20demayo Chapter 154, Section 153: The Chaos of Becoming a God! The Cause of the Chaos!
Chapter 154, Section 153: The Chaos of Becoming a God! The Cause of the Chaos!
Chapter 154, Section 153: The Chaos of Becoming a God! The Cause of the Chaos!
Something sinister is cheating right in front of you.
Ian couldn't play this magical version of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) anymore. He was extremely curious about how the black-robed skeleton could conjure up any cards he wanted.
however.
Ian found it difficult to decipher the "wish-granting" technique of the black-robed skeleton, which differed from normal magic, and he was unable to obtain the answers he sought from the black-robed skeleton.
"I...have no brain, I don't know." Faced with almost any question that required thought, the black-robed skeleton would simply raise his skeletal fingers and point to his empty head with self-righteous indignation.
"..."
Ian couldn't find any reason to refute the other party. He felt a sense of helplessness and deep despair, similar to that of a normal person facing a mentally ill patient.
"You're brainless and you still know how to cheat! You must have been even worse when you were alive!" The little wizard could only vent his anger with a very indignant expression.
However, the black-robed skeleton suffered absolutely no psychological harm.
"I am alive now... If you give me flesh and blood... I will admit that I am very, very, very bad." It not only did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction, but instead seized the opportunity to speak to Ian again.
These days...
The black-robed skeleton would seize any opportunity to repeatedly bring up the topic of giving it flesh and blood; however, Ian had already tried obtaining flesh and blood from house-elves.
It simply won't stick.
Not only could the already slaughtered pork, mutton, and beef not be pieced together on the black-robed skeleton, but even the live poultry meat that Ian had gone to great lengths to buy in Hogsmeade Village couldn't be used as flesh and blood for the black-robed skeleton—he had even gone against his conscience to learn some dark magic involving flesh and blood for this.
It was only thanks to the book "Demystifying Black Magic" that there were relevant magical records; otherwise, if Ian had gone to the library to look them up, who knows if Albus Dumbledore would have suspected him of doing something unhealthy.
"We've tried! I almost went to find you some living people, but look at your own skeleton! The magic that can give you flesh and blood simply doesn't work on you!" Ian was also annoyed by the black-robed skeleton, which is why he made many attempts to give the other party flesh and blood.
However, all these attempts ultimately failed because of the "magical resistance" of the black-robed skeleton skeleton, so Ian felt that even if he found a few living people to transplant flesh and blood, it would definitely only result in the same outcome.
"Magic...no..." The black-robed skeleton's language system seemed to have been damaged, as it still sounded somewhat stumbling even after being in the human world for so many days.
"I'll say it again, think it over carefully. I can create a Hextech brain, a Hextech skin, and other matching metal organs for you."
"Flesh and blood are weak, but machinery ascends, iron." Ian glanced at the messy card table, and as soon as his eyes met the Dementors' understanding, they immediately began cleaning up.
It has transformed from an unruly monster into an animal with intelligence and emotional intelligence comparable to a ten-year-old child, thanks to Ian's training. After a period of further training, it will likely be able to go out and earn money.
"Flesh and blood...being loved..."
The black-robed skeleton remained unmoved by Ian's repeated suggestions, seemingly obsessed with its lost flesh and blood. After running out of cards, it began to mutter in Ian's ear again.
Ian ignored it.
He walked straight to the corner of the room—a carefully fired ceramic flowerpot that he had placed there for a long time. It was a product of his own hard work, which he had sculpted and painted with his own hands.
It's all because those shady merchants in Hogsmeade Village sold flowerpots at exorbitant prices that Ian had to make ceramics himself. The flowerpots are decorated with simple line patterns on their exteriors, allowing people to appreciate the plants while also feeling the beauty of the flowerpots' design. These are runes that Ian drew on the flowerpots.
Its effects are also very simple.
These magical runes provide the necessary conditions for plant growth, allowing plants to achieve photosynthesis without needing to be moved outside to get sunlight.
