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In the end, Morin and the others successfully sent Arthur to prison.
Even though there was no conviction yet, the objective had been achieved.
The media, of course, didn't miss the chance. They dug into the cause and process of Arthur's imprisonment and put everything on display. From that point on, the Arthur Group couldn't conduct business at all.
A large portion of the evidence came from an "anonymous Good Samaritan."
Daniel and Dylan's group successfully entered the Eye of Providence.
So did Morin and Catrina.
"Hm... it's about time to leave."
Morin thought this as he sat in the car on the way to the Eye of Providence.
Life wasn't just about making money or leveling up.
There were far more interesting things out there.
If he were a pure grinder, he'd probably still be stuck in the first world, endlessly farming.
Fortunately, he wasn't.
That would've been boring.
Compared to grinding levels and fighting monsters, Morin preferred traveling through unknown worlds and picking up more interesting abilities.
Power was necessary, of course.
But leveling a profession to an extremely high rank through normal means took too long.
Morin didn't want to waste that much time in a single world.
Reaching a solid level was enough.
That was the most cost-effective choice.
As for when he'd reach even higher levels-
That depended on fate.
With so many worlds, opportunities were inevitable.
And if he really needed power, he could always go back to his original world and grind slowly.
So why had Morin stayed this long?
Because of what came next.
If not for the systematic study of magic, he would've left long ago.
Why would he linger otherwise?
Then again...
With so many acquaintances here, and the possibility of encountering them again in other worlds-
Could he do something about that?
Morin paused.
His eyes lit up.
He went straight to Bradley and pulled out a camera.
"What are you doing?" Bradley was caught off guard.
"After this, I'm going to a very, very far place," Morin said while adjusting the camera and placing a hand on Bradley's shoulder.
"I probably won't be back for a long time."
"Come on. Let's take a picture. I'll miss you."
"...Something about that sounds weird," Bradley muttered, but he still took the photo.
Morin checked the picture, nodded in satisfaction, and went off to find his next target.
It took Bradley a while to realize it.
Was Morin implying that when he came back... Bradley wouldn't be around anymore?
Was he worried Bradley would die?
Bradley was so angry he nearly exploded.
"Come on, Daniel. I'll miss you too."
Morin didn't care what Bradley was thinking. He'd already moved on to Daniel.
"I feel like something's off," Daniel frowned. He wasn't against taking photos-after all, they'd worked together for a year and were on good terms.
"Where exactly are you going?"
"Didn't I say it already?" Morin checked the photo and nodded.
"A very, very far place."
Then he turned to Dylan.
"Come on, Dylan. Let's take a few too."
"Huh?" Dylan froze.
Click. Click.
"Don't just stand there. Try a different pose."
"Smile a little. A real smile."
"...Never mind. I'll just hypnotize you."
Dylan: "???"
...
Everyone in the car watched Morin harass Dylan into taking no fewer than twenty photos.
Their expressions grew increasingly solemn.
What was going on?
And even if he was taking pictures, why only with Daniel, Bradley, and Dylan?
And why so many with Dylan?
Henley and Merritt exchanged glances.
They barely knew Morin and were starting to wonder if he had some... issues.
Morin calmly hypnotized Dylan, arranged him into various poses, took solo shots and group photos, nodded in satisfaction, and released the hypnosis.
After that, he took one photo with everyone else.
Just one.
Half-hearted.
He explained that it wasn't because he didn't want more-just that the camera memory was almost full.
Everyone laughed and said it was fine.
Soon, the car arrived at one of the Eye of Providence's headquarters.
The Royal Observatory in Greenwich.
Daniel and Dylan's group were taken away to learn the Eye's history and meet the elders.
Morin, led by Bradley, headed elsewhere.
"I didn't realize it until I asked," Morin said. "Your authority is impressive."
Morin and Catrina joining could be explained by connections.
Daniel and Dylan's group was different.
They had impersonated the Eye of Providence and caused chaos.
Bradley not only resolved it cleanly, he even arranged for them to join officially and assist Morin's mission.
That wasn't something an ordinary member could do.
Morin had already suspected this.
Before coming, he'd found Bradley and told him directly that he didn't want to deal with formalities-he just wanted to learn magic.
