Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 384 - 14: Tracks of Destiny

A gentle breeze passed by.

Merlin gazed at Duncan in front of him and slowly said, "Your Majesty’s return this time, are you planning to restart the transformation?"

Back in the later period of Duncan’s reign, he had planned to initiate ’early industrialization’ and ’magic enlightenment’, but at that time, two major difficulties troubled everyone. The first was the tremendous leap of the era, and Duncan was not an engineering student, so early industrialization lacked sufficient foundation. The second was the mythical decline, under the tide of decline that lasted for centuries, the difficulty of magic enlightenment was also very high, and it could only barely maintain mysterious power on the island of Great Britain through the inheritance via the wizard academy.

Now, the knowledge Duncan holds is enough to solve these two problems. Hundreds of years later, the handicraft industry on the island of Great Britain is already very developed, possessing the basic conditions for early industrialization.

As for magic enlightenment, although the mythical decline still exists, with knowledge from the Mechanical Divine Sect, and some mystical knowledge that can still be obtained from the Esoteric Practitioners in the future, even if it’s not possible to directly usher in the magic era, an attempt can at least be made to ignite the ’magic enlightenment’.

According to the deduction Duncan made with the gods of the Norse Pantheon at that time, the mythical decline would not continue indefinitely.

It seems like the tide, possibly lasting for hundreds of years, then at some point, suddenly showing an upward trend. If at that time, the world’s ceiling could be further raised, maybe the entire magic tide’s surge could be reversed.

Returning to the ceiling of the mythical era is difficult, but the world’s limit might be raised to a level capable of ’becoming divine’.

It is now after 800 AD.

When Duncan descended, he already felt a slight sign of the magic tide gradually rising. There should be someone other than him who raised the world’s ceiling. That person is most likely in the east, and at this time, someone who could raise the world’s ceiling is definitely a very, very renowned figure.

Such a person must possess extremely powerful strength and have a very high legendary level, while also wielding power surpassing ordinary divine spirits!

Duncan nodded slowly and said, "That’s right."

"I have already found the opportunity for transformation in the exploration of the Otherworld."

"It’s time to welcome a new era."

The three deans of the wizard academy were very curious about everything Duncan said. Among them, only Merlin knew Duncan had gone to the Otherworld, but even Merlin didn’t know exactly where he went, and he once thought Duncan had entered the distant Otherworld of the Celtic belief.

"Let’s go."

Duncan gently stroked Morgan Le Fay’s hair and slowly said, "It’s just right that I also need you to realize all of this."

In the absence of an industrial mother machine, some parts need to be hand-crafted.

The earliest industrial mother machine appeared in 1797, and now Great Britain is just relatively developed in handicrafts, wanting to manually craft a steam engine still needs to rely on the wizards’ supernatural abilities. Duncan’s goal is first to manufacture Hogwarts’ magic train, the first-generation industrial lathe must be handled personally by Merlin, and some rune knowledge from the Mechanical Divine Sect can only be attempted to understand and transform by him.

A day passed quickly.

With the ability of transcribing tricks, Duncan handed over the information he had organized on the first industrial and magic revolution to Merlin.

Throughout the process, Merlin’s expression was extremely serious, as one of the few legendary mages, he certainly knew what earth-shattering changes would occur to the world if all of this before his eyes were realized.

Next to him, Nicolas Flamel was also studying alchemy, marveling as he looked at the secret scroll, "Is this the alchemy of the Esoteric Buddhism?"

"Your Majesty has gone to a very unusual Otherworld."

"According to my understanding of this alchemy, they might even have the powerful ability to create magic life!"

That is for sure.

In the world of the number three human form, during the Mysterious Era, it was a time of active gods, and they could withstand the three industrial revolutions of the Mechanical Divine Sect, undoubtedly their magic civilization also developed to a high degree, only the magic civilization in the Mysterious Era did not unleash the productive power of the secular world.

In short, power and knowledge were held in the hands of a very few, some were even the chosen ones of the divine spirits, the gods’ representatives in the secular world.

Duncan gazed at Merlin in front of him and slowly said, "Are you confident of achieving it?"

Merlin nodded affirmatively and said, "No problem at all."

"The steam engine and looms on top are very simple, the steam train is a bit more troublesome, but with detailed design drawings, it shouldn’t be too big of a problem."

"It’s just that this lightning train, anti-gravity runes, and floating airships are a bit tricky."

Merlin’s expression became increasingly serious, solemnly saying, "All of these require engraving with magic runes, purely mechanical structures might not be able to make them operate."

"On the island of Great Britain, maybe we can try."

"But in Europe, these magic runes might all fail."

Duncan was not surprised by this, he simply said softly, "Let’s try first."

"Here are the designs for firearms."

"You should know how to proceed."

Due to Duncan’s interference, early arquebuses already appeared at this period, approximately equivalent to the development level of the 14th and 15th centuries in the background of a heavenly salvation type of game. Naturally, Duncan had also brought back some of the early firearm designs, if needed, he still had the capability of leveraging the island of Great Britain to sweep across the entire Europe again.

Duncan divided the information for the first industrial and magic revolution into two parts, one handed over to Merlin’s wizard academy, and the other to the Crow Queen-Triss’s esoteric sect.

