Magician in Type-Moon

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"Perhaps."

He neither denied it nor accepted it.

However, this brief conversation ended there, and he quickly changed the subject, regaining control of the situation.

"However, let's talk about the main event next, Pang Huanghai."

"Oh?" Kiz raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else?"

"About you."

Matou Ike's gaze was steady, like a sharp blade, pointing straight to the core.

"And about this place."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping to the side and landing on another being.

"—Isn't that right, Van Fem?"

The name of the Dead Apostle was clearly called out, and the air in the room tensed up again.

The man whose name was called slowly raised his head, adjusted his white top hat, and his eyes gleamed faintly in the shadow of the brim.

"After the first game, you were the one who performed the autopsy, right?"

"Yes."

Van Fem responded calmly, his tone unhurried, as if he were stating some insignificant fact.

"I have no doubt that he is dead."

His tone was firm and unquestionable.

However, precisely because of this—

"However, if I do that, I'll be utterly ashamed."

A slight smile appeared on Matou Ike's lips, but the sharpness in his eyes grew even deeper.

“It is precisely because there are aspects that I cannot understand that I want to confirm Kiz’s ‘temple’.”

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the gamblers' expressions varied, all deep in thought.

Van Fem simply sighed softly, his tone remaining calm.

"You're not mistaken."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

“Kiz did die at that time.”

The next moment, his gaze fell on Kiz, and a slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

"—And now, they are still dead."

"Oh, oh," Kiz echoed admiringly.

However, Matou Ike paid no attention to the other party's reaction; his thoughts continued to move forward along the logical path.

“I have heard that in the Chinese system of mental magic, there is a kind of spiritual practice called ‘visualization’.”

His voice was calm, yet it carried an unshakeable power.

"It's a form of training that involves constructing fantasies in your mind through imagination."

His voice echoed in the air, drawing everyone's attention and gradually immersing them in his reasoning.

Although there are many schools and techniques in magic called "visualization," there are two core elements—

"One way is to let your fantasies grow bigger and bigger until they are enough to influence reality."

Matouchi raised a finger to indicate this.

"Another method is to overlap images at different levels, thus constructing a three-dimensional reality from a two-dimensional one."

He paused for a moment, scanned the expressions of everyone present, and then continued:

"However, regardless of the techniques used, this system cannot escape the core phenomenon of 'fantasy'."

Fantasy and magic are fundamentally different.

"Magic is rewriting the rules of the world. And fantasy—"

Matou Ike's gaze returned to Kiz, her eyes sharp.

"—It is the art of giving form to 'power' that has no inherent form."

Kiz's smile deepened slightly, as if he was waiting for the exciting performance to come.

"But in this case, the fantasy must be 'beautiful'."

Matou Ike paused slightly, then said in a low voice:

"Human beings have different definitions of 'beauty' due to individual differences, but it is precisely on the basis of beautiful things that fantasy can harbor a more powerful 'power'."

The air vibrated slightly, and a kind of almost instinctive understanding vaguely emerged in everyone's hearts.

“Statues of gods and saints around the world, whether they are solemn, compassionate, majestic or ominous, all possess a certain unique ‘aesthetic’.”

This is why they can become the core of faith, unite people's imaginations, and thus create mystery.

In other words, beauty is not a byproduct—

Matou Ike slowly raised her gaze and looked directly at Kiz.

"—but rather an essence that is sufficient to become a 'weapon'."

These words caused Van Fem to momentarily show surprise, despite his composure.

His pupils contracted slightly, as if he had finally realized the core of Matou Ike's reasoning.

"There are two kinds of mystery that are very close to this concept."

Matouchi slowly raised one hand.

First, he raised his index finger.

"The first is 'making utopian concrete'."

Kiz's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes flickered slightly.

"A mystery that only the True Ancestor could achieve."

Matouike's words were as sharp as a knife.

"Its essence, as its name suggests, is to directly distort the world through 'fantasy,' making it a reality and fixing it within the laws of the world."

In just one sentence, all the magicians present felt the terror of that concept.

Immediately afterwards, Matouchi raised a second finger.

"The second is the 'realm barrier'."

Magic theory? World Egg.

The ultimate magic that can be constructed under this theory is the Reality Marble.

"It is said that it was a kind of otherworldly common sense that only demons could master."

Matou Ike's voice was steady, flowing slowly through the air, each word like a nail hammered into everyone's minds.

"It is said that it is a forbidden spell that distorts the laws of the world and creates a unique otherworld, the closest thing to 'magic'."

Van Fem frowned slightly and slowly adjusted his posture.

Bai Ruolong sighed softly, seemingly already aware of some clues, but said nothing more.

Matou Ike continued—

"To turn the world upside down with 'mental landscapes' is the ultimate goal of magic."

Inherent barrier.

It is not simply magic, but a kind of 'world reconstruction' that forcibly projects one's inner vision onto reality.

The magicians present fell silent.

Because they understood that if Kiz's "beauty" was itself a product of fantasy, then what terrifying power would this "beauty" bring?

This is not just a matter of beauty—it means that Kiz itself is a magical ritual site imbued with mystery.

Kiz's beauty.

A fantasy that uses beauty as a weapon.

A magic theory rooted in fantasy? The World Egg.

Matouchi slowly raised her hand, and in addition to the two fingers she had just raised, she raised a third finger—the ring finger.

"—In short, you have three true faces."

His voice sounded like the final judgment.

"You are Kiz."

“You are the temple of Kiz.”

"At the same time—you are also a Reality Marble called 'Kiz'."

Chapter 522 Punishment

"What happened...?"

Luvia stared up at the arena ceiling, her chest heaving. Covered in wounds, she struggled to remain calm, but at that moment, she sensed something strangely amiss.

The outcome has been decided.

Hydra had completely ceased functioning; the massive creature's scales still emitted faint ripples of magic, but there was no further movement. Strangely, the casino's announcements, which should have been broadcasting immediately, were now completely silent.

not only.

The gamblers who had been watching her—those with burning, greedy eyes fixed on the battle—had completely vanished. Luvia's senses were sharp; she could clearly perceive that their presence had been suddenly erased.

This was not a pre-planned performance, nor could it be a mere coincidence.

Silence spread through the arena, and an air of unease even hung in the atmosphere.