The plant that can be placed in it is not a crop like parsnip, but a mysterious seed that Ian obtained in the tower of the Mystic Realm.
"Grow up quickly, and I'll water you with magic potion."
When Ian was in the tower, he had a very strong premonition that the seed, which was cast into the illusionary realm along with the tower and still had vitality after who knows how many years, was definitely not an ordinary plant. He genuinely felt that the seed would give him a surprise once it grew.
No matter what.
There must be a story behind the seeds inside the tower.
Even though Ian searched through countless books on magical plants in the Hogwarts library and even consulted Professor Pomona Sprout, the Headmistress of Hufflepuff, the answer he received was that no plant seed could retain its vitality for centuries after being removed from its growing conditions.
The seed's vibrant life force is something no one can explain. It wasn't just stored in the tower for a long time, but it was also in a dreamlike, illusory world of the dead.
It has not decayed and withered under such circumstances, but still maintains its vibrant green vitality. It is quite reasonable for Ian to expect that it can grow into a World Tree.
of course.
He was prepared that this plant would be difficult to cultivate, since it had been buried in the soil for quite some time, but the seeds still showed no signs of growing.
"As long as it doesn't take me ten or eight years to grow, I'll wait for you." Ian was a typical case of forgetting his old love for a new one, whispering to himself while watering the flowerpot. It wasn't that he was particularly bored being alone; rather, he believed in the mystical concept of "emotional value."
You know, even some alchemical creations can last longer after being "loved" by their owners, let alone a magical and extraordinary plant? Ian had personally witnessed his good roommate William curse a few times at his copying pen, and then the next day, William's copying pen just happened to break.
This may not be scientific or complicated, but it's certainly mysterious... Believing in it a little won't hurt you. After Ian mentioned this theory, William praised all his own things that very day. And sure enough, we haven't heard of any of William's strange gadgets breaking down again.
"What are you doing?"
After Ian finished watering the plants and making his own organic fertilizer, he turned around and saw the black-robed skeleton fighting the Dementor. The Dementor could only run away with its head in its hands, feeling wronged, and dared not argue back.
"No... other entertainment... I... am very bored." The black-robed skeleton continued its pursuit as it responded to Ian, while the Dementor was already howling and begging for mercy.
Ian felt like he was feeding a cat and a dog.
He wanted to mediate the fight.
However, fearing that the black-robed skeleton might also attack him, he could only slightly wrong the Dementor. In reality, the black-robed skeleton only wanted to grab the Dementor, tear open its mouth, and stick its head inside to look out. The Dementor was only beaten because it didn't want to. It can only be said that this is perhaps an inevitable path to becoming the King of Dementors.
"Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to Dementors, and will first test their strength and mind... You are undergoing a tribulation, my friend." Ian didn't know if he had comforted the Dementor.
Anyway, the Dementors' howling has subsided considerably.
……
the next day.
Newt Scamander, his wife, and his sister-in-law left the school, and Ian didn't know whether they had reached an agreement with Nick Lemaître regarding the time-tamper.
Since they couldn't meet again, Ian couldn't continue promoting his psychic abilities, but he didn't mind, since he hadn't even used the Grindelwald family's bank key yet.
The most pressing matter now is to continue studying. Without Voldemort and Quirrell causing trouble, the campus is quite harmonious, and there aren't many young wizards discussing Quirrell.
Perhaps it's because not many people know Quirrell.
Days continued to pass one by one.
With many things to keep him busy and research, Ian's life after class and meals was very fulfilling. The second-generation warming product he promoted in his spare time, "Lifesaving Hand Warmer," was also a great success, finally defeating the Gryffindor twins' product for the first time in the Hogwarts school market.
After all, there was a significant gap in alchemy skills between the two sides. Once Ian found the right market direction, his advantage became apparent, which finally allowed Ravenclaw to finally get some recognition.
of course.
The most triumphant one was Ian, who, after overwhelmingly dominating Hogwarts' market share, even gave himself a "GG" in the Great Hall.
