Magician in Type-Moon

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The more traumas their hearts endure, the closer they get to final completion and becoming true magicians.

The Second Prince clearly sensed that this little girl had paid an unseen price to get to where she was today. The pain and blood she had shed had transformed into an indescribable calmness and resilience within her.

"Hi, Olga Marie."

His gaze lingered on her, a barely perceptible sigh escaping his lips.

Olga Marie Yasmiret Animusfia.

She is the daughter of the ruler of the Celestial Sciences and also the monarch's representative who came to participate in the Crown Decision.

The old man slowly turned his gaze and silently stared at her for a while.

“Miss Animusfia…please come with me.”

"I see."

Olga Marie nodded, her tone unusually calm for her age.

She walked towards the old man without saying much, as if everything was already part of her plan.

The old man tapped the floor with his cane, making a low thud. Then, his gaze turned to the Second Prince.

"Elmero".

The second prince was slightly taken aback, speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but let out a soft internal monologue:

"Yes, yes, so you just call me by my title, right? The Second Prince is gone, and so is Your Excellency. As expected, I knew this would happen."

The old man seemed unconcerned by his thoughts and continued, "The passage to the ancient heart will open in half a day. Try to rest as much as possible and avoid fainting during the coronal resolution."

"Thank you for your concern, but I am unworthy of it."

Although the Second Prince disagreed, he still bowed with the utmost respect, though his tone was somewhat more relaxed.

"It's a rare opportunity, and I'd like to visit more of the mining city."

He knew in his heart that time was limited and there was probably not much he could do.

Although he had just arrived in Albion and had very limited information to gather, he was determined to do his best to understand this mysterious land in the time that remained.

After all, it's human nature to struggle while you can still move.

"Then, see you in the ancient heart."

Olga Marie nodded slightly, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. She said nothing more, turned and left, her steps light yet firm.

As Weber walked past her, a faint scent of perfume wafted into her nostrils, seemingly carrying a touch of sweetness and freshness, with a hint of unintentional provocation.

He paused subconsciously, his gaze sweeping over her silver hair, a silent emotion welling up in his heart.

Ten years from now, this girl will probably grow into an enviable beauty, attracting the attention of countless men.

However, an indescribable hope arose in Weber's heart, and he prayed—

Hopefully, by then, her future will have more options, and she won't be limited to this unfathomable world of magic.

Stepping out of the composite workshop, the sunlight was exceptionally bright, so dazzling that it almost blinded him, and Weber couldn't help but squint.

He paused briefly, standing a few dozen steps away from the composite workshop, feeling the breeze brush against his face, trying to gather his thoughts.

Then--

"...This technique is also very much in the style of an all-girls school."

He muttered to himself, his voice almost blending into the surrounding noise.

Even so, he knew that although this method seemed somewhat frivolous, it was indeed safer.

After all, in a place rife with undercurrents, using magic tricks could be detected by anyone, and in any way. At this moment, it was clearly the least noticeable method.

Weber slowly loosened his clenched fist, and a sudden weight came from his palm—

He looked down and a crumpled note was stuffed into his hand.

He carefully unfolded the crumpled paper and saw Olga Marie's familiar signature in the corner.

.........

Furi neatly put away her magic costume, her movements fluid and efficient.

It was a barrier composed of magical costumes and beast-repelling sachets, combined into one, forming an invisible shield that protected them from being discovered by monsters.

Despite rumors that certain special monsters are completely unaffected by this barrier.

However, judging from their performance over this period, this team has clearly not been too unlucky; at least they haven't encountered any fatal threats yet.

They had been trekking through the maze for nearly half a day, and their second rest time had finally arrived.

The three of them adjusted their condition, replenished their water and food, and restored their strength.

Fru calmly guided them, occasionally offering reminders, while Graf and Yvette worked in perfect harmony, knowing exactly what to do next.

Along the way, they had taken several shortcuts indicated by Furu and traversed layers of complex passages. At each confluence point, the Great Magic Circuit would quietly unfold beneath their feet, producing amazing effects.

Each change was beyond their expectations, from the lush green forests to the frigid plains with snowflakes, to the lava-flowing earth, and finally to the sight of lightning sweeping across the hills.

These scenes are like stepping into another world, eerie yet beautiful.

However, despite this, Furu calmly stated:

"What you see is less than one percent of Albion's."

The three fell silent for a moment. The journey seemed to have been fraught with challenges, but compared to the true depths of Albion, they had only scratched the surface.

