With the barrage unleashed, heaven and earth were lost.

This statement might sound a bit exaggerated, but in reality, it wasn't far from the truth. At least watching the gleaming, crystalline white orb, shimmering like a snow blossom, the gathered crowd in the distance froze completely. Especially the girls, who were utterly mesmerized by the breathtaking spectacle.

Who says there’s no snow in summer? This summer brought forth a snow of unparalleled beauty—though this snow… was deadly.

The white light sphere met the searing magma, and in an instant, the magma, hot enough to melt iron immediately, was completely absorbed, much like a sponge soaking up water. No matter how powerful the force, it became ineffective before this Light of Fantasy. This was the essence of Fusion, capable of integrating all opposing powers within itself, bearing a striking resemblance to Devouring.

The only difference was that Evangelin’s Devouring was an acceptance; she absorbed everything unchanged—good or evil, strong or weak—and converted it into her own strength. Lin Luo’s Fusion, however, was pure absorption, requiring no conversion; it simply merged the two elements together to become a new power!

Boom! Boom! Boom…

The light sphere, having fused with the power of flame, now erupted with a red radiance. White light signifies purification, while red flame signifies incineration. These two distinct powers merged perfectly—this was the Light of Fantasy!

What cannot be obtained in reality must be seized in fantasy. This was the mightiest power Lin Luo had gained from fusing the Rule of Fusion with Ancient Magic this time!

The strongest spear and the strongest shield cannot coexist? No, what he possessed now was the combination of the strongest spear and shield!

Fate was utterly stunned. If he had possessed any capacity for resistance or any thought of turning defeat into victory before, seeing this power instantly vaporized every shred of hope. He could never have imagined that the most formidable magic could not breach the enemy’s defensive barrier, but would instead be so easily absorbed.

Could a human being accomplish something to this degree?

He finally began to understand why his Master had invited this person. Dangerous—too dangerous! This person’s existence far surpassed that of Nagi in his prime, far surpassed the Red Wings. His ability was the bane of all powers. If the Creator was the origin of a world, then this opponent was its termination.

Invincible!

Fate let out a wry smile. With things as they were, what could he possibly use to fight? His magic nearly depleted, he could only close his eyes and await death.

But just then, a massive magic circle suddenly appeared beneath Fate. Dark energy surged from the black array, vast and dangerous, spinning rapidly. It enveloped Fate’s body, and the Light of Fantasy, which should have absorbed everything, was blocked!

“This is…” Lin Luo couldn't help but frown. While he hadn't intended to kill Fate, what was happening now? Given Fate’s capabilities, he shouldn't be able to block the Light of Fantasy. Therefore, the person who cast this magic array…

“You have accepted the power of the Ancients, O Heir of the Ancients.” Suddenly, a voice full of magnetism resonated from the center of the magic circle. It was difficult to discern the gender of the voice’s owner, but it spoke calmly, “Worlds cannot coexist, and eras cannot merge. O Heir of the Ancients, I await your arrival in the magical world.”

With that, before Lin Luo could react, the magic circle vanished with a beep sound, taking Fate with it.

The red-and-white light sphere lost its target, appearing aimless, drifting in the sky in confusion.

Lin Luo snapped his fingers, and with a whirring sound, all the light spheres shattered in an instant, scattering like countless 'petals' that vanished before they could touch the ground.

“That person just now, the one who could resist the Light of Fantasy, the one who uttered the word ‘Ancient’... it can only be the Creator. Indeed, he is the Creator from the Book of Origins. Truly impressive, to block the Light of Fantasy using only a magic array transmitted from the magical world. Although the repulsion between Ancient Magic and contemporary magic is one factor, it’s also evident that my control over the power is still imperfect. As expected, in terms of magical mastery, I still cannot compare to the Creator... Heh heh.”

The frown on his brow suddenly relaxed, and Lin Luo broke into a slightly excited smile, murmuring to himself, “How interesting. Creator, you truly are an opponent worth anticipating. Since I have come to this world, it would be a waste not to engage you in a fight. Wait for it; I will be over in the magical world soon enough.”

