r18novel Chapter 308-307: The Aesir, Invincible
Chapter 308-307: The Aesir, Invincible
Chapter 308-307: The Aesir, Invincible
The morning light pierced through the smoke-filled air.
They gilded Ian's figure.
He descended slowly.
The air around me seemed to be distorted as if it were on fire.
A low rumble of thunder.
It was as if an invisible force was paving the way for him.
"Actually, the static electricity was caused by the dragon's attack. I didn't expect this dragon to have some lightning-type magic. Could it also be influenced by the Pokémon elements on this island?"
Ian landed slowly beside the fountain in the town's central square—or rather, the place that was once a fountain is now just a molten bronze statue and a boiling pool.
An eerie silence fell over the entire town.
"Oh my God! That's the boy who saved us!"
"That boy must be a legendary magical creature. Only legendary magical creatures have such power. He easily dealt with that evil spirit."
"I want his stick! I mean the one he's holding!"
……
The crowd stirred, and hushed whispers rose and fell.
A powerful silver wolf named "Frost Shadow Beast" quietly crouched on the ground.
His eyes gleamed with awe.
Another fiery red fox-like creature named "Flame-Tailed Fox" also stopped its agitation, the flames on its tail slightly contracting, as if it had sensed something far beyond its comprehension.
"He shook the ancient dragon's beard like a reed in the wind, as if he saw a more artistic use of fire—burning it into fireworks?"
This description caused the silent crowd to erupt in uproar once again.
"Did you see that? That fire crow!"
"Just one move! Just one move!"
"Is this not how I appear in my dreams?"
……
Little Sprout and Odin were the first to rush through the crowd. The little boy's eyes shone as if they held the entire starry sky, and he watched Ian slowly descend from the sky with great excitement.
"I want to be a wizard too! Please, teach me, teach me!"
This is what it truly looks like to have found one's dream.
"Only by relying on yourself can you become a wizard."
Ian slowly landed in front of the siblings, the afterglow of his magic still lingering on his body. He ruffled Odin's hair, his gaze thoughtfully fixed on the distant mountains.
"As long as you have a dream, you can definitely achieve it."
This is clearly the kind of motivational talk Ian is giving to the little boy Odin.
This made the little boy jump up and down excitedly.
He also had no way of teaching Odin to become a wizard.
Summoning Potion.
It is not perfect.
Moreover, that potion was designed for future generations; who knows if it would work on the people of this world? Let alone a Squib, Ian didn't even detect any magical fluctuations in Odin. However, if this Odin is the future God-King Odin, then he will surely have the opportunity to acquire magical power in the future.
"Uh-huh!"
Odin was greatly encouraged by Ian's words.
"You're right, I want to become a wizard too. I just need to eat more every day. Becoming a wizard is my goal! You're really amazing!" He imitated Ian's gesture of waving his wand.
Her face turned bright red.
"Wizards, are wizards some kind of evolution, turning humans into magical creatures?" Little Sprout tilted her head in confusion, stubbornly maintaining her own framework for understanding the world.
"Or is it actually the name of a legendary, magical creature?"
Xiaoya's acceptance of Ian's wizarding identity was clearly not as high as her brother's; her worldview had not been effectively updated, and her way of thinking was limited to her original worldview.
She started to think of Ian as a legendary magical creature again.
Ian was also helpless about this.
"There is indeed a view that wizards are a type of magical creature. Whether wizards belong to the category of magical creatures has always been controversial. Some scholars believe that since humans are animals, wizards among humans are also animal individuals with special bloodlines, and can be considered a part of the magical creatures?"
He could only rely on some later schools of thought to forcibly incorporate the existence of wizards into Xiaoya's worldview. This time, Xiaoya listened thoughtfully and understood a little.
"Can I really become a wizard?"
Odin approached again.
"That's right." Ian nodded. "And I believe that one day in the future, you will become an amazing person. Maybe even more amazing than me."
These words seemed to ignite a flame within Odin. He abruptly straightened up, raised his hands, and shouted, "I will become a wizard! A true wizard! Do you hear me?!"