These things cannot be circulated temporarily, only beings at the level of the Crow Queen and Merlin can properly preserve them.

As night deepened.

After everyone else had left, Merlin reappeared in a half-spirit body form, slightly bowing towards Duncan and said, "Your Majesty."

"Is there anything else you want to instruct?"

Duncan stood on the balcony gazing at the bright moon in the sky, his back to Merlin, and slowly said, "There are two things that require you to arrange for someone to handle."

Merlin replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, please instruct."

Duncan pondered for a moment and said, "I have a weapon that might have fallen into the hands of the Church."

"You go and find it."

Merlin immediately said, "Is it the Oathkeeper?"

Duncan nodded.

Merlin quickly said, "I will arrange for someone to find it immediately."

"Your Majesty, what about the other thing?"

Duncan paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering something, and slowly said, "Go to Scandinavia, help me deliver a message to the High Priest of the Norse Church."

"Just tell them, I’ve returned."

Merlin trembled all over upon hearing this, clearly indicating that this sentence wasn’t meant for mortals, but for the Nordic gods.

He didn’t know what kind of pact Your Majesty had reached with the Norse Pantheon back then, but the empire’s conquest of Scandinavia was much easier than expected. There was only some resistance on the secular level, while the supernatural powers of Norse beliefs offered almost no significant resistance, quickly succumbing to the empire’s rule.

The secret agreement between Emperor Duncan and Odin was something only the Crow Queen-Triss knew a little about, because her secret technique’s divine position came from the goddess Freya.

Moreover, almost shortly after Duncan’s seclusion, the Norse Pantheon also fell into slumber.

The night passed in silence.

The next morning Duncan got up very early, strolling leisurely within the wizard academy, observing the magic academy that Merlin had been running for centuries. Compared to the past, it now almost matched the scale of Hogwarts. It was the magic holy land of Great Britain, the magic center of all Europe, and a haven for numerous wizards, though the number of students was still a bit low, as talented wizards were rare.

The surge of the magic tide would also affect human talents.

Unknowingly, Duncan had already walked to the back mountain of the academy. He sensed a slight vibration of curiosities, and with a gentle leap, he saw the sword embedded in the stone.

"The Sword in the Stone is still here?"

Duncan walked over, preparing to reach out and pull it out to see.

But at that moment, a shout came from the opposite tower: "Don’t move! There’s a spell on it!"

Soon, a young man in his twenties ran over, panting, "Be careful not to get hurt."

"Are you a newcomer taking refuge at the academy?"

"Why haven’t I seen you before?"

This young man was quite handsome, holding a scroll and curiously examining Duncan with a puzzled expression, murmuring, "I feel like I’ve seen you before!"

——Secret Art Master (Two-star Gold).

Huh?

It’s actually a gold unit mark.

In Duncan’s understanding, units with a gold mark were often famous historical figures. His figure suddenly flashed, appearing right in front of the young man, who was startled and instinctively cast a protective spell, but it was useless.

Duncan ignored his protective spell.

In an instant, Duncan extended his hand, not only disarming the young man’s magic wand but also curiously snatching the book he was holding.

——"Divine Comedy" - Dante.

Looking at the book before him, Duncan’s expression blurred for a moment.

The young man, seeing that Duncan seemed non-hostile, relaxed slightly and continued to scrutinize Duncan, always feeling that this person’s appearance was very familiar but couldn’t remember where they met, instinctively asked, "Who are you?"

"Have you also read Lord Dante’s ’Divine Comedy’?"

Duncan quickly skimmed through it, his expression growing increasingly grave, as he looked down at the young man and slowly said, "What’s your name?"

The young man opened his mouth and subconsciously answered Duncan’s question, "William Shakespeare."

The next second, the young man was shocked.

Because he had answered the question involuntarily, as if he had to obey the command.

Shakespeare?!

Duncan cautiously studied the young man before him, gently raised his hand, and returned the book and the magic wand to him.

Dante and Shakespeare active in the same era?

Duncan had always had a question in his heart, which was whether if he changed the course of history, some of the originally scheduled outstanding figures would still appear.

Now Duncan seemed to have some answers.

Duncan gazed at the young man in front of him, noticing the manuscripts and books he carried, and slowly asked, "Do you enjoy creating?"

The young man reflexively answered, "Of course."

"But my family hopes I become an outstanding wizard!"

Upon saying this, the young man was filled with astonishment, staring at Duncan’s face in disbelief, saying, "I remember now!..."

"You look just like the statue at the academy gates!"

Just as he was about to say more, Duncan vanished from his sight.

The entire demi-plane quivered lightly.

With a figure clad in magnificent golden armor forcefully tearing open space to enter the Otherworld Secret Realm, Merlin’s image appeared instantly, raising his hand to summon an astonishing thunderbolt from the sky.

Rumble!

The arrogant golden figure reached out towards the sky, and the lightning from the sky immediately dispersed. With a playful expression, he nonchalantly said, "Is this all you’ve got?"

"Why not let your master come to face me!"

Bam!

As soon as the words left his mouth, the arrogant golden figure was crushed by a terrifying force, a dark red spear streaked across the sky, no matter how vigorously he resisted, he was heavily slammed into the ground.

At this moment, he no longer had his initial arrogance, appearing utterly disheveled, and even his golden armor had cracked with fissures.

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