Chapter 7: The God from Another World

At Lin Yu’s words, Vlamé’s eyes flickered slightly.

After a moment, she sighed softly: “I understand what you mean, but isn’t this better?”

“It’s not that it’s bad,” Lin Yu shook his head, seriously explaining, “I know you long for the world I described, but systems and governments are products of their era. Right now, you’re still fighting the Demon King—you need centralized monarchy to weather this crisis together.”

“Power is exclusive and exclusive.”

“If those in power discover something that threatens their rule and foundation, Vlamé, what do you think they’ll do?”

Vlamé fell silent for a long while, then whispered: “Even with the demonic race as an external enemy, they’d probably suppress it first…”

Lin Yu nodded: “Exactly. So premature awakening harms human civilization more than it helps—it would only trigger massive upheaval and countless unnecessary sacrifices.”

“If you truly want to develop natural science, I’ll give you a suggestion: first promote magic according to your earlier ideals, then establish a separate discipline among the more progressive mages to explore natural truths.”

“As for the name of this discipline—how about Alchemy?”

“That way, natural science will be temporarily tied to magic. For now, it shouldn’t cause any stir—merely planting a seed for future awakening in this world.”

“As for widespread promotion and development, that’s a matter for after you defeat the Demon King, when humanity enters an age of peace…”

Vlamé pondered long and slowly nodded: “You’re right—I can’t think of any counterargument right now.”

Lin Yu smiled: “You don’t need to overthink it. What I said is just one possibility—use it as reference at most. How you act is up to you, the decision-maker.”

“… ”

Vlamé fell into thought again.

After a long while, she exhaled slowly and smiled at Lin Yu: “I don’t yet have enough experience to solve this problem, but whether I forcibly promote it or plant the seed, I’ll need the wisdom from your world.”

“Will you… teach it to me?”

“Don’t worry—I won’t take it for free. You can already read magical texts. If you’re willing, I’ll teach you every single magical knowledge I possess!”

Oh?

Lin Yu’s eyes lit up, then he said: “Fine, but I must warn you—I wasn’t a researcher in my world, so my knowledge isn’t comprehensive…”

Vlamé wasn’t surprised; she asked softly: “Even just giving a general direction—is that too much to ask?”

“Not at all.”

“Then it’s settled!”

“Good!”

Lin Yu leapt up excitedly from the stone bench: “Organizing this knowledge will take time—first, teach me your magic!”

…

…

Ten minutes later, in the forest five li from the wooden pavilion.

Lin Yu sat cross-legged on the cleared ground, looking at the orange-haired woman before him, who wore an encouraging expression, and hesitantly asked:

“Vlamé, are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Of course!”

Vlamé smiled: “I know your body is special—you can forcibly absorb magic power, but that’s merely moving it around, not truly making it yours.”

“What I’m teaching you now is the most orthodox cultivation method in this world.”

“It lets you absorb energy from food and air, transforming it into magic power infused with your own spiritual essence.”

“This magic power differs from what you absorb—it has a rapid recovery property. Think of it like the difference between a water bag and water: water is used up and gone, but a deflated water bag can quickly refill itself.”

“Magic cultivation, in essence, is the process of expanding this water bag…”

Lin Yu understood: “I get it—it’s the mana bar and its maximum capacity.”

Vlamé nodded: “I don’t know what you mean, but as long as it helps you understand, that’s fine.”

Lin Yu blinked, hesitating: “But this method of using spiritual power to capture and activate magic power…”

Vlamé frowned: “What’s the problem?”

Lin Yu sighed: “Actually, I tried this before—and the result wasn’t pleasant.”

“Oh?” Vlamé perked up. “Show me—maybe I can find a solution!”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course. Are you underestimating me?”

“Alright then…”

Seeing Vlamé’s insistence, Lin Yu closed his eyes and began absorbing magic power as she taught.

Last time, he lacked self-awareness and couldn’t control the intensity.

This time, if he’s more careful, it should be fine, right?

As he thought this, he carefully extended his split, split, and split again spiritual tendrils.

“Boom!”

Instantly, wind and clouds twisted. An indescribably terrifying consciousness erupted, surging skyward, churning the clouds, shaking the forest to its roots.

“Boom boom boom!”

Amid violent tremors, the ground beneath Lin Yu cracked open, and towering trees around him collapsed with thunderous crashes.

…I knew it!

Seeing the apocalyptic scene, Lin Yu sighed inwardly and immediately retracted his consciousness, gradually dispelling the phenomenon.

Dust settled. Vlamé stood quietly beside Lin Yu, her body encased in three shimmering layers of magical barriers, staring blankly at the cross-legged boy before her.

“Sigh… I messed up again. Last time, the cracked earth took Longlong Rock a month to repair. This time, the damage is smaller—your power should fix it easily!”

“…Hey?”

“Vlamé?”

Lin Yu waved his right hand in front of her eyes. Seeing her pupils still unconsciously follow his movement, he exhaled in relief and helplessly shrugged:

“I told you—the result wasn’t pleasant…”

Is this about whether it’s pleasant or not?!

Vlamé snapped back to reality, rubbing her temples with slender fingers, barely holding onto her composure.

As the first victim, no one understood better than her how terrifying that consciousness had been.

Had that consciousness targeted her instead of magic power, she would have been crushed to dust in an instant.

“Now I understand why you ran so far…”

Vlamé forced down her shock, staring at Lin Yu: “Lin, who are you?”

“A visitor from another world.”

“Besides that?”

“Hmm… to be honest, I didn’t lie about my identity—but between leaving my world and entering this one, something happened to me.”

“What happened?”

“Simply put—I became a god.”

“… ”

Vlamé stared at Lin Yu silently, then slowly said: “You mean… you’re a god from another world?”

Lin Yu nodded calmly: “The original words weren’t exactly that, but this understanding isn’t wrong.”

He looked at Vlamé, still silent, and joked: “So, scared?”

Vlamé studied him, then nodded: “A little.”

“Really?” Lin Yu studied her. “You seemed perfectly calm.”

“That’s just an appearance.”

Vlamé shook her head, expression complex.

Though she hated to believe it, that power had been undeniably real.

Merely releasing spiritual power had stirred the sky and altered the weather.

Whoever wielded such power could rightly be called a god—unlike the long-absent Goddess, this was a true deity who had descended to earth and stood before her.

“So, Doctor…”

Lin Yu blinked and asked: “Is there any hope for me?”

(End of Chapter)