Magician in Type-Moon

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—It was Kitz.

He stood at the deepest part of the storm, letting the gale tear at his body, yet his figure remained unshaken, like a star yet to descend to earth.

No, using "standing" to describe it is no longer accurate.

He is slowly turning into light.

It is not being enveloped, but rather transforming into light.

From limbs to torso, from skin to flesh, Kiz's existence is gradually stripping away its material form, transforming little by little into pure radiance.

The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

If an ordinary person were to look directly at that scene, they would only see a fledgling star, not yet fully formed, tearing through the shackles of reality and slowly entering the real world.

"...That posture was..."

Matouchi stared intently at the radiant light, a vague premonition rising in her heart.

"...It can be called a Reality Marble? A Young Planet. As the name suggests, it is the offspring of a planet."

—Property Boundary? Young Star.

Even the terminology of magic carries a romantic, almost mythical quality.

Kiz's body was covered in blazing white light, showing no signs of damage.

He was not resisting harm, but rather changing his own concept.

He is transforming into a newborn star.

—A young planet unbound by mortal rules.

Even though some people had withstood Typhon's power in the past, this was the first time an opponent had been able to take the Holy Lance head-on at such close range and remain unharmed.

This is no longer a problem of defense, but rather a problem of insufficient offensive power.

Faced with a magician about to enter a new stage, Typhon's Flame Blade alone could no longer truly harm his essence.

The magic contained within the young star is the culmination of two thousand years of accumulation by Kiz.

In the instant before giving birth, he held nothing back, releasing all his stored magic power and immersing himself completely in the final form of the planetary magic device.

Although it still exists only at the conceptual level

But that threat was comparable to the blazing flames on the surface of the sun.

"Is that so?"

The sudden sound rang out amidst the raging wind, yet the tone remained calm, like a gentleman strolling in the afternoon sun.

The Dead Apostle, wearing a top hat, stood on the violently rocking deck of the Deathline Joy Ship, looking up at the still-forming nascent star.

His fingers lightly brushed the brim of his hat, and a gloomy and melancholy look appeared in his eyes.

The storm roared around him, tearing the reality of the sea, yet his trench coat remained completely unmoved.

“Kiz”.

He murmured his old friend's name, as if calling out to the past.

"How sad."

At the eye of the storm, Kiz, who had not yet fully transformed into light, smiled softly upon hearing this.

"what do you mean?"

His voice came from the depths of the blazing light, ethereal yet clear, as if it no longer belonged to this world.

The top-hatted apostle did not answer directly, but gazed at the blazing white star and slowly spoke:

"...It cannot be broken, not because you set up an 'absolute defense' spell."

He paused for a moment, then slowly uttered the next sentence.

"It's simply a difference in output that makes it impossible for us to reach."

The howling wind swallowed his words, yet the undeniable reality still crashed heavily on the hearts of all those who remained sober.

Neither Typhon's Flame Blade nor the Holy Lance's Penetration could shake Giz's essence.

This is not a matter of defense.

Rather, they simply cannot access his current 'existence'.

"so what?"

In the light, Kiz's lips curved slightly.

Even though he no longer possessed a "body" in the ordinary sense, his smile still carried a familiar irony.

Like a prophet who has seen through everything, we await the end.

Faced with that smile, the Dead Apostle—Van Fem—proclaimed with unwavering dignity:

"Then we absolutely have to open the door this time."

As he spoke, he gently reached his hand behind him.

Cooperla.

he called softly.

As if entrusted with some kind of contractual mission, the puppet dressed in a black dealer's uniform took a step forward, its eyelashes lowered.

"Yes."

Her voice was inorganic, yet it carried a certain irresistible solemnity.

"Open—the Seventh Demon Castle."

"Yes, Your Excellency Van Fem."

The dealer leaned forward slightly, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

Chapter 528 The Seventh Demon City

Luvia stood at a distance on the deck and witnessed the scene.

She didn't fully understand what was happening.

When she came to her senses, she was no longer in the arena, but had been dragged to another space.

The coordinates in space are disordered.

But it wasn't some ordinary magic or teleportation technique; rather, it was as if it had been swept away by some extremely high-level, mysterious tide, stripped of its original position from a physical perspective.

—She was pulled into the awakening of Kiz's Inherent Marble.

Although she hadn't realized it, her intuition told her that this level of influence was something the clock tower couldn't replicate.

The Deadline Joyful Ship can actually achieve this level of skill...

She should have been mentally prepared, but the scene before her eyes still exceeded her imagination.

In a sense, the scene was reminiscent of the grand spectacle in a Hollywood disaster movie.

The world is collapsing.

—Or rather, the world is being replaced.

The raging funnel-shaped tornado, like a black spiral that devours everything, tore the boundary between the ship and reality, as if it were a natural disaster on the sea, a realm that no human should ever touch.

At the heart of the storm, two beams of light floated in the gale.

Luvia's eyes were enhanced, enabling her to discern the overly clear figure amidst intense light pollution.

—Like a young man nailed to a cross.

His presence was terrifying.

His body could no longer be called intact; it was covered in wounds, yet he was still "there."

Not far from him, Kiz, who should have died, also floated quietly, as if waiting for some inevitable fate.

But now is not the time to think about reasons.

Her gaze was fixed on the person they were confronting.

Something is being "born".

Initially, it was merely a transparent "power".

It has no definite shape.

It is merely a kind of existence—a concept that should not be perceived in a physical way.

Like gravity, like magnetism, like an invisible wave.

It lurked in the world, but now it is beginning to show itself.

The scary thing is that the "materials" are being filled.

As if drawn by that unseen "force," the surrounding matter gradually gathered towards it and was incorporated into that "form."

Luvia stared intently at the outline that formed it, her eyes widening slightly.

"Could it be... that Van Fem's Demon Castle... is...?"

She murmured softly, her heart leaping in her throat.

Parts of the structure of the Death Line Joyful Boat began to disintegrate.

But it's not because it's being destroyed, but because parts of it are being "transformed".

A part of the ship's hull is being peeled off and swallowed up, merging with that invisible "force".

It is absorbing matter as a way to fill itself.

The decomposed parts are like the construction of a wireframe, reassembled by some unknown framework.

—The outline of a giant is taking shape.

Initially, it was merely a "structure" composed of repulsive forces and energy.

But as the ship of joy disintegrated, its "arms" acquired contents—either the ship's material or elements from the ocean—which were molded into the flesh and blood of a colossal creature.