"Hogwarts professional anti-get-lost maps, winter-specific cold medicine, Hogsmeade Village snack delivery service, and we also accept all kinds of privately customized alchemical toys you want!"
"As for the scope of this private customization, all you need to know is that it's pay-after-sale, and you only pay upon delivery if you're satisfied. There's nothing I can't make, only things you can't imagine!" Ian made his announcement while the professors were away, so he spoke with unusual confidence and loudness.
Its main selling point is arrogance.
With his extraordinary talent for "Extra-Limit Alchemy," Ian is fully capable of producing things at low cost that others can only produce at high cost. He would definitely not encounter any rivals if he opened a shop in Diagon Alley.
"What if it's something the school rules don't allow us to possess?"
Some young wizards eagerly offered their advice.
"I'll sell what the school rules allow, and as for what the rules forbid, I'll naturally... sell it for a higher price. You know, school rules are rules, but people are flexible!"
"We can always find a way to circumvent school rules! Trust me! I've been professionally circumventing school rules for a whole year!" He replied to the questioner in a low voice.
Ian was also afraid of being caught off guard by the twin brothers, his rivals. To be honest, making money from selling these things was secondary for Ian; his main goal was to help his classmates.
of course.
Incidentally, Ian also heavily promoted his alchemy skills, as higher levels of these abilities require more experimentation with new techniques. Calling it stealing his classmates' alchemical ideas is too blatant; Ian felt his actions were more like crowdfunding for his learning and leveling up.
Anyway, the little wizards were quite happy.
Ian was happy too.
Everyone else won, but Ian still won twice.
After the promotion, Ian received many orders from students of all grades, including twin brothers from Gryffindor who even commissioned him to make a prank toy with a very high difficulty level.
Ian accepted all comers without hesitation.
He wasn't afraid that his twin brothers would learn the skills from him.
Slytherin, who had some "misunderstandings" with Ian, didn't place many orders, and of course, they didn't dare to report Ian's "illegal activities" to the professors.
Seeing that students from other houses were constantly coming up with new and interesting gadgets for entertainment, the Slytherin students couldn't sit still and turned to Hogwarts' real shrewd businessmen.
Aurora also took the opportunity to sell many overpriced, underperforming "Founder's Relics." The Slytherin students who received these new items probably never imagined that their creativity and ideas would also pass through Aurora's hands, becoming another source of nourishment for Ian's alchemy learning and improvement.
Yes.
That's why Aurora is considered a true shrewd businesswoman. Her speed in learning the ways of cunning is astonishing. She has transformed from a naive girl into a genuine middleman.
Ian deserves some credit for this, since it was Ian who encouraged her to take the Slytherin job and even asked Miss Daphne Greengrass, the leader of the "Rebels of Princeton," to cooperate. Daphne Greengrass was really willing to go to great lengths for a few Galleons that she would never have even looked at before.
Ian could sense it.
Miss Daphne Greengrass didn't just "respect" his authority; she was genuinely miserable and poor. During the Christmas holidays, she and her best friend even resold pastries from the Elf's Kitchen.
The pure-blood family's young lady was so wronged that even Ian couldn't bear to see her like this, so he successfully turned the leader of the "Rebel Alliance" against the government for just 2 Galleons.
Ian was quite happy with his life, which was like a fish in water. This happy life continued until another mysterious day when Ian went to Nick Flamel after class to ask him some questions about alchemy.
In addition to absorbing the amazing ideas of the young wizards, Ian also learns from the old professor's alchemy experience, so his proficiency in Ancient Alchemy increases very quickly.
Nicolas Flamel's research into Tower Runes was also faster than Ian had imagined. In just a few days, Flamel was already able to build some small works using the Tower Rune system.
"Compared to the Rune runes, this rune requires less magic power, but the learning curve is much steeper. I think that's why it was phased out of history."
Nicolas Lemaître even made a judgment about the Tower Runes.
