infodatos Chapter 252, Section 251: An Unexpected Turn of Events! Ian in Great Crisis!
Chapter 252, Section 251: An Unexpected Turn of Events! Ian in Great Crisis!
Chapter 252, Section 251: An Unexpected Turn of Events! Ian in Great Crisis!
Say something.
The concept that knowledge is toxic.
It is obviously not something that originally existed in this world. After all, anyone with eyes can tell that such a concept is clearly inconsistent with the main theme and tone of the existence of the entire world.
Knowledge carries weight.
It's understandable that one cannot grasp a certain kind of knowledge without reaching a certain level; it can be seen as a characteristic of the extraordinary world. However, this is completely different from the idea that knowledge is toxic.
Simultaneously.
This is completely different from the idea that black magic affects the soul—after all, one only affects the soul after it is used, while simply analyzing and studying black magic on an academic level will not have any effect on a person's soul.
This is completely different from simply "knowing" something, which carries negative consequences. Therefore, Ian immediately realized something was wrong when he heard this statement.
There does indeed seem to be an atmosphere of "the past self" here.
To know.
If the concept of "knowledge being poisonous" already existed in this world, then history must be filled with stories of wizards who attempted to touch "poisonous" knowledge and were "poisoned" themselves.
In that situation.
The effects of black magic on the soul wouldn't be the most terrifying taboo among wizards. There are probably many wizards in the world who have been corrupted by knowledge, as well as wizards who have gone mad and are trying to corrupt others with such knowledge. Considering all factors, Morgan's statement that knowledge is toxic must be an exception.
In other words.
Certain beings, certain life forms, have cast a curse-like force on certain types of knowledge, which is why the concept of "toxic knowledge" exists in this world.
But who exactly placed a curse on certain aspects of knowledge?
Ok.
That's so hard to guess.
Feeling guilty, Ian chose not to guess.
of course.
It could also have changed the underlying logic of the world, but Ian felt that such a possibility was obviously not very high, after all, that would have touched upon the authority of a true creator.
"Um... teacher." Ian realized that this toxic knowledge must have caused Morgan trouble before, so he tactfully coughed and chose to change the subject immediately.
Well, how should I put it?
Since Morgan had already imparted this knowledge to him, he could gain insights into many things by conducting careful research after returning home. Therefore, there was no need for him to continue questioning Morgan and increase the possibility of future repercussions.
"Do you know why I went to the territory of that so-called witch goddess Circe? Is it because I interacted with the ancient Greek gods in the past?"
This was also the question that Ian had been holding in for a while.
but.
When Ian asked her a question, Morgan did not answer immediately. Instead, she raised her hand, elegantly picked up the teacup that had appeared out of thin air, and made the silver spoon inside the teacup spin by itself.
The porcelain clinked against the silver spoon, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound, like some kind of musical piece, though it was a strange melody that most people couldn't appreciate.
"How interesting. It seems that time really can change a person." Morgan's silver eyes were fixed on Ian, his gaze sweeping over every inch of his expression as if it were a tangible thing.
Ian was somewhat confused.
a long time.
Morgan chuckled softly at the little wizard's bewildered expression.
"Actually, shouldn't you ask yourself this question?" Morgan's voice was as ethereal as the rising steam from her cup. She took a sip of hot tea and then spoke in a teasing tone.
"The Lord of the Dead, Raven, the God of the Underworld, and Medivh the God Eater." Morgan put down his teacup, the porcelain making a soft sound as it touched the wooden tabletop.
She spoke each word softly and slowly, her smile radiant. Clearly, she knew more about Ian's messy past than most wizards.
Perhaps this legendary dark witch knows Ian better than Merlin?
just.
No one knows how much she still has in mind.
Unlike before, Morgan no longer deliberately concealed what she knew, and it's unclear how she so clearly grasped what Ian already knew.
"Forehead……"
Ian was momentarily at a loss for words.
"To be honest, I don't understand the details of these names and my relationship with them. It's more complicated than a tangled mess. I only know that my wand seems to be related to the gods."
