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"It seems... we've reached the level of a gem."
This whisper, like a statement of an objective fact, contained a profound understanding of the nature of the mysterious creation, the Eye of Evil.
Within the vast and boundless pantheon of magical eyes on the mystical side, "Noble Colors" is a unique and powerful tier.
What it carries is not merely a visual variation, but a deeper "privilege" that can intervene in the rules of reality and even the trajectory of fate.
Binding! Coercion! Contract! Burning! Illusion! Misfortune!
These abilities are all transgressions against "common sense" and blatant interference with established causal chains!
They represent the holder's "qualification" to alter the circumstances of others or things in a specific area, as if exercising a privilege.
However, when the Mystic Eye's rank rises to "Gold" or higher, its inherent mysteries transcend the boundaries of ordinary magic.
The Lost Great Magic Tricks—those miraculous techniques that vanished into the dustbin of history after the Age of Gods, and whose essence even the modern Magic Association can only glean from fragmentary records—
Solidified and compressed, it is imprinted deep within the eyeballs like ancient runes, becoming an instinctive power for the holder.
And this is just "gold"!
As for the higher-level "gems" and the legendary "rainbows"...
What it contains can no longer be confined to the lost magic tricks!
That is the ultimate mystery—surpassing all known magic systems and reaching the pinnacle of wisdom attainable by all magicians throughout history!
It exists only in theoretical deductions, or even only in fundamental conjecture... "Impossible!"
Its essence is infinitely close to the "power" that gods hold, which originates from the root of the world!
It is a force that rewrites the laws and reshapes reality, belonging to the level of "reason"!
Iskandar—this newly born god of magic, whose very existence is anchored to the Root—his whisper was undoubtedly the most authoritative and chilling judgment on the status of the "reason" contained in Matou Ike's "distorted" magic eyes!
Gem-grade!
That terrifying power, capable of forcibly distorting the structure of space and deflecting divine punishment lightning... its essence has actually touched the edge of divine authority!
This cold, hard truth, like an invisible hammer, struck the taut string of the battlefield.
Those eyes, judged by the gods to be "gems," were now swirling with a violent spiral of power supplied by three layers of magic, locked tightly on the core of light.
The pressure has reached an unprecedented level.
The figure enveloped in the radiant light of destruction, Iskandar, showed no anger whatsoever despite the forced distortion of space and the deflection of divine punishment.
He... smiled.
It was neither the triumphant laugh of a conqueror nor the majestic laugh of a god-king looking down.
It was a kind of...cold, subtly upward curve, carrying an almost inhuman curiosity. Like the pure, inquisitive interest of a collector examining a piece that has unexpectedly revealed an interesting characteristic.
"As a reward..." His voice remained calm, piercing through the shrieks of the turbulent energy flow and clearly imprinted in Matou Ike's perception, "I'll show you something good."
There was no earth-shattering burst of magic, no manifestation of power that shook the very fabric of space.
He merely...watched.
Gazing ahead at Matou Ike, who stands in the spiral of magic, driving the "Twisted" Mystic Eyes.
Just at this moment!
Matouchi's indifferent, icy pupils suddenly contracted!
Not because of the attack, but because of... the gaze itself!
For the first time, he truly "saw" the eye belonging to Iskandar within the core of light!
No, that is no longer a visual organ that can be defined by humans!
That is……
Golden and silver demonic eyes!
The right eye seems to hold the absolute darkness of the night sky before the birth of the universe, a darkness that devours all light and hope!
It is so deep that it is like an abyss leading to nothingness. Just a glimpse of it makes one feel as if their soul is being torn apart and devoured by its gravity!
The left eye, however, holds the purest, most pristine blue of the sky, a color symbolizing infinite possibilities and vastness! That blue is so pure it's breathtaking, as if it contains the light of dawn at the beginning of creation, yet it also carries an absolute detachment from the mortal world!
One gold, one silver; one darkness, one light; one is the end that devours all things, the other is the origin that gives birth to all things!
These heterochromatic eyes, so contradictory yet so harmoniously unified, instantly filled Matou Ike's entire field of vision! Transcending spatial distance, they were directly imprinted into the depths of his consciousness!
At the same time of realizing it—
hum! ! !
No warning signs, no action required!
An irresistible and incomprehensible cold will, accompanied by the purest blue sky radiance in the left eye, poured in instantly like an invisible, liquid starry sky!
Adhesive!
No, it's erosion!
The radiance of the azure sky ignored Matou Ike's resilient mental barrier and his boiling magical defenses, like the most precise neurotoxin, instantly "attaching" to the core of his consciousness! It was not a physical contact, but a conceptual "lock" and "injection"!
