Chapter 649: The Source of All Supernatural Phenomena in the World! The Tower of Paradise

In the midst of growth, intense labor combined with prolonged hunger led to predictable consequences; before Luo Fu awakened his past memories, he had seen countless childhood companions literally work themselves to death or starve to death in this so-called Tower of Paradise.

Even adults in a state of constant peril rarely survive long enough to uphold high moral standards, let alone a group of children.

Even if children in this world mature early, those who still retain a moral bottom line under prolonged violence and the threat of death are exceedingly rare.

Without doubt, Elsa was one such child—and one with a relatively high moral standard—while beneath her came Luo Fu, Hugh, Willie Buchanan, Simon, and others.

Aside from the few who retained a human moral standard, most children had already transformed into beings driven entirely by savagery.

Even a single stale black bread in Elsa’s hand could spark a bloody conflict, potentially leading to multiple children dying in the brawl.

After all, in the Tower of Paradise, no work meant no food, and intense labor consumed enormous energy—hunger was an ever-present shadow.

To these children, any food was a precious treasure.

He felt dozens of eyes, like starving wolves, almost glowing green with hunger.

Although Luo Fu had little appetite for the stale black bread in Elsa’s hand,

he knew he must dispose of it quickly—otherwise, they would become the target of all. Even if Luo Fu and Elsa and others banded together for survival, it was merely the bare minimum to stay alive.

Once conflict erupted over food, the cruelty these children displayed would far exceed any adult’s imagination.

Shaking his head, Luo Fu said to Elsa: “I’m fine now. Eat the bread quickly.”

As he spoke, Luo Fu stretched his limbs and joined Simon, Willie Buchanan, Hugh, and others nearby—among them, the one Luo Fu couldn’t help but glance at with extra caution was none other than Jellal, who would one day become the Tower of Paradise’s ultimate boss.

Of course, the current Jellal was merely a blue-haired brat, far from the future Saint Ten Mage and Councilor.

“But…” Elsa clearly wanted to save the black bread for Luo Fu.

Before she could insist, Luo Fu forcefully urged her, and she was forced to wolf down the stale black bread.

Watching Elsa gulp down the food in large bites,

the children, whose appetites had already been stirred by the bread, could no longer endure their hunger.

A similarly emaciated boy lunged toward Elsa—but was firmly blocked by Jellal.

A chaotic brawl erupted instantly.

Yet the participants were nothing but children.

At this point, Jellal and the others had not yet learned magic; their fights relied purely on instinct—punching, even biting.

The most composed among them was undoubtedly Luo Fu.

Though Luo Fu had not yet fully localized the shared power, and his own body remained severely weakened,

the combat experience he gained from sharing was far beyond what these starving children could match.

He alone held off several children trying to rush toward Elsa.

At this moment, the other eleven Luo Fus from various heavenly worlds would never have dreamed that one of their selves, after sharing, would first face a brawl with peers—fighting a gang of children averaging under ten years old.

The battle—or more accurately, the chaotic brawl among children—did not last long.

Before the Tower’s administrators appeared, these already severely weakened children exhausted their strength in the fight.

The Tower’s administrators never cared about the consequences of such riots.

In their eyes, these near-starving brats, one and all, were incapable of causing any real trouble.

Such uprisings had occurred countless times in the Tower of Paradise—so frequent they were no longer even worth counting.

Each riot required no intervention; the children’s weakness and chronic hunger ensured they collapsed quickly.

The administrators merely disposed of the dead children’s bodies afterward, and sometimes tossed a potato or a piece of black bread to calm the survivors.

As expected, upon learning of the riot in Luo Fu’s quarters, the administrator calmly went to the kitchen, retrieved some boiled potatoes,

and kicked open the cell door.

All the children who had just fought—Elsa included—jolted in fear, curling up against the wall.

Only Luo Fu, standing out like a crane among chickens, remained conspicuous.

The administrator glanced at Luo Fu once, then tossed boiled potatoes one by one into the corner of the cell, before dragging out the four corpses from the brawl to the outside.

After finishing, the administrator fixed Luo Fu with a meaningful gaze and asked: “Have Itachi awakened your magic?”

Magic is the source of all supernatural phenomena in this world.

Yet any supernatural power an individual can wield must originate from their very essence.

Though Luo Fu had not fully localized the shared power, the brief surge in strength had already allowed him to awaken his own magic.

In this world, the magical systems were incredibly complex and numerous—anything imaginable could exist.

All abilities rooted in so-called magic were classified as magic; beyond obvious schools like Spirit Magic or Dragon Slayer Magic, most systems resembled the innate abilities of primordial beings from the Alien World.

Many unique magics could awaken spontaneously.

For example, Elsa’s Change Magic was a space-based magic, yet manifested as constantly swapping equipment to access various abilities.

Without doubt, Luo Fu had just returned from the Shared Space, yet the shared abilities were sufficient to trigger his own magic awakening.

In the Tower of Paradise, awakening one’s magic instantly transformed one’s status and position.

