The Truth Behind the Disappearance of Power

On the other side, Tilis crouched on the ground, meticulously studying the third scene, which seemed to have been paused.

Luo Wei's confession didn’t surprise her much—after all, back in the seaside town, she had already learned some of his secrets, even earlier and more than the others.

Recalling the past, if not for Luo Wei’s "time-reversal" ability, he wouldn’t have made her face the harsh reality and cherish the beauty she still had.

She glanced back at the overly affectionate couple clinging to each other and rolled her eyes in disdain.

What kind of time was this? Still being all lovey-dovey! They should be seizing this rare chance to strategize and work together to defeat their formidable enemy!

With a huff, the witch turned back and resumed scrutinizing every detail of the scene.

After Luo Wei showed everyone the so-called "possible futures,"

Helena’s delicate face was full of worry. "If you can see the future, how far ahead is it? What happens to us...? Is there even one future where we succeed?"

Luo Wei smiled and ruffled her soft hair. "Of course there is. There’s definitely one perfect ending—I’ve already seen it."

"What is it?" Helena pressed eagerly. "What kind of ending did you see?"

Luo Wei pretended to ponder mysteriously. "Hmm... Well, I saw a sunny afternoon. Our whole family was sitting in that famous old diner in Saint Callen East District, ordering fried fish and chips, hot coffee, vegetable soup... and nothing but meat, all your favorite dishes. After stuffing ourselves, we went shopping, hitting every fun spot until nightfall, when the sky was filled with stars~"

‘Stars in Saint Callen? More like smog...’ Tilis silently scoffed from where she eavesdropped.

"Really, Luo Wei?" Helena’s bright blue eyes sparkled.

"Absolutely," Luo Wei assured her.

Helena gazed at him, hopeful yet anxious. "But... this best future... is it also the hardest to achieve?"

"Not necessarily." Luo Wei looked around at everyone.

He had gathered them here precisely to find the best solution—this situation was too complex for him to handle alone.

No wonder the system had warned him early on that this mission would determine the fate of the world.

Now it was clear: whether it was the Holy Maiden Eleya or the most powerful secular ruler, Charlton II, every move they made would have immeasurable consequences.

And the power to steer the world’s course now lay in Luo Wei’s hands.

"An ability that erases all supernatural powers..." Tilis paced in frustration before stopping in front of Luo Wei. "From what you just showed us, whether it’s your Vampire Magic, Ring Magic, Ophelia’s Dreamscape, or even Sir Fred’s werewolf-like transformation—all of them vanished. But these powers come from entirely different sources! It’s beyond bizarre..."

As a mage, Tilis understood magic better than most. She pulled Luo Wei over to examine his past self’s spellcasting motions in the scene.

"After casting, the mana wasn’t channeled into the ‘magic sigil.’ That means the ‘Ring’ didn’t activate at all. That’s practically impossible—it’s as if this world had no mana to begin with. Like the fundamental laws of reality were rewritten..."

The shock to a mage was unimaginable. Tilis couldn’t accept a world without "magic."

"This isn’t just altering a rule or two..." Luo Wei rewound the scene slightly, watching his past self attempt Vampire Magic. Even the ancient vampiric heritage was gone—the blood core couldn’t shape blood as desired, and their insane regenerative abilities were likely nullified too.

"But Magic Crystal Stones still work," Ophelia pointed toward the city guards, where several advanced magi-tech weapons glowed faintly blue.

"Everything beneficial to him remains; everything harmful disappears..." Tilis grew increasingly unsettled. "Just what is your father? At this point, he might as well be a conceptual-tier god..."

"No way," Ophelia murmured. "He’s just like me... a descendant of Emperor Antius..."

"Wait." Luo Wei frowned. "I almost forgot you’re both the same kind of anomaly. But didn’t you say your father inherited none of the bloodline abilities?"

"Right," Ophelia nodded. "In recent generations, only I awakened powers like Emperor Antius—uncontrollable, monstrous transformations..."

"Do you still believe that now?" Luo Wei asked. "Even Hawkins, a mage of his caliber, wouldn’t dare defy the emperor. I refuse to believe Charlton inherited nothing. He must be a powerful supernatural being himself—possibly stronger than the top three experts combined."

If so, his frail, elderly act was pure deception, fooling even his own children.

No wonder he didn’t care about his heirs killing each other. With such power, his lifespan was likely extended, and as a power-hungry maniac, he might never have planned to pass the throne to anyone.

"If that’s the case!" Ophelia suddenly realized something. "Then he might also be able to use..."

"Dreamscape," Luo Wei finished.

Tilis clapped her hands. "That explains it! How else could something this absurd happen? So the emperor has the exact same ability as Ophelia!"

Luo Wei looked at Ophelia. Ever since her failed "brainwashing" attempt and her breakdown outside the old mansion, her control over Dreamscape had advanced to briefly influencing reality.

If Charlton truly possessed the same power, his version was likely a massively amplified "make-believe-real" ability.

Realization dawned on him. "So that’s why he was so determined to kill you..."

"You share the same power. You could expose him, interfere with his plans."

Tilis wholeheartedly agreed. Smirking, she patted Ophelia’s shoulder. "Looks like you’re the key to breaking this deadlock."

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