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In the end, Morin and the others successfully sent Arthur to prison.
Although he hadn't been convicted, their goal had been achieved.
The news media naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity and exposed the cause and process of Arthur's imprisonment. This made it impossible for the Arthur Group to do business.
A large portion of the evidence in the hands of the news media came from an "anonymous Good Samaritan."
Daniel and Dylan's group were successfully admitted into the Eye of Providence, as were Morin and Catrina.
"Hmm... it's about time to leave," Morin thought to himself in the car on the way to the Eye of Providence.
Life wasn't just about making money and leveling up; there were many other interesting things. If Morin were a leveling fanatic, he might still be in the first world, grinding away.
Fortunately, he wasn't.
That would be boring, wouldn't it?
Compared to simply leveling up and fighting monsters, Morin was more interested in traveling to unknown worlds and gaining more interesting abilities.
Of course, having power was a must, but it was too difficult to level up a profession to a high level through normal means... Morin didn't want to waste too much time in one world, so reaching a high level was enough to leave. This was the most cost-effective option.
As for when he would be able to reach an even higher level, that would depend on fate. After all, with so many worlds, there was always an opportunity.
If he really needed power, he could always go back to his original world and grind slowly!
As for why Morin had stayed until now, it was naturally because of what they were about to do next.
If it weren't for the systematic study of magic, Morin would have left a long time ago. How could he have stayed for so long?
But then again, with so many acquaintances around, and the possibility of running into them in other worlds... could he do something about this?
Morin thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up.
He then went to Bradley and took out a camera.
"What are you doing?" Bradley was a little stunned.
"After this is over, I'm going to travel to a very, very far place and probably won't be back for a long time," Morin said, adjusting the camera and putting his hand on Bradley's shoulder.
"Come on, let's take a picture. I'll miss you."
"...I feel like there's something weird about what you just said," Bradley thought about what Morin had said but still took a picture with him.
Afterward, Morin looked at the photo, nodded in satisfaction, and went to find his next target.
Bradley thought for a long time and finally understood.
The implication of Morin's words seemed to be that he wouldn't see him again when he came back. Was he worried that he would die?
Bradley was so angry that he couldn't stand it.
"Come on, Daniel, I'll miss you," Morin, who had achieved his goal, didn't care what Bradley was thinking. He found his next target, Daniel.
"I feel like something's not right," Daniel frowned. He wasn't against taking a picture with Morin. After all, they had been partners for a year and were on good terms.
"Where exactly are you going?"
"Didn't I tell you, a very, very far place?" Morin looked at the photo in the camera and nodded in satisfaction. Then he went to Dylan.
"Come on, Dylan, let's take a few pictures, too."
"Huh?" Dylan was stunned, but Morin had already taken a few pictures.
"Don't just stand there. Come on, let's try a different pose."
"Can you try to smile a little? Yes, a genuine smile... Never mind, I'll just hypnotize you."
Dylan: "???"
...
Everyone in the car watched as Morin pestered Dylan to take no less than twenty photos. They looked at each other, their faces solemn.
What was going on?
And even if he was taking pictures, why was he only taking them with Daniel, Bradley, and Dylan?
And why so many with Dylan?
Everyone was confused. Henley and Merritt, who didn't know Morin very well, even began to wonder if he had some... issues.
Morin straightforwardly hypnotized Dylan, put him in many different poses for photos and group photos, nodded in satisfaction, and then broke the hypnosis.
Afterward, Morin took a picture with everyone else, but this time, it was a little half-hearted.
Morin said that it wasn't that he didn't want to take more pictures with everyone; it was just that the camera's memory was running out.
Everyone chuckled, saying it didn't matter!
Soon, the car arrived at one of the Eye of Providence's headquarters the Royal Observatory, Greenwich.
Daniel and Dylan's group were taken to learn about the history of the Eye of Providence and meet the elders, blah blah blah, while Morin, led by Bradley, went to his destination for this trip.
"I didn't know until I asked. I'm surprised," Morin said. "What's your position in the Eye of Providence to have so much power?"