There wasn't even a superfluous movement!
Single Action!
launch!
Its speed surpasses the transmission of thought and the conduction of nerve signals!
The moment Matouchi "realized" the existence of those demonic eyes, the "gaze" emanating from the blue sky of his left eye, which seemed to materialize, had already completed its "function"!
This is not an aggressive outpouring of power.
This is... a higher-dimensional, conceptual one based on "gazing" itself...
Matou Ike's body, like an ancient machine with rusty joints, was being controlled by invisible threads, making a tooth-grinding, physiologically unnatural "click" sound as it stiffly turned to the side, frame by frame.
His right hand, the hand that once gripped power and tore through space, now defied its master's will, which burned like ice. As if propelled by an invisible, cold hydraulic rod, it began to rise slowly, heavily, and irresistibly...!
His target was none other than his own head!
The sluggishness and forcefulness of the movement carried a chilling sense of blasphemy, as if another will was forcibly driving this body to carry out an ultimate denial of its own existence!
"You... seem to call it 'forced' Noble Color?"
The voice of the figure of light—the imposter—sounded again.
The calm remained, yet it was permeated with a kind of inhuman, chilling pleasure. His eerie golden and silver pupils, especially his left eye which emanated a cold, blue light, clearly reflected every subtle movement of Matou Ike's prelude to self-destruction.
The light, like solidified, malevolent fragments of starlight, silently swirled and leaped in His eye sockets.
"This ending..." A chilling sense of pleasure spread through His voice like a venomous snake, "...perfect for this scene, isn't it?"
The left eye, radiating blue light, seemed to be truly "smiling." A kind of "joy" that transcended human facial expressions, purely radiating from will and power, freezing the soul.
"My God reveres madness, reveling in the comedies and tragedies woven from ecstasy and intoxication."
His voice, like a cold aria, was clearly transmitted amidst the roar of the destructive energy field.
"but me……"
His gaze, that blue radiance containing absolute coercion, was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding the fingertips of Matou Ike that were forced to raise and were slowly reaching towards his eye sockets.
"I think……"
"Let a Mystic Eye user possess a 'Gem' level Mystic Eye..."
"Using these hands myself..."
"Gouge out your most precious 'eye'..."
"Such a scene..."
In His golden and silver demonic eyes, the azure light suddenly intensified for a moment, like the frozen core of a star.
"...perfectly suited."
The moment the words fell!
Matou Ike's right index and middle fingers, forcibly manipulated, were bent upwards with immense force, like the coldest, most precise instruments of torture, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of knuckles grinding together, brutally...
He dug his eye out at the edge of his left eye socket, which was swirling with magical energy and belonged to the "Twisted" Demon Eye!
Nail collides with bone!
Skin torn!
Fresh blood, mixed with the faint glow of rising magic, instantly spurted out from between his fingers!
The excruciating pain, like a cold lightning bolt, surged upstream along the forcibly controlled nerves, striking hard at the core of Kirichi's consciousness, which was frozen by the "gaze"!
This self-destructive torture, this forced "comedy" and "tragedy"...
It's happening now!
.........
"Lead me."
Furu's deep yet clear incantation, like a pebble thrown into a still, deep pool, created faint ripples in the thick darkness of the underworld.
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a simple mithril dagger with intricate star trails engraved on its blade was tossed high into the air with precision and power, like a silver bird breaking free from its restraints!
Om-!
The dagger did not fall straight down. Under the gloomy underworld sky, it drew a strange, gravity-defying parabolic trajectory, and the twelve zodiac constellation symbols engraved on the blade seemed to come alive, lighting up one after another with faint but precise starlight!
This is his most treasured secret instrument, his most prized magical skill—the Zodiac Dirks!
The principle behind this is to create a profound resonance between the trajectory of the dagger and the movement of the horoscope. This is not a simple divination tool, but a miracle that can forcefully pry open the string of "cause and effect" within an extremely subtle and localized spatiotemporal scale!
The "miracles" it can achieve are truly bizarre:
For example, in a life-or-death struggle, "guide" the opponent's sure-kill attack towards a future branch that is bound to "fail." It's like forcibly inserting a tiny, yet powerful, "misalignment" into a predetermined chain of cause and effect, which is enough to change the outcome.
At this moment, what Furu seeks is essentially about "connection" and "nodes".
Objective: To find the fleeting "intersection" between the Underworld and the legendary Avalon—separate yet subtly intertwined realms in mysticism—like a dream bubble!
The dagger spun silently in the air, its starlight flickering erratically, as if searching for a single coordinate in the vast and boundless universe. Each subtle shift in its trajectory represented a fleeting glimpse and selection of countless future possibilities.