Pompeii Cornelia.
It is located in the Campania region at the southwest corner of the Italian Peninsula.
An ancient city situated 10 kiloters southeast of Mount Vesuvius near Naples, about 240 kiloters from Ro, and roughly 20 kiloters west of Naples Bay.
Perhaps many people are not familiar with this na.
However, when ntioning the ancient city of Pompeii destroyed by a volcanic eruption, most people would have so impression, as this is an extrely rare natural disaster that wiped out a city in human history.
The ancient city of Pompeii was founded in the 6th century BC and destroyed in 79 AD due to the massive eruption of Mount Vesuvius. When Ian realized the place he was in was a city destined to be destroyed in history, his heart churned like turbulent waves. He was well aware that Voldemort would not randomly choose a point in ti.
Using the excuse of replacing his past self to deceive Ian, sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle had calculated everything, choosing such an era to descend was no coincidence.
A city destined for destruction.
What does it have?
Of course, it has ancient Pompeii residents whose deaths will not significantly impact the course of history, as their destiny is already sealed. What this place has in abundance are souls of lost paradise.
They will ultimately head to death, destined to disappear here, so utilizing these lives and souls before they vanish might not even cause a ripple in history— the demise of life rely changes its direction and result, without altering anything for the present world.
"Hiding evil deeds within historical disasters, deceiving the entire human world…" Ian stared at Mount Vesuvius in the distance, gaining more understanding of the young Tom Riddle.
The Black Demon King who ca from the Wizard Orphanage is still daring beyond asure, planning to deceive history after deceiving the God of Death. He's definitely not the sa as that old and senile Voldemort who ruined his future and brain with Dark Arts. Sixteen-year-old Riddle might not be as powerful as he was in the Voldemort era.
But he certainly was more difficult to deal with than during the Voldemort era. Wisdom is the greatest wealth, and also the most powerful strength. Even if it's an evil plot with ulterior motives, Riddle is proving the accuracy of this statent with his actions. A Voldemort with a brain is indeed far more terrifying than the Voldemort who only knew how to wield the magic wand and cast Avada Kedavra.
"If Riddle really succeeds, he won't be just a silly joke who killed a few people yesterday and a few more today, he would be officially called an evil cultivator."
Ian didn't know how much ti he had left; he only knew he must stop Tom Riddle. Otherwise, if this guy blends into history, he would certainly make a big impact.
The Pompeii volcano would only be the beginning.
What other plans Tom Riddle had after gaining power, no one knew.
Overall, it would lead to endless trouble.
Ian wasn't the kind with a Savior complex, even bringing back Malfoy had beco secondary. His biggest fear was returning to the future only to find himself a re wandering soul, and upon inquiry, he would hear a tale of how the Great Demon King strangled him when he was still a baby.
Judging others by oneself.
Ian felt the idea of leaving Tom Riddle in the past suddenly beca even more terrifying.
"What's wrong with that mountain?" The little girl, seeing Ian staring at Mount Vesuvius for a long ti, couldn't help but tug at Ian's clothing and quietly ask.
She was probably around eight or nine years old, much shorter than Ian, and her neatly dressed jewelry clinked with every slight movent.
"Don't you have prophets here?" Ian continued staring at Mount Vesuvius, his expression peculiar, finding it hard to imagine why the little girl beside him remained so calm.
After all, as a bystander, he could imdiately tell sothing was not right with that volcano.
The top of the volcano was shrouded in thick clouds, with faintly visible dark red lava slowly flowing at the crater. At the foot of the volcano lay a barren black land.
A stark contrast to the bustling city, it also highlighted its unusually active nature. Just from staring, Ian felt it could erupt with devastating power at any mont.
Seeing this scene, any normal person.
Even if not scared, should feel slightly worried, right?
"Prophets?"
The little girl was a bit puzzled by Ian's question.
"I an a prophet."
Ian changed to a much older term, perhaps the word prophet had not been widely used yet in this era, likely predating King Arthur's ti.
"Oh, yes, yes."
The little girl finally understood what Ian ant.
She nodded eagerly.
Like a little chick pecking grains.
"Can you take
to et your prophet?" Ian thought that when it ca to city-destroying calamities like this, as a prophet, the prophet should have sensed sothing, even with the poorest talent.
This concerned the destruction of the entire city; there must be so warning or dream on —Thanks to reading the Divination book given by the Divination Class professor during today's boring divination class.
Now he sowhat considered himself a theorist.
"Aren't we already eting now? Every Dream Guardian Queen is a prophet; only a prophet can beco a Dream Guardian Queen, otherwise the songs we sing could not have been heard by you." The little girl's slightly confused words made Ian slightly dumbfounded, and soon realized what was happening.
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