Chapter 365

"Tell me back to your father, the real magic wizard."

Magic Wizard? !

De Vero's pupils shrank suddenly.

This was the first time he heard this word from someone else’s mouth!

This entry is one of his most precious and practical abilities - and is also his only "unique" entry at present.

But he always thought that this was a special talent given to him by the system or by some kind of change.

However, now it seems that things are not that simple...

Could it be that the reason why he owns this entry is related to his father? !

DeVero's heart was surging, and various possibilities were quickly flowing in his mind, but Anubis, who was standing beside him, was still immersed in his memories and continued indifferently.

"The Wizard... In the underworld, we believe that everyone's life's achievements are destined from the beginning of their lives."

He slowly turned his head, and the golden eyes narrowed slightly, landing on DeVero, with a faint deep meaning.

"Your father, in my opinion, is the kind of person who can do anything. He has done something for me. And you—"

Anubis paused, as if he was looking at DeVero carefully, his eyes gradually becoming complicated, even with a hint of hesitation and doubt.

Finally, He shook his head slightly and gave the conclusion indifferently:

“…No doubt, an incompetent person.”

The air suddenly died of silence.

De Vero: “…”

What's the thing? !

He was immersed in the amazing truth about his father just now, and his emotions were about to be brewed, but the other party was shocked? !

He almost squirted out an old blood.

DeVero's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was mixed.

Well, indeed... if it weren't for the system, he might have been a complete waste.

Without the support of the system, he is likely to be just an ordinary Hogwarts student now, with only two pitiful blue entries on his body, one about magic and the other about potions, which can barely be considered on the passing line. Wizard qualifications.

But now looking back, according to Anubis's statement - fate has long been destined - is this change of my own coincidence or some kind of artificial intervention?

Anubis stared at him quietly, then spoke slowly, his voice low and distant.

"You were able to do this just now... reminded me of the first time I met your father."

"So...I think your mother should have done some means to 'cut' your father's fate on you. But how did it... I can't even see through it."

De Vero frowned slightly, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"Cutting Destiny"... This sounds too fantasy, but if it is true...

His own mother, Annabell Alexander, is an alchemist.

She had traded with Anubis and personally won the right of freedom to pass the underworld.

So, did she... really transfer her father's talent, destiny, and even more to herself through some means?

Wait, let's continue to reason...

De Vero paused suddenly, his face becoming weird.

"…So, my mom is an alchemist, and then, did she make a system?"

Can an indigenous person make such a system?

De Vero felt a strange sense of incongruity in his heart.

If it was really the result of her mother's alchemy, then her attainments would be too exaggerated - even beyond the scope of magic he understood.

But after all, he was not very interested in the story of his parents and had no desire to go to the bottom of it.

After all, the most important thing now is to blow the Tyndalus Cult and then live your own little life with peace of mind.

So he raised his head and looked at Anubis.

"So, what does this... have to do with how I enter the underworld?"

Anubis stared at him silently, as if measuring something.

De Vero shrugged, his tone casual but firm.

"Sir, I have no memory of my parents at all. It is normal for me not to care about them? Besides..."

He pointed his finger at the black mist surrounding him, and his tone became a little solemn.

"There are still people waiting for me to rescue."

"My friends and elders may be in danger."

Anubis finally spoke, his tone as calm as if he was stating something irrelevant.

“The time flow rate here is different from that outside.”

De Vero frowned. Although he had noticed it, he was still a little uneasy when he heard God confirm it in person.

“As for the entrance—”

Anubis paused for a moment, his eyes deep.

“The only entrance to the British Isles is opened by your father.”

"What?"

De Vero was stunned and a storm broke out in his heart.

I, a cheap dad I had never met, was so strong that I could tear open the passage to the human world in the underworld? !

Before he could recover from his shock, Anubis threw out more explosive news-

"The entrance is located in a magic school."

"Magic school?"

De Vero blurted out, and a name flashed through his mind instantly - Hogwarts!

Hogwarts actually hides a passage to the underworld? !

Just as DeVero's mind was running rapidly, trying to clarify the connection, Anubis added slowly:

“When you go back, the pass will guide you to the right place.”

De Vero nodded when he heard this, and rolled his eyes wide.

Sure enough, the language that the gods love the most is riddle.

De Vero suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort, as if a chill hidden deep in his bone marrow slowly penetrated into his flesh and blood.

He frowned and quickly pulled out his panel to view.

However, as he swept across the panel, his eyes suddenly froze.

A brand new entry appears in the list-

[Corruption (Blue): The living stays in the underworld for too long, which leads to the body being eroded by the breath of the underworld, resulting in a certain degree of corruption. The current symptoms are mild, but if you continue to stay, the corruption will intensify and eventually lead to irreversible changes. 】

De Vero's heart sank suddenly.

Will this ghost place corrupt living people? !

Even the strange existences around them seemed to have become more interested in De Vero because of this reason.

Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, Anubis spoke lightly.

"The corruption in the underworld will not continue. When you return to the present world, it will gradually fade away on its own."

De Vero then breathed a little relieved, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart - these mysterious beings are always like this. One sentence can make people's lives and death uncertainly, and one sentence can make people feel at ease, as if they don't even control the mortals. Keep life and death to heart.

He looked around and thought about how to ask for a way to leave. After all, his first priority is to leave here, rather than a group of gods.

However, just as he was hesitating, Anubis spoke again, his tone meaningful.

"Your father once left a place with me."

"Or...your mother strongly demanded him."

Anubis's eyes seemed to penetrate the mist of time, falling on DeVero, with some elusive meaning.

"I originally thought it would remain vacant and eventually decay. But now... if you can reach his height one day, you may inherit this position."

De Vero suddenly raised his head and looked at Anubis's eyes.

inherit?

When De Vero heard this, his concerns about "corruption" in his mind were instantly thrown out of the sky, and he was stunned.

Hereditary underworld career organization? !

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