The fact that he and Catrina had received an invitation to join the organization could be explained as having connections, but Daniel and Dylan's group was a different story.
They had been impersonating the Eye of Providence to cause trouble!
Bradley not only easily resolved the issue but also made it possible for Dylan and Daniel's group to officially join the organization and be part of Morin's mission!
This was not something a regular member of the Eye of Providence could do.
So, Morin, who had his suspicions, had found Bradley before coming here and told him that he didn't want to go through all the formalities and just wanted to learn some magic.
Although Bradley had said no, his body was very honest, and he took Morin down a different path.
"You should know that a magician's archenemy is a magic debunker, and I am a magic debunker," Bradley said, finally having a chance to show off in front of Morin.
"What do you think my status is in the Eye of Providence?"
"A public enemy? Like a rat in the street?"
"Bullshit! I'm an overseer!" Bradley rolled his eyes. "I'm in charge of supervising those who abuse magic, steal the name of the Eye of Providence, or use low-level magic tricks to deceive people. It's my duty to expose them and make sure they get the punishment they deserve!"
"So, your status is very high," Morin said, looking as if he had expected it.
If someone were doing this kind of thing, and they didn't have a high status, who would listen to them?
"Hmph, it's not very high, but I can easily solve some personnel and magic teaching problems," Bradley said proudly.
"So that's how it is..." Morin was deep in thought, making up his mind.
Bradley suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He couldn't help but look around, and his gaze landed on Morin.
That guy is definitely up to something again!
Bradley had a good understanding of Morin after spending a year with him.
"Why are you looking at me?" Morin asked.
Although I do have some ideas, I haven't put them into action yet!
Do you have some kind of precognition ability?
"No matter what you're thinking, I'm about to take you to the most heavily guarded place in the Eye of Providence," Bradley warned.
"You absolutely cannot have any bad ideas. If you do, I'll be punished, but you'll also be severely punished!"
"Don't worry. Do I look like the kind of person who likes to cause trouble?" Morin chuckled.
"You don't look like it, you are!"
Despite what he said, Bradley still took Morin to an attic and led him inside.
Inside the attic, it looked like a library, with shelves full of books that filled the entire space. What confused Morin was that the attic seemed to be much larger on the inside than it was on the outside.
"The space inside the attic is much larger than the outside because of a spatial structure magic. Unfortunately, no one has been able to learn this magic for a long time," Bradley said, as if he had read Morin's mind.
"No one can learn it?" Morin asked. "Why?"
"Because of a break in the lineage, and some... other reasons," Bradley said, pointing up.
"As society becomes more industrialized, there's less and less magic in nature."
"Really?" Morin said, as if he hadn't noticed.
"You absorb magic faster than anyone I've ever seen, and the amount you can store is also the most I've ever seen. So you basically never notice these things," Bradley said, a hint of envy in his voice.
"Other people don't have your talent, Morin. You should cherish it."
"I will," Morin nodded. "So... is no one guarding this place?"
"This place is protected by powerful magic. To take a magic book from the shelf, you need to pay a corresponding number of contribution points. It's essentially a corresponding magical marker, like a key."
"So, how many contribution points do I have now?" Morin looked at the number of books around him. He could also feel the hidden spells that seemed to be guarding the books, so he dismissed his previous idea.
Originally, Morin's idea was this: he would use his spatial storage to take all the books at once, then use his world-hopping ability to leave.
When he came back, he would return the books in the next second, so there wouldn't be any issue of stealing... after all, the books were returned, weren't they?
But now... the plan was over before it even began.
Morin compared their magical powers and realized that this place was a bit of a threat to him.
So, Morin decided to first honestly see how many things he could learn with his contribution points, and if that was enough.
"Contribution points can be gained from missions or from money," Bradley said.
"The number of contribution points you get from a mission is based on the difficulty and method you used to complete the mission. I told you about the exchange rate for money before. Do you want to donate some money?"
"Why don't we first talk about how many points I got from the mission and how many things I can exchange them for?" Morin said.
"Alright..." Bradley sighed. "You have fifty thousand contribution points."