Fortunately, thanks to Graf's accurate map and Matouchi's reconnaissance, the journey went relatively smoothly, and they temporarily avoided several large-scale battles.

According to Furu's account, their current level is roughly equivalent to the twenty-seventh level of the Spirit Tomb.

Nevertheless, instead of progressing step by step from the previous level, they entered the fourth level directly from the beginning through the hidden entrance found by Furu.

Furu glanced around and continued:

"The Great Magic Circuits were almost completely mined before the tenth floor. Now, the main mining points are concentrated around the thirtieth floor."

Only on the sixtieth floor will the most capable teams risk everything to venture deeper and explore for even more precious cursed bodies. Our destination, the 'Ancient Heart' region, begins on the one hundred and fiftieth floor.

Upon hearing these words, Yvette blurted out:

"At this rate... we won't make it in time at all."

Upon hearing this, Furu didn't get angry; instead, he nodded calmly, seemingly unconcerned.

"That's for sure. If you want to mine resources around the 100th floor, several experienced teams will gather here to engage in long-term collaborative challenges."

Sometimes, they would even establish temporary relay points within Albion, forming short-lived 'towns' that often lasted for a month or even a year. Even with cheat codes and shortcuts, the distance you could cover in half a day was no more than that.

These words silenced the three of them.

Albion, the Tomb of the Dead, is already known for its vast underground structure and complex environment, and the existence of these "temporary towns" is even more beyond their imagination.

However, after venturing deeper into the maze for some time, they gradually realized that this situation was not entirely unbelievable.

In fact, many things that were once unthinkable are now gradually becoming possible.

Furu sighed softly:

"...Therefore, to reach the 'Ancient Heart' in the remaining half day, we must take a completely different route."

He paused, then looked at the three of them. "It is precisely because we did not intend to mine resources from the beginning that we had the option to do so."

Chapter 597 The Void Hole (4k)

Following Furu's words, the three quietly set off from the camp.

The maze's atmosphere began to gradually erode their consciousness, each step bringing them closer to that unknown abyss.

The thirty-minute walk, the rhythmic echo of footsteps, finally led to Furu folding up the map in his hand in a secluded corner.

At that moment, facing the blank area on the map, everyone's emotions froze for a moment, and silence spread.

"The area near the thirtieth floor has surprisingly not been fully explored. If you hope to find a cursed body above a certain level, it is better to skip the thirtieth floor directly; if you are a newcomer whose abilities are not yet sufficient, it is safer to explore the shallower floors repeatedly."

Although Furu's words were clear, they seemed to be swallowed by a deep echo, and the emptiness of the labyrinth made his voice sound exceptionally distant.

A few seconds later, Yvette finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with hesitation: "...Is this the place Mr. Graf mentioned?"

Fu Liu didn't respond immediately, but simply shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with indifference: "The old man called this place 'the Hole of Nothingness'."

The three stood on the edge of a huge cave.

The scene ahead resembled an unfathomable vortex, swallowing up all light and sound.

The circular darkness at the opening spread before their eyes, swallowing all their vision and thoughts.

Matou Ike frowned, casually tossed down a small pebble, and waited quietly.

However, several minutes passed, and the pebble still did not make a sound.

Even though his hearing had been enhanced, such depth was still beyond his perception.

The depth of the hole exceeded all his expectations.

This means that everything here is unknown and beyond our control.

"If we take a rough estimate, the ancient heart should be located tens of kilometers below the mining city."

Matou Ike's tone was calm, but with an undeniable heaviness. "If these values ​​can be correlated with reality, the depth here is enough to reach the level of the mantle. It's not hard to understand why we can't hear the sound of stones colliding."

He looked at Furu, his eyes deep in thought, as if considering every decision to come.

Upon hearing this, Yvette frowned, her face filled with unease: "I remember Albion isn't located at a coordinate in reality, is that right?"

Matou Ike nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and slowly said:

"From a purely realistic perspective, we should have been oxygen-deprived long ago. Even if magic can distort the laws of physics, creating things out of thin air is no easy feat."

We are safe and sound now because this labyrinth does not simply exist in 'reality,' but is suspended in the gap between 'reality' and 'the other side'..."

He paused, his gaze deep, as if pondering a deeper meaning:

"But this special property is not entirely a good thing for us. It affects our perception and may even change our understanding of the surrounding environment. We are only temporarily allowed to survive in this space."

His gaze was unconsciously drawn to the enormous opening; the depths of the cave seemed like an endless vortex, swallowing all light and sound.

He turned his head to look at Furu beside him, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt and confusion: