Hearing this long-lost name, Charles was involuntarily shocked and froze in place for a moment, speechless.
At the same time, the name seemed to have turned into an invisible key, getting into his mind, and inadvertently opened up the memories that had been sealed deep in his soul.
He couldn't help but think of how many years ago, he seemed to be like today, offering sacrifices and worshiping in front of the other party's broken altar, just to pray for the other party's blessings.
Day after day, year after year.
"What do you want?"
One day, somewhere in the dark, he vaguely heard a response from the gods in his mind.
"I crave knowledge."
He remembered what he said in front of the altar.
At that time, he was still a magic apprentice who was not afraid of the sky or the earth. He still had a beating heart and an energetic body, and was deeply attracted by the vast knowledge of magic. In his opinion, as long as he could understand the laws of the world, the power of magic would
The truth is that he can do whatever it takes, including faith, freedom, and even life.
But his dream is limited by his magical talent.
His mentor told him that even becoming a magician would be difficult in his lifetime, let alone being promoted to a legend, traveling between planes, and exploring the mysteries of the ultimate laws of the world.
Because of this, he placed his hope on the altar of an "evil god" of unknown origin.
He did get his wish.
But the cost is equally huge.
From that day on, he forgot his original name and became Darkness, the carrier of the consciousness of the God of Darkness to come to the world.
At the same time, he also came into contact with the knowledge that he dreamed of, which was far beyond his own level. Although this knowledge was really difficult to understand, it made his spirit step by step closer to madness.
"Do you regret it?" He once asked himself in his heart.
Then he shook his head without hesitation.
He knew that when the beauty of the order of the universe was clearly displayed in front of him, even life was just a small price to pay.
only……
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Allen put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out from the shadow behind the door.
With every step he took, the magic flames used to illuminate the library dimmed a little; by the time he stopped in front of Charles Blake, these flames were only flickering sparks.
At this time, in Charles's view, although Allen's appearance was no different from before entering the forbidden book area, his aura became completely different. Although he was not violent, he was as fierce as a mountain and not angry.
I just heard him say leisurely:
"There are no useless gears in this world, and only the gear itself can determine its own use.
"I know that over the years, you have been blaming yourself for not doing what I asked you to do, thinking that you are useless.
"But have you ever thought that for most mortals, just a glimpse of those vast seas of knowledge will immediately lead to a mental breakdown? Let alone writing most of "Origin" for me like you did back then."
Charles still lowered his head and did not speak.
But for some reason, he faintly felt that compared to the past, this returning god seemed to have a bit more of the atmosphere of human fireworks.
"How many years have you been waiting here?"
"I can't remember," Charles said with a stiff smile on his pale face, "Dead people have no sense of time."
"So...do you have any other requests?"
"I..." Charles closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said, "If you allow me, I hope that after my death, my soul can return to your kingdom of God."
He thought that if the other party could agree to his request, then maybe he could continue to explore the secrets that he could not solve while he was alive in the endless years after his death.
He had waited in the library for so many years for this purpose.
"My Kingdom of God?" After hearing this, a smile of joy or sadness appeared on Allen's face, "I think... you may be disappointed."
But Charles persisted.
In his empty eyes, there was a gleam of expectation.
Allen sighed silently.
The magic flame in the library went out immediately.
Then, a burst of black mist emerged from the library, completely engulfing the two figures.
When the black fog dissipated, Charles was already lying on the ground quietly, lifeless.
His soul has left.
But on his thin face, the corners of his mouth were raised, filled with a bright smile.
This is a smile that he has not seen in decades.
Seeing such a scene, Allen knelt down and reached out to close his eyes for him. He no longer had the majestic aura he had just now.
"Rest in peace," he said softly, as if he were facing an old friend who had not seen you for many years. "I hope you can find the answer you want in that desolate kingdom of God."
Allen didn't know whether the former God of Darkness was really as aloof and emotionless as the legend described.
But as far as he was concerned, facing someone like Charles who dared to sacrifice everything for the pursuit of knowledge, he couldn't help but be moved by him.
He can't even deceive the other party with white lies.
"Oh, it's so tiring to play a god..." He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Then, he stood up, holding "Origin" in hand, and strode towards the door of the library.
It was already dusk and the sky was getting dark.
However, Allen's aura of power gradually increased as the night fell.
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Selina waited quietly outside the library.
She carefully read "Flickering Light" and was completely immersed in the magical world.
After a few minutes, as if she had found the answer she wanted, she put the book aside, pondered for a moment, and then began to recite the spell silently.
What she plans to try is the first-level magic "Ice Dagger".
After she finished speaking, a lot of fragmented ice crystals appeared in her palms. They were not cold and not sharp, but they looked crystal clear and especially cute.
"Awesome! It worked in one go!" she thought happily, "Selena, you are such a genius! I will reward you with tiramisu tonight!"
Then at this moment, something strange happened.
Behind her, there suddenly came a burst of strong magical pressure, which made her feel deeply palpitated.
The ice crystal in her hand instantly shattered into countless powders.
"Which high-level magician is being promoted?" she thought curiously.
According to the description in "Flickering Light", she knew that this was a special phenomenon that occurred when a magician advanced in level and triggered a tide of magic power from the void.
In her opinion, it was obvious that only high-level magicians of level six or above could cause such a strong sense of oppression to her in terms of momentum.
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ps: Because I have a cold and my head is dizzy, this chapter has been postponed until now. I am very, very sorry.
ps2: The last few chapters have been about the exploration and transformation of the protagonist. As a new author, I have rarely written such plots in the past, and the cartoons are also relatively good. Sometimes it may be a little boring. But I soon got excited and got it.
Trying to speed up the coding speed.
ps3: Thanks to the book friend named Ziya for the 1,000 reward! Thanks to Miao Miao Xianxin, book friend 20170106214625301, book friend 140706165803700, v Xuan Huan for the 100 reward!