Bradley had verbally refused.
But his actions said otherwise.
"You should know," Bradley said smugly, "a magician's natural enemy is a magic debunker."
"And I am a magic debunker."
"What do you think my status is in the Eye?"
"A public enemy?" Morin guessed. "Like a rat crossing the street?"
"Bullshit," Bradley rolled his eyes.
"I'm an overseer."
"I supervise those who abuse magic, steal the Eye's name, or use low-level tricks to deceive people. Exposing them and making sure they're punished-that's my job."
"So your status is high," Morin said calmly.
It made sense.
Without authority, who would listen?
"Hmph. Not the highest," Bradley said proudly.
"But I can easily resolve personnel issues and magic-teaching problems."
"I see..." Morin nodded, deep in thought.
Bradley suddenly felt uneasy.
He glanced at Morin.
That guy is definitely plotting something again.
After a year together, Bradley knew him well.
"Why are you looking at me?" Morin asked.
I haven't even done anything yet.
Do you have precognition or something?
"No matter what you're thinking," Bradley warned,
"I'm taking you to the most heavily guarded place in the Eye."
"No bad ideas. If you mess up, I'll be punished-and you'll be punished badly."
"Relax," Morin chuckled.
"Do I look like someone who causes trouble?"
"You don't look like it. You are."
Despite his words, Bradley led Morin into an attic.
Inside, it resembled a library.
Shelves of books filled the space.
What confused Morin was that the interior was far larger than the attic's exterior.
"Spatial structure magic," Bradley explained.
"Unfortunately, no one's been able to learn it for a long time."
"No one?" Morin asked.
"The lineage broke. And... other reasons," Bradley said, pointing upward.
"As society industrialized, natural magic thinned."
"Really?" Morin replied mildly.
"You absorb magic faster than anyone I've seen," Bradley said with envy.
"And you can store more than anyone too."
"That's why you never notice."
"Others don't have your talent. Cherish it."
"I will," Morin nodded.
"So... no guards?"
"The protection is magical," Bradley said.
"To take a book, you need contribution points. Think of it as a key."
"So how many points do I have?" Morin asked, scanning the shelves.
He sensed the hidden spells and abandoned his earlier idea.
Originally, he'd planned to sweep all the books into his storage space, leave the world, then return one second later and put them back.
Technically not stealing.
But now?
That plan died immediately.
This place was a real threat.
"So," Morin said, "let's see what I can honestly learn."
"Points come from missions or money," Bradley said.
"Want to donate?"
"Let's start with how many I earned," Morin replied.
"...Alright," Bradley sighed.
"Fifty thousand."
"That's plenty," Morin nodded.
"How much can I exchange?"
"Aren't you curious why it's so much?" Bradley asked, annoyed that Morin wasn't surprised.
"Will asking increase it?"
"No."
"Then why ask?"
"...."
Bradley fell silent.
Annoyingly, Morin was right.
"Here," Bradley said, handing him a token.
"How far it goes depends on what you choose."
"I understand," Morin said.
"Can I start?"
"Go ahead."
"How do I pick?" Morin asked.
"Say the name and it selects automatically?"
"Of course not," Bradley snapped.
"That wastes magic."
He led Morin to a computer.
"Use this. The library system."
"...Very modern," Morin remarked.
"We're short on funds," Bradley sighed.
Morin logged in and searched.
"What books cover all fundamental magic theory?"
"That's broad," Bradley said.
"And vague."
"Are you sure you don't want something more practical?"
"I have my reasons," Morin smiled.
...
The following days, Morin stayed in the Royal Observatory.
Reading.
Learning.
The Eye's long history preserved vast magic knowledge.
Much of it was tricks.
Morin ignored those.
He wanted magic.
He chose fundamentals over spells for a reason.
Fundamentals were the base.
He knew how to use magic.
But not why it worked.
That was just applying formulas.
Understanding principles meant creating something new.
Formula use versus mastery.
Completely different.
Fifty thousand points.
Spells would boost him fast-but hit a ceiling.
Fundamentals promised limitless growth.
That was Morin's choice.
...
A month later.
Even at Morin's speed, fifty thousand points took a full month.
He also realized why he'd been given so many.