"Is it like the modern alchemical system replaced the ancient alchemical system dominated by runes?" Ian felt that such a historical problem had probably occurred more than once in history.
"That's right, just like the limitations of ancient alchemy compared to modern alchemy, this rune can achieve effects that are difficult for the likes of Niven in some aspects." Nick Lemaître didn't give any demonstrations; he was also carrying out his alchemical work while communicating with Ian.
Refine Ian's black sand into the Sands of Time.
This alchemy master was quite serious and focused when performing any alchemical operation. He wore a robe inlaid with strange symbols and held a silver scepter engraved with the totem of the passage of time. Various mysterious documents and ancient books were scattered around him, indicating that this was either the first time he had performed such an alchemical operation or that he had not done it for a long time.
"What kind of effect? The use of time?" Ian looked at the black sand placed in a container, where a solution was constantly churning and refining it.
"That's one aspect. Time and space are easier to control with these ancient runes you've unearthed, but their true potential lies in their ability to carry divine grace." Nicolas Flamel blended pure water with the essence of the moon to create a rare solvent.
Its color is as dazzling as the Milky Way.
He slowly poured it into a container carved from deep yellow crystal. Just like a chemistry experiment, the solution already present in the deep yellow crystal container underwent a dramatic change instantly.
"Divine grace?"
Ian blinked curiously. He knew, of course, that gods existed in the world he lived in, but he didn't know much about civilizations that frequently came into contact with gods.
It wasn't just him.
In fact, most modern wizards know very little about that era. The most detailed historical records of wizards can be traced back to the time of King Arthur and Merlin.
Before the time of King Arthur and Merlin, most of the ancient texts are just scattered fragments, making them as difficult to study as the Xia Dynasty in the ancient East, which was even older than the Shang Dynasty.
"Although we know very little about the gods and live in an era in which the gods are not active, the existence of gods in this world is not untrue."
"From Death, which most people know today, to Apollo, the sun god whom our ancestor, the professor of divination, served, and Odin and the Norse gods in Norse mythology."
"Some say that wizards are descendants of gods, while others say that gods bestowed power upon human wizards. Regardless of which of these claims is right or wrong, there is one thing that we wizards all agree on: there is too much historical evidence to prove that the age of gods did indeed exist."
Nicolas Flamel shook the container in his hand and began to speak eloquently.
"Could they just be more powerful wizards?" Ian's view differed from most people's; he truly believed in the traditional view that wizards were gods.
After all, many of the facts he had encountered proved this to him.
"You have a very standard alchemist's mindset, which is good. It will eventually lead you to the path of the Glorious One." Nick Flamel gave Ian a very approving look.
obviously.
He also agreed with this view.
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"Regardless of whether these gods were once wizards like you and me, in essence, they are just beings with greater power than us wizards now, at least in the minds of us alchemists. The power they wield only involves the rules governing the world."
"Even the Grim Reaper has a saying: he was the first person in the world to die, so he was chosen by the rules and became the Grim Reaper we all know."
As he spoke, Nicolas Lemaître observed the quenching efficiency of the black sand.
"Divine grace is powerful, and the power of God is also powerful, but the true creator once told others that it is also a kind of magic, just a more absurd kind of magic than normal magic."
He had mentioned to Ian more than once about the true creator that alchemists revered, and Ian was really curious whether this true creator could sing a rap that sounded like a god crying and a ghost howling.
"The true creator may be right."
Ian now likes to bring up this, even though he doesn't know what the true creator looks like. I guess no one knows what the true creator looks like, since many of the true creator's views resonate with him emotionally.
According to Nicolas Flamel, this true creator is a powerful and somewhat delusional ancient wizard, and Ian thinks that if this ancient wizard were alive today, he would definitely become his confidant and friend.
"Yes, perhaps that's the truth, and the reason why the Path of Legends was cut off." Nick Flamel sighed, making Ian curious about what this had to do with the Path of Legends.
He immediately pressed for more information.
