"A miracle! This is a real miracle!"
Next to the majestic and magnificent city.
Some people looked up at this magnificent city and expressed their praises with disbelief.
Overnight, such a city was created out of thin air among the barren mountains.
No matter how you look at it, this is a complete miracle.
Even in the Western Continent today, the mythical creatures that walk the land have never done anything similar.
After all, expecting those half-crazy mythical creatures to carry out these detailed processes is really too difficult for them.
Although this city of miracles seemed to have descended overnight, it appeared in the location of the Watcher's Hill, which was previously regarded as a forbidden zone for life by the surrounding residents and was rarely visited by people.
But the emergence of a city will eventually be noticed by people.
...
...
Then, related news spread across the Western Continent like an explosion.
"The City of God's Gift", "The Territory of Revelation", "The Land of Miracles"...
Countless praises and eulogies have been bestowed upon this apocalyptic city by those who have good intentions.
Some people speculate that this city was built on the Hill of Watchers and was the work of the former Lord of the Giant King's Court.
The original Giant King did not die in the Cataclysm, but revived after a long time and rebuilt the original Giant King's Court.
Some people also say that this is due to the power of a holy relic left in the Giant King's Court by the Creator of the Glorious Age.
There are even many pilgrims who travel thousands of miles just to see this miraculous feat.
…
"The City of Miracles?"
“I don’t really like this title.”
"I personally don't have any hatred towards those mythical creatures of the Western Continent, or rather, I have never had any encounter with them before..."
"But he seems to have quite a few enemies among the gods."
"Since he is his enemy... then he is naturally my enemy as well."
The center of the city known as the City of Miracles.
Inside that majestic and magnificent pitch-black tower that reaches into the sky.
The golden elf sat upright on a cold chair, overlooking the people below.
Pale golden threads of magic power lingered around her body, causing ripples to appear in the air.
Although they were in the same dark tower as the people below, the ripples in space that were like water waves made them seem as if they were in two different worlds.
"But this city you created needs a name."
Among the crowd below, an old man spoke carefully.
Those gathered in the black tower at the moment are all strong men with at least six rings, and there are also many legends.
They all have an extraordinary status in human society, some are the king of a country, some are the famous swordsman, and some are the master.
However, at this moment.
In this extremely dark tower.
Looking up at the light golden chair, there is this cold and mysterious golden elf.
There was deep awe in the eyes of these powerful men.
Their coming here was more of an audience than a visit.
Ordinary people only knew that a city appeared overnight on the originally deserted Watcher's Hill.
As the strongest and most powerful people among humans, they know much more...
For example, the announcement that spread throughout the entire star realm came from the hands of the master who created the miracle city in front of him.
Regardless of whether it was the announcement that spread throughout the star realm or the great feat of creating a city overnight, it was undoubtedly proclaiming that... the status of the high elf in front of him had already surpassed the so-called legendary realm.
Even the word "demigod" cannot fully describe it.
It is an existence that goes beyond legend, beyond people's understanding of so-called mythical creatures, so-called demigods... a higher level of existence.
Perhaps there are such gods in the Western Continent today... But even for legends, these gods who stand at the pinnacle of mythological creatures are like elusive dragons.
He is the supreme being who truly needs to be worshipped and paid homage to.
"Name?"
On the red-gold chair, the golden elf nodded.
After a long time, she smiled slightly, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
“He always said – ‘Knowledge is power’”
"In that case, let's call this city the City of Knowledge..."
“The city of knowledge.”
Below, the old man who had spoken earlier repeated in a low voice.
Among all the people who came to the Black Tower for an audience, his aura was the most powerful. Unlike ordinary legends, he could be said to have reached the end of the legend.
And he seemed to be the representative nominated by all the audience for communication.
"According to your Majesty's wishes... we will publicize the name of the "City of Knowledge" to the entire human society. ”
The old man spoke respectfully.
"Also, please allow me to confirm one thing with you."
After saying this, he hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Excuse me--"
"The things you broadcast in the astral world."
"That is a brand new path that does not require us to plunder divinity and authority, but allows us to rely on our own strength to reach the divine realm—"
“Do things called “magic” and “arcane” really exist? ”
The old man knew very well that with his strength, it would undoubtedly be a very risky thing to ask such questions doubting the authenticity of the words of this great man who could create a city overnight.
There are countless bloody cases in those religious countries that are occupied by mythical creatures and spread faith.
In front of those half-crazy and tyrannical mythological creatures, even a monarch could end up with no remains left if he showed even the slightest disrespect.
However, the old man still asked such a question.
