Mage Manual

Chapter 1623 - 1191: The Method to Raise the Heavenly Kingdom Aloft

As the only mage able to leave forbidden structures in the Void Realm, the name Drama Poet is familiar to most mages. Whether you roam the Sea of Knowledge or Ruby Mountain, you may encounter the ’legacy games’ he’s meticulously prepared.

Unlike most legacies that may limit magic factions, Drama Poet’s games can almost accommodate all mages. As long as you follow the rules obediently and pay a small price, you can receive highly cost-effective rewards from the games. However, if a mage’s insatiable greed leads them to seek more, Drama Poet will cancel the ’newcomer discount,’ requiring the mage to pay the full price for the corresponding rewards.

Though Drama Poet is quite mysterious, perhaps due to his flamboyant and noisy style, mages believe he should be strong, but not exceedingly so. Silver Mages think Drama Poet is a Legendary Mage, while Legendary Mages speculate he might be a past Divine Lord. Only Ash and those mages who have witnessed the Divine Lord perceive the absurd power Drama Poet holds.

Divine Lords can destroy heaven and earth, alter history, and dominate all beings. The dignity of the Six-winged radiates from Heaven to every corner of the Void Realm, yet they alone cannot leave Heaven to set foot on earth! Not even a Six-winged God, let alone the Supreme Star, can descend to earth — had she been able to descend, Ash would have been captured and locked away long ago!

And Drama Poet can not only travel across layers of the Void Realm but also leave many forbidden structures that won’t be dismantled by the Void Realm. At first glance, they seem insignificant, but looking back, it becomes clear how outrageous they are — self-operating, with perfect rules, isn’t this equivalent to an Eternal Wonder?

Every special facility Drama Poet leaves in the Void Realm equates to establishing an Eternal Wonder associated with the Void Realm. Ash even suspects these forbidden structures might become World Secret Domains in the future, leaving Divine Lords commenting on his extravagance.

This mysterious being claiming to be a mage possesses powers beyond what mages can grasp, resembling another great life Ash is very familiar with —

"Hey, hey, could you really not guess who I am?"

Drama Poet took out a bag of chips from his bag, popped it open with a smack, and laughed while eating, "But you two left quite an impression on me. Let me think, Sea of Knowledge, Wardrobe Shop, that was the first time Ghost Prophet left a record with me. I still remember you hesitated between ’Soul Armor,’ ’Vanguard Armor,’ and ’Guardian Armor,’ but eventually chose the Elf Court Gown you liked at first glance to leave an image. Ah, back then, you were really innocent and cute."

"Wardrobe Shop?" Ash was taken aback.

"You choose an outfit from the wardrobe to take a photo; the higher the score, the more precious the Technique Spirit I send you." Drama Poet reminisced, "That was a shop I opened six thousand years ago. At that time, everyone focused on brutality and fighting, ignoring their appearance, with crowds of strange shapes walking across the land. I couldn’t stand it, so I opened Wardrobe Shop, hoping to lead their fashion trends."

"Why didn’t I encounter it in the Sea of Knowledge?"

"Because you all look good..." Drama Poet glanced at Ash and corrected himself, "Because Sword Maiden looks good, only those with poor clothing choices can encounter Wardrobe Shop. For example, the Necromancer you know once visited Wardrobe Shop."

Ash glanced at Vishi, his eyes displaying the joy of a Similar finding a kindred spirit. Vishi couldn’t help stepping on him, her face full of annoyance at his focus on such trivialities during such a time.

Drama Poet laughed, "Don’t think the Ghost Prophet’s aesthetics are the same as yours; she chose the Elf Court Gown that was very suitable for her sixteen-year-old self, pure, adorable, sunny, and cheerful, scoring 90 points. She just usually doesn’t pay attention to fashion. Incidentally, the Necromancer you know only scored 3 points."

Ash couldn’t resist asking, "Do you have photos?"

"I’ll send them to you later." Drama Poet clicked his tongue, "I didn’t expect you’d even want to see the 3-point photo of a Necromancer, you have quite an interesting taste."

"I actually meant..."

"Just kidding, it’s already sent to your bracelet." Drama Poet laughed, "This is the pure version of the Ghost Prophet you’ve never seen before."

Ash just opened the Miracle Bracelet to view the photo, only for Vishi to abruptly turn it off. She mischievously dismantled his Miracle Bracelet, retrieved the photo, and destroyed the evidence.

She looked up to see Ash showing a teasing expression of ’focusing on such trivialities during such a time,’ causing her to awkwardly avert her gaze, her face flushing a light pink as she firmly pursed her lips, holding onto his hand to help him put the Miracle Bracelet back on.

"I take back what I said before." Drama Poet said, munching on chips, watching their interaction, "Although it’s not the Elf Court Gown, except for the mirror at Wardrobe Shop, you’ve also seen the pure version of Ghost Prophet in this world."

Ash said, "Send the photo again."

