Magician in Type-Moon

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"It seems there's a problem."

Luvia II spoke, looking around. Her voice showed no sign of panic, but it was hoarse from extreme exhaustion.

They had just endured fierce battles against Chimera and Wyverns, and then engaged in a near-mad death struggle with Hydra. Even with their exceptional magic circuits and precious magic-sealing gems, they couldn't compensate for their sheer physical exhaustion.

The fact that they can still stand here at this moment is already an amazing testament to their endurance.

A few seconds passed.

Luvia I's eyes flickered slightly.

Her gaze was fixed on one spot in the arena—

Sapphire Horse.

More accurately, it was her familiar.

From the moment she boarded the Deathline Joy Ship, she released her familiar to ensure basic information sharing. However, after Van Fim set up a barrier, the familiar's activities were severely hampered, making reconnaissance almost impossible.

But now, that invisible constraint has been removed.

The familiar flapped its wings and landed lightly in Luvia I's palm, nuzzling her fingers affectionately like a puppy.

She raised her other hand and gently scratched the soft feathers under its neck, her brows furrowing slightly.

Like a blind person reading Braille, I carefully stroked the back of the sapphire horse with my fingertips.

Her expression grew increasingly serious.

"If this is true... what is Kiz's true nature..."

.........

As Matouike finished speaking, various concepts surfaced in the gamblers' minds.

Physical body, temple, and enchanted realm.

The originally scattered parts are now united by the concept of beauty, transforming into a complete puzzle.

“Originally, Reality Marbles are not magic that can be maintained for a long time,” Matou Ike said slowly, his tone filled with confident analysis. “Generally speaking, if you build a Reality Marble inside yourself, you can indeed escape the world’s corrective forces, but your method is different.”

Kiz's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of panic, and even revealing a hint of appreciation.

"You abandoned your own body and instead made the Reality Barrier your physical body."

Matou Ike's words plunged the entire betting session into a deathly silence.

If a typical enchanted realm is to "fold" a part of the world into one's own mental landscape, then Kiz's approach completely overturns this common sense.

His method is exactly the opposite of "constructing an inherent barrier on the inside of the body".

"In this case, reversing the order is of great significance."

Matouchi's gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over Van Fem, who was still sitting upright to the side.

"Because even if the physical body is abandoned, the original 'corpse' still remains in this world."

The gamblers' expressions subtly changed.

This statement actually reveals a chilling truth.

"In other words, Mr. Van Fem, the body you 'examined' at that time was exactly like that."

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the Dead Apostle in the white top hat.

"Hmm, huff, huff..."

The magician of the Wandering Sea let out a unique laugh, a laugh that seemed to carry a hint of mockery, yet also a carefree joy. His skin had a healthy hue, and he looked as if he were still alive.

But that's just the surface.

His eyes, his reactions, and even his every move were exactly the same as they were just a day earlier—when Kiz was still alive.

However, this is the most abnormal part.

The beautiful magician finally spoke, denying everyone's intuition.

"Just as your hypothesis suggests."

Kiz slowly raised the corners of his lips, a pleasant smile in his eyes, yet also a hint of unsettling elegance.

"That thing called the 'Origin Missile'... is truly terrifying."

The gamblers held their breath.

"It not only revealed the death I had long cherished..."

He raised his hand and gently pressed it against his chest, as if trying to sense whether he truly existed.

"It even temporarily removed the magic I had prepared."

After a brief silence, he shrugged, his tone as casual as if it were none of his business.

"Oh dear, the 'Grim Reaper' sent by my descendants is truly terrifying."

Kiz blinked lightly, as if savoring Matou Ike's reasoning, then tilted his head slightly, his tone casual as if discussing an ordinary betting game: "So, is that it?"

Indeed, several mysteries have come to light.

The murderer is Isilid.

Kiz is his temple, and also his inherent barrier.

However, one question remains unresolved—the significance of this place.

"How about it?" Kiz smiled, his gaze casually sweeping over each gambler who hadn't yet left the room. "Aren't you going to try to solve it?"

Matou Ike did not answer immediately, but looked at him quietly.

The casino lights, like flowing golden tides, enveloped Kiz in a dazzling glow, making his beauty seem almost unreal, as if he were part of this "temple."

But that's precisely why the problem is even more critical.

Matou Ike finally spoke, her tone calm: "At first I thought this was a Reality Marble."

The gamblers' whispers stopped for a moment.

"But if you are a Reality Marble, then that doesn't make sense."

The air seemed to be sucked away instantly, and even the sounds of machinery in the background became distant.

"The definition of a Reality Marble is to reverse the 'mental world' into reality. Once the spell is completed, it is fixed and unchanging. Even if it can be maintained through special means, it will not change on its own."

His voice was a few decibels lower than usual, as if he were slowly revealing some unsettling truth.

"But your figure is here, intertwined with this dreamlike and blurry place."

Silence fell.

The gamblers' expressions immediately became complicated. Some held their breath, some whispered something, but no one dared to break the silence.

Kiz laughed.

His eyes, so beautiful they seemed otherworldly, narrowed slightly, as if he had finally heard the answer he wanted.

"hehe."

A soft laugh spread through the silence, carrying a hint of pleasure. He slowly raised his hand, his index finger gracefully tracing an arc in the air, as if gently overturning the last chip on the gambling table.

"Then I will take this as punishment."

—A mutation occurs.

Countless translucent feathers appeared out of thin air, as if drifting down from another dimension, gently enveloping a figure in a distant room.

It's Elgo.

He instinctively trembled, but it was too late to break free.

Those were not ordinary feathers.

—It is Bai Ruolong's Illusionary Wings!

Chapter 523 The More Distant Past

Bai Ruolong's murmurs echoed in the space where feathers were scattered, as if she were confessing to someone who could no longer respond.

“I’m sorry, Elgo. This is an ancient covenant.”

His fangs were slightly exposed, as if in helplessness or self-reproach.

But regardless of his emotions, the wheel of fate had already been turned by Kiz.

Kiz gently waved his hand to the side, and the air seemed to be pulled by invisible threads—

"Caught!"

Elgo's body suddenly rose into the air, as if pulled up by invisible chains, and hovered above the round table.

His arms were forced open, like a sacrifice nailed to a cross.

Magic was squeezed out of the body like a tidal wave, and what emerged was not the usual brilliance of magic circuits in operation, but something abnormal, enormous, and almost immeasurable—

It cannot be described with words like "huge" or "enormous".

That's something that even the word "measurement" sounds arrogant.

Matou Ike's gaze shifted slightly as she calmly observed the "something" that had been torn from Elgo's body.

“Those were…the Three Pillar Gods he ate…”

The moment the words were spoken, the gamblers held their breath, and some even took a step back out of fear.

This goes beyond their understanding of gambling and winning or losing.

Kiz simply sighed, his face still bearing the perfect smile.

"What a pity, Matou."

He turned his head to the side, the golden light illuminating his flawless profile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, even in a sigh, he was still stunningly beautiful.

“If you win at the banquet on the ship, my plan will fail.”

His voice carried a light, regretful tone, as if commenting on an amusing gamble: "After all, the bet between Miss Luvia and me was—"

The losing party must comply with the demands of the winning party.