The children who had just fought alongside Luo Fu included not only future Tower regulars like Simon, Willie Buchanan, and Hugh, but also other children who had clustered around them for mutual survival.

Yet these children clearly lacked the luck of Jellal and Elsa.

Yes.

Luck. In the Tower of Paradise, with chronic hunger and intense labor, the mortality rate among these children—averaging under ten years old—was unimaginably high.

It was no exaggeration to say that every day, children died of starvation or sheer exhaustion.

Many of these dead children might have possessed the potential to awaken magic—but they perished before it could manifest.

Any child who survived and grew up in this environment was, without exception, extraordinarily gifted.

That’s why, in the future, when Simon, Willie Buchanan, Hugh, and others went to Fairy Tail to find Elsa, each of them could hold their own against Natsu, the Dragon Slayer Mage of Fire—they were true survivors, having risen from countless dead children through unimaginable cruelty.

But Luo Fu—so young, chronically starved, forced into intense labor, yet still awakened his magic—

even in the Tower of Paradise, was exceedingly rare.

For now, even Elsa and Jellal had not yet shown any sign of their future potential.

This was why the administrator noticed Luo Fu so easily: his shared power was rapidly localizing, and his vast vitality was involuntarily converting into this world’s magic.

As the administrator’s voice faded,

the children who had just snatched boiled potatoes all looked up at Luo Fu, their expressions complex.

In the Tower of Paradise, awakening magic meant a complete reversal of status and identity—at the very least, one would never again go hungry.

Luo Fu instantly understood: his situation could no longer be hidden.

He simply nodded.

The administrator’s eyes lit up immediately: “Itachi—come with me. Itachi won’t live here anymore!”

“Luo Fu,” Elsa immediately showed concern.

In the Tower of Paradise, they had seen comrades who awakened magic and were taken away—never to be seen again.

Now, it was Luo Fu’s turn.

Though Luo Fu had not awakened his past memories before entering the Shared Space, within their small circle, he was unquestionably the leader.

Whether it was future Saint Ten Jellal, future Fairy Queen Elsa, or the other companions, all looked to Luo Fu.

Now, seeing Luo Fu being taken away for awakening magic,

it was no wonder Elsa looked so worried.

Luo Fu smiled at Elsa and the others and said: “Don’t worry about me.”

With those words, Luo Fu followed the administrator, who had already grown impatient.

In the Shared Space, after awakening his past memories, Luo Fu knew the Tower of Paradise was built entirely on the blood, tears, and lives of countless children.

Among them, those who awakened magic but failed to escape suffered the worst fate.

Yet Luo Fu had the confidence to follow this administrator because, in this short time, the shared power had already undergone its first steps of localization.

Though he could only use minor techniques, they were enough for self-preservation—and even escape from the Tower.

Having endured countless life-and-death trials in the Tower, Luo Fu would never be so reckless as to believe that merely completing power sharing and partial localization grants him the right to avenge his former self.

Compared to immediate revenge, Luo Fu preferred to first strengthen himself.

Perhaps fearing Luo Fu might flee,

the administrator, eager to claim credit, never left Luo Fu’s side, watching him without blinking.

But as they neared the children’s quarters, Luo Fu suddenly stopped and lowered his head.

The administrator frowned impatiently: “Hurry up. What are Itachi standing there for?”

Luo Fu, as if frightened by the administrator’s sharp rebuke, flinched slightly, then slowly raised his head.

In that instant, a pair of crimson eyes entered the administrator’s vision.

The next moment, the administrator’s entire body went limp, his eyes blank and vacant.

In mere seconds, his eyes turned the same crimson as Luo Fu’s, with three faint, rotating tomoe swirling around his pupils.

Three-tomoe Sharingan.

In the Shared Space, this ability was utterly pathetic.

Though in the ninja world or the demon world, the three-tomoe Sharingan was considered powerful,

in the current Shared Space—with more members and higher power limits—even several times the power of a Mangekyō Sharingan was already outdated.

For example, when Uchiha Luo Fu first awakened a special Sharingan capable of imprinting six Mangekyō techniques, it quickly became obsolete as more members joined and the power ceiling rose; Mangekyō techniques were absorbed into broader systems, no longer distinct techniques but more fundamental forces.

To the Luo Fus in the Shared Space, ninja were merely users of power, not true owners.

The simplest example: the Uchiha clan, upon awakening the Mangekyō, could instantly wield unique ocular techniques, their power surging to Kage level.

Yet even then, Uchiha who awakened the Mangekyō understood little of the techniques’ essence—most knew less about the Mangekyō than Tobirama Senju of the Senju clan.

Such bloodline-based, fixed-skill techniques had long since been fully understood as more members of the Luo Fu lineage emerged.

At this moment, Luo Fu’s shared abilities were severely limited, forcing him to revisit fixed skills that few had ever used in the shared space.

Yet, even with only a three-tomoe Sharingan, the ocular technique proved sufficient for Luo Fu to barely manipulate the administrator’s consciousness.

(End of Chapter)