I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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"Did it fail? Is the conductivity of mercury as a carrier of magic too low? Chris, check the records and determine the upper limit of the Moon Spirit Essence Fluid's capacity to hold magic."

After tidying up the experimental table, Kenneth picked up the spare base plate and reassembled the formal attire. Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Kenneth looked towards the door behind the barrier.

"Lord Kenneth, I am Asagami. May I come in?"

Kenneth gestured for Chris to stop, then lifted the barrier around the workshop. A moment later, Kenneth, who was sitting in the rest area, looked at Asagami Fujino, who had been keeping her head down since she came in.

"Lord Kenneth, are you planning to visit Guanbuzi City soon?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and a faint rainbow appeared in Asagami Fujino's eyes. Realizing that she had lost her composure, Asagami Fujino readjusted herself and obediently looked at Kenneth.

"Visiting Buko City? Indeed, Fujino, do you want to go back and take a look?"

Although he had already made up his mind, Kenneth still wanted to hear Asagami Fujino's thoughts in order to ascertain the extent to which the girl in front of him had been distorted.

"Yes, Lord Kenneth, I want to go back and take a look."

Kenneth sensed that Asagami Fujino hadn't shown any expectation when she said those words; her twisted soul only harbored an uncontrollable sadistic desire. Having confirmed her thoughts, Kenneth closed his eyes. According to his plan, Kenneth intended to bring Kyoshino along on this trip to Kanbuko. His goal was Ryougi Shiki, and the only potential danger was the restraining force triggered by Araya Souren, which wasn't very high. Bringing Asagami Fujino along wouldn't be a big deal.

"Since you want to go back, Fujino, come with me. It'll be good for you to clear your head."

With Kenneth's permission, Asagami Fujino bowed in thanks and gracefully walked out of the workshop. Sensing the distortion beneath her serene face, Kenneth realized he had truly underestimated the influence of Origin on the soul.

"The origin? The ability to reshape the soul invisibly after awakening, that's interesting."

Kenneth didn't care about Asagami Fujino's distortion; it would be strange if there were normal people around him. He even knew about Sakura's hidden possessiveness. What Kenneth cared about was the mechanism of the 'Origin' on the soul. Kenneth would not let go of any mystery involving the soul. Only by constantly analyzing it could Kenneth's soul magic continue to mature.

"Is the origin, the initial cause that determines the direction of things, the direction that determines why something exists... determined at the moment it occurs?"

Recalling the magic world's definition of origin, Kenneth remained seated on the sofa for a long time. Origins are not uncommon in the magic world; everyone possesses an origin. The difference lies in whether one has the potential to awaken it. An origin is not karma from a past life; rather, it is the cause of a person's existence in this life.

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"The Awakened Originator will be devoured by the Origin. The 'personality' based on the spirit cannot resist the Origin's coverage. The personality based on the spirit gives birth to the spirit's soul. Is the Origin an instinct imprinted in the soul? I see."

To confirm his suspicions, Kenneth's spirit entered the space unique to the 'Ghost Body' and found the design blueprints belonging to Asagami Fujino. Kenneth began to analyze the distortions engraved in the records. This was a stirring from the soul, an instinct engraved in the soul. The aura of law surged, and the source of the distortions was completely revealed before Kenneth's eyes.

Suddenly enlightened, the essence of the soul was revealed through Kenneth's exploration. The fog was cleared and the truth was seen. The next moment, Kenneth opened his eyes and stood in front of the experimental table.

"Chris, reconstruct the flow section of the base plate, add two main loops to the feedback section, and remove all the plasticity verification calculations..."

In the early hours of the morning, as the [Magic Baseboard: Another Modification] version was infused with mercury, the Moon Spirit Essence in front of Kenneth trembled and emitted a faint white light. Under Kenneth's guidance, the barrier preventing the experiment from failing shattered the moment it touched the Moon Spirit Essence. The mercury, soaked in the aura of magic, took on various forms in front of Kenneth.

"The functions of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid have been fully preserved, so..."

With a casual wave of his hand, white light swept across the teacup without shattering or being severed. The third magic aura inherent in the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid flowed, and in Kenneth's eyes, this priceless teacup turned to ashes as if Thanos had snapped his fingers.

"The records of the Star Abyss Realm still exist? No, it's the records of the world that was attacked that were erased."