Ian raised his wand.
He guessed that some of his situation was related to the gods, or perhaps to their disappearance. After all, the raven incident had already explained a great deal.
"You're quite honest."
Morgan set down her teacup, the porcelain making a soft clatter as it touched the wooden table. She watched Ian silently until he felt his ears begin to burn before speaking again.
"Some secrets are only for you to explore. The mysteries of the gods, and most of the information about ravens, are secrets that I still haven't figured out."
"I'm not qualified."
The legendary dark witch shrugged, her tone unusually tinged with helplessness. Morgan's gaze fell on the wand at Ian's waist, her eyes complex and unreadable. "The only thing I can tell you is some mystery about Medivh. Perhaps your future lies on a path completely different from that of the gods."
Ian nodded thoughtfully. He recalled his recent research, his reflections on the nature of wizards, and the conclusion that wizards represented infinite possibilities.
It seems that their special teacher was right.
After all, he hadn't even had a chance to share his legendary insights with Morgan, and Morgan's ability to reach such a conclusion must have come from his extensive search for Medivh's whereabouts while he was alive.
"Wizards are gods...able to overcome the impossible, that's indeed the direction I believe in." Ian stroked his chin, wondering if Morgan knew whether he had succeeded or not.
He hesitated, wondering if he should ask such a question.
Just as the little wizard was struggling with this decision...
"Can a wizard overcome the impossible? Perhaps only you would think that way." Morgan interrupted him, his voice suddenly tinged with a weariness that Ian had never heard before.
She looked at the stove burning with flames.
"What about the things in the Mirror of Eris?" Morgan suddenly asked Ian without warning. The way an old woman who has lived for many years thinks is so unpredictable.
One second they were talking about something else, and the next they were talking about something completely unrelated.
"what?"
Ian didn't react for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that Morgan was referring to the mysterious alchemical artifact that he and Morgan Jr. obtained from the Mirror of Erised in the past.
"That thing."
Ian then took out the antique metal box from his inner pocket.
"The item is here, but..."
Ian looked at the Black Witch somewhat nervously, carefully scratching his head as he chose his words, "I'm sorry, teacher, I accidentally left your Mirror of Erised in the past."
indeed.
Because his return was so sudden, he didn't bring Riddle or Malfoy with him, nor did he manage to bring back the Mirror of Eris.
I just don't know if Dumbledore actually brought Malfoy back.
Faced with the young wizard's somewhat cautious apology, Morgan chuckled, resting her pale cheek on her hand: "Actually, you've already returned it to me."
She didn't seem angry.
Ian blinked, then suddenly realized—so Morgan's words about "returning it at the right time" meant letting her past self get the magic mirror?
This closed-loop timeline made Ian gasp. He felt that the Black Witch was truly cunning, and it was difficult for anyone to guess what she was planning until the very end.
"By the way, I remember the teacher said that there's a secret in the Mirror of Erised that has troubled you for half your life." Ian held the box, a look of doubt on his face.
He didn't think that the secret was this thing.
Faced with the young wizard's confusion.
Morgan lowered his eyelids and looked at Ian with a deep gaze. He did not answer, but suddenly spoke as if changing the subject, "The origin of the Mirror of Eris is also related to Medivh."
"You'll find out when you see...my past self for the sixth time." Morgan took the box from Ian, seemingly not intending to give Ian the answer directly.
Ian swallowed hard.
He watched as Morgan opened the box.
The metal heart lying on the velvet was still beating regularly.
Those seemingly decorative patterns were actually extremely intricate magical circuits, which were now gradually glowing with an eerie luster as Morgan's slender fingers slowly approached. The metal heart also suddenly accelerated its beating, emitting a ticking sound like a clock, and the sound of its internal mechanical structure operating was clearly audible.
It seems like something is about to be activated.
only.
Morgan didn't touch it, and withdrew her hand. It was as if she just wanted to verify something. After successfully verifying it, she closed the box again, feeling bored.
