A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 341 Goddess of the Magic Network

"Why don't you become the God of the Magic Network?"

Mystra said with a smile.

"So, you seem pretty pleased with me, don't you?"

"What's it like to be a god? What's it like to control the lives and deaths of others? Does having endless power make you feel happy?"

Mystra seemed to have sensed Jiang Shuzhou's wavering, and He also knew that He probably had no chance of defeating Jiang Shuzhou in the present moment.

"Those mages, those ants, they are nothing. Trading their death for your rebirth, isn't that a worthwhile deal?"

"From the very first moment I saw you, Jiang Shuzhou, I knew we were the same kind of people. No, you're even more perfect than me!"

"Ruthless, merciless, and possessing extraordinary talent—what a perfect person! What a perfect god!"

"If you were to become the God of Magic, those mages would probably just become your puppets, wouldn't they?"

Mystra's words were full of seduction; He attempted to make Jiang Shuzhou inherit the Magic Network and become the new Magic Network Mage.

"You don't want to live anymore? I thought you were the kind of person who would cling to life and fear death?"

"Jiang Shuzhou, you don't understand. For us, death is nothing more than a moment of peace."

"Who's 'us' with you?"

"I will not become the God of the Magic Network, Mystra. You should be grateful that you still have the chance to be resurrected, and you should also be afraid that your chance to be resurrected may disappear at any time."

"One day, I will destroy the old magic net and then reforge a new magic net that belongs to me. It will no longer be a net that binds mages, but a net that connects everything, a net that weaves the truth."

Jiang Shuzhou said, his tone filled with determination, without the slightest wavering.

"Even Roland has chosen this path, so why do you insist on it?"

Mystra found it incredible.

"What does the path Roland took have to do with me?"

"Whatever his reasons for going down this path, it doesn't matter to me."

"I have found my path, and I will walk it firmly. Roland is just an opportunity; he is my guide, but not my leader."

"The road ahead is long, and I welcome those who will travel with me. If we part ways, I will remain steadfast."

"It is His loss that He did not reach the end of the road; I will reach the end of the road and surpass Him!"

"..."

Hearing Jiang Shuzhou's words, Mystra fell silent. He had never imagined that the person before him possessed a quality that he lacked: steadfastness.

"I acknowledge you, Jiang Shuzhou. Perhaps you really can reach that other shore."

Mystra said, her eyes filled with countless thoughts, as if she had returned to the days when she was a student, when she was young, just a little girl, stumbling into the territory of a mage.

Then, by chance, he became the disciple of a legendary mage, experiencing all the joys and sorrows. He once pursued the so-called truth, but when did he change?

Perhaps it was seeing a senior student casually solve the problem that had been on her mind day and night, or perhaps it was learning about the existence of gods, or perhaps it was knowing that even legends cannot last forever.

Perhaps it was on that ordinary afternoon, when Mystra and Matt were having afternoon tea together, that wicked idea came to fruition.

As blood splattered, Mystra killed her beloved senior brother. Similarly, from then on, there was no more Mystra, only the goddess of magic.

"Now that you've said enough, it's time for you to go, Mystra."

"I thank you for telling me about Roland. Now I know that the figure ahead of me is not out of reach. One day I will catch up with Him, and then I will ask Him myself."

"Now, it's time for you to play in the revival match."

Jiang Shuzhou no longer wanted to waste words with Mystra.

"You will put a sharp blade on your body."

With a soft thud, Mystra's body was pierced by the razor-sharp staff, pinning her firmly to the ground.

"You will be consumed by flames."

Silver flames burned fiercely, and with a wave of his hand, Jiang Shuzhou sent the flames landing on Mystra.

"You will die broken."

As Jiang Shuzhou exerted a slight force, the sphere containing the Milky Way shattered, and endless spatial turbulence overflowed. In less than a moment, Mystra's divine kingdom began to collapse, and He Himself was torn to pieces by the spatial turbulence.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Shuzhou conjured a large pile of divine crystals, all of which belonged to Mystra.

"What a pity, this might be my only chance to use this power."

Jiang Shuzhou shook his head, looking quite regretful.

Stolen power is not lasting, as can be seen from the story of Mystra.

However, while Jiang Shuzhou was still able to withstand it, he quickly used his divine power to begin acquiring plane fragments on a large scale.

These were all fragments of Mystra's shattered divine kingdom, which Jiang Shuzhou destroyed and then reformed, and together he only obtained a dozen or so pieces.

After that, Jiang Shuzhou began to refine his demiplane.

The size of a space can ultimately be defined arbitrarily, and Jiang Shuzhou doesn't care. As long as he uses the dimensional fragments, these things can be changed.

With a wave of his hand, the demiplane began to take shape. The first thing was the creation of a new magic network. This magic network was different from others, connected to Jiang Shuzhou, or rather, connected to the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood.

It is located in a hidden space, a space that is folded up, and no one can find it, not even legends.

At the same time, Jiang Shuzhou once again used his divine power to set up a barrier for the demiplane—a thin black film—to ensure that the demiplane would not be discovered.

Even legends cannot achieve this.

At the same time, the bond between the demiplane and Jiang Shuzhou began to deepen, and Jiang Shuzhou could feel that he seemed to have become the will of this demiplane.

However, this was merely an illusion. Unless Jiang Shuzhou continued to use the power of the magic network, he would not be able to fully control this demiplane.

"Time here is thirty times faster than outside."

After speaking, Jiang Shuzhou used up his last bit of divine power to adjust the time in the demiplane to thirty times that of the main plane.

Then, Jiang Shuzhou teleported himself to a safe place.

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Deserted island.

"Cough cough, this feels really bad."

With a whoosh, the waves crashed against the hull, and Jiang Shuzhou found himself on a dilapidated ship.

This is the deserted island where he was stranded years ago, and this ship is the pirate ship he used to kill pirates.

The trees on the island had long since grown, but everywhere there were rotten, broken logs, seemingly telling the story of the brutality of those who felled them.

Jiang Shuzhou stood up from the boat and patted off non-existent dust from his clothes.

"I never expected to end up here again."

The weakness caused by the loss of power made Jiang Shuzhou feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not long ago, he was an omnipotent god, but now he has become an ordinary high-level mage.

"Forget it, it's not my own after all. Besides, as long as there's some benefit, that's fine."

Jiang Shuzhou muttered to himself, then glanced behind him, cast a teleportation spell, and left.

He will set off again from here.