The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Because the Saintess had sent a messenger to tell her Blake was back.

"Wait, sister."

Elvire asked doubtfully, "According to you, this generation’s Saintess is also Olivia? She’s not dead either?"

Daeli glanced up at her. "Isn’t that just what you wanted?"

"Weren’t you going to go fight her to the death? If this generation’s Saintess wasn’t Olivia, who would you go fight?"

Elvire: "..."

’That’s true, but I really didn’t expect that Fox Spirit Saintess, Olivia, to still be alive.’

"I was just thinking of making the daughter pay for the mother’s debts..." Elvire muttered under her breath.

"Just forget it," Daeli said bluntly. "With that little body of yours, a hundred of you combined couldn’t touch a single hair on her head."

Tier Ten and Tier Six were too far apart. It was no exaggeration to say they were as different as clouds and mud. To put it bluntly, the current Elvire wasn’t even qualified to start trouble with Olivia.

"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like I’ll... Mmph!"

Elvire stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing her mistake. She quickly covered her mouth. ’That was close,’ she thought. ’I almost let it slip.’

But to her surprise, Daeli finished her sentence, "It’s not like you’ll die, right?"

Elvire: "..."

’The topic she’d worked so hard to change had been brought right back.’

She still didn’t realize that Daeli was deliberately guiding the conversation; she hadn’t forgotten about this matter for a single moment.

"You may not die, but your soul will be wounded. If it’s serious, you might be bedridden for three to five months," Daeli said. "Don’t go looking for trouble."

Elvire wanted to continue playing dumb.

But in the next second, Daeli shattered that naive notion.

"Put that book aside for now and look at the next one," Daeli said.

Elvire did as she was told.

Then her eyes shot wide open, her doe-like eyes rounding as if she’d seen something incredible.

"The *Fallen Nether Technique*?"

"You have this book too, sister?"

Daeli retorted, "Is that so surprising?"

’I have all the Books of Ancient Language from the third floor of the Holy Temple Library, so isn’t it normal for me to have one from the fourth floor too?’

"That’s not what you’re really trying to say, is it?" Daeli said softly.

Elvire hid it well, but her "surprised" reaction had already exposed her true thoughts—Daeli had seen what she was really trying to say.

"You didn’t guess wrong."

Daeli looked into the young woman’s eyes and said, "Not only do I know you’re a fake, but I also know how you got here."

"There’s only one method in this world that can create such a perfect Soul Reflection, use it to pass for the real thing, and even affect reality."

"That is the *Fallen Nether Technique*, adapted by Blake and dozens of great Scholars from the Gwenster Knight Family’s Secret Technique, the *Netherworld Technique*. And that Book of Ancient Language has now become a forbidden text, sealed away in the Church Court’s Bright King’s Court. The Gwenster Family, which once possessed the *Fallen Nether Technique*, was exterminated for it and no longer exists."

The copy of the *Netherworld Technique* in her hands was just a "Rubbing" the Saintess had someone deliver. Its only purpose was to be a memento.

If one were to open the book, they would find that it’s only a shell with no content.

The Bright King’s Court is under the Pope’s direct command; not even the Saintess can order them around. They were the ones who destroyed Kovri back then.

"Is it strange that I know everything?" Daeli asked.

Elvire nodded hesitantly. Her head was already spinning, and she didn’t know how she could keep hiding things...

’Do the "NPCs" of the Consciousness Riverbed have the ability to read the minds of us "Players" in real-time?’

’Although, according to Sopea’s theory, the Consciousness Riverbed is made up of everyone’s consciousness, so being able to read minds would make sense. Still, Elvire found it very strange, with an indescribable sense of absurdity.’

"Eli, think carefully. In the history of your world, haven’t there been many great figures who seemed out of place for their era?"

"Someone predicted the future with ballads, single-handedly causing an Empire to change dynasties."

