Chapter 325: Magic Revival

"God—" The Defense Minister's gold pen inlaid with the family crest rolled onto the floor, the ink bottle exploded on the Persian carpet, "If we could obtain such power…"

His voice was cut off by the CIA Director's violent cough, the director gesturing with his eyes for him to look at the electronic screen.

On the electronic screen, the dark figure on the left—head of the Luosi Chaierde family—suddenly became agitated, leaning forward, revealing a handsome face from the shadows.

The usually elegant conglomerate let out an uncharacteristic scream for the first time: "Play it back! I want to see the resurrection in slow motion!" His single‑lens gold‑rimmed glasses stared fixedly at Ye Ge Luo Wa's revival scene, his gaze as devoted as if watching the Nativity.

"Damned devilish sorcery!" The Strategic Air Force Commander slammed his fist onto the table, the yellowed Normandy landing photo frame fell to the floor: "That beast is using tricks to wash you!"

At this moment, the dark figure on the right of the screen—the behind‑the‑scenes owner of Pioneer Navigator, who controls shares of all giant American corporations—issued an androgynous electronic voice: "Silence, I will never allow the army to kill that dragon."

"Mr. President, please give the order. Whatever the cost, capture that giant dragon alive for us," the two shadows on the left and right said in unison.

"Sir, I don't think waging war against such an unknown mysterious being is a wise choice!" Ai Lin's fountain pen pressed heavily into the shorthand notebook, the torn page revealing her hand‑drawn dragon‑script symbols.

Dan gave Ai Lin a worried glance, indicating she should not argue with these apex figures.

To Dan's surprise, the silent shadow in the middle finally spoke.

"No, capturing it alive is not allowed; it must die."

The two shadows on the left and right—one representing all European wealth, Luosi Chaierde, the other controlling the lifeblood of giant American corporations, Pioneer Navigator—were emperor‑like figures, yet they were utterly shocked after the one in the middle spoke.

"What? Sir, are you sure about this? Reviving the dead— even that person didn't promise us that!" Luosi Chaierde said anxiously.

"Silence!" the mysterious figure in the shadows curtly rebuked Luosi Chaierde. Many high‑ranking officials present seemed puzzled about the 'that person' mentioned by the three, but Ai Lin keenly noticed that the President, seated at the head in silence, seemed unperturbed.

"Give the order, Li Gen. Kill him, even if it means deploying massive nuclear weapons," the man in the shadow said.

"Understood."

Naimi Xisi does not yet know that the greedy capitalists have no intention of playing a mutually beneficial exchange game with him.

But if he were to find out, he would just smile and dismiss it.

For Naimi Xisi, acquiring modern knowledge is something he can accomplish on his own.

He is not a magical illiterate ignorant of modern tech society, and he possesses great power. He could easily raid libraries, universities, research institutes for the documents that record knowledge.

The only reason he hasn't done so is that he's too lazy, and spreading magical knowledge is also one of his original goals.

As the Magic Net revives and grows stronger, the magic's transformation of human souls deepens gradually.

However, this process is far too slow, taking hundreds to thousands of years, and for a certain overpowered player who has lived less than a hundred years yet is invincible below the Legendary realm, he cannot wait.

Spreading magical knowledge is precisely the means to shorten this process.

The more people learn magic, the more people use it. Each casting stimulates the Magic Net's revival, bringing new vigor to the dead sea of magic.

If, under natural conditions, a human soul needs hundreds to thousands of years to evolve to a Frelen‑equivalent existence, then with tens of thousands, even millions learning magic, the Magic Net's power will begin to act spontaneously, accelerating the erosion of human progress, shortening this time to within decades.

The greedy politicians in the White House do not realize that even without paying a price, Naimi Xisi will generously disseminate this magical knowledge.

Rather than a transaction, it is a compliance test by Naimi Xisi on the White House government.

Meanwhile, as the US Military began massive deployments toward Indiana, the one who had been searching for Naimi Xisi finally met him.

—

"Ken! Can't you hear? Someone's ringing the doorbell!!"

In Mike's house, Mrs. Hui Te Ke, busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, saw her husband still sitting on the sofa like a corpse after hearing the doorbell, and couldn't help but become incensed, shouting loudly.

Ken reluctantly stood up, walked to the door and opened it: "Who is it?"

When he saw, on a drizzling rainy night, a pale‑as‑a‑vampire, handsome man with moon‑bright silver hair standing outside, he was stunned.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Though the man said nothing, his inexplicable aura made Ken become cautious, and he asked haltingly.

Naimi Xisi smiled: "I'm looking for your son, and the friends staying with him in the basement."

His deep violet eyes, like a vast universe, drew all of Ken's spirit; as if guided, he said blankly, "Oh, you're looking for Mike? Excellent, I'll take you to him."

Mrs. Hui Te Ke watched her husband lead a stranger into the house and felt very strange: "Who is he? Why did you bring him in?"

!

Ken looked at his wife, gently saying, "Don't worry, I'm taking him to find Mike."

After speaking, the two headed toward the basement.

Mrs. Hui Te Ke wore a bewildered expression, not understanding what her husband meant.

"What does 'take him to find Mike' mean? Who is this person, why bring him to see his own son?"

However, accustomed to maintaining elegance before outsiders, Mrs. Hui Te Ke, though clueless about what was happening, pretended to smile to preserve the appearance of marital harmony in front of the stranger, watching the two leave.

When Naimi Xisi entered the basement, the just‑awakened Shi Yi, his face pallid, began recounting to the crowd what he had encountered in the darkness.

"You mean that guy named Henry is a super‑powered perverted killer? And he's after you and Naimi Xisi? Oh my god, that's terrifying!" Da Si Ting said, shocked.

"After me? Who is Henry?" Naimi Xisi's voice came from the stairs.

The others turned their heads, and Mike, seeing that it was Naimi Xisi, rose with delight: "Psychic Sorcerer, sir? Shi Yi has been looking for you!"

Da Si Ting and the others also rushed forward in a swarm, asking in a cacophony about the authenticity of the dragon information.

Only Shi Yi remained where he was, offering a forced smile, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

That terrifying broken palm—was that the woman's voice? What connection does she have with Naimi Xisi?

Instinctively, Shi Yi felt fear toward the bizarre broken palm that exuded a strange aura.

(End of Chapter)