The white light flashed once more, and driven by Kenneth, the complete magic was filled into the ceremonial robes. The same scene was repeated, and the coffee table in front of them was rapidly annihilated.

With his eyes closed, Kenneth observed the feedback from the Starry Realm. The records on the coffee table were completely erased by Kenneth's attack. He walked back to the experimental table without any regrets. Having obtained firsthand data, Kenneth immediately put the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid under pressure. The aura of the Third Law increased in stages. This ceremonial garment, which had been created less than a few minutes ago, exploded before Kenneth's eyes.

"The foundation of magic still has flaws, the containment method also has its imperfections, and the efficiency of seventeen circuits is too low..."

Kenneth noted down all the problems and once again buried himself in revising the design of the formal attire.

Chapter 176 Lady Avalon

Time flies. A week passed quickly. Apart from teaching a few lolis, Kenneth had been busy optimizing the base of the Moon Spirit Essence. The results were very satisfactory to Kenneth. Although it was not as stable as the Gem Sword, the Moon Spirit Essence was now definitely worthy of the title of the third magic weapon.

"In a good mood? Looks like your formal attire is finished?"

As the raven feathers drifted down and disappeared, Morgan, who was still dressed in a black dress, landed beside Kenneth. Looking at the mercury churning in mid-air, a hint of interest appeared in Morgan's eyes.

"It still needs improvement. In terms of capabilities, it's not much worse than the Gem Sword, and overall it meets my current needs."

It's not that Kenneth is in Versailles. The value of a Mystic Code is always to simplify or enhance the casting of mystical spells. The Mystic Code in Kenneth's possession can only simplify at present. The enhancement of spells is almost negligible. For those who have not mastered spells, the Moon Spirit Essence that Kenneth modified is a supreme treasure, but for Kenneth, it is a bit lacking.

"Interested? Then I'll give it to you. I've enhanced its verification capabilities, which should be of great help to your research."

Aside from its most basic auxiliary functions, the current Moon Spirit Essence Liquid can be described as a modern version of the God-Slaying Whip. The mystery bestowed by the Third Law will directly affect the opponent's soul, from inflicting damage to erasing the records of the Star Netherworld. Various levels can be freely selected. Without any intention of being polite to Kenneth, Morgan raised his hand and engraved the magic into the costume.

"Then I won't be polite."

The Moon Spirit Essence Liquid transformed into a silver chain and was worn on her wrist. With a slight shake, Morgan, who had participated in the design of the base, understood the ability of the ceremonial item in her hand. With a hint of surprise, Morgan raised her hand and controlled the white light to pass over the test tube in front of her.

"This is what you call erasing the records of the Star Netherworld. What a terrifying ability. What is the limit to how much I can use it?"

Instead of asking about the upper limit of Craft Essences, Morgan, who had studied the Jewel Sword, went straight to the question that concerned her most. Morgan knew very well that for those who didn't possess magic, their own personal qualities were the key to determining the upper limit of Craft Essences.

"Let me think about your usage limit, Lancelot. You can erase his Servant status. As for that golden guy, a few more hits won't be a problem."

The criteria for erasure are the strength of the target's soul. Unlike magic, which is completely different, magic directly bypasses magic power and the restrictions on magic power and acts on the target's soul. It is simple and brutal, but very practical.

"The power of law is truly mysterious and unreasonable. When are you planning to go to Japan? Orange heard you're going and has already started packing her bags."

As Morgan sat gracefully, the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid lifted him up, and with a light but not insignificant joke, he steered the conversation toward Kenneth's next move.

"Three days from now, I still have some ideas that need to be verified, and I need to deal with the tail end of this period."

"The tail? There's definitely a lot to deal with."

...

In the Avalon Sea within the Star, the Lady of Avalon, who had traveled a long way, sat swaggering in Merlin's designated spot, observing Kenneth. Meanwhile, Merlin, the original owner of this Tower of the End, was being used as a sausage by Merly hanging outside the tower. Eating Merlin's food and drinking Merlin's tea, Merly enjoyed Merlin's carefree life of slacking off without any qualms.

