Catastrophe Card King

His technique seemed to triumph, but in reality… it broke down!

The forbidden spell “World”, which was never wrong, has encountered an incomprehensible error.

How could it be…?

The man in the cloak was greatly taken aback.

Master Merlin knows the seriousness of this cognitive collapse.

Either it breaks to be rebuilt.

Or it crumbles, never to recover.

Either way, it wasn’t about picking a winner.

It was about another person’s Spell “World”.

Master Merlin calmly responded, “Don’t be so troubled. Your spell is the most perfect technique I have ever witnessed. I wasn’t able to break it either. All I have to say is something your teacher left behind.”

The man in the cloak furrowed his brow in response, “My teacher…what he left behind?”

In a blink, it was as if he understood.

“Indeed.”

Master Merlin smiled and continued, “Ten years ago, your teacher failed to persuade me after meeting me. But we were on good terms. He later entrusted me with a message for the next ‘Light Chaser’ who stood before me: Do not rely solely on your senses to perceive the ‘World’. Senses can deceive one’s perception. The truth is often hidden in the most ordinary places. The laws of the universe number fifty, forty-nine are orderly, and one is chaotic. That one is the only weak point of the Demon God Forbidden Spell ‘World’.”

Upon hearing these words, the man in the cloak seemed to have an epiphany.

He thought he had considered every variable, and yet his late teacher taught him his final lesson.

Only in the face of this cognitive collapse could he comprehend the true nature of these words.

He had lost.

Not to Master Merlin.

Nor to his teacher.

But due to that one part “chaos”.

The perfect arrangement he thought he had made.

It turned out to be just another part of someone else’s game.

He stood still, as if struck by lightning, experiencing a moment of great enlightenment.

In this moment, it seemed like an invisible force was lifting his thoughts into the air, flying higher and higher.

At some point, it was as if he had a glimpse of the entire mystery of the universe.

A sense of indescribable profundity came over him.

But that feeling disappeared in an instant.

Master Merlin watched him snap out of that state, continuing, “No need to ask me. I don’t really understand your sequence of spells either. All I’m saying is what your teacher left behind of his ‘World’.”

This is the meaning of legacy.

The man in the cloak struggled to express what he had gained, and respectfully bowed his head: “I have learned a great lesson.”

Master Merlin shook his head, deeply moved, “I thought you were too young. Now it seems that it is the old man who is too conservative. With you as the leader of the Illumination Secret Society, I have high expectations for the future.”

Seven Brown has recently translated a lot of drawings and can’t wait to return to study her machinery.

Leonard Churchill’s goal has already been achieved, so he doesn’t plan to visit the Flood Gang any further.

After leaving Master Merlin’s laboratory, the two agreed on their next meeting and then they parted ways.

Because the laboratory is located underground in the main building of the Hunter’s Association.

Something came to Leonard Churchill’s mind, so he took a stroll inside the association.

The development of the Old Continent is in full swing, and the number of people in the association is increasing by the day.

The magic light screen for mission posting has even increased to several more.

Leonard Churchill visited the Task Hall and saw which interesting alternate dimensions had appeared in the Old Continent.

Master Merlin had previously informed him that the Air Skill Master’s Profession Card requires a special kind of magic core.

After looking for a while, he found a plethora of confusing information.

To find it would likely take a long time.

Leonard Churchill was in no rush, so he went to the Reward Hall.

In addition to various team and material rewards, there were also information posts.

It served like a message board.

It is the most important hub for hunters to exchange information.

He hasn’t forgotten his agreement with Tracy Garcia. If they need to contact, they should leave a number here.

The girl said she would bring many medical books from her family.

Upon searching, Leonard Churchill found a post from “Miss Bun Hair”.

After paying, he received an address: Red District Street, Tulip Hotel.

Leonard Churchill saw that the message was posted a week ago.

At that time, he was still on the Old Continent.

He wasn’t sure if Tracy Garcia had already left, considering that she wasn’t a resident of Sinless City.

Deciding to go and see, Leonard Churchill left, straddled his motorcycle, and tore through the city streets.

Red District Street is not far from Dark Rain Street’s Black Market, which has several large factories and is part of the Commoner’s Quarter, crowded and complex.

After a long search, Leonard Churchill finally found the Tulip Hotel, hidden in a small lane on a crude red-light district, among a row of small hotels.

“Huh…why would Tracy Garcia choose this place to meet?”

Leonard Churchill thought this was very strange.

He now knew that Camilla, Tracy Garcia, and her group were remnants of the old era who fled after the fall of the Orlan Dynasty.

Though Tracy Garcia is not a lady, she still carries a distinct air of scholarly nobility.

This hotel in front of him is inconspicuous and hidden, sending off a seedy vibe.

It gave the impression of being a secret meeting point for some intelligence organisation.

Thinking of the recent upheavals in Sinless City, Leonard Churchill wondered if something had happened.

Without thinking too much about it, he rented a room in the small hotel, which had less than ten guest rooms.

The room conditions were poor, but it had no effect on Leonard Churchill.

For him, it was just another location for reading and meditating on his books.

Time passed in the blink of an eye.