Nick Lemaître made no attempt to hide anything.
He took a deep look at the young wizard in front of him who was embarking on a legendary path in the end times.
"It is almost impossible to wipe out pure-blooded dragons. Their gradual extinction, as well as the disappearance of other paths to becoming legendary, all began with our ancestor Merlin and a few others as audacious as him, who wanted to venture into areas they should not have explored and found their way there."
"Although it ultimately failed, it caused panic among some higher beings, which is why you see the four great masters of Hogwarts become the last legends."
"The Golden Apple has been felled, the feudal dynasty with one person as the sole ruler has come to an end, and even the dragons are gradually unable to reproduce pure-blooded offspring, and can only be forced to continue their bloodline in other creatures."
"It's unlikely that there's nothing suspicious about everything." Nick Lemaître didn't spell it out, but his meaning was clear enough.
This alchemy master is clearly saying that everything is related to God.
Ian seemed to be deep in thought.
He didn't know how much evidence supported Nicolas Lemaître's claim, but he did know that the extinction of the Golden Apple Tree probably had little to do with God.
after all.
Ms. Morgan herself admitted that she committed the crime.
"Is the Golden Apple also related to the Path of Legends?" Ian felt that Professor Morgan was definitely hiding something from him, and perhaps his ability to ascend the Path of Legends was directly related to his eating of the Golden Apple.
"The Golden Apple can be used to perform a ritual, and it is the main core of that ritual." Nicolas Flamel had clearly gathered a great deal of information about the Path of Legends over the past six hundred years.
Also normal.
After all, like Albus Dumbledore, he was constrained by his time and was unable to reach the level of a legendary alchemist, so naturally he had some obsessions and desires in this regard.
Albus Dumbledore, it seems, doesn't have much interest in becoming a legend. Thinking this, Ian glanced at the corner, worried that the long-absent Albus Dumbledore might be hiding there.
Perhaps in order to minimize the impact on the timeline, Ian, like the other professors, had not seen the headmaster of Hogwarts for many days.
God knows how many clones he's mastered... If Albus Dumbledore wanted to be untraceable, almost no one could break his illusion spell.
"Establishing a feudal dynasty is also possible?" This was the first time Ian had heard of this way of embarking on the path of legend, which made him think of some long-forgotten memories from his past life.
Faced with this question from the little wizard.
Nick Lemaître did not answer directly.
"Guess why different civilizations, Muggles, and us all have faith in God?" He was merely explaining the end of this legendary path to Ian from a different angle.
Perhaps this viewpoint also stems from experiments conducted during Merlin's era.
"I learned something new today." Seeing that Nick Lemaître was about to begin a dangerous experiment, Ian immediately packed his things and prepared to leave the office.
Last time, he was hit by black sand from the explosion because he ran late, and he was like a baby for three hours. As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy, he must learn from his mistakes and avoid risks in advance.
This is not.
Nicolas Flamel softly chanted an ancient incantation, and as the incantation echoed, the solvent in the container began to ripple, as if resonating with the pulse of the universe.
He began attempting the final stage of refining the Sands of Time. This alchemy master might know the recipe, but the specific procedures and proportions still needed to be refined through repeated practice.
With the incantation and ritual complete, the most dangerous step is about to begin.
"Oh, right, Professor." When he reached the office door, Ian suddenly stopped and looked up at the painting hanging on the wall next to the door.
They don't move, but the colors are vibrant and the contrasts are strong, creating a visually impactful image.
"Could I borrow these Van Gogh paintings to study?" Yes, Ian had only recently learned that Nicolas Lemaître had bought many paintings from Van Gogh himself at low prices.
All I can say is that Nick Lemaître really knows what speculation is.
People who live long are more likely to find bargains.
"You're not thinking of letting me sell them, are you? Although I have quite a few at home, these are unique pieces. I was thinking of bringing these paintings with me... no, never mind, you can take them." Nicolas Flamel paused his work, as if he had suddenly thought of something and immediately changed his mind.
