The First Magic World War

A fragment of consciousness suddenly gave birth to a thought: "Who am I?"

Immediately, numerous fragments of consciousness were attracted and gathered, giving birth to a second thought, "I am Charles Mecklen!"

A third thought arose naturally: "No, I am Huang Haisheng."

As these three thoughts appeared in succession, more and more fragments of consciousness converged, interweaving memories of two people. But soon, a dominant consciousness suppressed all the chaotic thoughts: "I am Huang Haisheng, I have transmigrated to this world, replacing someone and becoming Sherlock Mecklen." The memories of the two individuals instantly became distinct, and the consciousness representing Huang Haisheng unhesitatingly devoured the other set of memories.

Charles slightly opened his eyes, feeling an excruciating headache, and his body felt unbearably terrible, as if he had just endured a brutal punishment.

At this moment, however, his mind was exceptionally clear, whether it was the memories of Huang Haisheng or those of Charles Mecklen. Everything, great and small, was arrayed before him, and he remembered even the tiniest details. He even remembered the Chinese and English languages that Huang Haisheng was proficient in, and the seven Old Continent languages that Charles Mecklen was expert in, as if he had just memorized each word afresh.

He remembered that practicing Bloody Glory had triggered the arrival of the Evil God once summoned by Charles Mecklen. That wasn't the worst of it. The arrival of this Evil God materialized the remnant thoughts of another foreign Evil God, Agmilas, which he had accidentally come into contact with not long before. The battling energies of the two Evil Gods had blasted his consciousness into fragments.

Charles had no idea how he managed to reassemble his consciousness and recover, but he had no time to think about it because his body was in such terrible shape.

Charles put his hand on the ground and struggled to his feet, shaking as he poured a glass of water and forced himself to drink, which significantly cleared his mind.

"Too terrifying!"

"Are the Evil Gods of this world really that fearsome?"

"It's been so long, and that diary could still invoke an Evil God!"

"Just briefly touching that ancient scroll was enough to be tainted by its residual consciousness!?"

"If ordinary people encounter an Evil God, don't they stand a chance?"

"If it weren't for their battle..."

"I would surely be dead."

Charles sat down on the sofa, not fully in control of his body, and suddenly felt something amiss.

A few minutes later, he exclaimed in horror, "What's going on?"

The Insight Rune between his eyebrows had become many times more complex than before, vaguely forming the shape of an eye. The range of insight had expanded from a sphere with a radius of fifteen steps to well over a hundred steps. The entirety of Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 was under the coverage of his special ability; he could switch the viewing angle from bird's-eye to overlooking, from east to west, from south to north, at will.

About half an hour later, Charles finally accepted a concept well known to the natives of the Old Continent.

Summoning an Evil God—danger and opportunity coexist.

Gazing directly at an Evil God brings a swift enhancement of spirituality!

Unregulated and abnormal increases in spirituality can lead to madness, death, and obliteration!

But if one can withstand it, the augmented spirituality is a gift from the Evil God.

This is extremely dangerous, yet also a deeply ironic reward.

Having gazed directly at two Evil Gods and not died, Charles's spirituality had received an unparalleled enhancement, and his "Insight" special ability had been amplified more than tenfold because of it.

Generally speaking, one would often need to practice Bloody Glory for decades and have profound cultivation in the Bloody Banquet Contemplation Method to advance the Insight Rune to the point of resembling an eye.

After quite a while, the headache that Charles had suffered had lessened to a bearable degree, and he also remembered that this wasn't the first time he'd looked directly at an Evil God…

This explained why, since returning from Senez, Bloody Glory had been increasing every day.

Glancing at the diary on the ground, Charles felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

This time, he did not shrink back; after all, the Evil God had already come.

Since it's already happened...

It no longer mattered.

Picking up the notebook, a line of text appeared on the pitch-black cover with a touch of his finger: "Agmilas Labyrinth" by Charles Mecklen.

He was deeply astonished, having no idea how his diary could have turned into "Agmilas Labyrinth," or how he came to be listed as the author.

He turned to the first page, where the original diary entries had vanished without a trace, leaving not a single word, but instead, a drawing of a labyrinth filled the page.

As his finger touched this page, a surge of consciousness arose: Charles Mecklen summoned the primogenitor of the Blood Clan, Kahnstan, and crushed a filament of corrupt thought from the Labyrinth Evil God from the Agres Sea, capturing it in the diary, transforming it into a volume titled "Agmilas Labyrinth," with a total of fifteen pages, each depicting a labyrinth. If the author fails to proficiently master the fifteen labyrinths within the allotted time and draw the sixteenth labyrinth to prove himself, he will lose his status as author and his soul will be devoured by "Agmilas Labyrinth." Countdown: 256 days, 21 hours, and another three minutes and seventeen seconds!"

"Damn it!"

"This isn't over yet?"

"How am I supposed to master these fifteen labyrinths!?"

After pondering for quite a while and still utterly clueless, he tossed the diary onto the desk. He was overcome with a sense of deep despair upon seeing the blood-written markings on the floor and instinctively rubbed at them with his foot, but they did not fade away – these bloody inscriptions were as if branded onto the floor.

Charles decided to cover up these writings with a new carpet the next day, for it would be hard to explain their origin should any guests come over.

What, tell them that an Evil God left it?

All of a sudden, Charles felt a bout of hunger.

He knew it was because his Spirituality had suddenly surged, his body had consumed too much, and he needed to replenish his energy. He went to the dining room, grabbed a croissant to eat, but still felt hungry. He then took another one, and without realizing it, he had consumed all the croissants he had bought that day.

After eating the last croissant, Charles had a bit of water, which made him feel slightly better. He noticed that the water jug in his room was empty. He thought to himself, "I should find some time to return to the university and ask the professors how to master Agmilas Labyrinth."

"The professors at the university are protected by the Goddess; surely they would not fear these Evil Gods."

Sheffield University worships Lady Black Moon, and the main reason Charles Meklen had chosen this university was—this is the Black Moon Era!

This was the strongest time of Goddess Power!

Charles went out to the yard, drew some water from the well, washed his face with the cold water, then filled the water jug and returned to his room. He put down the water jug and began to sort through his newly clarified memories.

He still couldn't remember the time before Huang Haisheng's death, but he "recalled" how Charles Mecklen had foolishly summoned an Evil God.

The Bloody Banquet Contemplation Method, founded by Protagora, involved meditating on the thirty-seven primogenitors of the Blood Clan and then slicing each of these primogenitors to consume them in a feast.

Given its complexity and the bloodiness of the scene, it was considered the most vicious among the many secret techniques of the Human Race...

At least nine of these Blood Clan primogenitors ascended to become Evil Gods in the Ancient Era, so the Bloody Banquet Contemplation Method generally required one to avoid these nine primogenitors; if one insisted on forcefully meditating upon them, it was tantamount to... summoning an Evil God.