There was no way. The information conveyed in the star broadcast was simply too important for him.
A brand new path that has nothing to do with divinity or authority, and can take you one step further than legend without being tainted by pollution or madness.
For someone like him who has been stuck in the realm of legendary limit for hundreds of years and whose life span is about to come to an end, this is like a life-saving straw.
However, the old man's questioning did not, as he had expected, arouse the disgust or even anger of the mysterious golden elf in front of him.
She just glanced down at the crowd in front of her.
"Saying something like this..."
"So before this, you humans have never heard of things like 'arcana' and 'magic'? ”
"Never heard of it."
The old man shook his head in confusion.
When it comes to the desire to break through the legend, there may be no one in the entire Western Continent more fanatical than him.
Otherwise, he would not have visited here knowing that he might be bewitched or even plotted against by the evil god.
If there really were rumors of "magic" and "arcane" in the Western Continent before, then he should have heard of it without a doubt.
“Is that so…”
On the chair, the golden elf girl's eyes drooped slightly.
"So--"
"Have you ever heard of ..."
“The name “Char Eggot”? ”
The old man looked back somewhat dazedly and met the other human legends behind him.
There is no doubt that all they received from each other's gazes was pure confusion.
With a legendary memory, he would never forget even a name he heard accidentally, let alone a name mentioned by this high elf who could be described as a god. The name must be an existence with countless reputations and legends in the Western Continent.
However, no matter which legend it was, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he never gained anything from the ocean of memory.
“As expected…”
Sitting on the red-gold chair, the golden elf girl sighed softly.
Without too much verification, just from the mental fluctuations of the crowd below... she could clearly know that the old man's confused expression was not a hypocritical lie, but a true lack of knowledge.
Given their status, they were not capable of lying in front of the golden elf girl.
"Teacher Char..."
Her words sounded vague and distant.
"How many secrets are hidden in you..."
Obviously, Teacher Char is so powerful.
Even when he first met me, he had already broken through the boundaries of legend.
So far, even after five hundred years, Hathaway has never seen a human being more powerful than him in the Western Continent.
This is a world where transcendence exists and great power belongs to oneself.
According to common sense, the strongest person in the human race like Char must be known to everyone in the entire human community.
Including the magic and arcane arts he taught himself.
One can clearly know from the inventory of the great library as deep as the ocean that this is a skill and knowledge as vast as the ocean that has been studied and improved by countless people and generations of wizards.
It is worth a legend's lifelong effort to explore and pursue. She originally thought that whether it was Char or magic and arcane, they must be well-known in the Western Continent.
However, when he returned from the star realm and actually set foot on the land where Teacher Char was born and raised.
Hathaway was surprised to find that
Even though I searched every corner of the Western Continent.
However, the young man disappeared along with the magic he taught, as if he had never left any trace on the Western Continent.
It was as if, in the eyes of the world, all impressions and memories of that young man had accompanied him into the abyss and were forgotten by the world.
"but……"
"Even if the whole world has forgotten you."
"but--"
"I am the only one who will always keep you firmly in my heart."
I don't know why.
At this moment, a hint of joy flashed through the heart of the golden elf girl.
This joy made Hathaway herself feel a little surprised... She carefully examined her own heart, and only then did she realize the source of that joy from the depths of her spiritual world.
Originally, Hathaway thought that Char was already a well-known strong man in the Western Continent.
Even... maybe he already has a wife, children, and family, and even his own clan.
After all, on the Lost Island, it was very common for powerful legendary figures and clan elders to have large numbers of wives and concubines, and children everywhere.
At this moment, after learning that no one knew about Char in the Western Continent and that he had no family... Hathaway felt a surge of joy in her heart.
There is only one person in this world who knows that young man, and he is also the only one who knows his secret and can monopolize his joy.
This thought just flashed through her mind, and the next moment, Hathaway felt an unconcealable guilt in her heart.
"You really are a hopelessly selfish elf... Hathaway."
She expressed silent self-mockery.
It is obvious that his creation, the things called arcane and magic, are great achievements that are enough to rewrite the entire course of the times and the direction of civilization.
However, he was proud of himself for having the exclusive right to know his secret.
How selfish he is, just like a villain.
A mocking smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
Then, he looked down at the crowd below who seemed somewhat trembling with fear.
"Were you asking whether what I announced in the astral broadcast was true?"
"Now I can answer you."
"That's true."
Hathaway's words were indifferent.
At this moment, an illusory light appeared behind her.
At this moment, the rustling sound of countless pages being turned could be heard.