After watching a blush-inducing live stream, Meryl's Nightmare x (Succubus √) instincts leaked a trace of her aura. To avoid being caught by Morgan, the slippery Meryl immediately moved her base to Avalon. It's not a skill to trick others, Meryl is ruthless enough to trick herself. Even if Morgan sensed her aura and attacked through the internet, Merlin would take the hit for her. Meryl said: We're all Merlin, so what if you take a beating for me! (Hands on hips!)

As for whether Morgan would believe Merlin's sophistry, Merlin wasn't worried at all. "We're all Merlin. The Morgans I know don't believe me. Why should the Morgans of this world believe you?" Merlin thought, comparing the two of them to ensure that everything was foolproof. Then, Merlin, who knew how to enjoy life, tore open the potato chips she had taken and stuffed them into her mouth, and opened a bottle of soda and kept chugging it down.

"This is great, living here is really great, hiccup~~~"

After letting out a burp filled with the smell of carbon dioxide, Ms. Avalon, who never cared about her image, leaped onto the large bed she had taken and began to admire the projection in front of her.

"How could little Morgan in this world have turned out like this? What happened to her? Are King Arthur and Mordred actually girls? Hehe, they're so cute even though they're so small~"

Just as Meryl was engrossed in peeping and unable to extricate herself, the Grand Otaku climbed up to the balcony with his bare hands.

Hey, what brings you here? Didn't we agree to not interfere with each other and avoid each other?

As fellow Merlins, these two wretches with the same line of sight naturally knew of each other's existence. In order not to interfere with each other's choices, the two wretches unanimously avoided each other's field of vision.

"What are you saying, Merlin? I'm your cutest little sister. What's wrong with visiting your brother whom you haven't seen in a long time? Get out of the way. Even if you are my brother, you can't come into my room."

With a sullen yet coy expression, Merlin used her wand to knock Merlin down as he tried to climb onto the balcony. With a flick of her finger, the projection in front of her locked onto Kenneth.

"Who exactly are you? How did you manage to escape your original fate and become the only surviving man in the vast world?"

With a domineering and wicked charm, Mary, who had traveled a long way to slack off, wrapped herself in a blanket and gave Kenneth in the screen a look that said, "Man, you've piqued my interest."

"You mean him? I observed him for a while when he summoned Morgan. He's a very interesting man. I have his disc here, do you want it?"

With a large bump on his head from being hit by the magic wand, Merlin, who was in good physical condition enough to run a marathon, climbed up the balcony again, just like an old man selling CDs under a pedestrian bridge. Merlin simply pulled a few CDs out of his pocket.

"No, why are you in again? Brother, you should just stay in the basement. A gloomy otaku like you should stay where you belong."

With a disdainful air, and having given up on the act, Merlin was shoved into the basement of the Tower of the End. After sending Merlin away, relying on her shared senses as a scoundrel, Merlin rummaged through the drawers and found the disc Merlin had hidden in his room. With anticipation, Merlin rubbed her hands together and stuffed the disc into the borrowed DVD player. After a brief quantum reading, Merlin's expression immediately fell.

"What a waste of your eyes! You didn't record any of the crucial information!"

She casually tossed the CDs containing Kenneth's past onto her bedside table, picked up a soda and some chips, and with a NEET-like expression, began to observe Kenneth, who was on the surface of the world.

"Oh dear, that witch is sneaking over again! Record it! Hurry up, I'm getting impatient waiting! What are you waiting for? She's practically begging you, and you're still keeping her hanging on. You're such a rascal..."

"Oh, I see. Let her open up on her own? That's a great idea..."

As the image zoomed in, the Nightmare bloodline stirred with desire. To avoid being disturbed, the lowly Merlin projected Avalon from the Fire Shop to cover the room. After scraping a sign outside the door that read "Merlin and dogs not allowed," the "interested" Merlin wrapped herself in a blanket and began to study carefully.

"Wow~ Wow!! Is there such a move? He really knows his stuff..."

A thousand years of inner turmoil stirred within her. This was only the second time in her life that she had witnessed a mini-game, and she was overwhelmed by the visual impact. She pulled her arms back under the covers, her body burning with heat, and without any instruction, she began to use her ancestral skill: today, the cost of playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) would be paid for by Ms. Avalon.

With Morgan's reminder, Kenneth also sensed that aura this time—repressed yet unrestrained. Kenneth knew that that scumbag Mary was using him as a punching bag again. He silently used the Third Method to record Mary's aura. Kenneth vowed that once he caught that scumbag, he would make Mary roll her eyes and make a peace sign in front of him.

