In the wizarding world, there are a group of lunatics who, in their eyes, are always right. Even if they do horrific things, they still think they have saved all living things...

Most of them come from the Black Sea.

Our protagonist is special. In his eyes, he is not only right, but also not mentally ill...

It is this world that is sick.

And those lunatics should be stopped.

Because their plan is wrong.

Besides, they don't deserve it.

This is the story of a psychopathic wizard who is tenacious, courageous, and holds great ideals. He destroys the "system" and forces the demons from hell and the abyss to accompany him in saving worlds...

Let's embark on a fantastical journey to explore a beautiful and wondrous world. This time, our guide has a uniquely cerebral mind...

Astrologers, those who use the movements of celestial bodies to understand the past and present, predict the future, and reveal destiny, are a variant of the prophetic wizard.

Astrologer Pal Last initially believed this, until he rediscovered an ancient tome passed down from his ancestors—the "Guide to the Starry Passenger."

What does it mean to "use the paths of the stars as a circuit to construct formulas, and to draw on the magic of the astral realm to perform plane-level magic"? What does

it mean to "distort time and space with immense magical power and mass—this is the essence of astrology"?

What does it mean to "see what you get, and to foresee the future and pre-empt power"?

What does it mean to "give the sky stars, give the earth light, and give man the future"?

At first glance, it seems like mere fiction, but upon closer inspection, there's a deeper meaning. If only they could launch something into the sky and maintain contact with it...

this was the very first step taken by the legendary astrologer who revolutionized the school of prophecy. It was also the beginning of the career of the prophet known as the "Great Conman."

"What do you mean by conning people? We prophets are so weak in combat and so easily targeted. How can we survive if we don't learn some magic to protect ourselves?"

Link, the number one mage in the game, led his team to kill the final boss of the version, the Abyss Lord Nosamas, and a game CG appeared.

The CG is very simple, with an endless void and a dim ball of light in the void that claims to be the Lord of Light.

"Link, are you willing to save the continent of Feroman from darkness?" asked the Lord of Light.

Of course, I wouldn't dare to agree to such a grand and glorious task in real life, but can't I show off in the game?

"I do!" Link answered seriously.

"Then go ahead."

So Link was trapped in the tragic continent of Feroman.

During Allison's trial, she consistently emphasized her role as a good leader. She prevented cross-border wars upon inheriting the earldom, worked diligently while imprisoned, led trends as a singer, pursued truth as a detective, and was dedicated to her duties as a doctor. However, regarding the sacrifices of her territory, the maiming of prisoners, the deadly allure of her songs, and the unauthorized modification of patients' bodies, Allison believed that from a different perspective, these actions could be justified. After all, she was a witch.

The world was plagued by pollution, the old days were awakening, and terror spread throughout the cities. Ordinary humans, beast handlers, sequencers, the church, imperial technology, and kingdom knights could only defend themselves, constantly shrinking their survival space. It was in this context that the healing Allison ventured into the forbidden zone, pioneering her territory, recruiting refugees, and developing her followers, until one day she ascended to a divine position.

In an era where knowledge was suppressed, even physician Lyle had to be cautious in his academic research. Then, an invitation from Andre College appeared before him. Andre College, Cassandra's? Lyle examined the tombstone carefully. "Wow," he thought, "the scholars here really know how to choose a location."

Transported to a Western fantasy world, I became a noble with garbage-tier aptitude. Although I awakened a talent that lets me draw a lottery every day, most of the stuff I pulled was pure junk. Hecate had already mentally prepared to lie flat and mooch off the family forever.

But unexpectedly, the lottery talent drew the Witch Seed.

Every gift from fate has its price clearly marked.

The moment he chose the Witch Seed, his affinity with magic hit the maximum. Just breathing in a bit of air would boost his power.

But the cost was…