Chapter 175: I like this world

In the basement, two lights turned on.

On a table lay an open notebook.

In the light on the other side, however, was a person tied to a chair, wearing a hood; perhaps feeling the light, he writhed twice, making muffled sounds trying to speak.

Murphy ripped off the hood, revealing Albert Runcorn's swollen face.

He pulled the rag from the other's mouth.

"Runcorn, do you have any last words?"

"Murphy!"

Runcorn, sweat covering his face, looked around, asking, "Where is this? What do you want to do?"

"Guess."

"You want to kill me? You can't kill me! My relatives are spread all over the world; they'll avenge me! You'd better let me go quickly, otherwise I'll definitely make you regret it..."

Murphy rolled his eyes, "Looks like you have no last wishes."

"Then say goodbye to your current self."

"What? No! Wait! Wait..."

"Obliviate!"

The light of the spell lasted half an hour; finally, Albert Runcorn's memories were completely wiped clean.

This was only the first step.

Second step, Murphy took out a bottle of Polyjuice Potion and poured it down his throat.

After a horrible twisting transformation, Runcorn turned into an eleven-year-old blond boy.

This was the appearance of a Muggle boy Murphy had found in an orphanage.

The effect of this Polyjuice Potion was strong, but it lasted only a few hours at most.

So he seized the time to carry out the third step, beginning to use Comprehensive Recall and Copy Spell to inscribe images into Albert's mind.

Scene 1:

Several kids were playing with a broken flying broomstick in a ruin.

Suddenly, on the horizon at dusk, the lights of several missiles rose, like swords piercing the sky; they dragged a bright arc through the clouds, flickering a few times on it, then began to fall again.

"What is that?" the children stared blankly at the missiles streaking across the night sky like meteors, and some even began to make wishes.

"Run! Run fast!" suddenly someone shouted from outside the scene.

Then, amidst panicked gasps, someone grabbed his arm, and the scene spun.

"Ugh!"

He vomited for a while, then lifted his head and found himself brought to a hillside.

In the distance, those luminous trails finally reached their destination.

Like thunderbolts falling from the heavens, they struck one after another at the place where they had just been playing.

The next moment, blinding white light filled everything; when things could be seen clearly again, all that lay before them was a towering blaze.

The impact and roar followed one after another, blowing him sideways; when he managed to climb up again, in the distance he saw a huge dark-red fireball rolling and rising, forming a mushroom-shaped cloud above the ruined little town where he had once lived.

"Si Shen."

Someone beside him said.

Scene 2:

"That is Night City."

A man whose face could not be seen stood ahead, pointing to a brightly lit city far off in the night.

"I once lived there, but later I escaped."

"The Wizard King died there."

The man spoke, pulling out a black notebook, "This is his last Horcrux."

"I now entrust it to you, Lukas; keep it safe, and then record our battles."

"It is immortal; perhaps when we are all dead, only it will remember us."

"Remember, don't believe what it says, don't open your heart to it, for it can devour people."

Scene 3:

"Move aside! Move aside!"

A hand pushed through the crowd and shoved a boy who was splattering paint on a girl trying to lie on the ground.

"Why are you bullying people!!"

"Our parents died trying to save them! Their parents also died, but she! She's still laughing!"

He crouched, lifted the thin little girl, who sat up; she was an East Asian girl, her expression tranquil, though her body was splattered with paint and mud, covered in dirt, her face remained pure and clean.

The girl gently smoothed the hair clumped together with paint, looked at him, and smiled, "Thank you."

"Look! She's still laughing! She's a heartless witch!"

Scene 4:

On a hillside strewn with rocks, there was only a narrow path.

The girl walked ahead of him, light-footed and hopping, like a sprite.

"How can you be so happy at a time like this?"

"Because, this is a beautiful world."

"Beautiful?"

"Look!"

Suddenly, the girl stopped, pointing a hand into the distance.

Below the hillside, a large lake sparkled with rippling light, and in the distance the forest appeared and disappeared within the morning mist.

Isn't it beautiful?

His gaze returned to the person who was gazing at the beautiful scenery from afar.

The morning sunlight shone on her smiling face, brilliant and impossible to stare at directly.

Hmm, very beautiful.

I like this world—the mountains, lakes, trees, grasses… and flowers, and people… being able to see so many different, so many lovely things is all because we are alive.

So, every minute we are still alive, we are so fortunate; what reason do we have not to cherish this fortune, to cherish it well, to cherish it abundantly, and to respond to this fortune with happiness?

Even if we could die at any moment?

Precisely because there is sorrow and pain in parting, we should be grateful for the joy and happiness of meeting. Even if we are in a world filled with cruel death, I want to smile happily, not wasting a single minute or second, striving to keep living.

The girl said this and suddenly turned around.

Right here, then.

Her face drew near.

Lukas. 'Light'.

I like this name.

Scene 5:

Why can't we use wands?

They have a magic power monitoring system that can detect magic power reactions in an area; we need to be careful. This beehive isn't tall either—I'll go up and pluck it down.

His line of sight kept rising, and he finally got close enough to reach that large beehive.

He covered his head and face with his clothes, preparing to poke the beehive down with a wooden stick, when suddenly a bee landed on the back of his hand.

He shook his hand, but caught sight of the number on the bee's back, 'B-039'; then, in his astonished gaze, he saw the bee's hind wings suddenly stand up and instantly transform into a slender tip, with a red light flashing at its tip.

Mechanical worker bee!

He slammed his hand hard against the tree trunk, crushing the mechanical worker bee.

Quick! Notify the camp! This place has been discovered!

Scene 6:

In the forest, a flock of birds took flight in fright; with the sound of tree trunks breaking, a huge silver spider-like monster walked out of the woods.

Eight metallic legs reflected the sunlight, and at the center were two long barrels, one large and one small.

Warning! All wizards, surrender on the spot! Otherwise, kill without mercy!

Warning! All wizards, surrender on the spot! Otherwise, kill without mercy!

Scene 7:

The Imperius Curse doesn't work!" said a wizard in the tent, "I interrogated a Muggle 'engineer'; this war system is fundamentally not commanded by humans!

(End of chapter)