I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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ah--!!

Clutching her head, Lydia, completely devastated, burst through the study door and made a dramatic escape for Kenneth. Watching Lydia leave, Kenneth let out an extremely smug smile.

Chapter 167 Heading to the Source

After Chris repaired the door, Kenneth, now calmer, activated the room's spell. Kenneth's next move was insane, so insane that he had to wait until the study was completely detached from the surface world before daring to carry out this mad plan. The body constructed by the Third Law melted away in the pitch-black flames. Without Kenneth's suppression, the soul, radiating intense malice, unleashed its full power to erode everything in the study without restraint.

With the brand solidified on his chest, Kenneth's consciousness drifted into a shimmering white space. In the center of this cage constructed by the Third Law, a churning pool of blood writhed, trying to break free of the seal pressing down on him. Through the rippling light membrane, Kenneth looked down at Ayaka Sajou in the blood pool. Ayaka Sajou, sealed within, showed no anger at Kenneth's appearance, nor any madness from her imprisonment. In her eyes, there was only greed—an instinctive greed for the soul before her.

"You came."

"Yes, I've come to see you, my tenant."

Filled with intense malice, Ayaka Sajou, within the pool of blood, maintained her seal, her eyes, brimming with hunger, locking onto the man above her. Like a wild beast, like a demon, the girl emerging from her bath, no longer stained crimson, the blood sliding down her skin sending a chill down one's spine. Through Ayaka Sajou's eyes, Kenneth saw a ferocious beast poised to pounce, a beast seeking to devour everything to fill its emptiness.

"Are you still Aika Sajou now? I'm curious."

As if greeting an acquaintance, Kenneth sat down opposite Ayaka Sajou without any hesitation. Kenneth was worried that his tool for accessing the Root had been destroyed. As for whether Ayaka Sajou was human or beast, Kenneth didn't care. As long as he could extract value from her, even if she was a vampire, Kenneth would send her to work at the crematorium.

The Holy Grail can travel to the outer world, but even after reaching the outer world, one must overcome unknown obstacles to reach the Root. However, Ayaka Sajō is different. Having fused with the Beast 666, Ayaka Sajō has transcended humanity in terms of life form, and her body connected to the Root is also one with the beast. What Kenneth needs to do is use his soul to hack into Ayaka Sajō's ownerless body, thereby reaching the Root on a conceptual level and directly avoiding the risk of his true body appearing on the outer world.

Faced with Kenneth's probing, Ayaka Sajou did not answer, continuing to silently gaze at Kenneth before her. Kenneth, unconcerned by his tenant's lack of cooperation, pressed his hand against the seal, and through the overflowing sin, closed his eyes to sense Ayaka Sajou's mental state below.

"As expected, the soul no longer has any human part... It's completely twisted, no, it was quite twisted before... This is the aura of the Root. It seems you still have some value. Since you're a tenant, you'd better pay me rent, Ayaka Sajō!"

Azure circuits crawled across the seal, and tangible magic passed through the light membrane, sealing off Sajou Aika below and forcing those empty eyes toward him. The aura of the Third Law surged, and Kenneth's vision crossed time and space in the next moment, appearing in that extremely familiar darkness. And below Kenneth, the surging and swirling 'vortex' was sinking with a mysterious and profound power.

The Vortex of Origin, the beginning and end of the lunar world, propels countless worlds to spread in all directions. Its existence is the Akasha Record of the lunar world, and its omniscience will instantly dissolve those without "qualification." Indeed, dissolving the unqualified—miracles are never accidental but inevitable. Throughout history, many have reached the Origin, but very few have been able to leave it. Among those who have crossed the barrier are those whose strength far surpasses Kenneth's, yet they have all been erased from existence before this world-driving force.

Choices are always two-way; the unconscious root will identify the right person. Kenneth was lucky; his abnormality aroused the interest of the root's carrier. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Kenneth, now off the chessboard, had already experienced the weight of the root's words, "We'll meet again."

The journey was fraught with danger, but all were safely overcome. This was not accidental, but inevitable before the 'never to meet again'. It was because of this unfulfilled promise that Kenneth dared to take the risk of infiltrating the body of the 666 Beast. The result was also very satisfactory to Kenneth. He successfully imprisoned Sajō Aika, who was equivalent to the root administrator.

"This really does give me the feeling of being kept by a domineering empress!"

