Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Dark Bible? The British City Magic Enthusiasts Association?

“Louis, why are you daydreaming again?” Helen pouted, thinking to herself: [Bookworm, always lost in thought (reading storybooks), bookworm, bookworm...]

“Alright, alright, let’s continue.”

Once the first lesson was over, Helen was astonished to discover that, after dozens of attempts, she had managed to succeed once purely by chance!

Delighted, she grabbed Louis’s arm and shook it, her eyes filled with admiration.

But unfortunately, Louis didn’t notice.

That “bookworm” was daydreaming again.

He realized that his animation charm had already advanced from level 3 to level 5 (19/78426). Just moments ago, the level 5 indicator still read MAX.

Louis couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.

‘If you don’t comprehend it, practicing endlessly is like scooping the moon from water, or searching for fish in trees.’

‘I might as well lecture those black wizards someday; their magic is quite intriguing.’

After the first lesson, Louis explained to Helen some concepts from “Grandmother Stia’s Notes, Volume One”—the “Information Recognition Method.”

Yet Louis preferred to describe it with another metaphor: phonetics.

If Her Majesty Delphinia were standing here now, she would certainly recognize what this was.

Once you mastered this “phonetic system,” you could understand all languages—a clever trick that enabled you to read every script and language, including spells. This knowledge was undoubtedly close to the source of all truth.

Wasn’t this the realm of the gods?

Louis opened the book and began teaching Helen the method for identifying magical rules—or, as he called it, “phonetics.”

Divine phonetics.

After the first class, Louis assigned Helen some practical exercises. Faced with spell texts she had never seen, Helen used the “rule recognition method” he had taught her, pondered deeply, and managed to decipher them.

Soon, she successfully recited them. Though she couldn’t cast the spells, she now understood their meanings.

Helen’s mouth fell open, her eyes gazing at Louis in disbelief and adoration.

Previously, if she had tried to interpret these spells, she would have had to consult dozens of books just to learn how to pronounce them and what they meant.

But just now, she had read them within half an hour!

And Louis had only given her one lesson.

Helen suddenly felt as though her years of study beneath the Sacred Icon Tree had been wasted—utterly meaningless.

Ten years of learning for nothing.

“You’re amazing, Louis! What else did Grandmother Stia teach you? Please teach me more!” Helen clung to Louis’s arm, pleading sweetly.

[My sister also asked me to secretly find out what Louis has learned. I’m so curious.]

Louis rubbed his face, thinking about what he should teach them next—it would likely start with “Grandmother Stia’s Notes, Volume One.”

‘To put it metaphorically, phonetics (information recognition method), second grade is arithmetic (basic magical structure operations), third grade is diagram recognition (intro to minor magical field theory)... Ah, one’s eighteen, the other twenty-three, and I still have to start them on the basics.’

‘How many years did I study in the Forbidden Sanctuary? It felt like only a fleeting moment... Surely it wasn’t too long? I can’t quite remember; much of the knowledge is a bit rusty. This is a good chance to review while teaching.’

“Let’s learn to walk first. I believe you’ll pick it up quickly,” Louis encouraged, then left Helen with a pile of exercises.

If Her Majesty Delphinia were present, she would have snatched the books after Louis corrected them and fled—never to return. She now spends her days gnawing her nails, studying this “divine phonetics,” but can’t make sense of it. With these phonetic exercises, she would surely set foot on the path from mortal to god!

Or, at least, graduate from elementary school.

Helen’s eyes sparkled as she heard Louis say she would soon master it.

[Helen is so smart; she’ll surely learn before school starts! My sister is even smarter than Helen, so she’ll learn even faster.]

Louis pretended not to hear, but inwardly grumbled: ‘Princess Osyclis won’t challenge me to a duel after learning a few phonetic letters, will she? If you dare to rebel, I’ll have to teach you who the real teacher is.’

After marking the assignments, Louis tossed them into Helen’s lap, saying, “Get started on these.”

“Mm, mm, mm,” Helen replied, placing them on her knees, swinging her feet, and waiting for more problems from Louis.

Louis scribbled out a few more, then mused: ‘If you master content from 1 to 3, you won’t need magical contracts or spells to break the enchantment your sister placed on you two... I wonder if I can tempt Osyclis to study seriously with this?’

Helen blinked her large eyes, looking at the exercises in her hand, innocently asking, “Louis, if I master all this, will I be as amazing as you?”

Louis glanced at the phonetic exercises on her lap, sipped his tea, and nodded, saying, “Even more amazing—I haven’t fully mastered it myself. We’ll learn together when the time comes.”