Several hours later, as the blanket shivered, Mary suddenly felt that everything had become utterly boring.

"Hoo~ Hoo~ Is it finally over? This man is like a beast."

Avalon, after Meryl poked her head out from under the covers and changed her own bedding, sat up with a sudden realization, pulled up her pants, and said: So-so.

"Let me see, is little Morgan still studying magic? Good thing he wasn't discovered... King Arthur of this world... Hmm, he's eating again... That man, damn it, why can't I see him again? Why are you chatting away from Miss Meryl? Miss Meryl will just watch, she definitely won't disturb you..."

Chapter 177 Departure, Observing the Cloth

While Ms. Avalon was secretly grieving over the interruption of her live stream, on the surface of the world, Kenneth, who had already obtained enough of Meryl's aura, handed the ball of light in his hand to Morgan, who had arrived on the scene. Kenneth also had an idea on how to capture Meryl: close the door and release Morgan.

"Is this aura real? Is the one monitoring us actually Merlin from another world?"

Thinking of that scumbag, Morgan felt his blood pressure getting out of control. Double the scumbag, double the pleasure. Morgan planned to leave none alive!

"She should be called Mary, someone even more annoying than Mary. If it were you, catching her shouldn't be a problem."

Kenneth spoke with confidence. Legend had it that Vivian had captured Meryl, and Morgan had a natural advantage in this regard. Moreover, unlike Merlin, Meryl had deliberately shut down her clairvoyance for her own amusement. His peculiarity was enough to captivate Meryl, a scoundrel driven by personal pleasure. As long as his actions were bold enough, Meryl would definitely not escape Morgan's grasp. And when that time came, Kenneth would absolutely make Meryl his source of amusement.

"Merry? Parallel worlds are really interesting."

With the composure of a hunter, Morgan carefully put away the light that recorded Merry's aura. She, Morgan, had experience dealing with the Fou spirits.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow. While she’s focusing her attention on me, I’ll be leaving Mary in your care.”

Nodding to indicate that she understood, and after discussing and agreeing on some follow-up matters with Kenneth, the study space moved up, and the two of them, who had been talking for a while, walked out of the study under Meryl's watchful gaze.

"Seriously, those two are definitely up to something! They must have been doing something shady behind my back."

Venting her resentment, and with the surveillance entering its garbage time, a listless Mary stuffed the discs on the bedside table into the DVD player and started catching up on anime. As a Nightmare (Succubus) lady who was full of interest in having fun, her displeasure at being dragged to work overtime disappeared under Kenneth's abnormal behavior. Watching the man trying to swim in the black mud on the screen, Mary's mischievous spirit was ignited.

"The Third Law? What does your magic taste like?"

Kenneth's delicate tongue brushed past her pink lips. As the only remaining succubus on Earth, Kenneth's magic, which originated from the perpetual motion of the soul, was a tempting feast for Mary. Lady Avalon was drooling.

The next day, under Sakura's incredulous gaze, Asagami Fujino put the luggage into the trunk. Sakura's heart was heavy with worry after her best friend, with whom she had talked all night, had run off. Suppressing her surging possessiveness, Sakura looked expectantly at Kenneth.

"Teacher, Sakura also wants to go back to Japan. Can you take her with you?"

After a moment's thought, Kenneth rejected the loli's glare. Sakura's expression visibly darkened after Kenneth's rejection.

“Sakura, Lydel will be going to Fuyuki in a few days. Don’t worry about what other people think, just go with her.”

Stroking the little girl's head, Kenneth got into the car heading to the airport. Watching Kenneth leave, Sakura turned her gaze to the mansion in the backyard. Remembering Lydia, who thought she had fooled everyone, Sakura's expression instantly turned somewhat displeased.

"Aunt Lidel (emphasis)! Are you going to Fuyuki because of my sister?"

Heading towards the backyard, the quick-thinking Sakura began plotting how to get Lydeer to take her to Kanbuko City. As Kenneth's obedient child, Sakura had to maintain a good image in front of him; let that old woman Lydeer bear the consequences of her mistakes and punishments.

Lydia: What a wonderful thing!

