However, Lyon's spell this time did not cause Matthew any discomfort.
He glanced at the newly upgraded Occlumency on his panel: Odin's Lock:Control Consciousness.
Did this mean he was now immune to all spells related to the mind, and even bypassed the stunning effect?
Matthew felt a surge of secret joy, then quickly forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't let this person find out.
So he pretended to be stunned—his eyes gradually turned blank, and his body slumped softly to the ground.
Having endured far too much stimulation in such a short span, exhaustion also crept in like a tide.
[Notice! The host has gone through transmigration! Host has bounded to the system! Therefore, the body is weak and the brain is on the verge of collapse!]
[Resisting!]
[Notice! The brain and body need rest! Odin's Lock:Control Consciousness will be passively active while the host sleeps!]
Using that as a pretext, his body let itself drift into sleep.
"This little guy has quite high magical resistance. Maybe he'll be someone important in the future..." Lyon murmured, a touch of surprise in his voice.
One had to understand—even an adult wizard would collapse instantly if hit by his Stunner unprepared.
Yet the boy in front of him had shown a degree of resistance. The spell had hesitated for a moment before taking effect.
Given the child's current condition, it was uncertain how much of the spell's effect had even gone through.
Looking at the boy who had already fallen into a deep sleep, Lyon took off his robe and gently draped it over him.
He composed himself, the smile slowly fading from his face, and looked off into the distance.
Above the distant sky, red mist stretched across the heavens, blotting out the sun. It surged and spread at a pace visible to the naked eye.
...
...
When he opened his eyes again, Matthew found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed.
"You're awake?" A deep male voice spoke.
Matthew flinched—but fortunately, he didn't hear anything absurd like, "The operation was a success."
After a moment of clarity, he recognized the Auror who had previously cast spells on him.
"I apologize for using some unconventional methods to learn about your past... There are a few things I need to explain."
Lyon stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, his tone bearing the solemnity typical of an official.
"Your foster father is suspected of participating in a cult organization, responsible for twenty-seven deaths, and even triggering a major special disaster event…"
"As the sole survivor and key witness to the incident, the Ministry of Magic has decided that until you come of age, your guardianship will be placed under someone appointed by the Auror Office—that would be me, Lyon Anglie…"
"Simply put… you'll be living with me from now on."
"Any questions?" After this long explanation, Lyon looked at Matthew with a hint of barely noticeable nervousness.
"No, sir," Matthew replied after a brief pause.
Lyon quietly let out a sigh of relief.
"Just call me Lyon," he said, pointing to himself with his right hand, a smile on his face.
"Hello, my name is Matthew." Having a place to stay was fine—it was certainly better than being on the streets.
"All right, Matthew. But there's one more thing I need to explain to you."
"As your guardian, all future documents will include my family name—Anglie—along with yours."
"Of course, if you're not comfortable with it, we can revisit the matter later… Until then, your name will be Matthew Anglie. Do you have any objections or suggestions?"
Matthew Anglie shook his head, silently agreeing.
What's in a name? As long as I, Matthew, can eat, I'll take it.
Looking around, he noticed that the furniture in the room had a slightly antique style, and the wooden floor showed a muted yellow tone from age.
The decor, however, was unusually elegant and grand.
There wasn't a speck of dust in sight—clearly the result of meticulous cleaning.
It was obvious that this room had just been prepared for him.
Lyon continued speaking, patiently explaining basic information about the household and its routines to Matthew.
From that, he also learned about Lyon's personal situation: he was in his thirties, unmarried, and the owner of this villa.
With a solid position at the Ministry of Magic, a stable income, and clear signs of wealth, he was undeniably a golden bachelor.
As for the rest of Lyon's lengthy introductions and explanations—things like the family's historical origins—Matthew Anglie didn't listen to a word of it.
By now, he had calmed down and turned his focus inward, onto the data panel in his mind.
♾️—│ SYSTEM PROFILE │—♾️
Name : Matthew Race : Human Talent : [Odin's Insight] Tier : World-Class Origin : Unique – Exclusive to All Realms
│ Description: │ → Odin's Insight allows the host to bypass comprehension steps and directly obtain mastery-level understanding of any concept, law, or spell the world permits.
Specialties:→ Local Space Lock→ Otherworld Projection→ Odin's Lock: Control Consciousness
Status:→ Gaze of the Evil God→ World's Rejection: 0.7% -> 1%
♾️—————————♾️
He forced himself to ignore the 1% rejection and shifted his attention to the specialties.
Earlier, due to the dire situation, he had been focused solely on surviving and hadn't had the chance to examine the first two specialties he had acquired.
The panel hadn't provided detailed prompts for them at the time, either.
That was different from what had happened when he was attacked, Matthew noted.
At the moment, it seemed that specialties gained from events phrased as "You suffered xx attack" would immediately display their functions and descriptions.
However, those acquired through "You observed xx" might not be fully registered—even if understood, they might not appear as listed specialties on the panel.
For example, despite his complete understanding of the earlier ritual circle's operating principles, he didn't even know its name, and it hadn't been recorded as a specialty.
From this perspective, it could only be classified as a form of knowledge.
Even if a specialty was comprehended in this category, its function and explanation wouldn't be displayed immediately.
With that in mind, Matthew Anglie shifted his focus to the three listed specialties, and their corresponding descriptions appeared one by one.
Control Consciousness still retained its original definition, but Otherworld Projection and Local Space Lock now displayed more detailed entries:
[Otherworld Projection:
Allows the user to generate a projection of themselves at a known world coordinate, with actions controlled by self-consciousness.
Only one unique projection can be generated per world. This projection conforms to the rules of the corresponding world, is protected by that world's laws, and is immune to rejection or destruction by the world itself.]
Good heavens... even a projection gets world-level protection, while my real body is still suffering rejection!
He then checked the next specialty.
[Local Space Lock:
Grants partial mastery over spatial locking, preventing teleportation or Apparition within a designated area.
Current range: dynamic 5-meter radius centered on the user.]
No teleportation allowed... though the range is a bit limited.
Still, it at least meant he wouldn't have to worry about someone Apparating behind him for a sneak attack in a fight.
Everyone's a proper wizard—just cast spells at each other from a distance. Don't go teleporting over with some weird sword to hack people apart.
That said, Control Consciousness seemed to be the most valuable specialty so far.
After all, once he entered Hogwarts, the kind and benevolent Headmaster would regularly use Legilimency to peek into your thoughts.
In comparison, Matthew felt that this Auror, who had cast a spell on him the moment they met, wasn't so bad after all.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Lyon," Matthew suddenly spoke, cutting off Lyon, who had been enthusiastically describing the extraordinary virtues of the fifty-second head of the family.
At that moment, Lyon had his left hand behind his back, right hand raised dramatically, speaking with flourish and embodying the image of a refined gentleman.
"What happened to the place I escaped from?" Matthew asked, wanting to know what occurred afterward—maybe there was a way to remove the Gaze of the Evil God.
But the once eloquent Lyon suddenly fell silent.
The elegance vanished from his expression. He slowly extended the left hand he had kept hidden behind his back, and a sinister curve crept onto his lips.
"So... you really didn't forget."
His left hand was shriveled and skeletal, glowing faintly red. It radiated an eerie, indescribable terror.
Oh no—he's been exposed!
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