Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 1518 - 1516: An Unexpected Encounter

Tokyo Haneda International Airport.

A girl standing at the security check point had a large suitcase by her side. She stood there, curiously glancing around, her silky long hair slightly swaying with her movements. Even in this bustling place, her alluring charm was unmistakable.

"Haven’t arrived yet...?"

The girl murmured to herself, glancing at her wristwatch to check the time.

However, at that moment, a small hand suddenly appeared from behind her, gently tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yo."

"Ah!"

Startled by the unexpected surprise, the girl let out a small yelp. She turned her head and saw a girl with a fiery red ponytail, appearing shorter than herself, standing there, grinning at her.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m late."

"No, um... Are you Miss Red Ponytail?"

"Why so formal? Just call me Little Hong."

"Ah, alright."

Perhaps because the girl before her looked even younger, the black-haired girl seemed less tense now. She turned around and respectfully greeted the red ponytail girl.

"Nice to meet you, Little Hong. My name is Kurotou Hana... a disciple of Teacher Fiore."

"Mmm, I already heard from Fiore, but to be honest, it still comes as a bit of a surprise."

Looking at Kurotou Hana, who turned into Red Ponytail, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but feel sentimental. To be honest, when he handed that list to Fiore, he wasn’t expecting much. It was just a casual gesture to kill time, but he never imagined it would lead to this.

According to Fiore, Kurotou Hana was one of her most talented disciples — which wasn’t surprising. By Moon World Magician standards, Kurotou Hana had little to offer without a Magic Crest or many Magic Circuits. However, the Main World’s Magic System viewed things differently because Kurotou Hana possessed a bloodline akin to a "Magician," making her adept in learning Shaping Spells.

Frankly, Fang Zheng was initially shocked upon learning about Kurotou Hana’s bloodline. Still, upon reflection, it made sense. After all, if this world had Fantasy Species and Divine Spirits, it was conceivable that the Kurotou family had some connection to such, perhaps through a yokai or Fantasy Species.

After all, considering how unusual people surrounded both Kurotou Mikiya and Kurotou Hana, the theory that "only the unusual attract the unusual" in the Type Moon World made the Kurotou family’s mysterious bloodline understandable.

Ordinary people shouldn’t be able to access the Origin, right?

"Alright, I know you have a lot of questions, but let’s get on the plane first."

"Ah, yes..."

Hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Hana nodded, and the two headed straight for the security check.

The flight from Tokyo to London takes roughly twelve hours. Naturally, the World Tree of a Thousand Realms used their private plane, making the trip quite luxurious. However, for Hana, it might still be a bit overwhelming to adjust to this level of extravagance.

"Um... Little Hong?"

"Hmm? What’s up?"

Fang Zheng leaned back in his seat, pulling out a novel and looking at Hana beside him.

Thank goodness the Blood of the Sacred Demon series was still ongoing in this world. It was a relief that the author in this parallel world wasn’t dead!

"What are we going to do in the UK?"

"Didn’t Fiore tell you?"

Fang Zheng blinked curiously, while Hana sheepishly stuck out her tongue.

"Teacher only said I was invited as a representative of the World Tree of a Thousand Realms, but didn’t tell me what exactly we’re going to do..."

"Oh, we don’t really have much to do."

As Fang Zheng spoke, he turned a page in his book.

"Huh? Not much... to do?"

"If I had to say, it’s to give you a firsthand experience of how troublesome magicians in this world can be."

"Is that so? Um... Little Hong, what are magicians really like?"

"To put it nicely, they’re persistent; to put it bluntly, they’re stubborn, and most are insane lunatics."

Fang Zheng snorted, continuing to elaborate.

"You should’ve heard from Fiore already that the ultimate goal of magicians is to seek the Origin, and they’ll sacrifice everything for it. Frankly, these magicians are the kind who, if they found eating humans would lead them to the Origin, they’d do it without hesitation. The only question would be whether they prefer raw or grilled."

"Is... that so?"

Hana’s face stiffened upon hearing Fang Zheng’s grim comparison.

"Indeed, that’s why the World Tree of a Thousand Realms exists."

This new mission of the World Tree of a Thousand Realms, under Fang Zheng’s leadership, was to maintain order and hunt down evildoers, unlike before, where they blindly pursued mysteries and the Origin. Their targets were magicians and families that threatened humanity, disrupted social order, and endangered ordinary people.

Although their mission seemed similar to the Sanctuary Church, the World Tree of a Thousand Realms was irreligious, making them incompatible with the Sanctuary Church.

One point was clear: the Sanctuary Church believed in the Only God, while Fang Zheng himself was a deity. "You claim your God is almighty, so bring him out, and watch me rub him into the ground right in front of you!"

Laozi was a deity himself, and he wouldn’t allow followers of other gods to propagate nonsense like "only the Only God is a true god, others are heretics" on his turf.

Therefore, it can be said that the World Tree of a Thousand Realms and the Mage’s Association, as well as the Sanctuary Church, are completely opposed. Fang Zheng’s very existence determines that he can’t get along well with the folks at the Sanctuary Church who worship the Evil God. As for the Mage’s Association, everything currently taught by the World Tree of a Thousand Realms completely overthrows their philosophy and foundation.