Helen’s eyes brightened again.

With renewed determination, she picked up the “phonetic exercises,” sprawled on the sofa, kicked her legs, and gnawed her fingernails, immersed in study.

[Hmph, hmph, I’ll definitely catch up to Louis’s progress. Once I’ve learned it, I’ll beat up that big bad Louis!]

Just as Louis was about to get up and wash his socks, he sat back down and sipped his tea.

That evening, after finishing her homework, Helen pouted and washed her socks.

[Hmph, hmph, big bad guy, I won’t be your spy! I’ll show all the exercises to my sister. Once she learns phonetics, she’ll deal with you. Hmph.]

...

That night, Louis returned to his room and, as planned, began reading. These days he was delving into the history of wizards and magic.

While reading, Louis kept shaking his head.

Over the three thousand years since Anthony’s passing, the three powers—the Great Wizard Houses, the Ministry of Magic, and the Magic Council—had been doing two things.

First, sealing magic.

Second, sealing knowledge.

Then came infighting and suppression, blocking the emergence of anything new.

They had turned knowledge into a tool for class rule, hoarding it among the few—meaning only a tiny handful had the right to access it.

Even the Sacred Icon Tree, which claimed to be the largest magical academy in the world, held only 5% of all books.

Over these three millennia, knowledge and magic had been vanishing alongside the decline of wizarding families. Much ancient magic had disappeared.

And in all that time, almost no new magic had emerged.

Magic in this world was fading.

‘Anthony wasted his efforts turning the Moon God into a matrix... If he knew, he’d burst out of his coffin and strangle these people.’

‘And now, I...’

‘Having seen how magic is gradually declining, with people losing interest...’

Shaking his head, Louis felt a pang of disappointment. He returned to bed, took out a “sheet,” watched some “cartoons” from the Magical Box Secret Realm, and then, in his dreams, gathered twelve black wizards, Harold, and Stuart together.

In the dream Sacred Icon Tree, he taught them lessons and assigned homework.

‘Sadly, though these students are all talented, they still fall short... Except for Harold, the others probably can’t even grasp what a “magical field” is—which means they can’t cast spells at all!’

‘Looks like only Harold will graduate elementary school...’

‘If no one understands, and everyone just memorizes by rote, before long, this knowledge will become as distorted as a game of telephone on a variety show...’

‘Especially the more advanced knowledge, which approaches the realm of the Dao—only through insight, not through words. There’s no way I can pass on all my knowledge.’

Louis realized he might not be able to leave much of his legacy behind.

[Clearly, this world can no longer produce a god of magic. But Louis felt that, having come here, he ought to leave something behind... at the very least, prevent magic from disappearing entirely.]

‘Let these people who can’t learn do something truly meaningful.’

Louis especially assigned the black wizards some tasks, instructing them to compile all the magic they knew and write books.

On one hand, Louis wanted to see these strange and interesting spells.

On the other, magic needs a vast base to develop and innovate, to blossom fully.

So both he and others need these things.

In the future, he would continue collecting “artisans” and magic, and have them perfect this book.

This book would become the “Encyclopedia of Everlasting Joy” for this world.

With this as a foundation, even if no one in this world can “graduate from university,” future generations could, through research into countless “applied sciences” (magic), gradually discover the patterns and theories of magic.

Collecting magic—when Louis mentioned this, the black wizards and Harold all looked at their master, their eyes ablaze with fanaticism.

They “knew” what their master intended.

Yet, what the black wizards and Harold had in mind overlapped in some ways and diverged in others.

Seeing everyone so excited, Louis was puzzled. Normally, to prevent others’ thoughts from interfering with his own, he kept his mind closed. Now he opened up and listened to their thoughts.

Black Wizards: ‘This world belongs to the noble wizards! Those mongrel wild wizards and damned Muggles should have been enslaved and ruled long ago! Yet the Ministry of Magic and the Magic Council forbade real magic’s development, and now we can’t compete with the Muggles—without a doubt, as this book grows, it will become our dark bible, helping us rule the world. Purge the Muggles. The Magical Secret Realm will be our future Dark Academy!’

Black Wizards: ‘But these spells must be tightly sealed so the Muggle wild wizards don’t learn them...’

Muggle Wild Wizard Harold: ‘The Ministry and Council have always blocked magic, preventing many gifted Muggle children from accessing or learning it. The boss must be thinking the same as me. Our “London City Magic Enthusiast Association” barely has any real magic books. This is wonderful...’

After hearing everyone’s thoughts, Louis blinked.

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