Chapter 208: He Sits in the Heavens, Thus He Is the Master of the Earth
"Hmm!?"
Odin, who had been instructing his followers, suddenly paused, then directly turned his gaze toward Japan.
"This power... Hiss—what a grand gesture. With such power, even ordinary people who cannot sense Magical Energy would instinctively feel a tremor in their hearts."
As he spoke, Odin glanced around.
He could clearly sense that his followers were agitated, though they themselves did not understand why this unease had arisen or where it came from. It was simply a pure, instinctive feeling of fear.
This was only natural.
Odin saw nothing unusual about it.
...
These people couldn't see it because they had no talent for Magecraft, but if they were Magi... no, even those merely possessing magical aptitude would likely be able to see it now.
After all.
Odin shifted his gaze back toward Japan. In his vision, an enormous Magic Circle had risen into the sky. "That Grand Magecraft, as if carved into the void, was clearly visible even from his position."
In addition, countless smaller Magic Circles were continuously ascending into the air.
By conservative estimates, from what Odin could see, there were tens of thousands of these smaller Magic Circles!
If someone told him this Grand Magecraft was meant to end the world, Odin would believe it.
Under normal circumstances, since Odin was walking the earth in his Avatar, he would undoubtedly go to investigate.
However...
While observing these Magic Circles, Odin also noticed a throne suspended in the sky above the place where they were rising.
As the Magic Circles began to manifest, the other party's presence pressed down!
This presence was not directed at him, nor at any single individual.
It was directed at the entire world!
If no hostility was raised, the presence served merely as a warning.
But if hostility were to arise...
"This is truly an edge that leaves one completely unable to act."
Even during the Age of Gods, Odin had never encountered anyone so audacious.
It was as if, by sitting in the sky, he considered himself the master of the earth.
"Tch."
With this thought, Odin shook his head, no longer looking in that direction, and cast the idea from his mind.
Because whenever he recalled the look in Noah's eyes as he gazed down from above, Odin could only let out a helpless laugh.
"If it's that guy, it might not be that he considers himself the master of the earth, but rather that this land inherently belongs to him."
"After all... no matter how powerful a god, none could possibly release their Divine Might and have the surrounding environment align to revive the Age of Gods."
"I've never seen anyone capable of such a thing even in the Age of Gods. The only similar entity would be that monster from Beyond the Stars I saw in America after sneaking out this time..."
Therefore.
"If that guy's identity is truly as I suspect, he must be an incredibly remarkable figure."
Odin witnessed the anomaly in Japan, but as he had thought, he was not the only one who could see it. Not only Magi, but even those merely possessing magical aptitude...
Everyone could see this clearly!
In a hidden location, countless Magi had gathered, working to perfect a massive Magecraft Foundation.
Among them were some Magi from the Age of Gods, though such individuals were exceedingly rare. Most were not from that era but were still exceptionally skilled.
These Magi were divided into three groups, each with distinct clothing and Magecraft styles, reflecting their differing perspectives and philosophies.
Yet at this moment, they had all converged here.
Their shared goal was to perfect this enormous Magecraft Foundation.
They all understood well. After their teacher (the King), the Magician King Solomon, had passed away, if they wished to preserve Magecraft and Mystery, they had no choice but to perfect the Magecraft Foundation.
They even needed to conceal Mystery to allow for its eventual revival.
Thus, after King Solomon's death, they had united to establish an organization known as the Mage's Association. Despite later splitting into three factions due to differing ideologies, they had never proclaimed their names to the outside world, choosing instead to remain hidden in the shadows, in the corners.
This was both to perfect the Magecraft Foundation and to conceal and revive Mystery.
So...
When they clearly sensed the Magical Energy fluctuations erupting like a volcano from the east, even interfering with the entire atmosphere, they were first shocked, then furious!
"Who did this? Do they still think this is the Age of Gods?"
"Exactly! By displaying Mystery so openly, are they trying to weaken what little remains even further?"
The Magi were enraged by this.
However, when they emerged from their hiding places and saw the continuously rising Magic Circle in the sky, along with the throne suspended above, all their previous emotions vanished, replaced by stunned disbelief.
Then, they felt it—the master of that throne was radiating pressure across the entire world!
This pressure was not directed at any one of them, nor was it forceful enough to crush them to their knees. Yet, it was precisely this kind of pressure that made them shrink back in fear.
Among them were several Magi from the Age of Gods, disciples of Solomon, as well as the future Second Magician and founder of Jewel Magecraft, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. They noticed something the ordinary Magi had completely missed!
That was...
"Can you feel it? As the master of that throne releases this pressure, the entire earth seems to respond to him! Mystery is rising, as if... as if the world is returning to the Age of Gods!"
One of the Magi from the Age of Gods exclaimed in awe. Beside him, another Magus frowned.
"Is it a return to the Age of Gods? I recall that some Phantasmal Species possess the ability to spread their own Mystery..."
"No... this is not something so simple."
At that moment, Zelretch stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on the throne in the sky, filled with disbelief. In this state, he spoke...
His fellow disciples spoke up.
"You should all remember that cosmic creature that landed on that special land even before the Common Era... that monster whose mere presence could permanently alter the reality rules around it, transforming the surroundings into an environment suitable for its survival."
Hearing Zelretch say this, the others were momentarily stunned before understanding dawned on them.
"Crystal Valley... If that's the case, then it makes sense why this feeling differs from a simple Age of Gods regression... But, if the environment suitable for its survival is the Age of Gods, that's one thing—yet to be capable of such a feat, wouldn't that mean..."
Their teacher, King Solomon, had once told them about the origins of the monster he called ORT.
Thus, after connecting the current situation with ORT's Crystal Valley, they vaguely grasped the other party's identity.
But... no one dared to truly speak that identity aloud.
Because.
To acknowledge the other party's true identity would be to acknowledge them as the King of the World, and also... the King of Gods.