klisemfg Chapter 510, Section 519: A Brand New History 3
Chapter 510, Section 519: A Brand New History 3
Chapter 510, Section 519: A Brand New History 3
Yes.
Cthulhu's reaction was somewhat unusual.
Its attacks began to become more targeted, no longer merely an outpouring of power, but an attempt to strip away, capture, and devour the qualities emanating from Ian's magic and the depths of his soul.
Once, Ian cast a powerful and beautiful spell, and a silvery-white light briefly dispelled the green mist and whispers in an area.
Ignoring the Guardian's natural restraint against negative energy, one of Cthulhu's tentacles forcefully pierced through the silver light, its tip splitting open into a suction cup-like mouthpart, frantically sucking up the dissipating Guardian energy. Although the tentacle sizzled as it was burned, it emitted a satisfied and chilling wave of consciousness.
"What's going on?"
Ian knew something was wrong with Cthulhu.
This also makes Ian afraid to summon the Guardian.
And indeed, Cthulhu was captivated by his power of hope. Once again, in a moment of crisis, Ian recalled the scene of the Battle of Hogwarts, where everyone was united and their beliefs converged. This belief unconsciously enhanced his Ironclad Charm, causing it to shine brightly and temporarily repel a Psychic Scream.
"Okay, okay!"
that moment.
Cthulhu's eerie green eyes instantly shone with a terrifying light as he stared intently at the light of conviction. His massive body trembled slightly with excitement, as if an addict had spotted the finest heroin.
"Sweet—contradictory hope—originating from fairy tales"—only the purest beauty—can give birth to—the most extreme madness—and despair—in the fall—"
Fragments of fragmented thoughts, accompanied by increasingly frenzied attacks, followed.
This information.
It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind!
All of Ian's confusion vanished in an instant!
Why would my own world, this seemingly "low-magic" universe, the Hogwarts world full of fairy tales and hope, attract Cthulhu, a being that symbolizes ultimate chaos and madness?
Why is it so greedy for the taste of "hope"?
It's no coincidence!
It is because the ultimate "fairytale", the ultimate "beauty", and the ultimate "hope" contain the corresponding ultimate nutrients in the soil on the other side or in the soil that nurtures them!
"Potential" that can be twisted and corrupted by Cthulhu!
Just as the brightest place casts the darkest shadow.
Cthulhu, and the Great Old Ones behind it, may not simply enjoy destruction. What they crave more is to drag the most beautiful things into the deepest chaos and madness, to taste the "fall" process of falling from the peak to the abyss, and the resulting "despair" and "madness" are to them!
That is the ultimate delicacy!
A world that can give birth to a "fairytale" like Hogwarts, a dimension that can cultivate wizards with such tenacious "hope," is undoubtedly an incredibly rich "hunting ground"!
They are not invading a weak world, but coveting a treasure trove filled with the most precious "materials of corruption"! This second home of Ian's, everything he cherishes, the source of his power—Hogwarts and the beauty of that world—is the root cause of this annihilation!
"No----"
The whisper was forced out between Ian's teeth, then erupted into a volcanic roar, "I will not allow it!!!"
The boundless rage was not ferocity, but a chillingly resolute determination. He would not allow this filthy, mad ancient god to extend its tentacles into the world he cherished! He would not allow it to stain the towers of Hogwarts with the colors of madness! He would not allow it to twist the smiles of his loved ones into desperate cries!
Protection and love are infinitely great in this universe. Therefore, this resolute and protective will, like accelerant thrown into a furnace, instantly ignited everything within him!
The magic is roaring!
The previously somewhat sluggish source of magic, driven by this "absolutely not allowed" will, actually broke through its limits and began to grow and boil wildly!
Every drop of magic is imbued with his will, shining with the light of protection.
Imagination is burning! What they learned at Hogwarts was not just spells, but a belief in "possibility" and an expectation of "miracles." At this moment, this imagination was no longer limited to known magic, but transformed into the most brilliant blueprint pointing to "victory" and "expulsion"!
"Shining Ian makes his appearance!"
The Ultraman Tiga meme hasn't died down yet.
Ian is indeed shining.
The law of paradox is roaring!
The authority of the [Old Flame] is trembling! They begin to operate, purify, and even be imbued and sublimated by this will with unprecedented efficiency!
