Over the next few days, Levi immersed himself in the libraries of the various major academic schools.
From the basic psychic knowledge of the Athanean School to the forbidden prophecy secret chamber hidden deep underground beneath the Corvidae School’s pyramid, and then to the Pavoni School’s vivisection archives that could be called terrifying…
Levi refused nothing that came his way, only his way of reading was different from that of normal people: when normal people read, every time they turned a page, they had to stop and savor it carefully.
But when Levi read, he flipped the pages like a whirlwind sweeping away scattered clouds.
The time he paused on each page was steadily maintained at 0.1 seconds, because this was the system’s scanning time.
To the current Levi, time was money.
This series of actions directly left Amon, who was monitoring him, completely baffled.
Hiding in the shadows of the bookshelves, Amon furrowed his brows tightly, wondering what method Levi actually had to solve the Flesh Change that even Magister Magnus could not solve.
In the end, Amon truly could not stand Levi’s psychotic manner of flipping through books anymore and directly dispatched two monks from the Order of the Blind under his command to keep watch.
He himself headed to the Pyramid of Photep to soothe Magnus’s mood.
Magnus had not eaten or slept for several days and nights.
As the Magister’s personal equerry, Amon had to fulfill his duty.
“Seven Forms of Psychic Flame, 35 points.”
“Illustrated Handbook of Warp Creatures (Incomplete), 120 points.”
“Lord Magnus’s Casual Annotations on the Mental State System—Holy crap, 800 points!”
Levi hid in a corner of the library, watching the rapidly jumping numbers on the system panel, grinning from ear to ear.
He now finally understood why the speeches of those infiltrators in the system’s Wizard Forum were so wealthy and overbearing, wearing the faces of winners in life.
So their money came this easily.
In just one short week, Levi scanned roughly eighty to ninety percent of the public tomes of the five great schools, and the Nexus Points in his account broke through the fifty thousand mark.
He was finally willing to stop his book-scanning hands.
He clicked open the system shop and searched for items and spells capable of dealing with an “Evil God’s curse.”
A dazzling array of goods popped out, with prices ranging from a few hundred to hundreds of thousands of points.
Levi picked for a long time, gritted his teeth, and spent 30,000 points to buy the highest-rated “Abyssal Purification Crystal.”
This was a third-circle wizard tool, not a single-use item, but a permanent wondrous item that could be used repeatedly.
Moreover, the wizard world had very considerately adapted it.
As long as there was enough mental power, it could be driven, without needing to consider the user’s wizard level.
Clutching the ice-cold purification crystal in his hand, Levi arrived at the first-floor hall of the Pyramid of Photep.
The over a thousand Thousand Sons warriors in the hall remained in deep slumber, only now there was an extra group of Sisters of Silence beside them, constantly radiating the characteristics of the Soulless.
When Levi passed by, the psychic energy throughout his body abruptly stagnated, almost making his legs give out and causing him to fall to the ground.
He did not blame those loyal servants of the Emperor, because he knew this was a method to deal with the Flesh Change of the Thousand Sons warriors, using the psychic suppression field of the Sisters of Silence to suppress the restlessness of Warp energy.
Levi carefully passed through the gaps in the ranks of the Sisters of Silence and arrived at the obsidian high platform in the center of the hall.
Magnus sat on a chair, crestfallen, staring at the few piles of grayish-white powder on the table that the Thousand Sons warriors had turned into.
Amon also stood to the side with his hands down like an old servant.
“Why?
Why must my sons suffer such torment?”
Seeing Magnus immersed in his own world, Levi waited a moment.
Seeing no reaction from him, he took the initiative to speak:
“Magister, I have searched through all the tomes of the five great schools and combined the wisdom of countless past sages.
I have already found a remedy.
Let me demonstrate it for you to see.”
After quite a long while, Magnus finally returned to his senses.
He hurriedly stepped forward, grasped Levi’s hands, and said with a trembling voice:
“Really?
Levi, is what you say true?”
“Yes.”
Feeling his ice-cold, trembling palms and looking at his bloodshot, anticipation-filled face, Levi nodded solemnly.
Afterward, he silently chanted an incantation and used his mind to activate the wizard tool in his hand.
The crystal instantly lit up with a soft silvery-white light, and a pure power of purification spread throughout the entire hall.
Wherever it passed, a feeling of warmth and tranquility washed over the limbs and bones like the warm sun in spring, and Levi couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Even the exhausted face of Magnus beside him instantly relaxed, as if bathed in a spring breeze.
The light re-ignited in his eyes, and his whole being became energetic.
Amon, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines in the hall, also had a slight change in expression.
At this moment, he finally believed that Levi was not a fraud.
After about three minutes, a faint silver light gradually rippled across the bodies of the Thousand Sons warriors sleeping in the crystal coffins.
The cold, evil aura belonging to the Flesh Change, which could be perceived by psychic energy, also gradually dissipated with it.
In the end, Levi, holding the wizard tool, could no longer feel any evil aura, and so he stopped activating the wizard tool.
The silvery-white light filling the hall also slowly withdrew.
The next instant, the over a thousand Thousand Sons warriors in the entire hall opened their eyes.
They looked around in confusion, then struggled to sit up from the crystal coffins.
They knelt on one knee in unison toward Magnus on the high platform and said:
“Thank you, my father!”
“Good, good, my sons, you are finally saved!”
Magnus was so emotional that tears welled up in his eyes.
With a choking voice, he nodded repeatedly.
Following that, he quickly walked to Levi’s side, tightly grasped his shoulders, and said: This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Levi, you saved my sons.
I will now reward you handsomely!
Whatever you want, I can give to you!”
“Your Excellency the Magister, I am only willing to follow you, and I only hope to continue researching psychic knowledge on Prospero,” Levi said sincerely.
He actually had no major requests.
As long as he could obtain enough knowledge to exchange for Nexus Points, that was enough.
That First-Circle Wizard inheritance in the system shop was the true goal he was pursuing.
That very day, Magnus ordered the entire city to hold a grand celebration.
Lanterns and festoons were hung, and the whole city fell into unprecedented joy.
But on the third day, Levi stood in Magnus’s private library within the Pyramid of Photep, absentmindedly reading a book held in his hands.
Afterward, he looked through the balcony and gazed at the Emperor’s flagship suspended above the clouds—that golden warship, the Bucephalus.
He felt that something was amiss; the Emperor had not descended since his embrace with Magnus in Mithril Square.
It was like a dormant behemoth, conducting some secret observation.
Levi had also asked Magnus what was going on.
But Magnus did not know what the Emperor was doing either.
Yet the Emperor still hadn’t left and had already lingered for a very long time.
Given the Emperor’s resolute and decisive temperament, it was impossible for him to stay on one planet for so long.
Levi felt he must have overlooked something.
The next instant, he knew the answer.
Amon rushed in with a livid face, bringing bad news.
“The Flesh Change has erupted again, although it has only appeared in one person.”
“What?”
Levi immediately followed Amon and arrived at Magnus’s bedroom in the Pyramid of Photep.
As soon as he stepped into that heavy-atmosphered room, he saw Magnus staring with a pale face at the twisted figure on the bed.
Levi’s pupils also abruptly contracted—that was a Thousand Sons warrior, but at this moment his entire body was covered in hideous tentacles, his original appearance long gone.
“Damn Tzeentch!”
Levi cursed inwardly.
Only at this moment did he realize that he had still underestimated the wickedness of the Lord of Change.
It would absolutely not just let things go so easily and must still be watching everything in the dark.
No wonder the Emperor had delayed his departure for so long; he had long known that this day would arrive sooner or later.