.

But at that moment, Henney simply smiled slightly at Haim Horn.

"Senior Heim."

"I am not the one who wants to learn magic."

Heim Horn blinked in bewilderment, then glanced at Victor again.

If it wasn't you, could it be him?

He knew very well what kind of psychopath Viktor was.

Does someone like that lack magical abilities?

Just as Heim Horn was about to ask what was going on, Victor put his hands in his pockets and looked at Kokot.

"She is the one who wants to learn magic."

"ah?"

Kokot sat up straight at Heim Horn's utterly bewildered voice.

She raised one hand, with an incredibly confident smile.

A vast ocean of magical power suddenly surged from her body.

In just a moment, it filled the entire seventh level of Endymion.

Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—

Countless star rings, etched with runes, grew out from behind Kokot, one after another.

This wasn't a magic circle, but Heimhorn was even more shocked than if he had seen one.

Heim Horn had met him before.

That is something only a fifth-tier mage can possess.

Magic Wheel.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry."

Kokot's gaze was mocking, and his voice, in an extremely arrogant tone, rang softly in Heimhorn's ears.

"Suddenly I'm at level five, and I'm running out of magic."

"Congressman Horn, could you recommend a few for me?"