A "fact" filled with absolute and unquestionable truths is being forged in the furnace of Ian's will, attempting to forcibly integrate into the current chaotic battlefield reality!
"In the name of Ian Forprins!"
"With the wisdom and courage that Hogwarts bestowed upon me!"
"Based on the fairy tales I've seen, and on the hopes I hold!"
"With my plundering fire, I will defend the light of my heart!" Ian poured all his magic, all his will, all his control over the old powers, all his understanding of the paradoxical laws, and all his beautiful memories and beliefs in protecting Hogwarts and his home world into his wand without reservation!
then!
It points to that terrifying existence that blots out the sky!
He no longer needed specific incantations. In this moment, magic was him, and he was magic. He was the embodiment of resolve, the extension of protection!
It is also the ultimate counterattack of "fairy tales" against "nightmares"!
"For the world I love"
"Expel them!!!"
No blinding beam of light or deafening explosion erupted from the tip of the wand.
Instead, a profound silence descended.
A "sea of light" that is indescribably dazzling yet incredibly gentle.
The light was not a single color; it contained the silver glow of the Hogwarts Great Hall's starry sky, the golden-red of Gryffindor's courage, the sky-blue of Ravenclaw's wisdom, the bright yellow of Hufflepuff's loyalty, and the emerald green of Slytherin's ambition—
It is the colors of the changing seasons, the warmth of friendship, the sparkle of knowledge, and the joy of growth!
It is also the collection of all the beautiful essence that constitutes that "fairytale" world!
It is so beautiful, so full of hope, yet it carries an inviolable, absolute will to "expel".
Of course, at the heart of this ocean of light, there flows a deep, dark green stream of fire that constantly devours the surrounding chaos yet is restrained and guided by the light of hope!
And transparent ripples that distort and negate abnormal logic.
The two divine powers were also incorporated, just as Ian had said: there are no evil forces, only evil users, and this statement was best proven at this moment. This "ocean of light" spread out silently, seemingly at a slow pace, yet it seemed to transcend the constraints of time.
"How could this be?!"
All of Cthulhu's tentacles, all his breath, and the evil fire shooting from his eyes were like snow meeting the blazing sun the moment they came into contact with this light.
It began to silently melt and dissipate.
It was not destroyed by violence, but rather "negated" and "purified" by some higher-level rule that originated from the "essence of beautiful existence".
"Impossible! It's just soil! How could soil attack me!"
Its enormous, distorted body began to become unstable in the parts bathed in light; its scales lost their luster, and its tentacles softened and withered.
It was as if the very foundation of its existence was being shaken.
"No!!! This light—this hope—should be—my—nourishment!" Cthulhu let out the sharpest, most fearful, and most greedy shriek of thought since the start of the war.
It struggled frantically, mobilizing all its power to fight back and devour the light. But its chaotic power was defeated by the "Light of Hope," which was a condensation of the ultimate will to protect, paradoxical rules, and the tamed authority of the past. It was as if it had encountered a natural enemy and was retreating step by step!
"Ahhhhh!"
The ocean of light completely submerged Cthulhu's mountain-like body.
There was still no explosion.
There was only absolute light and silence.
At the core of that light, countless images seemed to be shimmering.
Hogwarts Castle stands serenely, students laugh and play on the grass; friends chat by the warm fireplace; in Charms class, sparks form dazzling patterns—each scene is a concrete, warm "hope," something Cthulhu cannot comprehend.
That is the "order" and "beauty" that cannot be devoured, but instead restrains Cthulhu.
"You can't escape your world!"
The maddening will of the Old Ones, washed away by endless beautiful sights, let out a final, silent roar filled with resentment, fear, and endless malice.
Then—it went out.
It is not death.
Rather, its manifested "true form," its condensed will, and the vast majority of its power essence were completely "purified" by this strike that embodied everything in Ian!
And — "Seize"!
The overwhelming shadow disappeared.
The frantic whispering stopped.
The green mist receded like the tide. Only the ruins of R'lyeh remained, broken and silent, and in the center of the ruins, a figure that, like the sun, slowly dimmed its light.
"Cough cough cough!"
Ian knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his wand, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly from exhaustion.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
In my mind, system prompts flooded in like a waterfall, with unprecedented brightness and urgency.
[WARNING! Extremely high-intensity conceptual conflict and rule-level impact detected!]
