The First Magic World War

Charles believed that if he was not currently sitting in the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, he definitely would not have recalled this matter.

It was somewhat terrifying.

He remembered once using a novel to alter the concept of the God of Joy, making it a pet of the Serpent of Destiny. He seemed to have touched upon something, but then it seemed as if a force made his newly emerged inspiration vanish into smoke.

If he were anywhere else, Charles would have thought it normal, after all, many people have bursts of inspiration that fade before they can grasp them, and although regrettable, it was something he could do nothing about.

But now, seated in the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, he truly felt this "abnormality."

Charles attempted to pray to the Serpent of Destiny again, "Swimming through the river of time, knowledgeable of all mysteries, holding the transcendental rituals, and sovereign of the Court of Destiny! Please guide me so that I may clear away the Evil God's disturbances and eradicate the Evil God's influence on this land."

This time, the young man's voice cheerfully rang out, saying, "As expected of Sir Mecklen! To think that you would find a way to break the Evil God's interference so quickly. And it's all thanks to the extensive construction of my temples, which gave me a stable position in this world."

"I will set up a sanctuary in this temple and lend to each person involved in this war against the Evil God ten Dawns of Destiny! Whenever they suffer the encroachment of the Evil God or sustain severe injuries, they will be transported here, eliminating the Power of the Evil God and slowly recovering from their injuries."

"I am currently waging war in a different dimension, unable to interfere with this world to a greater extent."

"Please gather everyone here as quickly as possible, and I shall bestow upon them the Dawn of Destiny."

Charles awoke from his prayer, immediately ordering the Sacred level subordinates and old veterans to come to the Great Temple, and at once set out, using the Mind Passage to rush to Strasbourg, and other places…

Half an hour later, Charles gathered more than a hundred people in the great conference hall!

He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, unable to stop it, his heart was exceedingly tense.

He was not nervous about plucking the Serpent of Destiny—after all, this little serpent did not have fur in the physical and fundamental sense, only scales.

He was nervous because…

Despite knowing the extreme danger, he still used the Labyrinth pathways to bring Anne, Antonio, Kreel Brittany, Ebner Sumei, Mama Karen, Menilman, Bastine, Tumishen, Sophia Garanord, Princess May, Aurora, Adossa, and Anatasiya, Taoles, Silvie, Vinnie Yarsenu… everyone to this place.

The Dawn of Destiny could transport someone to the Great Temple in case of being corrupted by the Evil God or suffering heavy injuries and recover from the damage! It was like having an extra life!

Ten Dawns of Destiny would be akin to ten extra lives.

How could Charles not bring the most important people over to participate in this matter?

Of course, he was resolved not to involve Anne in the fight against the Evil God.

Of course, of course, of course…

The sweat on his forehead really couldn't be stopped.

All the plates of House Mecklen were protesting against the cruelty and injustice of fate…

After everyone arrived, Charles closed his eyes and silently prayed. This time the Serpent of Destiny did not speak, but instead a divine glow descended upon the temple, blessing every person in the great conference room with ten silver scales on their arms, each scale shimmering brightly, radiating the immeasurable nature of destiny.

Romios looked at the scales on his wrist and suddenly felt that the loss at the New World Conference was not unjust!

The New Continent was riddled with Evil Gods, and everyone would make use of the Power of the Evil God, but how could the Evil God compare to the True God? Not to mention the difference in power, just the fact that the True Gods possessed human-like intelligence already made them incomparable to the Evil Gods.

When has the Evil God of the New Continent ever offered such protection to its followers?

Romios suddenly decided, to go back to Arcadia Port to build a Great Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, ideally to attract the attention of the True God.

Charles didn't dare open his eyes, only sensing the sweat on his forehead, unstoppably flowing; he wasn't weak in the kidneys, just prone to sweating.

Indeed, Charles had thought, after stirring up such a big commotion, how was he to wind things down? But he truly couldn't resist the temptation of ten Dusks of Destiny, which were equivalent to ten lives! After all, they were "best friends," how could he not leave a share for everyone?

"Swimming through the long river of time... Sovereign! I am willing to pay a portion of the Joy of Destiny, please allow me to escape this embarrassment."

The young voice rang out clear and bright, "Sir Charles Mecklen, one Dusk of Destiny is equal to one Joy of Destiny! You now owe another one thousand three hundred Joys of Destiny."

Charles was shocked and silently exclaimed, "Am I not doing this work for You? Moreover, why do I have to sign for every Dusk of Destiny they receive? Is it because in my past life I was quick to grab a meal but reluctant to pay the bill, and now it's carried over to this world?"

The young voice came light-heartedly, "I know everyone who is in the Great Conference Room."

Charles immediately fell silent.

"Sir Charles Mecklen! Work hard! I will consider reducing your debt."

Charles continued to remain silent.

The young voice, ethereal as if coming from nowhere, said, "Our war is getting more intense, truly unable to spare any strength, the human world is temporarily entrusted to you."

Charles silently replied, "Please rest assured."

He didn't know what the True Gods were up to, but the True Gods of the Old Continent hardly ever interfered with the human realm, which was very strange. Meanwhile, the Evil Gods of the New Continent were too active, and that too was curious.

Humans always had no idea what the gods looked like.

Even at the pinnacle of the Sacred level, just half a step away from the Divine level, one could be said to know nothing of that world.

Charles had a feeling that by taking part in this war, he would inevitably learn more of the Deities' secrets, and in the future, when he reached the peak of the Sacred level, perhaps he would have the courage to take a step further...

Who could say for sure?

After a long while, Charles felt the surrounding quiet, and he stealthily opened his eyes a sliver, then saw Anne, as well as Sophia Garanord.

Ah, Menilman was not far away.

Mei Guillermo's presence was faint, but that light fragrance, Charles was all too familiar with it.

He was just about to close his eyes again when he heard Emilia's voice, "Daddy! What are you keeping your eyes closed for?"

For the first time, Charles profoundly felt that this little creature might indeed be his own blood.

Otherwise, how could tricking one's father be so skilled?

He took the opportunity to open his eyes, coughed once, and smiled faintly...

The atmosphere in the Great Conference Hall was silent as a tomb, growing more and more awkward, more and more awkward...

Truly a world-renowned painting!

It was born eight years later, created by a wandering painter based on rumors, named—Charles Mecklen Wiping Sweat.