"That sounds like a lot," Morin nodded. "How many things can I exchange for?"
"Aren't you curious as to why you have so many contribution points?" Bradley had been waiting for Morin to look surprised so he could explain, but Morin didn't follow the script, which frustrated him.
"Will asking make my contribution points increase?"
"No."
"Then why should I ask?"
"..."
Bradley was silent.
He had a point!
"Anyway, fifty thousand contribution points is a lot," Bradley said, waving his hand over the rows of bookshelves and handing Morin a token.
"As for how long those points will last you, that depends on which books you want to read and which magic you want to learn."
"I understand," Morin nodded. "Can I start now?"
"As you wish," Bradley said.
"So, how do I pick books?" Morin asked, a little curious. "Do I just say the name of the book, and the magic will be automatically selected for me?"
"Of course not," Bradley's face darkened. "That consumes a lot of magic. To pick books, you just have to..."
With that, Bradley led Morin around a corner to a computer. "Use this, the library management system."
"...You really are keeping up with the times," Morin said.
"There's no other way, we're a little short on money..." Bradley sighed.
"In that case," Morin opened the computer, logged into the library management system, and started searching.
"What books do I need to read to learn all the fundamental magic knowledge?"
"That's a bit broad," Bradley was stunned. "And it's a bit vague. Are you sure you don't want to read something more useful, like, some magic books?"
"I have my reasons," Morin smiled and didn't explain.
...
In the following days, Morin stayed in the Royal Observatory, reading the documents and learning.
The Eye of Providence had a very long history, which was why so much magic had been preserved. Of course, a large portion of it was magic tricks, but Morin wasn't interested in those.
As a magician, learning magic was more important!
As for why Morin chose to learn the fundamentals of magic instead of the spells, he had his reasons.
The fundamentals are the foundation of existence.
Morin knew how to use magic, but he only knew how to use it; he didn't know the principles behind it. He was just applying a formula.
But if Morin knew the principles and understood them completely, he could try to create his own!
One was a rigid application of a formula, and the other was an understanding of the principles and a complete mastery of their application. These two methods were fundamentally different!
Which was more important to use fifty thousand contribution points on, learning spells or learning the fundamentals?
Learning spells might allow Morin's power to increase significantly at his current stage, but as time went on, the effect would only get smaller.
But learning the fundamentals could lead to a limitless future!
That was Morin's idea!
Morin was never a short-sighted person. His system meant that he had to have a much longer-term perspective.
...
A month later.
Even with Morin's learning speed, it took him a full month to use all fifty thousand contribution points.
In reality, Morin also roughly understood why he had fifty thousand contribution points for this mission... It was because they had given up five hundred million dollars during the mission, wasn't it?
There's a give and take, and the Eye of Providence was quite good at this.
"Are you planning to leave?" Bradley asked.
He, of course, hadn't stayed here for the entire month. He had just rushed over after receiving a message from Morin.
"Yes," Morin nodded. "I've finished reading what I needed to read."
"I have a feeling... Do you know what my ability is?" Bradley asked.
"Precognition?"
"Something like that. It's not always right, but sometimes it's very useful," Bradley said with a smile. "I have a premonition that you're going to a very, very far place."
"And?"
"That's it."
"You're a bit short, aren't you..." Morin said.
"Stop saying such ambiguous things," Bradley's face darkened again, then he shook his head and laughed.
"But there is something else. This isn't from a premonition; it's a guess."
"Tell me," Morin asked, interested.
"Your purpose is very strange... very strange. A normal person would have a goal, but I've never seen one in your actions and what you do. Sometimes, you're after money, but when you spend it, you're not stingy at all."
Bradley paused and continued, "It's as if... you don't have a specific goal. You just do whatever you feel like, floating around."
"But from my perspective, you're not that kind of person. A person with your abilities must have a goal. Otherwise, you would have stopped a long time ago, because you have the power to stop."
"So, there's only one explanation: your goal is very big and very far away."
"So, how far away and unattainable is your goal?"
After he finished speaking, Bradley looked at Morin as if he wanted to see through his eyes and find out what his real thoughts were.
