Multiverse's Holy Right

Roy was reluctant to describe the current scene with the cliché "familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling," but he had no choice.

Because the place Roy found himself in was precisely his pre-transmigration bedroom, with Roy himself still wearing pajamas in bed. His sudden awakening made him seem like someone who had just emerged from a long dream.

"A dream?"

Roy propped himself up in bed, pressing a hand to his forehead. The over ten years spent in early 20th-century London felt far too vivid—if this was a dream, it was far too long and realistic.

"No."

Roy quickly sensed something amiss. He first examined his hand—its skin was unnaturally pale, completely unlike his pre-transmigration self. His pajamas also felt noticeably tighter, as the Roy before transmigration hadn't been this tall.

He hurriedly got out of bed and walked to the mirror from memory. Upon seeing his reflection, he knew the events in early 20th-century London hadn't been a dream—they had truly happened.

The person in the mirror was Roy Crowley, not the Chinese-named 'Roy.'

'Roy's' parents had long passed away—not from accidents but from natural causes in old age. As a child born to elderly parents, 'Roy' had been excessively doted on since childhood. Though born in Jiangsu, his parents worked in the capital, so 'Roy' had lived there from a young age.

After his parents' deaths, they left him little cash inheritance but two properties in the capital—one to live in and one to rent out. Even in the expensive capital, he managed to live comfortably alone.

With no financial worries, Roy pursued photography purely out of passion. After years of effort, he became a competent photographer—shooting weddings and paid cosplay sessions for girls in the anime community, charging hundreds to thousands per session. His life was simple yet fulfilling.

Aside from average looks and an unremarkable romantic history, 'Roy' was quite exceptional in most aspects.

"But now, by bloodline and soul, my father should be Aleister Crowley."

"But what's going on here? I time-traveled, and then traveled back?"

For a moment, Roy was genuinely bewildered by the current situation.

Suddenly, he sensed an unsettling atmosphere in the room. His muscles tensed as he swiftly turned around—only to see the ghostly presence behind him: the "Holy Guardian Angel," Aiwass!

However, Aiwass's body now looked peculiar, as if an old black-and-white television had lost its signal. Her form was covered in mosaic-like distortions, faint and seemingly on the verge of dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"Aiwass?"

Seeing this "familiar face," Roy relaxed slightly. After living in early 20th-century London for over a decade, returning to this world—the one Roy originally belonged to—felt strangely alien, even though this should have been his homeland.

"You've finally noticed me, Roy... I thought you could no longer see me."

The Holy Guardian Angel's face, suffused with a faint glow, bore an expression of human-like curiosity as she surveyed her surroundings.

Roy knew she wasn't just examining the room—she was observing this "world."

"I remember... I was hit by Aleister's magic spell."

Roy recalled the scene before darkness swallowed him, vividly remembering Aleister kneeling on the ground in despair and the agony of his soul and mind being torn apart.

"Did you save me?"

He asked thoughtfully.

"When Aleister's spell struck you, I attached my spirit to your body, shielding you from the brunt of his attack... Aleister's magic is powerful, but not without weaknesses. Its maximum output can reach the intensity of the Big Bang, yet he cannot control its strength—it varies depending on the target."

"So, his spell grows stronger against the strong and weaker against the weak?"

"Precisely."

Aiwass's explanation earned a nod from Roy. At the time, Aleister had cast the spell targeting Roy, unleashing destructive power comparable to an intercontinental missile—enough to kill a mediocre mage like him. But such force couldn't possibly harm Aiwass, which was why she had shielded Roy by merging with him.

Unless Aleister had cast the spell targeting Aiwass herself, she would have remained unharmed.

Then, Roy suddenly remembered something Aiwass had told him when they first met and blurted out, "...You once said I was the one you were searching for—the one who could lead you to the place you've long sought but never found. Could that place be... this world?"

Aiwass smiled at him, and Roy could almost feel the joy she was trying to convey.

"...This is indeed the place I've been searching for. Not all of it, but an essential part. I'm glad I was the first to discover someone with your unique qualities. Had the 'Magic Gods' found you first, they would have imprisoned you, desperate to obtain the key to this place. Within you resides the 'Ideal and Hope' that the Magic Gods seek."

"Hah, that's not funny at all. Traits that attract the attention of Magic Gods only bring danger."

Roy shrugged, showing no enthusiasm for the so-called 'traits' he possessed.

The full title of the 'Magic Gods' mentioned by Aiwass should be 『Gods of Magic』.

Life must end in death, apples must fall downward, one plus one must equal two—these are the unchangeable 'laws' of the material world. Beings capable of overturning these laws, making one plus one equal three, forcing apples to rise upward, or ensuring the dead are resurrected—such entities are what we call 『Magic Gods』.

They are magicians who have reached the divine realm, wielding infinite power to overturn all laws. To them, the world is as fragile as a touch.

According to Aleister's system, Magic Gods are those who have attained the rank of 『Secret Chiefs』—just like Aiwass before him. But in Roy's eyes, Aiwass merely shares the same rank as the Magic Gods, lacking their true expressive power.

Being targeted by such beings, who could rightfully be called 'true gods,' was hardly something Roy considered amusing.

Roy picked up his phone to check the time. He tried to recall the moment of his transmigration and realized it had been brief, as if he had merely taken a nap.

He opened the fridge, grabbed some food, and wolfed it down. His decade-plus in London had been marked by poverty and hardship, so now that he had the chance, he was determined to compensate his taste buds and stomach for their suffering.

"Aiwass, what exactly is this world I'm in?"

"Roy, are you familiar with the Kabbalistic theory of the Four Worlds?"

"The Kabbalah divides the universe into four worlds: Atziluth, Briah, Yetzirah, and Assiah. Is that what you're asking?"

Roy answered without hesitation, his years in London spent poring over Aleister's books having given him profound theoretical knowledge of mysticism and magic.

As he spoke, Roy glanced at Aiwass again. In this theory, Atziluth corresponds to the divine, Briah to archangels and wisdom, Yetzirah to angels and the primordial winds behind matter, while Assiah is the realm where humans reside.

Roy knew Aiwass existed as a kind of 'spiritual entity'—so was Aiwass's essence rooted in Atziluth or Briah?

Just as Roy was pondering this, Aiwass continued, "...And this world likely exists beyond Atziluth—or above it. Even Magic Gods can only traverse infinite phases but can never transcend the Four Worlds."

"...Someone like you, capable of moving between the Four Worlds and beyond, naturally becomes an object of their desire."

After a pause, Aiwass suddenly declared, "...I've decided. In the past, I merely wanted to observe you without interfering. But you've provided me with so much information and wonder. Now, I intend to intervene in your life—perhaps it will yield even more."

"Roy, what is it that you desire right now?"

"What do I desire right now?"

Roy chuckled, "...Right now, there's only one thing I want to do—'raise the sword of rebellion against my magnificent father.' If he had fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, if he hadn't been so promiscuous that he didn't even know he had children, none of these tragedies would have happened—not to me, nor to Laura!"

"...But before that, I need to figure out how I crossed over in the first place and whether I can go back!"

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