Seeing Riddle choose silence.
Helbo also withdrew his gaze and turned his head, looking aningfully at his apprentice.
"Please don't get angry; actually, the fact that you can conceive such a path is enough for
to admire you. We are alike, both knowing how to use historical disasters to achieve our goals. But I am different from you; I am not only after power or immortality; I am also pursuing a higher possibility."
"It is precisely this loftier ideal that allows
to have superior planning and harvest compared to you." Helbo smiled, with a few deep undertones in his cold serpent eyes.
"What possibility?"
Riddle slightly frowned, unable to help but ask.
To this.
Helbo softly responded, "Of course, it is the ideal and ambition that a wizard truly ought to possess, a possibility that even rlin has never touched."
His words startled Riddle.
"rlin?"
Honestly, before choosing to use Ian's ti machine to travel back, Riddle truly didn't expect to involve himself in such a scene. He initially thought that even if there were wizards in Pompeii, they would rely be a bunch of useless wizards.
Who would have thought.
Not only here did he witness the Divine Hall, evidence of the true existence of the Divine Spirit, but he also encountered a Legendary Wizard who actually ntioned rlin, the Wizard King, Helbo.
The Black Demon King also felt sowhat overwheld.
"You want to surpass rlin?"
Seeing Helbo nod, Riddle only felt his throat tighten.
rlin is a legendary figure in the Magic Realm, acclaid as the most powerful wizard in history. And yet, this person before him claims that he can surpass rlin?
What arrogance!
What... terror!
"Indeed, rlin." Helbo's voice carried a hint of disdain, "Though he is powerful, he is rely a mortal bound by ti and fate. And I am no longer a legend nor a mortal. I have surpassed the boundaries of magic and beco a higher existence—an angel."
This notorious Legendary Black Wizard expressed arrogance, spreading his hands wide, and beneath the shadows at his feet, it seed a winged shadow could truly be seen.
"What angel?"
Riddle's pupils shrank instantly, his heart stirred by waves of shock. This term had almost never been ntioned in the Magic Realm, leaving Riddle utterly unable to comprehend what this term truly signifies.
Of course.
No matter what an angel represents.
It evidently must be stronger than a legend.
"In death, I found a treasure and claid it for myself, my soul fused with it, allowing
to overco death and glimpse infinite possibilities far ahead..."
Helbo seed to have no intention of hiding any information. He pointed to the wings reflected in the shadows under his feet, perhaps the treasure he ntioned.
"You want to tell
you've conquered the God of Death? That's not a funny joke." Riddle said coldly, attempting to mask his inner suspicion.
"It seems you don't understand my strength." Helbo didn't answer but slowly raised his hand, a certain power manifesting, making Riddle feel a sharp pain in his brain. He clutched his forehead, letting out a roar, only feeling the pain slowly dissipate once Helbo lowered his raised hand.
"You can attack my soul directly without magic?"
Riddle's tone carried a hint of incredulity.
However.
Faced with his fearful inquiry, Helbo shook his head.
"Look beneath your feet."
He offered a reminder.
Riddle, catching his breath, bent his head down in confusion, imdiately transforming his gaze from frightening to appalling. There, at his feet, lay the platinum-haired Malfoy.
And he... Riddle incredulously raised his hand, touching his face and feeling the beating of his heart, finding himself bestowed with a brand new life!
Having obtained a young, vibrant body all his own!
"How... How is this possible!? You can reverse death!? So easily, so simply, without any cost..." Riddle's lowered voice trembled with a touch of fear.
Seeing his reaction.
Helbo was quite satisfied.
"This is an angel, rank above legend." He seed indifferent to his world-shattering action, his tone serene, those snake eyes looking toward the distant Riddle.
"You are already so powerful, far more than anyone else; you can even conquer this world!" Riddle's admiration at this mont was surely an inner sentint.
"See, this is the difference between you and ; your thoughts are too narrow. Why should I conquer the world? What I need is to truly break through the level magic cannot touch."
Helbo gazed intensely at the suspicious Riddle.
"What I want is... to beco a god."
His words hit like a thunderclap on a clear sky.
Riddle's heart surged with waves of shock! To beco a god? This ambition far exceeded his imagination. He once thought his pursuit of immortality and supre power was already mad enough, but the person before him actually desires to transcend the boundaries of magic and beco a god?
That is true madness!
"It's impossible!"
Riddle instinctively retorted. He considered himself ambitious, his desire for power incredibly intense, yet compared to Helbo, he seed outmatched. Becoming a god was a goal he had never imagined; for him, the power of the Magic World was already strong enough, and becoming a divine spirit was utterly fantastical.
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