Chapter 205: The Magic Completion Plan

Chapter 205: The Magic Completion Plan

"Really? You destroyed the Demon King's Castle?"

Furlian couldn't help but gape in astonishment as she listened to her student recount his experiences. Each of the Great Demon Clans was an absolute powerhouse, and even she couldn't guarantee a win against any of them. Yet, her disciple, after only a decade of training, had managed to almost exterminate all of them.

"It wasn't a destruction, at least the Demon King is still alive."

Luk's face showed no trace of pride. "And even winning was meaningless. Mahat committed suicide right in front of me."

"To force that guy to take his own life is quite an achievement."

Furlian still shuddered at the memory of the Seven Collapsing Sages, whose mere gaze had nearly killed her.

"No, it wasn't me who forced him..."

Recalling the battle and their conversation, Luk frowned. "Even if he was genuinely curious about my emotions, it doesn't make sense for him to immediately use death as a means to observe them."

Having read the original story, Luk knew that Mahat had developed an interest in human emotions, spending decades building relationships with humans, even willing to sacrifice his freedom and life.

But the situation at the time didn't necessitate a life-or-death confrontation. On the surface, Luk had the upper hand, but in reality, Mahat, with his All-Things-to-Gold magic, had the advantage. If he hadn't cast his spell, Luk wouldn't have been able to kill him. Threatening Luk was a possibility, and when Mahat asked, "Tell me," Luk hadn't even refused before Mahat acted impulsively.

There were many other avenues, yet he chose the most extreme one. Some other details also made Luk feel like he was being manipulated.

"I think if you could understand the Demon Clans' minds, there would be a bigger problem."

In Furlian's view, the emotionless Demon Clans could do anything, though their instinct for self-preservation did make their actions hard to fathom.

But seeing her disciple's serious demeanor and recalling some unusual events, she finally relented.

"Alright, what do you need me to do?"

Luk's expression was unusually serious. "I want to uncover the truth."

Furlian stroked her silver-white hair. "When a Demon Clan member dies, their body dissolves into magic, and I'm not skilled at investigations. It's been so long."

"That's why we need a different approach. Don't worry, this is your area of expertise." Luk pulled out a small booklet from his pocket and handed it to her.

"I need your help to complete this magic."

Furlian glanced at it, her eyes widening. "Omniscient Magic?"

"It's Future Vision."

Luk shook his head and explained. "This is a half-finished version given to me by Shura Hart, deliberately hiding some parts. I can't see events after a certain point in the future, and the past is completely out of reach."

The magic's activation point was the initial starting point, allowing for the acceleration or stopping of future observations, but not rewinding.

"How did you manage to learn such a spell?"

Furlian felt like she would use up all her astonishment for the next few hundred years today.

The factors affecting magic included imagination and theoretical knowledge, as well as the body's compatibility with certain types of magic. Demon Clan magic was already difficult to adapt for human use, let alone something at the level of the Seven Collapsing Sages.

Luk's tone was calm. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to exploit the weaknesses of the Great Demon Clans and kill them one by one."

Once she recovered from her shock, Furlian shook her head. "No, I can't even imagine such a high-level spell."

Imagination was the foundation of magic. If one couldn't imagine it, they couldn't cast it, and research would be incredibly difficult.

Luk's voice was firm. "I will be the one casting the spell, and I can imagine it. You just need to help me complete the magic."

His logic was simple: if he could observe the future, there was no reason he couldn't observe the past. Whether the Southern Hero could see the past was uncertain, but Shura Hart definitely could, a conclusion he had reached after traveling with him for over a century.

With this precedent, he was confident.

Faced with Luk's persistence, Furlian mumbled.

"Are you treating me as a teacher or a laborer... Besides the essential theoretical knowledge for casting the spell, there's nothing about how to observe the past."

Almost everything would need to be designed from scratch, which was hardly "completing" the spell!

Luk shrugged, indicating there was no other way.

He had tried to force Shura Hart to reveal the details, but the Omniscient One always managed to disappear when he tried, like now.

