800 Notoriety (1/2)

Viken's laughter was undisguised. The two red robes that stayed out of the library looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering why His Holiness was laughing so crazily when the Congress of Magic was streaming. Had Douglas' head been broken after he became a demigod, and he publicly announced that he would surrender to the Church in the stream?

Other than that, they really could not think of a second reason why the Congress of Magic's stream made His Holiness delighted instead of angry.

Of course, they knew very well that it would never happen.

After a good laugh, Viken resumed calmness and held back his feelings. It was Douglas' experiment after all and could not be entirely trusted. What if the guy was intentionally deceiving him? He had to repeat the experiment a few times himself to confirm the result before he made any further plans.

The experiment this time was not too complicated, and the difficult parts were the delicate control and craft of devices. For Pope Viken who had profound alchemical knowledge and who had been focusing on and studying arcana, it wasn't too intricate. The greatest difference between him and the grand arcanists was not the practical abilities but the way of thinking under the arcana system. Therefore, it was impossible for him to design such an experiment, and he could only follow the research progress of Douglas and Lucien.

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In the square, as Douglas repeated the experiment, ”This is impossible!” burst out nonstop. The ordinary people who had been listening and watching the Congress' programs were more or less taught with common sense and logic. How could they not be appalled by the fact that the result decided the process? Also, it was completely in violation of their daily experience and their natural instincts as intelligent creatures!

However, as the result of the experiment was confirmed again and again, their fear was gradually diminished. After all, magic was itself something beyond their imagination. The reason why the fallout of the law of causality did not disrupt their minds was that it had already been destroyed by magic a long time ago.

”Magic is so marvelous!” A senior gentleman announced excitedly, ”It can extend your life and change the past!”

A sorcerer, who had happened to pass by and therefore watched the stream in the square by the way, looked at him ”poignantly”. Could the two things even be compared?

This sorcerer's head and eyes were swollen with blood. He felt that his understanding of the world and his life had been turned upside down. Everything had turned illusionary and did not mean anything anymore. After all, the decisions at present would change the past!

Before, all the sorcerers believed that the past was as unchangeable as the future was unpredictable. However, the past turned out to be changeable right now?

His ears were humming as if there were a rumble of thunder. He turned his head at a loss, wondering if he were in a dream.

Another old man who was wearing a soft hat also exclaimed in excitement, ”Yes. Magic is so marvelous. I'm told that the senior-rank sorcerers could extend their lives by hundreds of years and remain as vigorous as when they were young!”

They focused more attention on that than they did on the dreamy experiment result where the present changed the past.

Many bards and playwrights around, after recovering from the shock, were thrilled. Such a fantastic experiment had inspired them. They couldn't wait to create spectacular and astounding stories. For example, when a ”strong observer” killed someone, all his traces in the past would be erased and replaced by other people and things. Therefore, nobody would remember him anymore, and nobody would even know that such a person once lived in this world…

The more they thought, the more excited they became. Some of them even squatted and recorded their inspirations with their pens and paper.

It was foreseeable that the mysteriousness of the microscopic domain would feed a bunch of playwrights and bards.

Not as simple and happy as them, the students in the generic schools and the noble schools were in excruciating pain. The experiments that Mr. President and Mr. Evans conducted in person overthrew their most basic common sense and violated the most fundamental logic. They held their heads that were almost splitting apart. On one side, it was a regular world with regular knowledge, and on the other side, it was the unbelievable world revealed by the experiments just now. They fought intensely inside their brains like angels and devils.

At this moment, they experienced what pain and disruption were. For the first time in their lives, they regretted picking up so much arcana knowledge!

Why… Why did I come to watch an experiment where Mr. Evans was involved?

Why did I want to kill myself?

Ali thought in a daze. Am I real right now? Is my every thought right now changing my previous self?