You call this the mastermind?

What is a miracle?

For Guderian, who had dealt with God before, it was just some seemingly mysterious but actually false, or seemingly mysterious but actually belonging to some special magic phenomenon.

However, when he saw Caesar, who was lying on the hospital bed, pale and dying, obeying his instructions and praying silently.

He suddenly found that the real miracle had come!

There was no special light and shadow, but the air around Caesar, who was swollen all over due to the curse, suddenly began to heat up, and the already extremely weak life fire in the body of this top hunter also began to burn violently!

"Lava Breathing?"

The person who prayed silently did not seem to notice the changes in himself, but Guderian, who was standing by the bed, widened his eyes instantly.

Lava Breathing is a top hunter breathing method inherited by the Church of the Night, and it is also the foundation of Caesar's practice.

Guderian certainly knew this.

But what made him unbelievable was that the breathing method practiced by the dying guy in front of him actually began to advance!

The scorching heat brought by the advancement baked the furniture in the bedroom and began to crack. Caesar, who was deeply affected by the water curse and swollen all over, quickly returned to normal.

After the dried water evaporated, it became a white mist, covering the bed, making Caesar, who was still praying, look like a god!

However, all these appearances could not attract Guderian's attention at all.

At this time, he stared at the other person's body, and a layer of dark blue light flickered faintly in his eyes, as if he could see through some of his internal conditions.

The more he looked, the more shocked Guderian was.

Because he could clearly see how the invisible "qi" in Caesar's body, which appeared due to the practice of breathing, was under the influence of a mysterious force, sweeping away all the hidden injuries and curses in his body!

These things not only devoured Caesar's life, but also hindered Caesar from practicing breathing to the top.

The Church of the Night had evaluated it and believed that under normal circumstances, even if Caesar lived another hundred years, it would be impossible for him to reach the top and become a saint in this physical state.

However, now, everything is silently proving that the hand of God, which should have died, is actually rushing towards the realm of saints!

And the reason is just a simple prayer to the child of destiny...

Not long ago, Guderian was imprisoned in Chelsea Manor and was unable to participate in the sacrifice, so of course he did not see the shocking miracle with his own eyes.

Although he heard about it afterwards, he didn't feel anything about it.

But now, he was stunned on the spot.

Because compared with the so-called bell that spread all over the world, everything that seemed ordinary at the moment had a greater impact on him.

As a hunter, his realm was actually not much different from Caesar's, so he could clearly understand how difficult it was to reach the top.

And at this moment, the road that should have been difficult was so easy to break through...

Thinking about his decades of hard practice, and looking at this guy who seemed to be in a blessed state but didn't seem to know it, Guderian's eyes suddenly flashed with fanaticism.

...

As the person involved, Caesar could actually clearly feel everything that happened in his body.

He could even intuitively find that his condition, which should have been extremely weak, was rapidly improving.

This would have shocked him in the past.

But at this moment, as the mysterious power quietly descended into his body and as he continued to pray, he could faintly "see" a hazy figure emerging from the depths of his mind.     The figure was as vast as the sky, and as dark and unpredictable as the sea. Just a "look" made Caesar, a top hunter who had seen countless big scenes, inexplicably feel a kind of worship and submission.

He did express his submission, even worship, but the figure didn't even look at him, as if he couldn't see his existence at all.

"How could a giant see an ant as humble as dust on the ground?"

When he finished praying and slowly opened his eyes, only this thought remained in his mind, making Caesar full of loss, and even the joy that should have existed because of the breakthrough did not arise at all.

"You-what did you just experience?"

An uneasy voice sounded from the side.

Caesar looked sideways at the middle-aged gentleman beside the bed, whose expression could not hide his expectation. He had no intention of hiding anything.

Because he knew clearly that he could survive, the role played by the man in front of him was very crucial, and his identity as a believer of truth made Caesar feel full of trust.

However, he opened his mouth to tell the truth, but then closed his mouth again.

Because a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, making him change his mind.

That is, telling the truth is not what the great existence wants, and exploring His identity will also cause His displeasure.

This idea came strangely, but Caesar did not have the slightest idea of ​​doubting it. It seemed that the previous statement of submission had been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul and became a kind of instinct.

So he just shook his head and replied in a dry voice: "I, I don't know."

...

He casually created a saint on earth who practiced the breathing method to the top level, and seemed to be loyal to him, but Melen didn't know anything about it.

At this time, he had already arrived at the hall where the entrance ceremony was held before, but before he saw any familiar people, he was surrounded by a group of strangers of the same age.

These peers looked polite, and when they introduced themselves, they were either rich or noble, and none of them were from ordinary backgrounds.

This made Melen deeply feel how popular he was at this time.

But at the same time, he saw that because of the performance of these young wizards from big families, most of the students around him who were curious or friendly looking at him became more distant and cold.

People's hearts are very complicated. It doesn't mean that Melen is a very powerful person, and others must come to curry favor with him.

In other words, people with interests will do so, but most bystanders will naturally choose to stay away when they find that Melen is not from the same world as them.

This is actually inconsistent with Egg Wilson's "people-friendly" personality.

However, before Melen could do anything about it, an old professor with gray hair and a strong physique hurried to the auditorium.

After taking a deliberate glance at Mellen, this special being, he did not say anything, but stood in front of the podium and began to announce the next training test rules, precautions, etc.