[Target "Cthulhu (manifestation in this dimension)" has been detected; its will has ceased, and its manifested body has disintegrated!]
[Capturing dissipated primordial energy and fragments of authority ————]
[Capture in progress — Strong resistance encountered — Host's "expulsion" will and the pull of authority work together — Resistance collapses!]
[Capture successful!]
[Integration in progress————]
Integration complete!
[Authority: The integrity of the Old Flame has been increased to 100%!]
[A promotion in authority!]
[New Authority Formation: Eclipse of Chaos/Foundation of Order (Unique)]
[Description: A power of opposing forces formed by completely devouring and integrating the core authority of the Great Old One Cthulhu in this dimension. It possesses the dual extreme characteristics of "eroding all things back to chaos" and "anchoring existence to establish order," with both achieving a dangerous balance under the absolute will of the host.]
This authority is unique, symbolizing that the host has replaced or surpassed part of the original host's position in this domain.
[WARNING! This authority is extremely burdensome, placing critical demands on the host's soul and will. It will automatically enter a deep, stable seal state, gradually unlocking as the host grows.]
[Host Status: Extremely Weak (Soul, Magic Power, and Physical Strength All Exhausted), Life Level Stable (Undefeated Legend), Authority Merging in Progress —]
[Legendary Token Update — Title Acquired: Chaos Overseer.]
The system screen was indeed flooded with messages.
Ian's feelings were also very strong at the same time.
That is.
power.
An ineffable power.
It was a power so immense that even he felt a slight unease.
at this time.
It is settling and merging deep within his soul.
It is not a simple accumulation of energy, but a set of rules, authority, and partial control over the two extreme concepts of "chaos" and "order".
Although most of it was sealed, the "texture" of its existence was different. He felt that he had established a deeper connection with the fundamental rules of the entire world.
"I usurped the identity of the ancient god as a wizard."
Ian slowly stood up, weak but with his back ramrod straight. His gaze swept over the desolate ruins of R'lyeh, finally settling in the direction where the Cthulhu Palace had once stood.
Now, all that remains is an empty, eerie void, as if it had been thoroughly "wiped" clean, and some fragments of chaotic energy slowly dissipating.
Ian won.
Cthulhu came, and then it all fizzled out.
Only the power that was taken from him, deep within the soul of the new master, pulsates silently like a dormant volcano.
This is a perfect illustration of victory and defeat.
Ian is the winner.
As a legendary wizard who emerged from Hogwarts, he wielded the power of plunder as his blade and paradox as his shield. Ultimately, with the "hope" and "protection" that the fairy tale world had bestowed upon him as his core, he annihilated the manifestation of the Great Old Ones in this place and seized all of their power essence.
of course.
Ian knew that too.
The Cthulhu Mythos may not have truly "died." In other dimensions, in the endless void, the essence of other, more powerful ancient gods may still exist.
Just as Cthulhu said before he died.
This world is still not absolutely safe.
"There is no such thing as absolute in this world. Only by becoming stronger can you suppress all enemies."
Ian saw things very clearly.
So what if there are potential threats?
At least here, at this moment, the threat of Cthulhu has been completely eliminated. And the authority he has gained will become his most powerful weapon and bulwark for protecting his homeland and exploring the unknown.
"I hope they'll come one by one like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, giving me experience packs." Ian took a deep breath of the cold, deathly still air of R'lyeh, which was no longer filled with the oppressive madness, and gripped his wand tightly.
The familiar warmth of the wood emanating from the staff reminded him of where he came from.
Why fight?
The road ahead may be even more treacherous, but at this moment, he felt only peace and an even stronger determination.
It's time to leave.
Back to his world.
All I saw was...
Ian waved his wand gently.
A stable portal, shimmering with the colors of the Hogwarts Great Hall's starry sky, slowly opened before him.
Behind the door, the faint sounds of bustling human activity could be heard.
"With just a little help, I can return to my own time and space right now, and travel through time in my physical body." Ian glanced back at the ruined city where he had personally ended his old nightmares.
Then.
Turning around, I stepped into the light that led to "fairy tales" and "home".
The portal closed.
"Splash! Splash!"
R'lyeh began to collapse completely after Ian left.
At last.
Disappeared completely.
It's as if it never existed.
A new history.
Let's begin from this moment.
It surged forth and covered future generations.