bookbashuk Chapter 411 Future Plans! Ethan: From now on, the magical world is mine!
Chapter 411 Future Plans! Ethan: From now on, the magical world is mine!
Chapter 411 Future Plans! Ethan: From now on, the magical world is mine!
Ethan's gaze swept over the dark blue subtitles in front of him.
When he saw the words "rules-based paintings", his heart skipped a beat!
The first one has finally arrived: a fourth-order rule-based artwork!
"Whoosh!"
A completely new feeling welled up from the depths of my soul, traveling along my meridians and blood vessels to my arms and fingertips.
Just as new buds sprout from the soil, Ethan's fingers were also adorned with iridescent colors.
As you manipulate it, the air seems to flow, as if you are controlling the rules of the wind.
"Mastering the painting magic of prohibitions and rules... allows one to create time-stopping paintings as powerful as 'The World'!"
"No, The Worid is only a one-time spell. In the future, as long as the right extraordinary materials are found and more ancient incantations are learned, it can be used again."
"Perhaps I can create a continuously existing, fully controllable pictorial world!"
That, in common sense, is called "God".
Ethan clenched his fist, his eyes shining, his heart pounding with excitement!
I wonder what a magnificent work of art the [Tier 4 Purple Epic] level will be.
It will definitely cause quite a stir in the magical world.
"A fourth-tier painting is already impressive enough, but even so, it hasn't reached the pinnacle of power."
"I'm really curious what kind of power they can wield at the next level."
Ethan murmured, gazing at the first hint of dawn on the horizon, as if he could see a road leading straight to the heavens.
This made him eager to try it out, and he couldn't wait to know: what exactly is the vision of "God" like?
Just then.
The pale blue subtitles reappeared, pulling Ethan back to his senses.
[Note that the materials required for fourth-order paintings must contain some kind of divinity or be relics from ancient times.]
Only the most extraordinary things, rarely seen in this world, can bear the power of rules.
"Hmm," Ethan said thoughtfully, "Indeed, the higher the quality of the painting, the more stringent the materials used."
For example, the Death Remains Heart Skin used in The Worid gave him a brief opportunity to surpass his own rank.
I can't help but sigh for the umpteenth time—the path of art is the path of money!
Forget about Galleons, they'd all be turning into archaeologists to excavate prehistoric artifacts!
"The path to further advancement is still a long way off for me. Even though I have repelled Death and reversed Sirius's fate, He will surely come back again."
Each time, it will be stronger than the last.
As fate changes, the shackles of death on earth will gradually loosen.
"While Death is currently weakened, I need to make preparations in advance."
"Find extraordinary art materials to enhance your strength, then defeat the remnants of Death and weaken its power!"
Ethan's eyes were resolute as he looked down at the ruins beneath his feet.
The only clue to the remains of the Grim Reaper is the other side of the veil where the guiding bone is responding.
The unknown land that devoured Sirius.
"I can't wait!"
Ethan murmured, licking his lips, a hint of curiosity flickering in his cobalt blue eyes.
At this time.
A commotion arose from a street corner not far away.
And the sound of sirens.
The Muggles are gathering; it's time to retreat.
Ethan's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the reporters rushing toward them at the end of the street like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
He turned his head and looked at the crowd.
"6
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The Aurors stood frozen in place, staring at the boy who, just the day before, had been the savior of the magical world.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Sigh, is it possible to reconcile now?
I'm calling Ethan/Mr. Lamp, really?
"From this day forward, the magical world will be under the control of my Beacon Society."
As if making a declaration, Ethan spoke loudly through the pure white mask.
"Darkness will no longer lie dormant; led by evil beings, it will extend its ferocious and sharp claws toward the wizarding world and the Muggle world."
Everyone: What "darkness"? You're the one they're talking about!
Despite the skeptical looks, Ethan remained unmoved.
This is precisely the purpose of his laying the groundwork for the identity of "Mr. Lamp".
The purpose is to take over the magic world with a powerful stance once their identity is revealed!
Ethan raised his arm, his finger pointing straight to the sky.
A glimmer of light shone through the two holes in the pure white mask.
"But as long as there is a glimmer of light, darkness can never triumph!"
"I, Ethan Vincent, the president of the Beacon of Light Society, Mr. Lamp," hereby guarantee...
"I will do everything in my power to maintain order in the magical world!"
After all, a painting can hardly be considered a good painting if it only has a crimson canvas.
"Snap!"
A flash of white light appeared, and gray smoke billowed from the bulky camera.
MacArthur, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, leaned out from behind and exclaimed excitedly, "Well said—wait, what did you just say you were?"
Mr. Lamp?
It was as if they had been hit by a gold brick or a hundred billion yuan falling from the sky.
The reporter's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape as he stared blankly at the scene before him.
Looking at the current Minister of Magic's ashen face, he thought to himself:
Merlin, God, Buddha.
I think I'm about to become rich.
The reporter kept jumping around like he was under a spell.
Ethan withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, and a pitch-black portal appeared behind him.
He turned around, just about to speak.
Luna ran out from the crowd, as light and agile as a deer, and came to Ethan's side.
She tilted her little face up and said with a bright smile, "Are we going back to school? I really want to take a nice bath~"
"6
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Ethan paused, a smile playing on his lips, and reached out to pat her little head.
He turned his head and looked at the commune members he had painstakingly cultivated for five years.
He stretched out his hand to them, laughing heartily, "Come on, everyone! Let's continue our great journey of light and embark on the next exciting adventure!"
"6
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Whether it's interesting or not, I don't know, but I'm about to lose my life.
The students looked at each other, then smiled knowingly.
Sirius laughed heartily: "Ethan is a once-in-a-century, no, once-in-a-millennium talent! I really want to introduce him to James."
The Weasley twins shoved and pounced on Ethan, shouting, "Ethan! Our King of Comedy! We'll follow you forever!"
Cedric, the hero from Hufflepuff, strode forward like a human tank.
Having experienced the life-or-death struggle of last year's Goblet of Fire, his calm eyes are filled with determination and loyalty.
[Mr. Lamp]?
All he knew was that Ethan saved his life when he faced Voldemort.
Hermione glanced at Luna next to Ethan and bit her lip.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and strode forward to stand on the other side of Ethan.
There will always be times when Ethan needs a "know-it-all".
She needed to be by his side then.
One student after another ran toward Ethan.
Harry watched their retreating figures, and the green light and screams of that night involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
He was terrified that Ethan would become the next "Voldemort".
Wasn't Voldemort also an outstanding student and a charismatic leader in the eyes of others during his school days?
Sirius Black: "Hey! Harry! What are you waiting for? Are you hesitating? That's not like James at all!"
Harry: "I—"
Yeah, why does he always have such dark thoughts?
He truly envied Neville.
Just then, a large, kind, and gentle hand landed on Harry's shoulder.
Harry turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Headmaster Dumbledore..."
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The elderly headmaster, with his white hair, said gently to him, "I can't guarantee that Ethan isn't a bad person. But sometimes, we have to abandon logic and listen to our own hearts."
"after all...
'
Dumbledore suddenly blinked, a sly glint in his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles: "After all, it can't get any worse."
With Death himself appearing, all that's left is the end of the world.
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