"Hmm?" Vishi squinted at him.

"I mean Harvey’s, I want to see how he managed to achieve the 3-point score."

"Your taste is really unusual..." Drama Poet mumbled, exchanging a barely noticeable look with Ash as they both blinked, accomplishing a secret exchange right under Ghost Prophet’s nose, concluding with both the 90-point and 3-point photos entering Ash’s photo gallery.

"Wait," Vishi suddenly recalled something, "That was during my first cycle in the Wardrobe Shop, I haven’t been there since my rebirth."

"Yes, back then you already developed an aesthetic of slaughter." The dramatic poet sighed, "But I still think the elven court dress suits you more than the black death attire."

Ash and Vishi exchanged a glance, once again updating their understanding of the dramatic poet: not only does he know about the current timeline, but he is also fully aware of the first cycle timeline that Vishi buried using the ’Second Cycle Divine Being’!

"Dramatic poet," Ash crouched down, looking him in the eye, "are you the eighth one?"

The dramatic poet licked off the potato chip crumbs from his fingertips, tilted his head, and pondered for a moment: "It’s the first time I’ve heard someone refer to me as the ’eighth one.’ I know what you are asking... I can only say, I am not."

Not denying it, but not fully... Ash reached out for a potato chip, "I have a question for you."

"Ask away, but I don’t know everything; I’ve just lived a bit longer."

"The Source Angel has been trapped in the star prison for half a year, why didn’t you rescue her?"

Vishi was stunned, completely not expecting Ash to ask such a question. It was apparent that the dramatic poet was also caught off guard; he quietly watched Ash munch on his chips, as the rain pattered on the stone slab outside.

"...I thought after you obtained half the Supreme Holy Grail, you would have begun feeling fortunate to be part of this world-changing feast, grateful to have witnessed the angel’s fall." The dramatic poet took off his hat and said calmly, "You surprise me more than the Spectral Prophet... I never thought you really cared about her."

"I care about many people in the Kingdom of Allstars," Ash responded, "do you care about the Source Angel?"

"If there were only two options, ’care’ and ’not care,’ then I surely do care. Although she seldom pays attention to me, focusing wholeheartedly on maintaining the world’s balance, even if she were a big, lazy creature, after spending so much time together, there would be feelings, let alone we’ve been friends since the source of the Flowing Gold River."

The dramatic poet didn’t care at all about the secrets he casually let slip, and said, "But our values differ from yours. To make an analogy, when the wind sees the rain stop, do you think the wind will mourn?"

"She chose to become the rain that bathes all beings, while I chose to be the wind that turns windmills. She never interfered with me, and naturally, I won’t disturb her; that’s our way of life."

"Moreover," the dramatic poet shrugged as he put on his hat, "I’m not as formidable as you might think, I never get into fights because I can’t beat anyone."

No combat ability?

Vishi immediately became eager, the dramatic poet glanced at her, chuckled, and added, "But I can run fast, there have been many throughout history who want to cause me trouble, those six guys have chased me for hundreds of years, but they’ve had less contact with me than those three little kids just now... Maybe that’s why they turned their attention to the Source Angel who is much stronger but doesn’t wander around as I do."

Ash thought that was true, if there were a way to deal with the dramatic poet, Dazzling Star wouldn’t need over a thousand years to construct the star prison trap. If the dramatic poet truly had no combat abilities, then his ability to survive would very likely be unparalleled in the Void Realm, even if the Void Realm exploded, he might still be fine.

"What about the sixfold hell then?"

Ash asked, "Are you indifferent to the devouring of the sixfold hell?"

The dramatic poet shook his head, "I can’t help. Sorry, but only you can resolve this matter, I’m just the arranger of the drama, the lyricist of the story, there’s never been a place for me on the world stage."

Ash: "But you should at least know how to deal with the world-devouring serpent, right? Any hints at all?"

The dramatic poet thought for a moment and sincerely said, "Faith in oneself is your miracle?"

Ash entirely understood the anger of those three little kids earlier, he was rolling up his sleeves ready to give this guy a good beating, but now it was Vishi holding him back, opening her mouth to ask, "Then what are you appearing before us for?"

Dramatic Poet: "The wind of the Kingdom of Senluo told me the Spectral Prophet had fallen into evil, I thought how much further could the Spectral Prophet fall and came over to see for myself, unexpectedly it was a fall back to sixteen years of age, I’m going to preserve the historical image of you two holding hands... Hey hey hey, this is the city center, don’t do anything rash!"

This time it was Ash’s turn to hold back Vishi, who seemed about to unleash a soul scream, speaking in exasperation, "So what exactly are you here for?"

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop joking, the snacks are almost gone." The dramatic poet tore open the last pack of bear biscuits, "It’s really strange, everyone else immediately knows what questions to ask me when they see me, only you two keep asking all over the place, never getting to the point..."

"I’m here to tell you how to raise the Heavenly Kingdom and step into Paradise."