After all, for the Mage’s Association and the Magicians, their lifelong effort is spent on pursuing the Origin. However, under Fang Zheng’s World Tree of a Thousand Realms, the teaching to the Magical Girls is that pursuing the Origin is fundamentally meaningless, and the disasters they bring to countless people and families in the process are what’s truly alarming.

Though pursuing the Origin is akin to drawing 18X comics where it’s a matter of personal freedom, once it brings about severely adverse effects, or extends a harmful hand to the little girl next door, that’s a different story altogether.

That’s also the fundamental reason why the World Tree of a Thousand Realms and the Mage’s Association are so opposed, because what’s most important for the Mage’s Association is basically rubbish for the World Tree of a Thousand Realms. And the parts the Mage’s Association considers insignificant are what’s most valued by the World Tree of a Thousand Realms.

This is why Fiore hoped Fang Zheng would send someone, and Fang Zheng agreed without hesitation. Previously, the World Tree of a Thousand Realms was nurturing and growing in East Asia without shining too brightly. But eventually, as the World Tree of a Thousand Realms grows and the Magical Girls form combat strength, they will inevitably venture globally to "eradicate" those Magicians who harm ordinary people and society. Thus, conflict with the Mage’s Association and those aristocrats with long histories is unavoidable.

Fang Zheng’s goal is simple, which is to sweep the old Mage’s Association and Magicians into the dustbin of history!

Since you yourselves say you’re in pursuit of the past, then go rot with the discarded stuff in the dustbin of history.

Just stop disgusting people in this world.

"Magicians, they’re essentially a bunch of immature adolescents with delusions of grandeur."

"Adolescents......with delusions?"

"Yes, like claiming ’I’m special, I’m the chosen one, I possess powers beyond the ordinary, everyone else is mundane, only I am noble, great, powerful, extraordinary...’"

Fang Zheng chuckled lightly.

"Then they find various ways to court death, and they don’t regard others as anything, but that’s normal. After all, the whole magician thing came from Europe, where the feudal hierarchy system remains unchanged. The only fate for a Commoner Princess is to die in a car accident; for those old relics, family honor, bloodline, and rank are what matter most."

Saying this, Fang Zheng shrugged.

"Of course, people everywhere have this flaw, there are many snobs. But few cause as much harm to society as magicians. Conflicts and disputes between humans are manageable, but with magicians... strictly speaking, they’re not considered human. Hidden aliens among humans might be easier to understand."

"Huh uh......"

Hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Hana was stunned.

"Is it really so?"

"Exactly. Just consider magicians as aliens who came from the Zenith Star eons ago, living on this Earth while disguising themselves as Earthlings. Though so many years have passed, these aliens offer little besides mysterious powers, yet they retain their Zenith Star arrogance, viewing humans on the ground as mere ants..."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng picked up an orange juice from beside him.

"And our duty is to make these arrogant Zenith People understand that this planet isn’t their free-spirited playground."

"Sounds...... like Black-clad Person?"

"Sort of that way, but the creatures we face are far nastier than those in Black-clad Person."

Seeing Hana recovered, Fang Zheng chuckled.

"Plus, we don’t wear black."

"But isn’t the teacher also a magician?"

"That was just making a point; I meant most of them. Of course, there are a few Magicians who retain human conscience. But precisely because of this, they often can’t become a magician. Fiore is one of them. That world is very anti-human; having humanity as a magician... it’s hard to survive in that world, and one significance of the World Tree of a Thousand Realms is providing sanctuary for those people."

Saying this, Fang Zheng looked at Hana again.

"Alright, that’s basically it. For more, you’ll need to find the answers yourself. This is also the reason Fiore wants you to go to that ghostly place to represent the World Tree of a Thousand Realms this time. Though Europe is the Mage’s Association’s base camp, you need not fear. Just play to your own style, and if anyone causes trouble, I’ll make sure to beat them up!"

"Ohohoho..."

Hana couldn’t help but laugh lightly as she watched Miss Red Ponytail wave her little fists. Although the girl before her seemed a bit crude in language and didn’t appear to be a good girl, for some reason, Hana found herself quite relaxed before her, not needing to disguise herself.

"Then I’ll leave it to you, Little Hong."

After a long twelve-hour flight, then by train and car, finally, three days later, Fang Zheng and Hana arrived at the foot of their destination.

"The United Kingdom is backward to the extreme."

Walking on the mountain path, Fang Zheng complained to Hana.

"The train is slow as hell with nothing good, the roads aren’t renovated one bit, dust swirls all the way..."

While complaining, Fang Zheng continued walking up the mountain path. Barely had her words ended when a tired voice suddenly sounded.

"I, I can’t go on, could we, could we slow down a bit, miss..."

Hearing this voice, Fang Zheng and Hana looked up to see, not far ahead, a tall man in a black trench coat gasping as he walked on the mountain path, holding onto the shoulder of a petite girl in front of him, shaking.

"But master, at this rate we won’t make it to the invitation time..."

The girl grabbed by the man spoke with a somewhat troubled tone, while the man hard-pressed extended a finger.

"... Just ten... no, five minutes. Let me sit and rest."

"Such trouble."

Faced with the man’s request, the cloaked girl sighed.

"... Just three minutes."

"Whew..."

Hearing the girl’s response, the man in the black coat sat down on a roadside rock, panting continuously, while the cloaked girl leaned against a nearby oak tree. Then they turned around—their gaze meeting Fang Zheng and Hana’s.