"Teacher, have you found the secret about this heart?" Ian couldn't help but ask. However, faced with his expectation, Morgan first nodded and then shook his head.
"The authority of the gods will ultimately be borne by you. Strive to collect all the parts." Morgan's fingers were icy cold as she shoved the box back into Ian's hand.
Ok.
She wasn't a living person to begin with.
"Forehead……"
Ian held the box, his expression somewhat helpless.
"But how many parts does this thing have? And where are they?" He tentatively sought help. "I can't exactly search every mysterious site, can I?"
This is indeed a very difficult thing to do.
It's not just a matter of whether or not Ian has the energy; he feels he doesn't even have a long enough lifespan to travel to every corner of this planet that might contain ancient sites.
"hehe."
Morgan chuckled softly, looking meaningfully at the young wizard before her. Her eyes held an unfathomable depth, as if hinting at something.
"You don't need to deliberately look for them."
Morgan's voice was full of certainty.
"How so?"
Ian raised an eyebrow and asked.
"They may exist anywhere possible, but they will eventually converge on you. There is a principle among these creations called the 'Law of Extraordinary Matter Convergence'."
Morgan opened his mouth with a smile.
A mysterious curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Hearing her say that...
Ian's expression was absolutely priceless. He looked down at the box, hesitant to speak, wanting to complain but unsure what to say. It was clear there was some unspoken misunderstanding here!
Ian had sorted through the information to a fairly clear level; he knew his three identities: Raven and Medivh.
Another is the true creator in alchemy—of course, judging from the previous Hogwarts transfer student's diary, this identity was still established in the form of a raven.
In this way...
He already had a good idea of what Morgan meant by the "law of supernatural matter aggregation." It was clearly a trick by the true creator to create so-called artificial gods and reach the ultimate goal of alchemy. It was even more toxic than so-called knowledge, and it made him feel like a herd of grass mud horses was galloping through his mind.
"However, I do quite like mystery..." Ian was helpless about this. He didn't really want to scold himself, but he always had that ridiculous feeling of speechlessness.
"alright."
Morgan rubbed his temples.
I'm tired.
She seemed to be trying to get rid of him, and he didn't know why she was so tired. Just as the young wizard was tactfully preparing to take his leave and go to the town where Ariana and King Arthur, who bore the name Pendro, lived.
His wand suddenly trembled at his waist, and a strange light flickered at the tip of the wand. The light grew stronger and stronger, as if a mysterious power was stirring within the wand.
"Um?"
Morgan looked over in surprise.
Followed by.
Suddenly, fine strands of silver light burst forth from the tip of Ian's wand, moving through the air like living things, as if trying to weave something into the air.
Ian felt his magic was under immense pressure.
"not good!"
At that moment, he immediately realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically. Unfortunately, he only had time to let out a cry of surprise, which echoed in the silent space.
The formation of the magic did not give him much time to react.
All I saw was...
Strands of silver light surged forth from the wand. The silver light moved nimbly and gracefully, rapidly converging and transforming in mid-air, instantly forming the image of a young man wielding a sword.
The young man was dashing and spirited, wearing silver armor and exuding a cold aura. He gripped a long sword tightly in his hand, giving off a strong sense of sharpness.
"No!"
Ian's panicked attempts to stop him had no effect.
because.
The moment the boy was formed, he excitedly raised his longsword and charged forward with unstoppable momentum, swinging the sword dozens of times in the blink of an eye.
"Ian! I'm here to help you slay the monsters!"
All martial arts under heaven.
Speed is the only way to win.
The spirit of the young King Arthur demonstrated this through his actions. Under other circumstances, Ian might have offered some praise, but the person he was rushing towards now was Morgan.
Dozens of cuts per second?
Morgan appeared uninjured and made a timely block.
and so.
“!!!!!!”
Each strike landed squarely on Ian's tingling scalp and his heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of his throat. The little wizard even gave a live demonstration of what it means to break out in a cold sweat in an instant.
(End of this chapter)