Magician in Type-Moon

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It was as if the blood flowing through the transparent tube was the pulsating blood of the formal attire itself.

“No, this guy is sleeping too soundly, I can’t wake him up unless I do this. Besides, there are many prerequisites for using this thing, so I want to use it at the most critical moments. I originally planned to use this costume only when I reached the fourth level of management unit.”

Meastia spoke as if in defense, then glanced at her worn-out formal attire.

With a "click," the man pressed one of the switches.

"What are you doing?!"

"Supreme Mystic Code: Negation of Uniqueness (Gemini), activate!"

A few seconds later, the device actually started up.

dong dong dong...

The formal attire made a sound, and a flash of light appeared at the tip of another glass tube extending outward from the attire.

It was a light that was weaving something.

New rainbow-colored foam.

It is exactly the same thing that Pharaoh Ptolemy used.

Quarte was shocked; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"A new—no, exactly the same spacetime bubble?"

"Hehe, this is the formal attire."

Meastia smiled wryly.

"My supreme Mystic Code is to reconstruct everything that is non-biological. Of course, it's not something created out of nothing. To replicate something like a divine treasure, you need at least valuable materials of equal value and from the same system. This time, the materials are fragments of bookshelves from the Great Library that I borrowed."

That's truly a daunting performance.

A similar concept exists in high-level magic—a technique called "projection."

Constructing objects solely with magic—a technique that creates something from nothing in a sense—can only achieve a superficial imitation in most cases, and can only be maintained for a very short time.

"Then let's go. The source of everything should be in the fourth level."

As Meastia said this, she made a finger gesture in front of the new spacetime bubble.

It's like touching a capacitive touchscreen.

This is a technique that can operate spacetime bubbles without a key, or rather, it completely plagiarized a kind of magic.

............

The sound of the ground shaking was deafening.

This is the restricted book section of the third level of the Alexandrian Library.

Among the rows of crystal trees, the roots of one tree have an extremely unnatural depression.

That part melted, and very few people could understand it.

started from the bottom.

"No no no no no."

Then came a beautiful baritone voice.

"Is it finally over?"

The chubby face, with only the upper half of its body visible, looked around.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the fat man—Giuseppe Istario Saghdam—and Rogge dug into the floor of the forbidden library.

This is achieved through a special ability known as Molecular Face.

Anything he touched, even the building materials of the Grand Library of Alexandria, would immediately melt from the high temperature.

It's not just about generating heat; to prevent it from backfiring on the user, this ability is also directional, allowing it to absorb heat.

It was by using this ability that they avoided the seawater that was pouring in and the spacetime bubbles that wanted to capture them.

“We’ve used up all the Molecular Faces we prepared beforehand, and everyone else is missing. Should we continue exploring, Instructor Roger?”

Giuseppe sat down in the tunnel he had created and looked at Rogge beside him.

But what he received in return was a sharp bone spear.

And an apology that sounded completely unashamed.

"I'm sorry, Giuseppe."

Giuseppe's body fell backward, blood and shattered skull fragments splattering across the tunnel walls.

His eyes remained wide open, as if he couldn't believe he would die at the hands of his comrade. However, Roger's expression remained unchanged; he merely glanced down at the corpse lying on the ground and sighed softly.

“Resource management is a compulsory course for every alchemist.” He murmured to himself, as if defending himself or summarizing Giuseppe’s failure. “Using up all your trump cards is tantamount to declaring your own death sentence.”

Then he casually inserted his bone spear into the spacetime bubble that was ubiquitous in the third level.

That's right, Cipher's copy of the secondary key was in his hands.

Since it's an auction of his own child's estate, how could he, as the father, not attend...?

next moment--

He then disappeared from that place.

Shortly after he disappeared, unusual activity was detected in the nearby Crystal Forest.

Two figures, one tall and one short, emerged from within.

Chapter 408 The Fourth Tier 4k

"Wow, this is quite a show! What is this? This guy has completely violated the rules of your Atlas Institute, hasn't he?"

Emerging from the crystal forest were Shion and Kiz.

They entered through the back door of the Alexandria Library and made their way to the third floor without any obstruction.

Although the sudden appearance of seawater was somewhat surprising, the journey generally went smoothly.

“It is very sad that his actions did not violate the Atlas Institute’s rules. The only restriction we are subject to is ‘not to disclose our research.’”

Ziyuan said calmly.

While it's rare for members of the same sect to kill each other, it's not unheard of.

Although this kind of thing is disgusting, it doesn't cross the line.

Kiz shrugged upon hearing this and said:

"But I always felt there was something strange about this guy."

"Yeah, I think so too. He... smells strange, but also familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before."

Ziyuan adjusted her glasses with some confusion, unable to recall the scent for a moment.

It should be something I'm very familiar with.

"Perhaps you've met him at the Atlas Academy. But it turns out you're the dog type, just like my dear disciple."

Kiz's words carried a hint of mockery, causing Shion to frown, but she ignored his teasing.

Perhaps it was true, as this unreliable guy beside her said, that she and the guy who had committed the crime and fled had only met once before, in the Atlas compound.

However, none of these things were important, so Shion didn't pay too much attention to them and instead asked about something else.

"According to you, this is where you and two other magicians conducted experiments. So, you should have a way to enter the fourth level, right?"

"Hmm, great reasoning, but unfortunately, I didn't get to the next level. There's an old guy who's determined to shut us out when our experiment was about to succeed."

Shion snorted at this answer.

Such a gesture is incredibly cute.

"I can't count on you after all, you don't even know about the back door of this place."

"Ah, what do you mean? Well then, I'll have to show you my true skills!"

"Do it that way if you want—"

Ziyuan replied nonchalantly and turned her face away.

............

Let's rewind a little bit.

Back to the time before the drainage system of the Alexandria Grand Library was activated.

At this moment, Matou Ike is searching for the entrance to the fourth-level management office.

The Matou family's element is water, which doesn't need much repetition.

When the seawater filled the entire third layer.

Matouchi's senses were then infused into the water with magic, and he could clearly perceive any subtle ripples or the direction of the undercurrents.

Even though he didn't have a key.

But this did not prevent him from finding the entrance to the fourth level.

The water, carrying immense pressure, would continuously erode the entire structure of the third level, while the fourth level was the most important part of the entire library.

The locations where magical barriers or mechanisms are set up are also the most complex.

Since seawater can be pumped in to wash away intruders, the alchemists of the Atlas Institute must have considered how to prevent the gates to the fourth level from being destroyed by the anti-intrusion mechanisms they had set up when this great library was first built.

Therefore, finding the entrance to the fourth level is simple; just pay attention to the direction of the water flow.

The seemingly random architectural forms and cracks in the walls gradually reveal hidden patterns as the water flows.

"The entrance should be right here..."

His gaze focused on a hidden corner, where subtle, swirling currents seemed to be an invisible barrier trying to conceal something.

If it's a defensive technique, then you can just blast it open with brute force.

.............

What comes into view is the unique crystal building material of the Alexandria Library—or rather, the Atlas Library.