The residents who had gathered around him after regaining their senses laughed. Some patted him on the shoulder, others patted his hair, their eyes full of tenderness and encouragement.
They didn't know what a wizard was either.
but.
This doesn't mean they don't respect the child's dream. These residents didn't seem to fear the strong; after all, they were simple-minded, and one by one they began to thank Ian and praise his strength.
The old woman selling medicine, accompanied by her magical creatures, squeezed to the front, holding a cup of rainbow-colored liquid in a vine: "Child! Try my special vitality potion!"
"Make way, make way!" A chef squeezed in, brandishing a wok, a plate of freshly roasted dragon meat resting on his wing. "Eat it while it's hot! Made with a distant relative of that dragon!"
These people are genuinely grateful to Ian.
There was none of that primal, biological fear or dread one feels upon seeing a powerful being. How so? Living in such a loving environment, perhaps Tom Riddle could become a good person?
A good person, similar to the people of Homelander.
"Thank you, child, you are our hero." The town's mayor—an elderly man in his sixties but with a sprightly spirit—walked slowly, leaning on a wooden cane carved with runes. He wore a dark blue robe and a pendant made of dragon scales hung on his chest; his eyes revealed a hint of wisdom and vicissitude.
"You're welcome."
Ian maintained his politeness.
"Young man," the mayor said, looking up at Ian with a calm voice, "we all witnessed that battle. You not only defeated the dragon but also saved our home."
His voice was loud and clear.
His tone was also full of gratitude.
"I just did what I could easily do."
Ian smiled slightly.
After all, he had settled down in this town, and of course he would help if he could. The atmosphere of the town made him feel very comfortable.
"No." The old mayor shook his head and said firmly, "You are a hero, a hero who helped our whole town and defeated that powerful evil dragon."
The town mayor spoke with great passion and fervor, and a cheer erupted from the crowd. Men, women, and children alike clapped and shouted, expressing their gratitude.
"Where are you from?"
The mayor suddenly asked.
He seemed very curious about Ian's origins. Unlike the others, he didn't treat Ian as a legendary magical creature, perhaps because he knew more about this world than anyone else.
Otherwise, how could he become the town mayor?
"My home?"
Ian was silent for a moment.
"I'm in a very far place, and I'm looking for my way home."
His voice sounded somewhat wistful.
The home mentioned is, of course, the era in which Hogwarts was located.
however.
The former town mayor clearly misunderstood this.
"I know, I already guessed." The old mayor narrowed his eyes. "Your aura is different from the people here. You came from beyond the storm, didn't you?"
He certainly seemed to know a lot of things that other townspeople didn't.
In this regard.
The latest novel is first published here!
Ian was also somewhat surprised.
"Outside the storm?"
Ian raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Do you know what's going on outside?"
This was the first time in this small town that he had met someone who knew there was a world beyond the storm.
"certainly."
The old mayor smiled and nodded. "Some of our ancestors walked out of the storm and went to the outside world. It is said that it is more vast there, but also more dangerous than here."
"My ancestors' notes said that there are powerful humans like you outside, magical creatures and dinosaurs roaming the world, and even giants that can tear the sky apart."
I can tell.
He wasn't making things up.
Rather, their ancestors had indeed walked out of the storm—I don't know if this has anything to do with the Titan who lived in seclusion here, but Ian always felt that this group of people were the Taibao people who were protected in the storm.
"Yes, I come from outside the storm."
Ian nodded thoughtfully.
"The storm is a formidable barrier, protecting us from the dangers outside," the mayor smiled. "It's a miracle that you were able to get here."
He clearly knew that the storm might be a form of protection for them.
The other residents of the town also had no objections.
"You're right, I ended up here by accident." Ian sighed. He wasn't referring to crossing the storm, but rather to the power of the Bronze Gate, which was far more difficult to deal with than the storm.
A minor storm.
It meant absolutely nothing in his Animagus form. Ian thought of the Titans, and just as he was about to ask something, the mayor suddenly raised his scepter.
"Don't worry, child, you'll find your way home, but now—" the mayor suddenly raised his voice, "we need to celebrate our victory over evil once again!"