“Teacher, what exactly happened just now?” Soon, the others rushed over, clamoring to ask Lin Luo.

“Hmm, nothing, just a small accident. No need to worry about it,” Lin Luo replied with a calm smile. There was no need to explain such things to them now; perhaps later, if there was an opportunity. “Alright, since the matter is concluded, let’s head back quickly. The others are probably waiting.”

“Go back? Then what about this place…” The girls pointed at the devastated ground, speechless.

“This place…” Lin Luo scratched his head, then declared heartily, “We’ll leave it to the Kansai Sorcery Association. With their abilities, leveling this area shouldn't be difficult. Besides, our train leaves in half an hour, so we don't have time for such trivial matters.”

Everyone was speechless; this was too irresponsible.

Though that’s what they thought internally, truthfully, if they really had to take responsibility for this cleanup, they were quite reluctant, as it had nothing to do with them. Thus, after Lin Luo uttered, “If we linger here, we might get arrested by the police,” everyone happily followed Lin Luo and beat a hasty retreat.

They didn't know what would become of that place later, but… the Kansai Sorcery Association was definitely going to be busy.

The journey back was mostly uneventful, apart from the students fooling around and a few students whose gazes were somewhat peculiar.

Lin Luo was resting with his eyes closed on his seat when a sudden breeze of fragrance washed over him. He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw an orange-haired girl sitting next to him—Asakura Kazumi, a third-year student.

“What are you doing here? This is the teacher’s carriage,” Lin Luo shot her a look, unable to help but ask.

“Hee hee hee,” Asakura Kazumi let out a mysterious, eerie laugh and whispered conspiratorially, “Teacher Lin Luo, you’re a magician, right? And Teacher Negi is too, and Asuna, Konoka, Setsuna, Ryugu-san, they aren't ordinary people either.”

“Huh?” Lin Luo was momentarily stunned. “What are you talking about?”

“Teacher, stop pretending.” As if flirting playfully, Asakura Kazumi lightly patted Lin Luo’s shoulder a few times, then pulled several photographs from her pocket, flashing them before his eyes. “I am the number one paparazzo of Mahora! How could my sixth sense not pick up on such a major event happening in the third year? Look, these are the pictures I took.”

Lin Luo glanced at the photos. They showed all of them—the non-normal people: “There are pictures of Negi casting magic, pictures of Setsuna swinging her sword, pictures of Ryugu engaging in gun-fu, pictures of Nagase Kaede using ninjutsu, and a picture of Mikoto flying in the sky. But the best ones are of you—in the photos, you look relaxed, extending your hand, with countless white, crystalline snow blossoms scattering from the air…”

“You really are something,” Lin Luo praised sincerely. It wasn't surprising that she could photograph others with her ability, but capturing himself and Mikoto so clearly—this girl’s paparazzi skills were nearly on par with Mami-maru’s. Indeed, no student in the third year was normal.

“Teacher, I took these rather well, didn’t I?” Asakura Kazumi showed no modesty and laughed. “These photos are all my masterpieces. Especially yours, Teacher. I believe if these photos are posted online, you’ll become the dream lover of countless girls.”

“Hmm, they are quite realistic,” Lin Luo mused, stroking his chin and nodding. He had to admit, the angles of his photos were excellent, fully capturing the calm yet dashing demeanor of this peerless master. More importantly, his face in the pictures was only shown in profile, which added an extra layer of mystery.

“Seeing as you captured me so realistically, I won't hold your intrusion against you. So, what do you want by showing me all this?” Lin Luo gathered all the photos into his arms and then asked.

“Hehe.” Asakura Kazumi didn't mind; she had expected them to be confiscated anyway. She still had the film negatives, so she could make as many copies as she wanted. “I’m from the journalism club. How could I not report on such a miraculous event? So I hope Teacher can assist me.”

“You want to post all this online and in the newspapers?”

“Of course.”