As a friendly city of Misaki City, Kanbuko City's modern atmosphere far surpasses that of Misaki City. After a flight of more than ten hours, Kenneth set foot in this extraordinary city for the second time. With towering buildings in sight, Kenneth strolled from the airport into the city center with a different mindset than before.

Because of the holiday, there were significantly more people on the streets than Kenneth had last time. Among the passersby, Kenneth also saw several students from Reien Girls' Academy. In this era before the XP system was released, prayer was still a sacred word, and these high school students dressed in nuns' habit seemed as ordinary as the passersby on the street.

"Sir Kenneth, they are not nuns of the church, but students of the Reiyuan Girls' Academy. Because it is a Christian academy, their uniforms are closer to Mass attire."

Understanding the relationship between magicians and the church, Asagami Fujino, a local, explained the scene to Kenneth. After Kenneth nodded slightly to indicate his understanding, he headed towards the Garan no Dormitory where Aozaki Touko lived. Driven by fate, Aozaki Touko, tired of opulent splendor, still chose that unfinished building, enjoying the freedom of its drafty interior.

Stand users are drawn to each other, and the mysterious, demonic aura they exude will also attract unusual attention. Standing beneath the abandoned building, Kenneth examined the barrier set up by Aozaki Touko.

"Lord Kenneth, is this Teacher Orange's workshop?"

"Yes, the Hall of the Temple ...

After explaining the meaning of Aozaki Touko to Asagami Fujino, with a flick of his finger, the barrier that Aozaki Touko had set up at great expense cracked open in front of Kenneth, creating an opening large enough for three people to pass through.

"Let's go, Orange isn't here, let's put our luggage down first as guests."

As a considerate boss, Kenneth had witnessed Orange's hard work and dedication. To show his concern for his female subordinate, Kenneth decided to reluctantly stay there. The moment the barrier was broken, Aozaki Orange, wearing a hard hat and dressed as Cinderella supervising the construction of Ogawa's apartment, shuddered violently. After looking around to make sure everything was alright, Aozaki Orange shakily pulled out a cigarette. "Hmm, a Furongwang cigarette, and life won't be aimless."

"Could it be that guy? Hmm, what am I afraid of? I haven't done anything wrong. It's no big deal for the El-Melloi family to take a few things. Yes, I didn't do anything wrong!"

As the sun set, Aozaki Touko's desolate shadow stretched long, one cigarette after another, until the ground was covered with ashtrays. Aozaki Touko, now an ashtray, led her knight, resolute in his death, back to the workshop. Daytime belonged to prosperity, night to sin. After the bubble economy burst, the remnants of the past, wandering in the darkness, began their revelry, while the darkness, driven back by the sunlight, bred in the corners of the city.

At the Ryougi residence, the sleeping girl opened her eyes, donned a red leather jacket, and deftly tucked her short sword into her waistband. As the personality who bore all of Shiki's negative emotions, Ori began to vent. The short sword was only for self-defense; Ori, unwilling to become a murderer, had never killed anyone. Wandering aimlessly through narrow, dark alleys was Ori's way of relieving stress. If she encountered a few clueless thugs, Ori would feel even more relaxed.

As Zhi wandered aimlessly, sparks flickered on the street directly opposite. In Zhi's perception, the woman walking towards her was unusual. Orange hair, orange eyes, her right hand clutching her coat behind her back, and the malnourished Zhi instinctively glanced at her own chest at the sight of the woman beneath her white shirt.

"Oh dear, my bad. I got carried away and forgot that you can't smoke on the street. It's very dangerous at night. You should go home early, young lady."

After stubbing out her cigarette and putting it back in the pack, Aozaki Touko, exuding affability, quickly disappeared under the orange streetlights after giving a few instructions to the street urchins on the road. Watching Aozaki Touko walk away, Ryougi Ori slowly loosened her grip on the hilt of her sword.

"What a strange guy!"

After her outburst, Ori, eager to release her stress, walked into a side alley in the opposite direction from Aozaki Touko. A faint smell of blood reached her nose, and Ori's body trembled uncontrollably. Instinctively, she drew her short sword and continued deeper into the alley.

"That girl just now—no, I should say the young man—is he a dual-soul being? He was brimming with an unusual aura, yet there wasn't a trace of bloodshed. Was he enduring something? He's truly a promising talent."