Tom stood at my side, his newly strengthened magic humming with potential, when I opened my interface again. Three names glowed before me—three legends across three worlds.
And I needed all of them.
I exhaled and tapped the first.
[Tom Riddle — B Rank ★★★]
Acquired:
Master of Transfiguration
Master of Charms
Knowledge of all three Unforgivable Curses
Knowledge of Horcrux creation
Master of Advanced Dark Magic
Advanced Potion Knowledge
Master in Spell Creation
Tom glanced at the list, and I saw the pride flicker in his eyes.Good.He should be proud—he was my lieutenant.
Now… for the expensive ones.
I opened the next entry.
[Severus Snape — A Rank ★★]
0/??? fragments → Summonable
Abilities:
Grandmaster of Potions
Master Spy
Master of Dark Magic
Master in Spell Creation
Snape was perfect.No one in any world brewed like him.
I hit Summon.
A ripple of magic tore through my realm—cold, sharp, clinical. A man materialized with a snapping sound like a breaking wand. His black robes billowed sharply as he took in the world around him.
Snape's eyes—dark, calculating—locked onto me.
And like Tom, memories forced themselves into his mind.His posture stiffened.His expression darkened… then steadied as recognition settled over him.
He bowed slightly, not as deeply as Tom, but with the quiet respect of someone who chose loyalty, not out of fear, but intellect.
"…Mistress."
Tom smirked beside me. Snape ignored him.
Perfect.
Now for the most dangerous choice.
I tapped the third panel.
[Saruman — A Rank ★★★★]
0/80 fragments → Summonable
Abilities:
Grandmaster in Alchemy
Master of White Magic
Master of Dark Magic
Knowledge of the Rings of Power
Grandmaster Potion Maker
Knowledge of Biological Modification
Saruman was expensive.And powerful enough to be a threat if not bound properly.
Exactly the kind of ally I needed.
With a deep breath, I spent the points.
Summon: Saruman the White.
Magic cracked through my world like thunder.
A tall figure appeared—robes white as starlight, staff shimmering with ages-old authority. His eyes were sharp, ancient, intelligent, and instantly wary.
He opened his mouth—
—and then the memories struck.
His body jolted.His hand tightened around his staff.He inhaled sharply as every ounce of his loyalty rewrote itself around me.
Then he lowered his head.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"My… Queen."
Even Snape glanced at him with a hint of caution.
Saruman was no ordinary wizard.
He was a force.
A strategist.A manipulator.And now—mine.
I stood before the three of them, my cloak whispering around me, Merlin's power thrumming beneath my skin.
Tom.Snape.Saruman.
A prodigy.A genius.A corrupted angel.
Three of the most brilliant magical minds from three different worlds.
My council was forming.
My legion was taking shape.
And with them?
I could build an empire—reshape reality—and carve my will into the fabric of every world I touched.
I clasped my hands behind my back, looking at my new subordinates.
"Welcome," I said softly, "to my realm."
Tom smiled darkly.Snape bowed his head.Saruman pressed his staff to the ground in silent acknowledgement.
My world had just become much more dangerous.