The world is mysterious.

John was in the temple of thought, and he could wander everywhere with a single thought.

His temple of mind, powered by psychic magic.

Those eyes that cover every part of the world, like the size of a mote of dust, provide him with the basis for all the ubiquitous.

And the price is to pay his whole attention here.

The only carrier of the world's most sophisticated surveillance system is John's brain.

John looked at the Azure Planet, and he reached out and touched it lightly, causing it to spin.

As it rotates, there are places on the planet that are in the uncharted void.

John stared at these places, the world was far more mysterious than he knew.

"Able to isolate surveillance." He reached out and touched a blank space in New York.

There is a place inside that cannot be entered by motes.

Or rather, some kind of magic and technology that isolates these.

John's motes can even enter the defense base, but they can't get inside.

His mind moved, and the expansion of the planet enveloped him.

Constantly falling around, John is in the heart of New York in the United States.

In the most prosperous city in the world today, no one could see him as pedestrians walked by.

He was standing in the middle of the street, and a passing car passed through his body.

"It's an amazing feeling." John is now a ghost.

He was not seen walking, and the streetscape began to pull back.

It looked like the world was being pulled and he didn't move.

I went all the way from Queens to Manhattan, New York.

Here he saw that blank space.

It was no different from the surroundings, but he knew that there should have been a building in this place.

"Magic."

His mind stretched toward the void, and he touched a barrier.

The mind stopped, and did not move on.

John's eyes narrowed, as if trying to see through what was behind the barrier.

On the other side of the barrier, a strangely dressed black man changed his complexion.

"Someone tried to break into the temple."

He immediately became ready for battle.

And he didn't perceive anyone outside at all, and he couldn't even detect anyone approaching if it weren't for the magic warning in the temple.

Who will be the one coming?

The brains of blacks are in a mess, and they can't get the identity of outsiders.

And John only touched it lightly, and had no intention of forcing his way in.

"It could be a wizard, or it could be some other power." John wondered which wizard had done it.

But just like there is an anti-illusion spell, it's understandable that some old wizards are reluctant to come into contact with people to make this thing.

Retracting his thoughts, John quickly departed from the ground under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in his temple of thought.

"It's a little small."

John glanced at the Temple of Thinking, and as he recorded all kinds of data in this world, the Temple of Thinking was quickly filled.

His hands were spread out, and the coins around him expanded.

In the white space, it quickly covers out.

The endless temple can no longer be called a temple, John prefers to call it the cerebral civic.

As long as he thinks in his heart, he can change it here.

It's just that the enlarged Civic is also a bit of a burden for John.

He is not a god after all, so much data is recorded, and the Fantastic Beasts Sanctuary is marked.

And Muggle technology, which he had also figured out in that secret laboratory.

From fruit juicers to submarine nuclear power plants.

The technology that all countries held tightly in their hands was taken out by John with the convenience of the Civic of his brain.

It's just that

With these techniques, it will take a while to understand the gap between Muggles and wizards.

He was going to hand these things over to the Alchemy Department, so that they could transform all these things into magic power technology in the next ten years.

There was also research into various drugs, and although potions had better healing properties than Muggle medicines, he found that there were some things in Muggles that were not at all like what could be made now.

Whatever it was, John copied it all in one go.

Even the hundreds of quills in the Civic of the brain have been scrapped, and they have only taken away less than a tenth of your knowledge in the ocean.

Using the brain Civic, John travels around the world.

His mind is projected in the East, then to America, and then to Neon.

He's been to all the places where there are secrets.

But even if this is the case, it is impossible to monitor them all.

"I need the Eternal Witch King's throne."

John, with his own psychic magic, could only do so at best.

If he wants to cover all aspects and make himself ubiquitous, he can only use the Eternal Witch King's Throne.

...

John in the Magic Tower slowly woke up.

His eyes opened, and there was a flash of exhaustion in them.

It's dark now.

I felt something in my arms, and when I looked down, Tom lay there and didn't know how long he had been asleep.

Perceiving the passage of time, John stayed in it for nearly half a month this time.

Basil is not there, he closes one eye and sees that Basil is looking for an owl all over the city.

Riddle saw him wake up and flew over and stepped on Tom's head.

John stroked its head and apologized, "This time I stayed a little longer."

Riddle tilted his head and looked at the Star Spirit who was crawling on John's shoulder.

Hector and Hermo quarreled as they crawled back, and Tom woke up.

As soon as he woke up, Tom felt like his head was heavy.

Trying to look up, Riddle's feet were caught and couldn't lift up.

The golden runes on Riddle's black feathers flashed, making Tom like a monkey who couldn't escape the suppression.

Raising his hand to remove Riddle from Tom's head, John made a slow motion with his left hand and right hand to make the two star spirits fall.

Tom was also removed from his lap by him.

Standing up and stretching, the white dots grew smaller and larger.

Basil flies into the magic tower with a feather in his mouth.

Holding out his hand to Basil, John walked outside.

The weather was nice today, and although it was evening, there were not many clouds.

As time passes, there are more sunny days than snowy days.

There is also a warning sign on the ice lake to remind those little wizards that there may be an accident with ice skating here.

Nice weather, maybe good for the throne.

John lowered his arm, and Basil flew up and landed on Tom's head, who had just been freed.

This made Tom stop and he shook his head in an attempt to shake Basil off.

Basil didn't move, no matter how Tom jumped, it just didn't move in the slightest.

At last Tom howled impatiently, and he slapped his wings on Tom's head.

Tom was dazed and physically shut down.

Seeing that it didn't move, Basil flew to the shelf.

John smiled and pulled out a bottle from his bag.

The red potion was as bright as blood.

Magical blood.

It wasn't enough to just sit on it, John had to use the Eternal Witch King's Throne and the Magic Tower to wield one of the most powerful spells.

He moved his fingers, and the lid of the bottle was opened.

Looking at the blood-red color, John reached into his small bag.

He took out a neatly folded piece of parchment.

"Happy forever?"

He stared

With this wishlist.

Take out a vial of Magical Beast's blood from your handbag and add it to the Magical Blood.

Watching the changes in the magical blood, John walked towards the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

The right hand was raised, and the Sword of Silver Wick appeared.

Aim at the vacant position of a sword on the throne of the Eternal Witch King.

The sword in his hand thrust hard into the throne of the Witch King.

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