On the island, amidst a series of ear-piercing screeches, the densely packed fish-like monsters began swarming toward Luo Wei from all directions.
Helena, standing beside him, immediately prepared to act, but Luo Wei held her back.
"Brother?"
Seeing her puzzled expression, Luo Wei shook his head. "We won't be needed."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the mages. The moment the monsters appeared, the mages swiftly retaliated with spells.
In an instant, dazzling blue light illuminated the area. Luo Wei watched as a barrage of magical attacks rained down on the horde of monsters.
With each wave of spells, the mages mowed down the creatures like reaping wheat, leaving behind a trail of corpses. The intense magical energy they unleashed even caused the surrounding forest to tremble.
Helena's eyes widened in awe. She had never witnessed such a grand spectacle of mages casting spells in unison.
This sight also made Luo Wei reflect. It was fortunate that the Magic Hermitage had limited numbers; otherwise, their ambition to restore the Magic Empire might have already been realized...
While the mages fought, Elder Margery circled high above, her expression grave as she looked at Tilis.
"There are too many of them! More than we can see. The waters around the island are teeming with monsters surfacing endlessly!"
She quickly scanned the area. "We're vulnerable to attacks from all sides here. Let's find a new foothold."
Elder Roens immediately agreed, but as the two elders turned to Tilis for a decision, they noticed her staring at the fish-like monsters, frozen in place.
"Vice President?"
"Tilis??"
The elders called out several times before Tilis finally snapped out of her daze.
"Huh? You were saying... about a foothold?"
She paused for a moment. "Yes... alright. Let's follow Elder Margery's suggestion."
The two elders exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what had preoccupied her, but they didn't press further and quickly issued orders to the mages of the Hermitage.
This scene caught Luo Wei's attention. Frowning, he approached Tilis.
"What were you thinking just now? Why were you spacing out in such a critical moment?"
"Huh?" Tilis looked at Luo Wei blankly before quickly replying, "It's... it's nothing."
"Tilis?" Luo Wei frowned, staring intently into her eyes. "What's really going on?"
Tilis hesitated, her lips parting slightly.
After a moment of silence, she murmured, "I think... I've seen something like this before. That's why I got lost in thought."
"You've seen this before?" Luo Wei looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?"
Tilis closed her eyes, as if trying to recall something.
"I remember..."
"I think I remember... the first time I came to this island with my teacher, we encountered a similar situation..."
"Perhaps because of the Sea God's corpse, there were countless fish-like monsters. They came at us in a frenzy, but my teacher easily wiped them out..."
"That's why it felt so familiar..."
Luo Wei eyed her suspiciously. Why did she need to recall something that had only happened half a year ago?
As he watched her struggle to remember, a realization struck him.
Her memories were likely incomplete.
Every time he had tried to get her to explain how Usoma had ascended to godhood or what had happened that day, she had been vague and evasive. She would often repeat, like a mantra, "Teacher succeeded! I will succeed too!"
At first, he thought she was dodging the topic, but now it seemed she genuinely couldn't remember.
With this in mind, Luo Wei looked at her seriously. "What exactly happened after you arrived on the island, especially on the day Usoma disappeared? Please tell me. This is important."
Tilis's eyes snapped open, her purple irises flickering uneasily.
"I don't know..."
"I don't know..."
"Some memories are clear, but others are hazy. I even remember the exact reason the President used to expel me..."
"Because my teacher's research institute was established in secret, without the knowledge of the elders. When it was discovered, many elders sided with the President..."
"But there are many things, the most important things, that I can't recall..."
Tilis clenched her eyes shut, trying desperately to remember.
Luo Wei watched her trembling form and gently reassured her, "Take your time. It'll come to you."
"I know, I know..."
Tilis clutched her head, groaning in pain.
"I can't remember..."
"I just can't..."
"My last meeting with my teacher... what exactly happened..."
Luo Wei stared at her intently, noticing that as her emotions fluctuated, her body began to shimmer unnaturally once again.
He frowned. This wasn't the first time Tilis had exhibited such changes. It seemed to be tied to her unique physical nature.
According to her attributes, Tilis was labeled as a "spiritual entity."
In the realm of mysticism, the non-physical aspects of a person are divided into four layers: the spiritual body, the astral body, and so on. The core of it all, the essence of a person's being, even their soul, is the spiritual body.
In other words, Tilis had long since separated her soul from her physical form. Her true existence wasn't her outward appearance but her inner spiritual body.
This was why Luo Wei had initially thought the witch was already dead and even wanted to touch her face to see if it was warm...
As he pondered this, Tilis's expression grew increasingly pained.
She clutched her head, as if no matter how hard she tried, the memories wouldn't surface.
Finally, her body swayed unsteadily, and she collapsed.
"Tilis?" Luo Wei immediately stepped forward to catch her.
Tilis leaned weakly against Luo Wei, her eyes dazed as she opened them.
"I'm sorry, Luo Wei. I really can't remember..."
Luo Wei sighed, looking at her. "You need to rest. You're not in a good state right now."
But Tilis shook her head vigorously. "No, it's fine! It's fine!"
Suddenly, she grabbed Luo Wei's wrist, her eyes wide with urgency. "I hear a calling in my mind!"
"It's telling me that once we get there... everything will become clear! Luo Wei, help me up!"
Luo Wei had no choice but to support her. Tilis suddenly seemed revitalized, breaking free from his hold and staring eagerly at the structure atop the cliff.
It was the direction of the Divine Research Institute.
"We need to hurry! We can't waste any more time!"
With that, she rushed toward the two elders, filled with impatience and determination.
Soon, under Tilis's orders, the mage contingent split into two groups. One group stayed behind to fend off the monsters, while the other advanced swiftly toward the research institute, aiming to reach it before nightfall.
As he watched the hurried mages around him, Luo Wei gazed thoughtfully at Tilis's retreating figure.
A thought lingered on the edge of his mind, just out of reach.
He turned his gaze once more toward the Divine Research Institute on the cliff.
She was right. Once they reached there...
All the questions, all the mysteries—about the gods, the truth, Usoma, and even Tilis's true intentions—would be unveiled, leaving no room for doubt.
He, too, felt a growing sense of urgency.
This enigma, which had begun with a letter, had led them from Saint Callen to Brugge, and finally to this unnamed island housing the corpse of the Sea God.
It was time for answers.
But at the same time, an unprecedented sense of danger loomed over him.
The final stretch would undoubtedly be perilous.
Someone would die.
Luo Wei's steps slowed as he silently turned to Helena and Evelyn.
"Brother?" Helena immediately sensed he had something to say.
Luo Wei glanced at Helena, then shifted his gaze to Evelyn.
"Teacher," he said in a low voice, "the magical restrictions on the island have been lifted. Take advantage of the chaos and leave. Head to our landing point and secure a boat."
"Luo Wei?" Evelyn quickly looked around.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to this area, she quickly asked again, "What do you mean..."
Luo Wei gazed at her intently, "Your movements are the most discreet here, so only you can accomplish this."
"Teacher, return to Brugge now and find Officer Raymond. Tell him to bring the people from the Saint Callen Church immediately."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."