The restraining force interferes with the world in the form of "potential" and "heroes." Since it can interfere with the restraining force, Kenneth can only conclude that it is a source that transcends the restraining force. While pondering this, Kenneth arrived at the spiraling source. Without hesitation, Kenneth's consciousness slowly submerged into the source. This time, Kenneth saw many things: the chaos at the beginning of the world, a white giant descending from the sky, a giant spider descending from the sky…

Setting aside irrelevant consultations, the Third Law was activated. Kenneth searched for his own incompleteness within the infinite knowledge contained in the Root, seeking the true power of the Third Law. Meanwhile, just as Kenneth stepped into the Root, on the surface of the world, at the Clock Tower…

"That guy! That guy actually dared to play tricks on me like that! Kenneth! Bastard—!!"

Filled with unsatisfied anger, Lydia pushed open the villa door, cursing as she went. In the living room, Lydia's mother calmly put down her teacup, as if nothing was amiss.

Archibald is back?

As the person who knows Lydelle best, without exception, old Archerlot had seen through Lydelle's various excuses for going to El-Melloi. Since Lydelle had designs on Kenneth, old Archerlot felt he had to do something.

"No, that bastard didn't come back!"

After automatically translating Lydelle's words, old Archerlot nodded knowingly. Lydelle's words, taken in reverse, combined with the news that Kenneth had appeared from the Gemstone Elder, meant that old Archerlot could guess that Lydelle had probably done something stupid again.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye on the Clock Tower. Lydel, you don’t have anything to do here. I’ve decided to cooperate with El-Melloi and support Animusfia’s plan. The site selection has already begun. Go and supervise it for me.”

puff--!

The tea sprayed out directly from her mouth. As for the site selection, Lydia had no intention of going to some godforsaken place to be a Cinderella.

"Ahem, no, I have things to do at the Clock Tower. Yes, I have things to do. I'm very busy. You can leave the Chaldea site selection to someone else!"

"Oh, what's up? I feel like you've been pretty free lately."

During the tactical tea drinking session, old Archerlot continued to press Lydel, whose mouth was harder than bone. There were quite a few families eyeing the position of mistress of El-Melloi, and Lydel's foolishness was making old Archerlot very anxious. If he didn't know that Lydel was still in a leading position, old Archerlot would really want to pack up this golden retriever who was stuck in the same place and send her to Kenneth.

"No way...! I'm very busy... Magic, yes, magic, Alice and I have made a breakthrough in our research, yes, a very important breakthrough, the kind that keeps me so busy I can't spare the time!"

"I see. Since you've made a breakthrough in magic, I won't force you. Don't come back until you break through in magic. Just stay with Yuzhu!"

With an air of smug composure, old Archerlot, using his superhuman abilities as a magician from the Moon World, grabbed Lydelle by the collar and dragged the malfunctioning blonde out of the villa. With a thud, Lydelle, barely settling in, was kicked out by her own mother.

"By the way, Lydia, please don't lie to me, or Mom will get angry!"

Stiffly turning her head, Lydia shuddered the moment she met old Archerlot's kind gaze.

"Mom, can I carry some of my luggage?"

"The matter of the demonic path cannot be delayed. You should go quickly. I will send someone to deliver your luggage."

With a bang, the door slammed shut, and Lydia, who had been thrown out of her home, felt utterly desolate.

Chapter 168 Completed, Third Law

As his consciousness deepened, Kenneth sensed a more primal aura, originating from the same source. The first, from nothingness to something, opened up the unknown; the second, following closely behind, constructed a framework within something; the third, carrying on, propelled the framework forward; the fourth, maintaining it, intervened in everything invisibly; and the fifth, concluding it, returned the remnants of the end to nothingness... Like an ouroboros, the five laws intertwined, completing everything.

Without immediately considering touching the other four auras, Kenneth's consciousness delved into the force propelling the world forward. A resonance arose from the power of the Third Law, and the miracle of the same origin responded to Kenneth's request. His consciousness rapidly descended, and Kenneth's spirit appeared in a dark and obscure space in a trance. Outside, Kenneth's materialized soul began to stir; inside, Kenneth's consciousness observed the design blueprints shimmering with starlight. His fingertips touched them, and the aura of the soul surged into Kenneth's mind in an instant.

Kenneth finally understood why he couldn't build a perfect body based on a perpetual soul, and he also understood why the Root could see his abnormality at a glance. In this space built by the Third Law, no, it should be said that the warehouse stores the souls of all things in the world, from organic matter to inorganic matter, storing the blueprints of everything in the world.