"I'm just borrowing it for a bit."
Ian felt that Nick Lemaître had a deep misunderstanding of him.
"Is it really just a loan?"
Nick Lemaître looked on with suspicion.
He had personally witnessed Ian come to him one night, carrying that strange black phoenix, asking if it was true that he had said he would buy the phoenix for five million Galleons.
Would such a money-grubbing person let go of an opportunity to make a fortune?
"You should have some confidence in my copying skills," Ian said confidently, leaving Nicolas Flamel stunned for a while before he could figure out what he meant.
Good guy!
This little thing is actually thinking about selling fake paintings in the Muggle world!
I overestimated the other person's integrity!
"you……"
Nicolas Flamel's Adam's apple bobbed twice, but in the end he just waved his hand blankly and watched Ian happily take away two paintings by Van Gogh.
"Gurgle~ gurgle~ gurgle~"
After Ian left.
Nicolas Flamel poured out the refined black sand, and after completely removing the remaining solution from the surface, he poured it into a container that he had enchanted with ritual magic.
Then a violent reaction began to occur.
The solution and black sand within the container began to undergo a dramatic transformation, merging and converting into grains of Time Sand that shimmered with interwoven gold and silver light. Each grain of sand seemed to be imbued with life, dancing and intertwining in the liquid, forming illusions of the past, present, and future.
"I did it! I did it!"
Nick Lemaître was also overjoyed, dancing with excitement. He somewhat regretted not insisting that Ian stay, otherwise there would definitely be someone to share this joy and sense of accomplishment with him.
"It's just that I was turned into a baby for a few hours... I changed too, and he even beat me up, yet he's so scared." Nick Flamel looked at the huge Marauder's Map hanging in his office.
The little wizard had already slipped back to the Room of Requirement in just a few minutes—well, to be honest, Nick Flamel clearly misunderstood the real reason Ian ran so fast.
He thought Ian was afraid of being implicated.
however.
This was only a minor factor; the main reason Ian hurriedly returned to the House of Requirement was that tonight was his own mysterious night.
"Finally, I can hand the Magic Mirror over to Professor Morgan, and I can even ask Professor Morgan about my doubts." Ian eagerly enjoyed the Dementor's foot-rubbing service.
He then quickly crawled into the bed that he had already prepared in the room.
The soft bedding seemed to swallow all his weariness, gently enveloping him. As his consciousness gradually faded, Ian truly saw his beloved teacher, Morgan.
however!
"Holy crap! Why am I having such a dream tonight?!"
Ian found himself hanging on a cross, with candle wax dripping from the sky like raindrops, exploding into crimson petals all over his body.
Morgan, whom Ian had been talking about every day, stood in front of him. However, Morgan, dressed as a witch, was holding a leather whip in her hand, and the barbs on the whip made Ian tremble with fear.
"Wake up!"
Fortunately, Ian had studied dream control.
He was jolted awake from his dream and brought back to reality just before the whip struck, and the familiar surroundings made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"What's going on? Why didn't I enter the illusionary realm?" Ian rubbed his eyes, very confused. He recalculated the time and confirmed that he hadn't misremembered the date.
Just as he put his hand down.
"Um?"
The contract mark on his wrist from the black-robed skull flickered constantly, like breathing, and at that moment Ian seemed to immediately understand the reason for the strange occurrence.
"Holy crap!"
He immediately jumped out of bed and rushed toward the black-robed skeleton who didn't need to sleep or eat, and who would force the Dementors to play cards with him all night if he grabbed one.
"What the hell is that damn contract of yours! Give me back my right of way!" Ian pounced on the much taller black-robed skeleton, straddling the somewhat bewildered skeleton and grabbing its neck.
"You must have been blacklisted for illegal immigration!"
Ian shook the empty head of the black-robed skull frantically.
Its soul fire was raging wildly inside its head.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
I never expected this.
This skeleton could even let out panicked screams.
(End of this chapter)