Shameless!
Malfoy's mouth twitched as he cursed Louis internally.
Those guys getting sent to the infirmary was clearly your doing, and now that you've had your revenge, you're still threatening them?
He thought it, but didn't dare say it out loud. Swallowing his anger, Malfoy nodded stiffly. "I'll let them know."
Just you wait… I'll tell my father about this. He'll get you expelled! Malfoy muttered silently in his heart.
He had learned his lesson—the hard way. Threatening this Mudblood always led to immediate retaliation. Both nightmares he had suffered were definitely connected to Louis.
He decided to wait until everything settled down—after this Mudblood had been punished and kicked out—then he'd show up to mock him.
To be fair, pressure breeds growth. Malfoy had changed—from a reckless Slytherin who could out-Gryffindor a Gryffindor, to someone far more cautious. That, in its own way, was progress.
After absorbing the Mystic Eye of Distortion, Louis spent a while adapting to it. In that time, he accidentally opened his eye once, twisting one of his suitcases into a spiral—along with all the clothes inside. He even twisted an entire bag of dried mice meant for Fafnir into a mashed lump.
Fafnir complained endlessly, but once Louis cleaned up the mess and shoved the mouse mash into his mouth, the little dragon went quiet.
It took Louis half an hour to fully master the Mystic Eye of Distortion's power, learning to activate and suppress it at will. But in the process, the damage he caused was… significant.
—Including traumatizing Draco Malfoy, who was curled up in bed at one point, genuinely convinced Louis was about to kill him.
Fortunately, no one—human or animal—had been hurt.
The Mystic Eye of Distortion twisted its target directly, with no resistance or checks, as if commanding the two ends of an object to move independently.
In theory, as long as it was within his field of vision, no matter the size or material, it could be twisted.
If he looked at a person… they'd likely be wrung out like a wet towel, all their blood squeezed out, left as a grotesquely twisted husk.
Cruel and overpowered. Honestly, Louis might as well take Voldemort's job—he was way more terrifying than that guy.
Once the Mystic Eye was fully digested, Louis opened his eyes and looked at Malfoy.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Louis asked politely.
"W-what do you want?!" Malfoy clutched his pillow, horrified.
With the doorframe and panels twisted into knots, and warped objects scattered all around Louis, it was no wonder Malfoy was regretting returning early. He should have waited for Crabbe and Goyle to finish dinner and walked back with them.
"I mean," Louis said with a bright smile, "if you've got stuff to do, you can leave. You understand?"
Malfoy froze for a second, his little brain working overtime under pressure.
"I understand!" he nodded frantically, bolted out of the dorm like his life depended on it.
Louis was pleased with Malfoy's self-preservation skills. After getting up, he set a confusion charm at the doorway to deter any intrusions, and only then began absorbing the Eyes of Fate Observation.
The two crystal-clear orbs, their depths glittering like starry seas, dissolved into streams of light and merged with his eyes.
Compared to the violent process of absorbing the Mystic Eye, this was soothing—like warm water bathing his eyeballs. It made him feel so relaxed, he nearly drifted off.
Just as Louis was about to fall asleep, with his eyes shut and the world pitch-black, he suddenly felt like he could see a sky full of stars.
Countless dazzling threads extended through the starfield like strings of a grand marionette, dangling down into the world.
Louis abruptly opened his eyes.
His left eye now bore three tomoe, which, bathed in starlight, melted into glowing rings—like halos—hidden deep within his pupils. His right eye shimmered with rainbow light, gradually transforming into a swirling galaxy.
But that wasn't the important part.
What mattered was—his vision had changed.
Above his head was a vast sea of stars, and from his own body extended translucent threads. Each one stretched far into the sky, disappearing into that infinite cosmos.
He reached out, trying to touch one.
Suddenly, both eyes burned with pain, and the vision snapped back to normal.
He was once again sitting on his dormitory bed. No threads on his body. No starry sky above. It was as if the whole thing had been an illusion.
But the vivid sensation—and the burning heat in his eyes—told him otherwise.
"That was… fate?" Louis muttered to himself.
Was the starry sky the embodiment of fate? And the strings, the manifestation of how fate controlled people?
He didn't have an answer. But he knew—it was worth studying.
Setting aside the brief shift in perception, Louis turned his attention to analyzing his new eye powers.
First, the Sharingan. After being enhanced by the Eyes of Fate Observation, its pupil now resembled the concentric rings of the Rinnegan. However, its abilities hadn't changed. "Boosted to the limit" meant just that—no extra bells and whistles.
His illusionary power was now strong enough to control life and death. He could manipulate the flow of time within illusions, making someone live out decades in just a few seconds of real time.
As for his copying ability? It was… okay. Mainly it just enhanced his memory. Not really impressive. Like going from memorizing an image in 0.01 seconds to 0.0001 seconds—technically cool, but who cares?
The real powerhouse here was the Mystic Eye of Distortion.
Even in its base form, it was so absurdly strong that Louis questioned why it had even been included in the premium-tier draw. But it was, so he wasn't complaining.
Its original ability—twisting all matter within sight—was already near the pinnacle of magical power.
But now, after enhancement from the Eyes of Fate Observation, it had gotten even more broken.
First, it gained x-ray and micro-vision.
The x-ray part was easy to grasp—he could now twist matter through walls, without needing direct line of sight. Epic-tier buff.
Second—and this one was insane—it gave him microscopic vision.
How microscopic?
He could now see atoms and electrons.
Yep. Atomic-level eyesight.
Guess I'll go craft a nuclear bomb by hand! Louis joked to himself.
Okay, that was a joke. He wasn't actually crazy enough to try that. Plus, twisting a few electrons in a single atom wasn't nearly enough—you'd need to hit critical mass to get anything nuclear-worthy.
And anyway, compared to the second upgrade, a bomb would be nothing more than party confetti.
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