Lin Luo was speechless. A paparazzo is indeed a paparazzo. If all this material were published, the matter of magicians would be exposed. While this was unimportant to Lin Luo, it meant that Chao Lingyin might not proceed with her plan, which would take away some fun.

However, on second thought, a few photographs alone would hardly serve as concrete evidence. After all, they even had photos of UFOs, so having pictures of magicians wouldn't be strange. Asakura Kazumi probably knew this, which is why she sought his help.

Lin Luo had no interest in such matters. He waved his hand. “Go find Negi about this. If he agrees to assist you, let him.”

“Teacher, you won’t help me?” Asakura Kazumi instantly looked disappointed.

“I’m not interested. I neither support nor oppose it. Do whatever you want,” Lin Luo shook his head. If she brought this up with Negi, Negi would surely try every means to stop it. As for himself, he couldn't be bothered. The most important thing right now was enhancing his strength. The Creator’s formidable magical mastery gave him a sense of pressure.

“Alright, since Teacher has made up his mind, I suppose I’ll have to go find Teacher Negi,” she said helplessly, realizing she couldn't force him.

“By the way, let me ask you something,” before Asakura Kazumi left, Lin Luo asked, “How many people have you told about this?”

“Hmm… Yūna Yūki, Ako, Tokie, Chao, the Class President, Chizuru…” Asakura Kazumi thought for a moment, then rattled off a list of more than ten names.

Doesn't that mean the entire third year knows! Lin Luo was completely mortified. Just as expected, a paparazzo’s mouth couldn't be sealed. Forget it, let Negi deal with it.

Soon after, the field trip ended, and everyone returned to Mahora Academy. The students went back to their respective dormitories, and the first thing Lin Luo did upon his return was to resolve Aisaika Yaya’s materialization. As the saying goes, seeing a good deed through to the end; since he started it, he naturally had to finish it well.

Furthermore, with his current power level, this task held little difficulty. It took about an hour, and Aisaika Yaya’s materialization was finally complete. Of course, since she was originally a ghost, she could now switch between corporeal and spectral forms at will.

When she was introduced to the third-year students, almost everyone, save for a select few, was shocked. They never imagined that they had a ghost student in their class for two years. Although they were a little scared initially, once they learned that Yaya was a timid and clumsy, adorable ghost, everyone grew fond of her.

She was also quite useful; since she was a ghost, she could fly up and down, making it very easy to entrust her with troublesome errands. Yaya herself was overjoyed, as she was no longer an invisible ghost but could make many friends.

Due to the incidents during the field trip and Aisaika Yaya’s situation, Lin Luo’s identity could no longer be kept secret. The Headmaster was relatively easy to deal with, but the only person he worried about was whether the Head Maid would come looking for trouble.

The minor issues were settled on the first day, and the Head Maid did not come to bother him. He didn't know if she didn't want to expose her identity, or if she hadn't realized he was the person from the library that day, and he didn’t dwell on it further.

The next morning, Lin Luo went to Evangelin’s small house. As usual, Evangelin was lazily dozing on her throne, while Chacha-maru and Chacha-zero stood attending to her. The Eva family was harmonious today.

“You really have nothing better to do,” Lin Luo couldn't help but tease upon seeing her demeanor.

“Greetings, Teacher Lin Luo,” Chacha-maru bowed. Lin Luo nodded to her.

“Oh, you’re back,” Evangelin opened her eyes, glanced at Lin Luo, and then closed them again, appearing listless.

Lin Luo felt a bit strange and asked Chacha-maru with surprise, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Master has hay fever and is in a bad mood,” Chacha-maru replied.

“Ha?” Lin Luo was instantly stunned. He looked closely at her face; indeed, her nose was slightly red—a clear symptom of hay fever. But this was strange. When Evangelin’s magic was sealed, her body was that of a young girl in her early teens, and she could certainly catch a cold or suffer from hay fever. But now that her curse was broken, even with the influence of Mahora’s barrier, her constitution shouldn't revert to that of an ordinary person, much less suffer from hay fever.