To the Moon World, he was an outsider; this space held no information about him. For the beings of this world, even if the world shattered, the blueprints stored here would construct a continuation of his soul in the new world. Without a blueprint, Kenneth's death was true death, and no similar individual would be born in the new world. A perfect body requires a blueprint, and this space called the [Starry Realm] did not contain Kenneth's blueprint. Thus, Kenneth's incompleteness was completely filled.

"Was it really destined to happen?"

As the fog surrounding the Law dissipated, Kenneth's blueprint, under the influence of the Third Law, was imprinted on this space from effect to cause. It wasn't imprinted as Kenneth, but as a transmigrator, a unique mark among countless parallel worlds. Thus, guided by the complete Third Law, Kenneth, with his extraordinary nature, gained control of this space.

With a thought, Kenneth retrieved a record in this space. Just before his form dissipated, Kenneth crushed the record in his palm. When his consciousness returned and he opened his eyes, the desk in front of Kenneth slowly crumbled. Not only in this world, but in countless parallel worlds, desks crumbled at this moment, their existence erased on both a material and a spiritual level.

"Is this the true power of the Third Law? Interfering with the existence of the material world based on the blueprint of the Astral Realm?"

This is a phenomenon similar to the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, but its operating logic is superior to that of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception sends things to the end of death, while Kenneth's erasure cuts off the blueprint for the existence of things at the source. Turning his gaze, Kenneth looked at Ayaka Sajou, who was sealed away.

"Tch, so it really doesn't work? Is it because my rank is too high?"

In that instant, Kenneth attempted to alter Ayaka Sajou's existence using the records of the Astral Realm, but unfortunately, he failed. Unperturbed by this minor setback, he activated the Third Magic, using the blueprint left in the Astral Realm as a foundation. Without the slightest hesitation, Kenneth constructed a perfect body worthy of this soul, including those miraculous magical eyes. The true Third Magician descended upon the world.

The study, located in the alternate dimension, returned to the world. After handing the messy study over to Chris to tidy up, Kenneth, who had just stepped into the hallway, noticed the golden retriever in the living room. At that very moment, Lydia, who had been kicked out of her home, was angrily chugging down a glass of black tea.

"Why did I say that! Now if I don't show something, there's no going back!"

Clutching her head, Lydel's twin ponytails shook violently. Kicked out of her house in the middle of the night and watched by her mother, Lydel dared not go anywhere else. Kuonji Yuzu was already resting at this hour, and Lydel didn't have the guts to raid that living mansion in the dead of night. After much deliberation, the homeless blonde had no choice but to drag her luggage to Kenneth's place.

"Honestly, couldn't that bastard be a little nicer to me? I've been so proactive, bastard! And he's still in the study in the middle of the night! He even blocked the study with a barrier, bastard, at least leave the door open for me! Bastard! Bastard!"

While cursing Kenneth, Lydel, who hadn't eaten dinner, wolfed down the snacks on the table. Kenneth silently appeared behind Lydel, stepping onto the thick carpet.

"May I ask what brings the witch here so late at night?"

"Cough cough—! Cough cough!"

A whisper sounded behind her, and Lydia jumped up from the sofa with a start, slamming the steel plate down with a clanging sound. Lydia stared stiffly at Kenneth, who had appeared behind her.

"Did you hear everything?"

"What are you saying, witch?"

Narrowing her eyes, Lydel glared fiercely at Kenneth, who had appeared like a ghost. Adhering to the principle that "if I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are," Kenneth met Lydel's gaze with innocent eyes. Less than thirty seconds later, Lydel, behaving in accordance with her persona, turned her head away and stood in front of Kenneth, dragging her suitcase.

"I'm staying at your place tonight, you don't mind, do you? Sharing a room with my idol, you'd better hurry up and prepare a room for me!"

"Yes, yes, it's my honor. I'll prepare a room for Miss Witch right away."

Turning around, Kenneth opened the storage room at the bottom of the stairs. Under Lydia's twitching eyelids, Kenneth gestured for her to enter. Just before Lydia was about to explode, Kenneth kicked the broom that had popped out of the door back in.

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

...

Despite the bullying, Kenneth naturally wouldn't put Lydell in Harry's room. After arranging for Sera to prepare a guest room for Lydell, who had been kicked out, Kenneth headed to the workshop on the second floor. The missing key had been filled, and Kenneth could now design the true Third Law's costume.