"As a hero, you deserve the best treatment!" the mayor shouted, and no one objected. Everyone surrounded Ian and began to applaud.
"celebrate?"
Ian, who was the focus of attention, was somewhat stunned.
"When are we going to celebrate?"
He genuinely didn't understand why anyone would want to celebrate a disaster, and it seemed that the entire town wanted to celebrate defeating the dragon rather than mourn the victims.
amount.
Ok.
It appears there were no victims.
Ian looked around and was somewhat taken aback.
"Of course the celebration needs to start right away, otherwise what kind of celebration is that?" The mayor immediately laughed and gave his answer when Ian asked.
His words made perfect sense, and Ian had no rebuttal.
"But the houses over there are still smoking." He pointed to the ruins of the houses burned by the dragon not far away. The beams had collapsed, the tiles were scattered everywhere, and the air was still filled with the smell of burning.
"Ha!" the mayor laughed heartily. "Houses can be rebuilt, and we can use these scraps to start a bonfire to celebrate, saving us time collecting wood, right?"
Ian was speechless for a moment, thinking that although the logic was strange, it actually made some sense.
"It's settled then!" The mayor clapped his hands. "Tonight, the whole village will participate in the celebration, offering our hero the most sumptuous food, the finest wine, and the loudest applause!"
And so, surrounded by enthusiastic crowds, Ian was pulled into this unexpected celebration. Night fell, bonfires were lit, the entire town was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and herbs. The craftsman directed a group of steel-type magical creatures to forge decorations from the ashes left by the dragon.
The water spirits extinguished the dangerous fire, creating a fountain-like water dance performance. People sat around the square, children chased and played in the firelight, while the elderly drank and recounted the details of the battle, embellishing the story of how Ian single-handedly defeated the evil dragon, making it sound like an epic legend.
Little Sprout and Odin sat together, listening to the exaggerated versions, and couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle. The town returned to its long-lost tranquility, with only the campfire flickering in the center of the square.
It reflects the tired but at ease faces.
Meanwhile, several healers were busy tending to the injured residents and magical creatures. A flying creature named "Mistwing Beast" had injured its wing and was receiving treatment; an old man whose arm had been burned by dragonfire was also being treated with a pale green medicine called "Healing Ointment".
The wound healed quickly.
"This potion is incredibly potent," Ian exclaimed in disbelief. "It's just a mixture of herbs, yet its effects are comparable to high-grade magic potions."
He was genuinely amazed.
"How exactly are the medicines here formulated?"
Ian approached a pharmacist.
"He's a heroic boy." The pharmacist raised his head, revealing a wrinkled but kind face: "It's very simple, just crush a few plants and mix them with some spring water."
"Just as I observed, it's that simple?"
Ian asked the question mainly because he couldn't quite accept the potency of the drug.
"Yes," the pharmacist smiled, "but the plants here are different; each one grows in land filled with magic. As long as the method is correct, the effect will be excellent."
Ian nodded, but was even more shocked.
Although these people's medicine-making methods were not complicated and did not involve magic, each potion had amazing effects. The pale green "healing ointment" applied to the wound regenerated flesh and blood in just a few minutes; the purple "morning dew" dripped into the mouth of the injured immediately woke them up from their coma.
With the body of an ordinary medicine.
Comparable to a magic potion?
"What a waste! With these things, I could even try to research the potion that brings the dead back to life with my uncle." Ian crouched down, watching a silver-white wolf-like creature called "Frost Shadow Beast" licking its newly healed paws, as if the battle just now was just an illusion.
however.
What truly shocked Ian was something else—all those who were healing had been swept by the dragon's tail, yet why were the humans' injuries less severe than those of the magical creatures?
Ian silently observed the residents and magical creatures receiving treatment. He noticed a detail: wherever the dragon's tail struck directly—be it trees, houses, or the ground—deep cracks were left, but the marks on people often showed no signs of serious injury.
Humans are even stronger than magical creatures.
Isn't this a bit too close to the original game?
Or perhaps...
Is this really the predecessor of the Aesir gods?
(End of this chapter)