Chapter 660: Divine Lord Day?

His Magic Circuit opened completely in that instant.

It wasn't he who activated them; the circuits reacted on their own, like a person doused with cold water, the pores in the skin involuntarily contracting.

The circuits buzzed inside his body, like a swarm of startled bees, careening through him with no exit.

He could clearly feel that the magic wasn't rising from the earth veins, but spreading outward from the center of that golden ripple.

Directly above the city.

Though there were no buildings at that spot.

Yet something in the air there was awakening.

Ailisi Feier's voice sounded beside him, not speaking but exclaiming.

The sound was faint, but Weber's neck reacted before his brain, snapping toward the direction Ailisi Feier faced.

He followed her gaze.

Across the street, the convenience store had a huge glass window stretching from floor to ceiling.

The glass was spotless, almost mirror‑like under the streetlight.

Weber saw the street's reflections on the glass— the opposite streetlamp, a nearby trash can, bicycles parked by the curb, and his own and Ailisi Feier's reflections.

But he saw more than that.

Behind those reflections, deep within the pane, in the darkness that should be the store's interior, something else lay.

It was a ruin.

Grayish and colorless, only intermittent outlines could be made out.

Crooked columns, collapsed walls.

Those things lay behind the glass like a painting set in a frame, overlapping the store's shelves, beverage cabinets, and cash register—one in reality, one in the glass, indistinguishable.

Weber turned his head sharply, looking toward the opposite street.

The street was still there.

He turned back to the glass window.

The ruin remained.

Still that grayish ruin.

Deep within that ruin, at its dim end, something moved like a flag blown by wind, silently fluttering deep inside the glass.

A word suddenly popped into Weber's mind.

Mirror World.

Those images weren't limited to this window.

The glass windows of the shops opposite also reflected that dim ruin.

Those shop windows had been black, since business hours were over and lights off, but now they were no longer black; a picture, as if covered by something, was becoming gradually clear at a visible speed.

Weber clenched his fist, nails digging into his palm, the sting pulling him a bit out of his daze.

"The boundary between the two worlds is thinning,"

Weber quickly assessed the situation.

His voice was low, as if muttering, "If this keeps up, things from that world will fall into this one."

Ailisi Feier's red eyes stared at the ruin outside the window, slowly becoming clearer.

"Ilya."

Perspective shift.

Ilya crouched behind the broken column, both hands gripping its edge, only half a face exposed.

Her purple long hair fell from her shoulders, the ends sweeping the ground, dusted with ash.

Staring at the Robin on the stage, her heart pounded as if someone were drumming inside her chest.

The orange little thing held a fist in the air, its pose like a fired cannonball.

The fist was wrapped in black‑red mist, like ribbons tossed by wind.

The fist aimed directly at the Robin's face, less than two meters away.

Ilya's fingers tightened on the stone column, nails embedding in the weathered grooves, pulling out a small fragment.

"Hide, now!"

She shouted in her mind, but the sound got stuck in her throat, unable to emerge.

Her mouth opened slightly then closed, no sound at all.

It wasn't that she didn't want to shout; even if she did, it wouldn't help.

At that distance and speed, even if she screamed her lungs out, the Robin couldn't dodge.

Yet she still wanted to shout.

Just as the fist was about to strike the Robin's face, something in front of the Robin flashed.

Like someone lit a lamp in that air.

The light gathered and solidified before the Robin, finally forming a humanoid shape.

Calling it humanoid, it still wasn't quite human.

It indeed had a head, torso, arms, and legs, but their shapes and proportions were off.

Head too large, body too thin, arms too long, legs too short.

Their edges were not sharp lines but blurry outlines, wavering and twisting in a golden halo.

Its face, if that vague glow could count as one, was now shrouded by a dense golden mist, hiding its features.

Ilya's brows furrowed.

This is Divine Lord Day?

She had seen this name in the Noble Phantasm description.

That description was too convoluted, with "QiXiangChoir", "Dominicus", "Embodiment of Many Wishes"; she read it three times and still didn't understand what it was saying.

But she remembered a few keywords—Interworld Artifact, summon type, and a line of fine print that read "Summon target is Xing Qi Ri scrap body·Divine Lord Day form."

What does "scrap body" mean?

She didn't figure it out, and she didn't have time to.

She only knew this thing was called forth by the Robin, hoping it could deal with that orange crazy Monkeys.

That fist struck the golden figure.

No sound.

When the fist landed, it was as if it hit a lump of air; not even a thud was produced.

But the golden figure wavered a bit.

The golden mist rippled outward in a circle under the impact of the punch wind, then returned to its original state.

Those praising sounds grew louder.

Ilya's ears twitched.

That sound had been resonating in her mind since just now.

The earlier sound was still faint, like someone playing music in the next room, only a faint, barely perceptible melody could be heard.

But after that fist landed, the sound suddenly surged, as if someone kicked open the next room's door, instantly flooding the entire house.

Gudazi's fist struck again.

This time it was two fists, shooting left and right, each wrapped in that black‑red mist.

The first fist hit the golden figure's chest, the second struck its shoulder; each was swift and fierce, and only two black‑red beams could be seen exploding before the golden figure.

Still no sound.

The golden figure wavered twice more, the mist rippled twice more, then returned to its original state.

The praising sound grew a bit louder again.

Ilya felt her mind was filled with that sound.

Those melodies whirled in her head, high and low, overlapping, stuffing her mind to the brim.

She felt she was about to lose track of her own thoughts, because the sound was so loud that every thought she formed was immediately drowned out.

Gudazi flipped in the air, landed a few meters away on the ground, and produced a muffled thud.