The wall clock ticked, and Lydel, lying on the soft bed, was caught in the restlessness of the night. As the saying goes, either you explode in silence or you become perverted in silence. The Coal Witch, who had been stubbornly engrossed in her games, was experiencing some strange desires after several days of inactivity. Lifting the covers, Lydel, her face flushed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and looked towards the guest room door.

"No, Lydel, how could you be so depraved? You absolutely, absolutely cannot go to that bastard again!"

Despite saying no, Lydia, dressed in her pajamas, obediently put on her slippers and walked toward the locked door with extreme 'resistance'.

"I don't want to see him. I'm just hungry. I'm going to the lobby to get something to eat. Yes, that's right! I'm going to get something to eat."

As the door lock turned, Lydel peeked out like a thief. After confirming that no one was in the corridor, the Coal Witch, who was all talk and no action, tiptoed out. With a rustling sound, Lydel hesitated in front of the stairs. She looked at the pastries in the hall, then at the workshop at the end of the corridor. With her stubbornness still intact, the Coal Witch walked towards the workshop at the end of the corridor.

"I was just curious about what that bastard was doing, I had absolutely no other intentions."

Having found a suitable excuse for herself, the Coal Witch, who was completely beyond saving, stood expectantly in front of the workshop, which was blocked by the barrier.

Chapter 169 The Third Law's Ceremonial Attire

The Jewel Sword can interfere with parallel worlds and invoke infinite magical power. According to Kenneth's concept, the Third Magic Mystic Code should also possess the ability to interfere with the Astral Realm, such as interfering with records in the Astral Realm from the surface of the world, from modification to erasure. Then, with the idea in his mind, the opening report was perfect, but the final report could only be described as appalling. Looking at the Mystic Code that resembled the Jewel Sword, Kenneth's expression changed again and again.

With the idea of ​​starting by copying homework, Kenneth used the base of the Jewel Sword, and the result wasn't bad. Kenneth created a complete third magic Mystic Code, but due to compatibility issues, let alone erasing the records of the Astral Realm, the current Mystic Code was barely able to interfere. Its effect was even inferior to some Mystic Eyes used for hinting, making it a flashy but impractical toy.

"You really can't just blindly imitate; I'd be embarrassed to show this thing out in public."

Setting aside this costume, which was enough to cause turmoil in the magic world, Kenneth completely overturned his previous design. Since the paths of magic are never the same, Kenneth, with no homework to copy, could only start from scratch to design a foundation unique to the Third Magic. Starting with establishing the circuits for the operation of the magic, Kenneth carefully inscribed the magic of the Third Magic into the circuits in his hands.

Outside the workshop, Lydel, with impure motives, pressed her head against the door. What you can't have always stirs your heart. Unable to hear any sound, Lydel flickered with magic at her fingertips, trying to break through the workshop's barrier.

"Seriously, this bastard is taking this way too seriously. He's definitely up to no good in the middle of the night. I have to check this out!"

With a light touch of her finger on the keyhole, the barrier before her rippled slightly. Seizing this brief opening, Lydia, with practiced ease, grabbed the workshop doorknob.

"Tch, how could a mere barrier possibly stump this young lady? Let me see what you're up to, you bastard."

Completely oblivious to her thieving ways, Lydia, who no longer considered herself an outsider, gently pressed down the handle with her dog grinning mischievously. The next second, Lydia's Shiba Inu's smile froze on her face. Through the crack in the open door, Kenneth, who had his back to the door, turned around, his eyes, which seemed to see right through people, meeting Lydia's gaze without a trace of emotion.

With a thud, the door slammed shut, followed immediately by hurried footsteps outside. A smirk played on Kenneth's lips as he turned and sat down on the workshop sofa. As Kenneth expected, less than ten seconds later, the door was flung open, and a menacing Lydia appeared directly before him.

The more she tried to hold back, the angrier she became; the more she retreated, the more she felt cheated. Lydia, who was only eager to lash out, quickly convinced herself again with some nonsensical reasons within a few seconds. With her left hand on her hip and her right hand slamming on the table, Lydia, with borrowed courage, stared directly at Kenneth. Seemingly still not feeling enough pressure, Lydia's head moved closer and closer to Kenneth as she leaned forward.

"Tell me, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

With her fangs clenched, a strange thought process connected, and Lydia's expression instantly turned comical as she imagined something.