“Uh…” Lin Luo wanted to ask more, but then he realized that Evangelin hadn't told Chacha-maru that her magic had recovered. Although he didn't know what her intentions were, it was better to follow her lead for now. So, he said to Chacha-maru and Chacha-zero, “You two go outside first. Eva and I need to talk privately.”

“Yes. Please take good care of Master, Teacher,” Chacha-maru replied respectfully. Chacha-zero, however, seemed reluctant, but since Evangelin didn't stop her, she couldn't say much.

“Oh, Chacha-maru, this is the gift I promised you,” before they left, Lin Luo took a box from his spatial pouch and handed it to her. “This is a souvenir from Kyoto; it tastes quite good.”

“Thank you, Teacher Lin Luo,” Chacha-maru paused slightly, then accepted the gift with both hands and left the room with Chacha-zero.

After they left, Lin Luo sat down next to Evangelin and asked, “What’s going on with you? Hasn’t your magic recovered? Why are you suffering from a strange illness like hay fever?”

“It’s not a strange illness; I used to get it every year,” Evangelin replied with her eyes closed.

Lin Luo was speechless. One shouldn't be so proud about such things. The Vampire True Ancestor suffering from hay fever—it was quite embarrassing.

“Speaking of which, this is all your fault,” Evangelin suddenly opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Lin Luo.

“How is this my fault?” Lin Luo felt completely mystified. This loli was too adept at shifting blame. It was clearly her own delicate body, yet she was a Vampire True Ancestor—she was almost a yandere loli.

“It is absolutely your fault! If it weren't for your damned Book of Origins that completely drained my magic, and since it’s not a full moon right now, coupled with the damned barrier effect of Mahora slowing my magic recovery to an unbearable degree, I had to temporarily seal myself to speed up recovery. Otherwise, how could I have caught hay fever… Achoo!” Evangelin finished speaking in one breath, let out a sudden sneeze, her face flushing, and she instinctively reached out to rub her red nose.

Lin Luo felt that Evangelin was cuter now than usual.

“The Book of Origins drained your magic? What’s going on with that?” Lin Luo was even more confused. Although there was repulsion between Ancient Magic and contemporary magic, Evangelin was bolstered by the World Heart, plus the immense magic reserve of a Vampire True Ancestor. How could she be depleted? “Surely you didn't try to learn all the magic in there at once, did you?”

“Are you an idiot?” Evangelin rolled her eyes at him. “I am the Gospel of Darkness. How could I do something like that? I only learned one spell.”

“One spell emptied all your magic?!”

“Of course, that’s why I say it’s your fault.” With that, Evangelin pulled the Book of Origins out from beneath her and handed it to Lin Luo, pointing to one page. “It was this damned spell that completely drained my magic.”

Lin Luo followed the direction she pointed, and after three seconds, sweat beaded on his forehead, a mixture of frustration and amusement welling up. He finally understood why Evangelin’s magic had been instantly drained: the spell she learned was—Stealing Heaven and Swapping Days, the Art of Reversal.

Just by the name, this spell sounded incredibly potent, and in reality, it was. It was exceedingly powerful. Even among Ancient Magic, this was a top-tier spell.

The essence of this magic, how to put it? Simply put, it was the destruction and reset of laws. To use an analogy: fire cannot burn in water; this is a fundamental principle of nature, a law. But if this spell is used, the existing law is broken, allowing fire to burn in water, and pouring water onto fire makes it burn hotter.

This was a heaven-defying magic that completely broke established physical laws and natural rules, then created new natural laws. Calling it a miracle would not be an overstatement... Alternatively, it could be understood as the reversal of boundaries—the boundaries between water and fire, or between victory and defeat, could be arbitrarily switched.

Even in the era of Ancient Magic, the number of people who learned this spell across the entire world did not exceed three, and only one person mastered it proficiently: the Creator of that era.

Of course, what happened in the previous magical era was only recorded in the Book of Origins, and he couldn't verify if it was true. However, among the people Lin Luo knew, there was indeed someone with a similar ability: Yakumo Yukari, who belonged to Gensokyo alongside Izayoi Sakuya.

