The confrontation between the headmaster and Usoma had chilled the atmosphere of the entire lecture to a freezing point.
Danton sneered as he looked at Usoma, presenting his argument.
"I admit that some of you magicians are quite powerful."
"But the times have already changed! Nowadays, people no longer need the guidance of magicians to live well—in fact, they live even better!"
Danton proudly displayed the magic-driven steam boiler developed by the academy. After the Magic Crystal Stone flashed, the steam engine roared to life, unleashing an endless burst of power.
"I was deeply influenced by Master Gould's teachings, dedicating my life to bringing magic into every household, allowing everyone to share the convenience of magic equally!"
He chuckled as he asked Usoma, "Tell me, how many magicians working day and night would it take to replace this machine? Can you produce steel and firearms? Can you ensure that every one of my students can take a ride to school? No, you can't."
He scoffed, "Talent is a rare gift, one in ten thousand. What kind of revolution can your handful of magicians possibly start? The magical power you take pride in is mass-produced here, worthless!"
"So, give up!" Danton laughed.
"Stop dreaming about reviving your so-called Magic Empire, and stop naively believing you are the saviors of the world!"
"The current Vignar is far stronger and more prosperous than the Magic Empire. Magicians should have long exited history's stage!"
"Let the Magic Empire rest peacefully in its grave. If you don't stir up trouble, we might still remember its merits. Otherwise..."
Danton's gaze darkened. "No one will like you. You will never integrate with the world; you will always be outcasts."
Usoma was stunned.
Tilis was also stunned.
The former's expression was deliberately feigned by Luo Wei, while the latter was truly emotional.
Some harsh words were better delivered through another's mouth, and the effect was even more compelling when her "teacher" Usoma was left speechless, unable to provide any rebuttal...
Tilis carried a heavy burden, but she should set those burdens down.
After leaving the lecture hall, snowflakes flurried, and the world was blanketed in a layer of whiteness.
Tilis was deep in thought.
Luo Wei held her hand, pretending to be curious.
"What's on your mind?"
Tilis looked up, her purple eyes shimmering faintly.
Her emotions were conflicted and complicated.
"The debate just now... my teacher has lost."
Although Usoma later showcased countless astonishing spells that left the students in awe, she still couldn't answer Headmaster Danton's doubts.
Tilis felt that the more her teacher demonstrated, the weaker her argument became. She had never seen her teacher like this before...
Luo Wei laughed, gently stroking her hair in consolation.
"Magic and magicians are indeed difficult to be accepted in this era. Your teacher daringly challenged Callen University alone, so I think she's already quite remarkable."
"But what's the point..." Tilis sighed, "This journey was doomed to be fruitless..."
"So, you think Headmaster Danton made a lot of sense?" Luo Wei feigned surprise, eagerly anticipating her response.
Tilis gazed at the falling snow, hesitating for a long moment.
Then, she slowly nodded.
"My teacher is a very stubborn person. She and the elders always dream of restoring the glory of magicians once the curse is lifted, allowing us to walk openly in the world, even reviving the Magic Empire..."
"But I always feel that reestablishing the Magic Empire from the past isn't such a good idea..."
Tilis recalled the actions of the Magic Hermitage. She looked sadly at Luo Wei.
"Those people, under the name of a noble cause, killed so many innocents. My teacher always speaks so eloquently, but I think she isn't much different from a cult leader... The Magic Hermitage is, in my view, not much different from the evil black witch organizations the Church condemns..."
After saying this, Tilis sighed, pouting her lips slightly.
Luo Wei chuckled, playfully scratching Tilis's fair cheek. In this regard, she was quite clear-headed and also very cute.
"Stop it~" Tilis swatted away Luo Wei's hand, looking at him seriously.
"Do you think magicians shouldn't exist anymore?"
Luo Wei continued teasingly scratching her cheek, "Hmm? Why would you think that?"
Her baby-faced cheeks were fair but blushed slightly from the cold, paired with her determined gaze, making her seem both adorable and fiercely determined.
Faced with Luo Wei's playful hands, Tilis sighed in resignation, no longer resisting.
She simply waited earnestly for Luo Wei's response.
Luo Wei thought for a moment, "I believe that existence is justified. You've been part of this world for so long, even before humanity was in its infancy, you were already reaching for the truth. Such a group can't be easily erased, right?"
Tilis became lost in thought.
Luo Wei, seizing the opportunity, began to play with her delicate earlobes.
They were soft and white, very satisfying to touch.
"But... talent in magic might just as well be a curse..."
"Children might delight in discovering their newfound strength, unaware that it comes with a cost, one they will inevitably pay in madness..."
Tilis sighed and lowered her head, completely unaware that Luo Wei had encircled her in his arms.
"Perhaps, as he said, humanity no longer needs the guidance of magicians to live well anymore..."
"But..."
"Are humans truly prepared to face the coming apocalypse...?"
Luo Wei comforted her with gentle "stroking," and Tilis's train of thought made him quite pleased.
Tilis was an outlier among magicians. She didn't see her identity as a special privilege nor did she long for the commanding status magicians once held in history. She aligned with Gould's ideals.
But Tilis was part of the Magic Hermitage, and she had been indoctrinated with her teacher's concepts since childhood. Her worldview was already firmly established. Although she didn’t believe she deserved special privileges or status, she still harbored a savior complex.
Many magicians in the Magic Hermitage had this flaw—although they killed and massacred villages, they considered themselves good people, fighting against the horrors of the Old Gods, saving the world.
Tilis's previous stubborn statements showed this. She was committed to finding a "beautiful new world," even if it was escapism. She genuinely linked herself to such grandiose terms as "new world"...
In other words, she truly believed the world needed saving, and she felt this responsibility.
The basis of her hatred was her past concern. So, she had indeed been deeply invested in this world.
By contrast, Evelyn had no such concerns.
Evelyn lived quite freely, after all. What does the end of the world have to do with her?
Nothing was more important than the latest luxury bag in the boutique store...
If there was one thing, it was the next bag.
(Consumerism is really harmful!)
The massive bonus Luo Wei received from the City Hall was almost spent...

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!