But this attitude itself was an answer, suggesting that the past indeed held some issue, and discovering it could have dire consequences.

"If you insist, it will take a very, very long time. Even with both of us working together, it might take thousands or tens of thousands of years."

Fryanna sighed, even for an elf, that was an incredibly long time. She hadn't even reached two thousand years old yet.

"Don't worry."

Noticing Fryanna's agreement, Luk's face broke into a rare smile. "The Future Sight will bring us the results of future research. Once we've digested them, we can repeat the process."

This way, they could save a significant amount of time, and maintaining a certain time gap would also help mitigate the emotional toll of using Future Sight.

"That's a use I never thought of."

Fryanna, who had been diligently researching magic, was amazed by this peculiar yet logical approach to using magic.

...

After moving back into the Campbell Manor, Fryanna looked around her new bedroom while asking Luk,

"It's been so long, how do the Campbell family still recognize you? When I mentioned your name earlier, they didn't react at all."

Luk gazed out the window at the unfamiliar manor, stroking the railing and lowering his eyelids.

"I visited Anri once before he passed away."

"Who's Anri?"

"Amir's son."

Luk briefly explained, his thoughts drifting back to a long time ago.

It was about a hundred years ago, twenty years after he had left.

The war had already erupted, and with the involvement of adventurers, the Central Kingdoms were suffering one defeat after another. Balum was on the brink of invasion.

The Campbell family was in a precarious position when Anri was dying.

Enemies were eyeing them hungrily, the family was declining due to the war, the regular army was decimated, his son had died in battle, and his grandson was still young. Even the manor was filled with unrest.

But Anri didn't ask Luk for any help, knowing that Luk had only come back to see him.

There was no point in complaining about other matters.

The failing younger generation was already ashamed enough; there was no need to beg their elders to do something for them.

So, he spent the night talking with Luk.

From childhood admiration, to a bit of resentment over a lost love, to the regret and gratitude he felt when receiving a wedding gift, to the filial piety he experienced as he grew older, all of it culminated in the longing after their parting.

"Father used to say that you would not only see him off but also his son and grandson... I never thought those words would come true."

Luk responded coldly, "They won't come true."

"I didn't remember the names of your children, let alone those after them. After you, the Campbell family has no more connection to me."

Anri seemed a bit disappointed but didn't say much. He handed Luk a token to prove his identity—a badge carved with a steel sword and a purple sandalwood staff.

"Whether Uncle Luk wants to have further dealings with the family is up to you, but the manor will always be your home, and your room will always be waiting for you."

He had actually found a folk magic to preserve paintings for a longer time, but even with the magic, the paintings had a limited lifespan.

Worried that no one would recognize Luk the next time he visited, he had created a token that could last longer, instructing his descendants to remember and pass down its design.

...

"I never expected it to last this long."

Luk took out the badge, examining the design and gently touching the steel sword and purple sandalwood staff.

From leaving to now, over a hundred years, seven or eight generations had passed.

He hadn't expected Anri's descendants to still remember this ancestral instruction, and they had welcomed him with the highest honors upon seeing the token.

"It's not like it matters."

He had enough money to buy whatever he needed.

Fryanna, who had finished tidying up the room, glanced at him. "You're smiling."

Luk composed his expression. "You must be mistaken."

"Let's just say that's the case."

Fryanna smiled faintly.

Such an unforthcoming student.

Her smile faded quickly as she thought about the upcoming work schedule. Her procrastination kicked in, and after a moment's hesitation, she tentatively suggested,

"Let's start by gathering a few magic books, like those for scene reconstruction and image recording. They should be valuable for the Past Sight."

"Already done."

Luk took out a stack of magic books from his suitcase, arranging them neatly on the table. They were filled with various spells for images, investigations, and folk magic.

Fryanna: "..."

Fryanna: "Did you use Future Sight to see this result and prepare in advance?"

Luk shook his head earnestly. "No, I collected them by chance on the way."

"I don't believe you."

"Really, it was by chance."

"I still don't believe you."

Xin Si Ji Fu Yin Warrior

Human (Stricken) Magic Completion Plan

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