Five hundred million dollars.
Fair exchange.
The Eye was good at that.
"You're leaving?" Bradley asked.
"Yes," Morin nodded.
"I've learned what I needed."
"I have an ability," Bradley said.
"Precognition, sort of."
"Not perfect."
"But useful."
"I have a feeling you're going very far."
"And?"
"That's it."
"That's... short," Morin said.
"Stop being vague," Bradley scowled, then laughed.
"But here's a guess."
"Your actions are strange. No clear goal."
"You chase money, then spend it freely."
"It's like you're drifting."
"But someone with your power must have a goal."
"Otherwise, you'd stop."
"So the only explanation is-"
"Your goal is huge. And distant."
"How far?"
Morin looked at the sky.
"Something that makes me stay..."
He sighed.
"Do you see the stars?"
"It's daytime."
"I know," Morin twitched.
"Just play along."
"That's one goal."
"...That's big," Bradley murmured.
"One more thing," he added.
"What would make you stop forever?"
Morin's eyes narrowed.
He imagined familiar figures.
An aging couple.
A small child.
"Only them."
"...Did I say something wrong?" Bradley asked.
"No," Morin smiled.
"Thank you. I'll remember you."
"Honored?" Bradley joked.
"Not necessary," Morin said, patting his shoulder.
"You're a friend."
"Where are they?"
"Studying elsewhere," Bradley replied.
"Why?"
Before Morin answered, Bradley asked,
"How were your gains?"
"Very fruitful."
"Let's have a party before I go."
"Where to?"
"Far away," Morin said.
"The Eye won't forbid it, right?"
"Of course not," Bradley said.
"People party all the time."
"Attracting attention, as long as they don't talk."
"I see why the Eye's declining."
"One of many reasons," Bradley shrugged.
Night.
The party was simple.
Eating. Drinking. Games.
Since it was Morin's farewell, he became the target.
Daniel. Dylan. Bradley.
None succeeded.
Morin didn't even blush.
Past-life drinking records aside, his physique handled alcohol effortlessly.
And if needed-
Storage space.
Magic fluctuations couldn't detect it.
Solutions always exceeded problems.
Eventually, everyone else passed out.
Morin remained sober.
"You cheated," Catrina said, the only one who hadn't drunk.
"No," Morin shook his head.
"I didn't need to."
"Walk?" she asked.
"What, should I say no?" Morin shrugged.
They stepped over unconscious bodies and left the villa.
Catrina was his closest friend here.
But nothing changed between them.
They talked.
And didn't.
The next morning, Bradley woke with a headache.
Catrina stood nearby, eyes red.
"That man," Bradley sighed.
"He doesn't belong here."
"Then where?"
"I don't know."
"But far away."
-
Morin stood among the stars once more.
The sight never lost its impact.
Here, even he felt small.
Strong ant.
That's all.
"The gains here exceeded expectations..."
He reviewed everything calmly.
Levels and professions were secondary.
Knowledge was the real prize.
He'd absorbed centuries of magic theory.
And it paid off.
A sphere of light formed in his hand.
[Light Orb].
His first self-created spell.
A true mage.
The first step was done.
That was why he left.
At his current stage, activating a new profession was optimal.
The stars shifted.
One broke free.
Light enveloped him.
[World Selected - The Dark Knight Trilogy]
[Please choose - Location]
[Please choose - New Profession]
[Please choose - Timeline]
Morin: "..."
First Sloan.
Then Bradley.
Now this world had Lucius Fox.
Morgan Freeman.
You really won't leave me alone, will you?
Speechless, Morin chose the hardest profession.
Not FBI.
Not CIA.
Not IRS.
In Gotham?
Police.
GCPD.
Corrupt. Weak. Blind.
A real challenge.
Then he noticed something unexpected.
"I can choose the timeline?"
Was this world special?
Or all future ones?
No answer.
As usual.
He skipped straight to a week before Batman's debut.
Too long would be dangerous.
He might cause too much trouble.
With his... proactive nature...
A month could rebuild Gotham.
A year could perfect it.
But without profit?
Not worth it.
He chose a street near the station.
On arrival, his storage held ten thousand dollars and IDs.
Since gaining storage-
The system hadn't given him anything else.