"Hehe, it must be because I'm staying here that you're so excited you can't sleep all night, huh! As expected, my charm is irresistible. That's what you must be thinking, right? Hurry up and admit it, and maybe I'll take pity on you and give you a chance to pursue me!"

Overflowing with mischievous energy, Lydel approached Kenneth with a smug look on her face, based on her own conclusions. Not seeing the expression she expected, and following Kenneth's pitying gaze, Lydel lowered her head in confusion. Then, Lydel saw the steel plate under her loose pajamas, and the air became somewhat awkward.

"Ah!! You bastard! Pervert! Pervert! What are you looking at?! And are you serious with that look?! The younger one is king! Apologize! Apologize to me right now, you bastard!!"

With her hands clasped together to protect the two nails, Lydia, her rationality evaporating, swung her twin ponytails and swept them straight at Kenneth's face. Kenneth clicked his tongue twice, then got up, intending to return to the lab table.

Kenneth's astonishment completely ignited the Coal Witch's rationality. With an unyielding gait, Lydel spread her arms and blocked Kenneth's path.

"Apologize! You better apologize right now! What's with that look you're giving me? Are you looking down on me?! I'm Lydia! Every part of me is perfect, you bastard, apologize to me right now!!"

It must be said that the Coal Witch reacted as quickly as ever. Looking at the humiliated and indignant Lydel with a complicated expression, Kenneth really found it hard to say "thank you for the meal" against his conscience.

"Ah~"

Bypassing Lydia, Kenneth tidied up the somewhat messy experimental table. Thanks to Lydia, Kenneth was completely at a loss for ideas. Rather than wasting time trying to come up with an even more advanced costume, Kenneth decided to look for inspiration in his previous designs.

A long sigh made Lydia's already meager mood even worse. She ground her teeth and, getting no response, buzzed around Kenneth like a fly, insisting on her theory that 'small is perfect'.

At first, Kenneth didn't pay much attention to Lydell's tantrums, letting the golden retriever vent its emotions. But soon, Kenneth realized something was wrong; the golden retriever seemed to be doing it on purpose. Reviewing his previous designs, Kenneth sensed Lydell's soul fluctuations. Hmm, this woman is beyond saving!

"What's wrong with you, you bastard? Don't you even react when I'm right next to you? Don't you know how to get along with me? Tsk tsk~ You've really fallen for my charm!"

"Let me see, it's a magic base design. You actually look at this kind of thing? Are you trying to hide your nervousness about being with me?"

……

After a brief moment of excitement, the scheming Lydelle seized the opportunity to plot. Although she couldn't understand the documents in Kenneth's hands, that didn't stop the Coal Witch from acting out. Stroking her legs, the abnormally developed Coal Witch tried every means to influence Kenneth. With a snap, the barrier activated, and Lydelle, caught off guard, was magically controlled. The familiar feeling of being bound instantly satisfied Lydelle, and then... nothing more. Kenneth continued flipping through the documents in his hands.

"Wait, you bastard, what's wrong with you! Put me down! Are you angry because I hit a nerve...?"

Lacking the desired outcome, the Coal Witch, yearning for more, unleashed her hidden skill, teetering on the edge of being violated. Glancing at the now-broken witch, Kenneth, under Lydel's expectant gaze, dispelled the magic. Lydel froze; the anticipated follow-up was gone, even the readily available thing was gone. Shocked, Lydel stared at Kenneth in disbelief.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want me to put you down, Miss Witch? Isn't that what you meant?"

Just as she was feeling satisfied, she was overwhelmed by emptiness. When she met Kenneth's mocking gaze, Lydia blushed and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"You, you, you!! I, I, I!! That's exactly what I meant! Kenneth, you bastard!"

With a groan of persecution, Lydelle, her steps unsteady, rushed out of the room once more. Ignoring Lydelle's interruption, Kenneth, having regained his focus, continued designing the formal attire. Unlike Kenneth's leisurely pace, the Coal Witch, back in her room, was overwhelmed by emptiness after a brief moment of humiliation and anger. The wall clock ticked away, and the inner voices of Lydelle's mind clashed violently.

Go ahead, this has happened many times before, there's nothing wrong with saying it...

'You can't go. You're Lydia, with over 100 million fans. How can you take the initiative...'

Go ahead, that bastard did something so outrageous, shouldn't we confront him?

"I can't go."

【go.】

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