"Something that can make me stay, huh..." Morin sighed, looking up at the sky. "Do you see those stars?"
"It's daytime."
"I know. Can't you just play along?" Morin's eye twitched. He held back the urge to hit Bradley, who was ruining the atmosphere, and continued, "That's one of my goals..."
"That's quite grand," Bradley said, deep in thought, then changed the subject. "There's one more thing I'm curious about. What kind of existence would make you willing to stop?"
"That's a good question," Morin said, still looking up at the sky as if he could see the stars.
"On that distant and wonderful journey, I'll meet many wonderful people and things. I'll stop for a while to experience those stories myself, and then they'll exist in my memory."
"As for what would make me willing to stop forever..."
"Right now "
Morin's eyes narrowed as if he could see the familiar people who were most important to him.
A couple with graying hair and a small, adorable child.
"Only them."
"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" Bradley asked, sensing something was off.
"No, there's nothing that shouldn't be said," Morin replied with a smile, shaking his head. "Thank you, Bradley, I'll remember you."
"Should I say I'm honored?" Bradley chuckled.
"That's not necessary. Even though it was fun to give you a hard time, you're still a friend of mine, in a way," Morin patted Bradley on the shoulder.
"Where are they?"
"They're also studying, but in a different place. After all, they haven't reached the level to learn magic here. What do you want them for?" Before Morin could answer, Bradley asked with curiosity,
"By the way, how were your gains this time?"
"Very fruitful," was all Morin said. He didn't elaborate, changing the subject instead. "Let's have a party before I leave."
"Where are you going?" Bradley asked again.
"Somewhere very, very far away," Morin said, walking forward. "The Eye won't forbid a party, right?"
"Of course not. In fact, many young people in the Eye of providence often go to parties. You know, the Eye of Heaven's control over magic is not that strict, so they can use this to attract the attention of the opposite sex... as long as they don't deliberately talk about it."
"I finally understand why your Eye of Heaven is gradually declining."
"That's one of the reasons... I guess. Anyway, since we can't stop them, we might as well let them enjoy it."
Bradley seemed quite open-minded about this.
Night
A party is basically a party: eating, drinking, playing games, and everyone having a good time together.
Since the party was supposedly a farewell for Morin, he naturally became the target for Daniel, Dylan, and the others.
Of course, Morin wasn't one to back down.
There was no need to brag about his past life's record. If they really wanted to get him drunk, they'd probably have to use "wine" with 100% alcohol content, and they'd have to pour it fast one glass after another without stopping.
Besides being able to handle a large amount of alcohol, Morin's own physical abilities were enough for him to digest and break down the alcohol in a very short time.
And if all else failed, Morin could always cheat with his storage space!
Even though everyone present was a proper magician who could use magic, Morin's use of the storage space wasn't magic, so there was no risk of being exposed by "magical fluctuations" or anything like that!
There are always more solutions than problems.
Soon, Daniel, Dylan, and even Bradley all got drunk and passed out, while Morin's face didn't even turn red.
"You must have cheated, didn't you?" Catrina, the only one who didn't drink that night, was the sole survivor.
"No," Morin shook his head. "I don't need to cheat for this."
"Alright," Catrina said with a smile. "Wanna go for a walk?"
"What, am I supposed to say no?" Morin shrugged.
He ignored the group of completely drunk and unconscious people whose limbs were all tangled up and some of whom were snoring loudly, and left the villa with Catrina.
Because of the year of teaching, Morin's best friend in this world was actually Catrina.
However, their relationship remained the same as it was at the beginning. Although they got to know each other well, they never took that next step.
They talked a lot, but also very little.
In the end, when Bradley woke up the next day with a headache, he saw Catrina with red-rimmed eyes.
"That man," Bradley sighed. "He doesn't belong here."
"Then where does he belong?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's a very, very distant place."
Morin was already in the midst of the vast expanse of stars, a sight he had experienced many times but which never failed to astound him.
When in such an environment, one can't help but feel a sense of insignificance, and marvel at the boundlessness of nature and the finitude of human power.
Mor