As for how proficient Yakumo Yukari was in cultivating this ability, Lin Luo found it hard to gauge, but judging by how she was completely defeated by Youmu Konpaku during the first Lunar War, he could guess that she probably hadn't mastered this ability to its peak.

Of course, these matters were temporarily irrelevant. What mattered was the difficulty of this spell. Even though Evangelin was a Vampire True Ancestor with an immense reserve of magic and the blessing of the World Heart, she still had a certain repulsion toward Ancient Magic. If it were a more ordinary spell, perhaps the repulsion could be ignored. But under these unfavorable conditions, trying to learn the most heaven-defying Boundary Magic all at once—was she joking!

Lin Luo had immediately dismissed this spell when he first saw it because he knew he couldn't learn it in his current state.

“Eva, do you understand this spell?” Lin Luo felt it necessary to explain things clearly to her.

"Are you looking down on me?" Evangeline huffed, "Of course, I know the power of this magic. The absolute pinnacle of creation and destruction, mastery of the realm—theoretically, it's reached a divine level, hasn't it?"

"If you know that, why did you even try learning such magic?" Lin Luo was truly speechless.

"Naturally, I am the Gospel of Darkness, the strongest and most evil Demon King of Darkness," Evangeline declared proudly, pinching her bright red nose. "What use is learning ordinary magic to me? If I'm going to learn, I must learn the most powerful one."

Well, Evangeline's thinking was perfectly correct, aligning with her status and values. Ordinary magic was indeed superfluous for her, and her judgment was sharp; the magic of Stealing the Heavens and Replacing the Sun, the Art of Return might not rank first among ancient spells, but it was certainly in the top three without a doubt.

"So, what's your plan now? Are you still going to learn this spell once your magic power recovers?" Lin Luo asked.

"That's a given. How could one failure stop me? Since I started learning it, I will master it!" Evangeline stated confidently. Then, as if recalling something, her gaze turned invasive toward Lin Luo, and she pouted, "Speaking of which, your blood is quite useful; it should help me recover my magic power. Let me take a little, alright?"

Am I your blood bag? Lin Luo felt depressed. "Taking blood is acceptable, but you have to give me some kind of return, don't you think?"

"A return? What kind of return do you want?" Evangeline's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm, regarding that..." Lin Luo paused in thought, then grinned, "Kiss me, then call me 'Onii-chan.' Then you can drink as much as you like."

Crack!

A blue vein immediately popped on Evangeline's forehead; she was clearly furious, but Lin Luo was no longer afraid of her. For one, his own strength had improved, and secondly, she was currently in a weakened state, making teasing her entirely pressure-free.

Evangeline probably realized her disadvantage. Though slightly irritated, a smile touched her lips. She wiggled one foot playfully in front of Lin Luo, resting her cheek in her hand, and said wickedly, "That can be arranged too. First, you must lick my foot, and swear an oath to become my eternally loyal servant. Then, no matter how many times you ask me to kiss you or what you have me call you, it won't matter."

Lin Luo nearly spat blood. This proud tsundere loli was using this tactic against him? Did she think he was that fool Negi? Although he didn't have a foot fetish, what was such a small matter in the grand scheme? No matter how he calculated it, he was the one getting the better deal.

"Alright then, I won't be polite," Lin Luo grinned widely, snatching that foot into his grasp, pulling it close to his face, and—almost without hesitation—bringing it toward his lips.

"Idiot! What are you doing!" Evangeline's expression immediately changed; she panicked. She only intended to make Lin Luo back down; she never imagined he would actually go through with it! Whether his actions were genuine or not, she couldn't accept it herself!

"Of course, I'm obeying your command," Lin Luo said, twisting slightly and lifting both her feet.

"Idiot! Let go now! You pervert!" Evangeline was both ashamed and enraged. Her already slightly flushed cheeks were now entirely crimson. She grabbed her own feet, seemingly