"Someone achieved things in multiple fields at once—painting, sculpture, architecture, mathematics, physics, and even astronomy—that ordinary people could never hope to match, like an omnipotent god."

"And someone else slept only two hours a day and contributed over a thousand inventions that were ahead of their time, some of which you might still be using today..."

"And these people..."

Daeli paused, then asked Elvire, "Do you really think they were just geniuses who were smarter than ordinary people?"

"No."

"They were us."

Elvire: "???"

Daeli’s last sentence was like an object dropped from the sixty-ninth floor, smashing right into her forehead and turning her brain completely to mush.

’Why...?’

’Why does sister know everything?’

’What does "They were us" mean?’

’So people from the Consciousness Riverbed can also influence the Real World by cultivating the *Fallen Nether Technique*...?’

"Consciousness Riverbed?"

Daeli was no stranger to this term. It usually appeared in books related to Advanced Mysticism, but it shouldn’t have appeared here. She seemed to understand something, and a slightly odd expression appeared on her face as she asked the young woman, "You don’t actually think this is the Consciousness Riverbed, do you?"

Elvire: "Isn’t it?"

"Who told you that?" Daeli asked.

"Sopea," Elvire replied. "He’s an expert in Dream Science. He used to be a mentor at the Holy Sanctuary."

"Oh, him..."

Daeli hadn’t heard the name "Sopea"—perhaps she’d forgotten, or perhaps he’d changed his name in this life. But she did remember a Grand Mage in the Holy Sanctuary who was skilled in dreams, and she couldn’t help but laugh. "How could you believe even him?"

Elvire: "..."

’Shouldn’t I have believed him?’

’Sopea might be a bit annoying, with that long face he wears all day like everyone owes him money, but when it comes to serious matters and knowledge, Sopea is very reliable.’

"It’s not that he’s unreliable, but the Consciousness Riverbed is something that even your brother-in-law didn’t understand. How could he possibly understand it?" Daeli said. Objectively speaking, her words were biased. After all, Carl Black wasn’t a god and couldn’t be an expert in everything. But she would say it anyway, because in her heart, her husband was the greatest in the world, beyond compare.

In a big family, you’re bound to get all kinds.

Over the long years, it wasn’t as if no one had advised her to find a new man, forget Carl Black, and try to start a new life. People are supposed to look forward, not live in the past.

Their Blazing Angel Family had been powerful for hundreds of years and was still one of the few Duke Families in the Empire. There was certainly no shortage of talented young men. Daeli could say with certainty that many of them were excellent, whether in character, Talent, or looks.

A pity they weren’t Blake.

Elvire had no time to find fault with Daeli’s words; she was still thinking.

Racking her brain.

Whether she should believe Sopea, whether Sopea truly understood the Consciousness Riverbed, and the mutual influence between the "New World" and the Real World... and so on. None of that was important right now.

The important thing was, if this wasn’t the Consciousness Riverbed, then where was it?

Seeing her distressed and confused look, Daeli couldn’t help but sigh softly.

"It looks like you’ve truly fallen in love."

’Otherwise, she wouldn’t have become as foolish as I once was.’

She had made everything so clear, yet Elvire still hadn’t figured it out.

’Or maybe she has figured it out but finds it hard to believe?’

But whether she believed it or not, it was the truth.

"Eli, the *Fallen Nether Technique* is not the Meditation Technique you think it is."

If it were merely Meditation, why would the Church Court list it as a forbidden book and forbid anyone from reading it?

Conventional Meditation creates a Soul Reflection in a Wizard’s mind that no one can see but themselves, like having a dream. But the *Fallen Nether Technique* can draw that Soul Reflection out of the body, cross all physical barriers, and turn it into a "real person."

Therefore, Elvire didn’t travel from the Real World to an illusory Spiritual World. Rather, by means of an illusory Soul Reflection, she arrived in another real world.

"Your world is just a pasture, Eli."

"This is the real Wizarding World, where you once lived."

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