1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

152 Grimoire (3)
However, a grimoire was different. A magic chanter who wrote a grimoire needed to engrave their strength and ethereal insights into the book—in the form of dividing and freezing their soul. As for people who read grimoires, if they had talent in this aspect, they could truly sense the author’s insights, saving them from taking a lot of detours.

Grimoires were extremely precious on the continent. Undoubtedly, splitting one’s soul and engraving it in a book would cause considerable damage to one’s mental strength. Typically, only down-and-out mages who lacked money would do such a thing that wrecked their future. As for grimoires originating from the strong, they were usually forced to write them for various reasons. Some of them were even written before they died—these books weren’t just mixed with the author’s insights.

This made the grimoires on the market either useless if their levels weren’t high enough or very dangerous. Reading them might even cause schizophrenia.

As for someone like Violet, who hoped to pass on the torch, he wrote 15 grimoires in one go before retiring and wrote himself from the Divine Realm to the Legendary stage. He was a rare gem, one not seen in centuries.

This was also the reason why William insisted on maintaining the structure of Blackwater Offa University and not starting over.

When Grimm saw the book and sensed the will contained in it, he couldn’t help but make a trade request.

William shook his head.

“Sir, strictly speaking, this belongs to Blackwater Offa University…”

“Back then, Violet left behind three sets of grimoire, and one of them was left in Offa University’s library. You were the ones who gave it away in the past thousand years and let him down. Now, you’re telling me that it belongs to Offa University?”

William raised his voice slightly.

Grimm was a little embarrassed and didn’t know what to reply.

William continued, “By the way, that girl doesn’t need to wait for that bullsh*t advancement spot for her current advancement. Your concern for her previously was unnecessary. Her ether domain has already been connected to the Astral World without passing through the Astral Lighthouse. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Classical magic system…”

Grimm muttered and looked at William.

“So this is what Vincent really wants to do? Make the future Blackwater Province switch to classical magic, just like Ava State?”

“You made three mistakes in your sentence,” William replied.

“This is what I want to do. Rebuilding a new magic system across the Vic Continent in the future, and the classical magic system is only the first step.”

Reconstruct a new magic system?

Grimm felt that converting the entire Blackwater Province to the ancient path was already a fantasy.

“Sir, although I don’t know who you are, do you know what you just said…”

“I’m William Kane.”

“But even if you’re William Kane, it’s impossible for you to rely on just one book or set… Wait, what did you say?”

William looked at the confused Grimm and didn’t repeat himself.

As for the other party, he only reacted like a normal person after a momentary daze.

“I originally thought that you weren’t that crazy and would come up with more convincing reasons to try and convince me,” he stood up and said.

Some people guessed that the whereabouts of the last set of grimoire had been taken away by William Kane. It was as if all the missing treasures on the continent were pinned on him.

Regarding this, Grimm felt that this was just an excuse for losing something. How much could William Kane have taken with him when he left alone back then?

“I’m not trying to convince anyone.”

As William spoke, a deep portal opened behind him.

On the other end of the portal was a perfect storm that swept through the sky and earth, a reef that looked like it could be drowned by wind and waves at any time, a dilapidated and ancient fortress, a toppled lighthouse, and a flock of crows circling the sky.

Before Grimm could react, a sudden hurricane rolled out of the portal, and the salty seawater drenched him.

He wiped the seawater from his face in a sorry state before realizing in horror and comical fashion that although he was drenched, there wasn’t a drop of water on the other aged furniture in the room.

What’s going on? My office clearly has a spell that blocks Teleportation, so how can the other party open a portal of this scale?

Moreover, what is this sea? It’s both illusory and real. It’s simply like…

“You can choose to come or not.”

William, who wasn’t stained by a drop of water in the hurricane, put away the grimoire and said,

“However, I have to remind you that I usually only give people a single chance. What will your choice be?”

“Do you choose to become an accomplice of the Restorationists and have dungeon rats for companions for the rest of your life? Or do you choose to revive the glory of Blackwater Offa University with me?”

…

He left Thorn City.

Moon Realm, Lake of Entropy, Lady of Starvation’s domain.

In the distance, it was as if a huge hand was dumping something onto the originally calm lake.

They were countless half-ripe grains, dying small animals, struggling large creatures, and injured people.

Everything was poured onto the calm lake.

As for the lake, it remained calm. It looked like they were poor-quality background maps without any collision models.

The things that were dumped didn’t drown or sink to the bottom of the lake.

They also floated on the lake like trash.

Then, they quickly rotted away.

Skin first festered before the flesh rotted. Fresh rot turned into black hair and rotten flesh in the blink of an eye. Finally, they fell from their bodies like slag.

The calm lake began to ripple slightly, gradually devouring the rotten residue.

However, the residue didn’t sink completely. Instead, it circled in a vortex not far below the lake.

It wasn’t until everything was devoured by the lake that the vortex slowly began to close up, finally turning into a humanoid formed by dancing rotten residue.

It slowly surfaced from the lake. It held a scepter made of blackened bones in one hand and three tattered bells in the other.

Demon General, Erosion.

A weak female voice appeared above the entire lake.

Your destiny is decided—bring death to the Calamity.

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