In that illusory light, mysterious books engraved with profound and ancient words appeared silently.
Then, one book after another quietly fell on the large, neatly arranged bookshelf.
In a flash, behind Hathaway, fantasy turned into reality.
A vast and boundless area, as if a large library that contained all the stars, quietly appeared.
"Arcane... magic."
"From first-level cantrips... to forbidden spell-level spells."
"Everything called magic is contained in this great library."
"As long as you join this place, join the Darkest Tower, and become a member of the Black Tower... you can freely enter and leave the Black Tower Library to study according to your rank."
Hathaway's words were unusually cold, yet they carried a certain mysterious majesty.
The sound that was like the sound of wind chimes ringing at midnight turned into ancient words.
In the void above the Black Tower Library, lines of scarlet-gold text condensed.
"Inside the Black Tower, the gods are forbidden to enter"
"Everything is self-governing in the Black Tower, and racial distinctions are prohibited. Regardless of whether you are a dragon, human, elf, dwarf, or drow... anyone who pursues the arcane and the truth first is a member of the wizard."
"You cannot use anti-military magic or large-scale illusions on ordinary people."
…
These are rows of red-gold rules.
The moment the words appeared, it seemed as if countless illusory golden chains stretched across the entire black tower.
That is the embodiment of the rules in this area.
It is not just a dogma on paper, but there are really new rules imposed in this magnificent tower, binding all the people in the black tower.
Suddenly, several illusory chains of rules surged—
The next moment, several people in the crowd disappeared. As the space cracks closed, they disappeared into the black tower and appeared outside the Watcher's Hill.
The old man's eyes moved slightly.
He recognized those people who were penetrated by the chain of rules and then disappeared.
They are all believers who are attached to a certain god, and they are surrounded by the divinity bestowed upon them. Perhaps they came here to test the situation according to the will of their own gods...
But at this moment they were all forcibly teleported out.
The rule that "Gods are forbidden to enter the Black Tower" is not just a superficial decoration, but an extremely clear law.
But at this moment, the old man completely ignored the believers who were teleported away by the chain of rules.
He just stared silently at the lines of pale golden black tower rules in the air.
After a long while, the old man said softly, "Is that all that is required?"
He knows very well that there is no free lunch in this world.
As a person involved, he was very clear about what a brand new path that could break through the boundaries of legend without relying on divinity meant to these powerful people who had been trapped in legend for a long time.
He had thought that the other party would make rather stringent demands, and he had even prepared himself for the possibility that the mysterious golden elf before him would recruit believers like those mythical creatures and make himself and others his slaves and vassals.
But I didn't expect that the rules proposed by the other party were just this.
Apart from restricting the Black Tower's interference in ordinary people, there are almost no mandatory clauses, and even freedom has not been lost.
"Don't get me wrong...I'm not that generous."
"If it were me, I would definitely sell this kind of arcane knowledge at a high price. How could I take it out so easily..."
Hathaway looked at the crowd below who were talking and whispered softly.
"But this is his creation..."
“It’s also his dream.”
She stood up and looked towards the silent Black Tower Library.
“The ‘him’ that Your Majesty has mentioned over and over again… ”
"Who is he?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and finally asked the question.
This was a question that all the audience members were curious about from the very beginning.
There is no one who does not want to know what kind of person is the one mentioned in that tone by the nearly god-like golden elf in front of them.
To be able to be respected so much by a powerful person who stood at the pinnacle of the post-Cataclysm era and could be described as a true god...
Could it be——
Has the Creator who once shone so brightly really resurrected again?
And Hathaway's eyes only flashed a little bit of reminiscence.
“He…”
"He's just a big liar who tells a good story."
A slight smile appeared on the golden elf's delicate and flawless mouth.
"However, although I like to talk to myself and fool people on weekdays."
"But he is the true master of this extremely dark tower, this city of knowledge."
"You should also be grateful to him."
"His name is Char...Char Eggot."
"And I—"
"He is just the eldest disciple of Teacher Xia..."
"And, just one of his admirers."
The golden elf girl's calm words caused an uproar below.
However, Hathaway paid no attention to the crowd below.
She just quietly looked out the window of the black tower.
That endless sea, and above the endless sea, is the direction of the huge whirlpool that connects to the abyss barrier.
"Since, Mr. Char, you said... you want to create a tower that belongs only to wizards, where everyone, regardless of race, can freely and carefreely learn the arcane arts and delve into magic, regardless of whether they are humans, dragons, or elves."
"So--"
"Then let me fulfill your dream."
"Then--"
"Let your name be known throughout the world along with the Black Tower."
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