"Teacher, weren’t you the one who believed most in the legend of wizards?"
"Why..."
The noble student who had asked earlier found it hard to accept, as he also harbored fantasies about the wizard legend.
Staring intently at the master of history, the fallen baron he respected, he sought an answer.
Four eyes t.
Chen Feng removed his presbyopic glasses, the serene elderly face full of wrinkles was extraordinarily calm, without the slightest expression.
"Because wizards are just our fantasies."
With these words, he turned and stepped away, ending the class.
Inside the room, the students were utterly stunned, followed by a buzzing of whispers.
The student who had asked earlier felt as if sothing he was pursuing had shattered, his body lightly trembling as he stood still.
....
"I never thought you would actually admit such a thing."
In the corridor outside the classroom, an elderly man dressed in a silk robe appeared.
He was Chen Feng’s closest friend in his life and the dean of the college who invited him to be a history tutor there.
His surprise was unmistakable.
He too didn’t expect that his friend, obsessed with searching for transcendent legends and wizard remains, would finally let go of these past obsessions.
"Just suddenly realized sothing."
Speaking softly, Chen Feng looked at his friend before him.
Four eyes t, his cloudy old eyes turned sowhat clearer, as if a distinct gleam had erged.
The college dean was slightly startled, then watched as he brushed past.
Soon, the entire college began spreading the day’s events.
The pursuer of wizardry and explorer of legends in the Baron Kingdom—Baron Feng Chen, publicly admitted that wizards do not exist.
Furthermore, he even proclaid privately.
The myth was nothing more than false fabrication, all ancient relics were ordinary footprints left by predecessors, only after being washed by the sands of ti, acquired so mysterious aura.
As for mysteries of giant dragons, elves, blood clans, sea demons and other mythical creatures, they were just fignts of human imagination, never existed.
Archaeological fossil discoveries were rely coincidental.
From the beginning to the end, there were no wizards in this land, nor any god born.
Only the most ordinary humans exist, sustaining order on this continent with their daily toil and communal wisdom.
Such remarks were like a stone stirring countless waves in the college.
As though pushed secretly, soon the entire Baron Kingdom started spreading this matter.
Mockery, ridicule, appreciation...
Mixed opinions rose across the Baron Kingdom, and even travelling bards carried this event to other kingdoms and eventually to every place on the continent.
From that day forth.
Baron Feng Chen beca a staunch realist.
Like revenge for seeking the wizard legend and finding none, he continuously published statents of denial.
Moreover, using decades of exploration experience, personal encounters, field sightings, along with his extrely professional knowledge in history and antiquities as his foundation, he published a book.
"The Myth Denial Theory"
Denied the existence of gods and church theology.
Asserted wizards are non-existent, legends are fabricated.
This book instantly stirred a huge sensation not only in the Baron Kingdom but across the entire continent.
The church court was infuriated, sent people to seek accountability, enforcers in the dark attempted to assassinate him.
Yet unexpectedly, Chen Feng suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Nobody knew where he went, only he himself knew he had t the legend.
"Dare to deny our existence."
"Old man, you successfully angered us."
In an unknown secret chamber, Chen Feng was captured and bound to a wooden rack.
This was an airtight stone-walled chamber, the man speaking in front of him was clad in a black robe, revealing an abnormally young face.
Seemingly no different from ordinary folk, but Chen Feng noticed his skin was exceedingly pale, his eyes were sowhat blood-red.
"Who are you?"
He intentionally asked, his elderly face full of wrinkles.
"? Hehe."
Laughing coldly, the black-robed man before him slightly opened his mouth, sharp fangs grew out unexpectedly.
Behind him, a pair of bat wings unfolded, appearing no different from the legendary blood clan.
"I am the existence you deny."
His voice was icy, the black-robed man stepped closer, gazing down at the elderly, white-haired, stooped Chen Feng.
"What, feeling fearful now?"
He taunted, watching Chen Feng tremble with enjoynt at the prey’s fear and dread.
Yet contrary to his expectations.
Chen Feng’s eyes were excited, feeling all his thoughts had been thoroughly proven in this mont.
"Hahaha!"
He laughed recklessly, his elderly voice echoed in the chamber.
Bound to the rack, facing the legendary blood clan, possibly about to die at any mont.
However, he laughed so unrestrainedly, his cloudy eyes even shed tears of excitent.
Seeing this scene, the youthful-faced blood clan furrowed his brow.
Soon, contemplating all sides, he understood the crucial point.
"You intentionally provoke us?"
Frowning and squinting, he imdiately grasped the purpose behind Chen Feng’s earlier statents.
Deliberately denying all transcendent existence, expanding influence, shaking the foundation of faith, thereby leading them to erge themselves.
It could be said, when they chose to personally kill the opponent and eliminate the hazard, they had already fallen into his calculations.
"Just to witness our existence firsthand, willing to pay with your life for this?"
With a cold gaze, the blood clan man was sowhat irate.
He felt they were being played by a re mortal, which was a great insult.
"So, transcendence truly exists."
The laughter ceased, Chen Feng looked up at the blood clan man’s face.
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