Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

After walking out of the hidden cave behind the waterfall, Freya still felt dizzy.

Although the result was achieved...

The hero successfully obtained the Holy Sword.

But... Freya secretly glanced at the sword emanating a strong evil aura at Reji's waist.

Could that really be called a Holy Sword?

Moreover... That witch sword spirit floating around Lord Hero, dressed in revealing clothes, the kind that Freya felt extremely embarrassed just looking at once, exposing her chest, waist, and navel, something she would never wear out.

Was this... was this really the spirit of the Holy Sword?

Freya had a big question mark in her heart.

But in any case... This process was much smoother than she had imagined. It had only been one day, and they had already obtained the important Holy Sword mentioned in the prophecy. Now, Freya believed even more that they would definitely be able to save humanity and the world in the future calamity.

At the same time... Reji looked at the Philosopher's Stone on his right hand.

After completing the "finding the Holy Sword" plot, just like the previous pattern, regardless of the process, as long as the result wasn't too different, it could provide energy to the Philosopher's Stone and stabilize the world line.

But this time, the Philosopher's Stone showed a new change.

On the smooth surface of the gem, which was originally empty and only reflecting light, now Reji seemed to be able to see a vague phantom image.

Although it was very blurry, there was no doubt that Reji was familiar with those distinctively featured races—the red-winged Great Demons, the Blade Demons with limbs like blades, the bloated and massive Rot Demons...

Those were the demon race.

The Philosopher's Stone was reflecting the phantom images of the demon race for him.

If one looked more closely, one could see that these demons were all in a flying posture, as if traveling in outer space, heading towards a certain destination.

Furthermore, at the very bottom of the image, there seemed to be a number representing time.

Reji quickly understood that this should represent the time point of the demon race's descent in the future.

However, what did it mean for the Philosopher's Stone to suddenly show this phantom image now?

And was this time point a bit off?

Reji tried hard to discern the time number displayed on the Philosopher's Stone. When converted, it was a little over eight years.

But according to the original historical plot in the game, the demon race should have descended ten years later.

What exactly was this missing one or two years...

Wait!

Weren't these two years the process of me "speeding up"?

Originally in the game, in order to obtain the Holy Sword, he had to do lengthy quest procedures. When converted to the real world in the game, it might really take one or two years.

In other words, because he had obtained the Holy Sword two years in advance, the demon race from beyond the sky would also descend two years earlier?

Then did that also mean... II don't really have to experience all of history.

As long as I could quickly complete certain key nodes, I can make the entire "demon race's descent" plot speed up accordingly?

It was as if the "demon race's descent" wasn't a fixed time.

It was the endpoint of a "quest chain."

It would change according to me completing various "prerequisite quests" like "obtaining the Holy Sword."

The reason could be considered later. Reji thought that it was at least good news.

After all, the vast majority of the history he wanted to modify was after the demon race's descent.

But according to the original plot, he still had to wait ten years.

And now, as long as he accelerated the process, the demon race could also speed up accordingly, which was equivalent to saving him a lot of time.

Even if it was fast...

Perhaps in a year, no, three months, the demon race could descend?

Thinking of this, Reji quickly returned to Freya's side.

"Freya, now that we have the Holy Sword, where should we go next according to your prophecy?"

Although Reji was already clear about the subsequent development, to be safe, he still had to ask Freya.

The Saintess pondered for a moment.

"Lord Reji, for the next step... let's go to the Daran Empire."

"It has the best magic academy in the world. I believe that Lord Hero will definitely be able to make a breakthrough there and learn the true methods to save the world!"

Freya waved her fist in an encouraging manner.

The path of the hero, after obtaining the divine weapon, indeed still required the "guidance of a master."

Reji nodded.

It was exactly the same as the plot development in history.

The Daran Empire...

He felt a bit sentimental in his heart. As Freya had said before, another chosen one who, to a certain extent, was even more overpowered than him as the hero was about to make an appearance there.

He was the absolute leader in the future fight against the demon race.

He was also the great guardian of the human world.

Moreover, he was the mentor of the hero.

Melvin.

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-Daran Empire.

The world-renowned land of magic, countless dazzling mages had emerged from here.

However, even with such a glorious history, everyone had to admit that the Daran Empire was still reaching new heights. Melvin's emergence made all the previous genius predecessors pale in comparison.

Melvin's background wasn't high. On the contrary, he came from an orphanage. Without any enlightenment, he comprehended and deduced the theory of "magic relativity" on his own. Afterward, he was admitted early to the Academy of Arcane Arts with outstanding grades in all subjects.

Then, at the age of only 18, Melvin won the overall championship of the world's Arcane Tournament, lighting up four fate stars.

And now, he had long become the absolute leader of the human magic community.

Countless mages regarded Melvin as a legend and firmly believed that under Melvin's leadership, the development of humans in the field of magic would be elevated to another new height.

Logically speaking, such a transcendent existence should rarely appear in public and live in seclusion.

But just in the past year, Melvin announced that he would take up the position of professor and vice-principal of Daran Academy, expand the academy's enrollment scope, and offer public magic courses that any student could attend and audit for free.

At the same time, Melvin also vigorously promoted Arcane Tournament and personally hosted the Academy Tournament.

There were rumors that whoever could obtain a title in the Academy Tournament would have the opportunity to become Melvin's disciple and become the apprentice of this legendary human mage.

Because of this, Daran Academy had almost become the center of the world.

Geniuses from various countries across the continent were all eager for this, regarding it as a holy land.

And the many mage students within the academy were all rubbing their fists and making preparations, doing their utmost to improve themselves for the upcoming Academy Tournament. Everyone hoped to gain Melvin's favor.

"Alright, students, let's end here for today. Everyone has worked hard."

In the huge auditorium, a large classroom of three to four hundred people, Melvin on the podium put away his textbook and nodded to the students below.

Each student stood up and bowed in return to the teacher, their faces filled with strong respect and admiration. No one dared to make a commotion on such an occasion. All the students quietly and orderly packed their bags and left one by one.

It wasn't until they left the classroom and arrived in the corridor that the students felt relieved and began to talk to each other excitedly and happily.

"Professor Melvin's lecture was really too good. So many knowledge points were understood at once."

"Yeah, he also expanded on a lot of cutting-edge developments in the field of magic that weren't in the textbooks. Too amazing!"

"I can't believe such a legendary figure is willing to teach us. My god, I still feel like I'm living in a dream."

"What a pity. Professor Melvin's public course can only be registered once per person at most..."

"This can't be helped. After all, there are still so many students outside waiting in line to draw lots who haven't heard it yet. The opportunity has to be shared with everyone."

"If you really want Professor Melvin to guide you all the time, you can register for the Academy Tournament and get a good ranking. You've heard that rumor, right? Whether it's Melvin coming to our academy to be a professor or holding a tournament, it's actually to prepare to take in disciples!"

"Hey, easier said than done. Everyone knows about this now. You can figure it out with your toes. This year's Academy Tournament is going to be very bloody. It's a gathering of geniuses from all over the world. I...

I'd better forget it..."

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Melvin in the auditorium could hear the students' discussions outside the corridor loud and clear.

After he packed up the teaching aids on the podium, he waved his hand casually, and the space in front was torn apart, revealing a deep teleportation gate.

Melvin adjusted his glasses, and his figure quickly disappeared into the teleportation gate.

When he reappeared...

He was already at the top floor of his Mage Tower.

In fact, the outside rumors weren't wrong, and the students' guesses were quite correct.

The reason he would lower his status to become a professor and hold a tournament was to take in disciples, or to be more precise, it was to...

Find hope for the future of humanity.