Chapter 116: The Secret Hidden in the Rain
Hope was completely flattered by Hodu's few words, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed no matter what.
Laughing aside, his heart was actually moved by what was said.
Back then, when he was willing to give up the position of Association president, wasn't it because he valued Hodu's solid strength, expecting him to use his fists to break the deadlock, push forward the things he hadn't managed to accomplish, and stir up the stagnant pool of the Magical World?
Now look at Hodu; instead, he handed the opportunity back into his hands, patted his chest to guarantee him, and let him personally realize the wish of his youth.
No matter how he thought about it, it was more reliable than handing it over to someone else.
His heart was tempted, but he still had to exchange a couple of polite phrases with his mouth.
"Not at all, not at all. I am getting old and cannot compare with you young people."
Hope waved his hand, but wrinkles of a smile piled all over his face, bunching up the creases at the corners of his eyes.
"How old are you even? Just right, I am currently about to develop a few longevity Potion formulas, guaranteed to give you plenty of time to put your ambitions into practice one by one."
How could Hodu fail to see that this old man was already blooming with joy in his heart? He quickly struck while the iron was hot.
"Then... shall we give it a try?"
Hope stepped down the stairs smoothly, his eyes shining like a fox's, showing not a trace of old age.
"Let us try! From now on, everything will depend on you, Director Hodu."
Hodu stood up, extended his hand toward Hope, and the slight smile at the corner of his mouth was meaningful.
Hope no longer put on airs, stood up, and grasped it firmly.
At this step, even if Hope wanted to go back on his word, Hodu would not possibly give him the chance.
The two sat down again, the old man and the youth holding hot tea and drinking slowly. Outside the window, the rain made a rustling sound, and in a trance, Hopeseemed to have already caught sight of a bright prospect.
"Right, what does the Management Office specifically manage?"
After finishing half a cup of tea, Hope finally remembered this matter. He had to figure out how the tasks under his hands were specifically divided.
Although it governed the Four Departments overhead, there should still be a clear focus.
"It is mainly to guide the newly emerging Wizard groups, lead them to adapt to the Magical World, and incidentally let them know who the person in charge of the Guangfa Realm is."
Hodu gently blew a breath into his own teacup, letting the steam dissipate a little, and said unhurriedly.
Hope was a bit dazed, not quite understanding, and turned his head to look at Hodu.
"Weren't newborn Wizards previously under the jurisdiction of the Department of Citizens? Such a small matter, wouldn't it be finished if the Department of Citizens handled it?"
Old Huo ah, having struggled through the ranks all these years, you do not lack experience, but your vision is still a bit shallow.
Hodu shook his head, earnest and meaningful.
"I would love to hear the details."
Hope was indeed confused, and did not mind that slight change in address, slightly tilting his head to wait to listen to Hodu's high discourse.
"When you handed the position of president into my hands back then, wasn't it just wanting me to dismantle and rebuild the existing pattern of the Guangfa Realm, suppress the family forces, and clear out a larger territory for ordinary Wizards?"
"To say something immodest, I have already accomplished this matter."
"The method is very simple—dilution."
Hodu opened up the conversation, speaking in a very logical and orderly manner.
"Dilution? What does that mean?"
Seeing him speak with such certainty, Hope inexplicably felt a hint of an ominous premonition rise from the bottom of his heart, and his eyelids twitched gently twice, as if something was reminding him.
"As long as the base of our ordinary Wizards becomes larger, now those Five Great Families—oh, it's The Four Great Families now, their proportion will naturally drop. Once the proportion drops, what kind of waves can they still stir up? I call this move dilution."
"But where can we find so many ordinary Wizards? Could it be introducing them from the outside? I'm afraid that might not be very appropriate."
"First, external Wizards bring their own cultural habits, and being unfamiliar with the place, they inevitably group together. Once they group together, they take root, and perhaps grow new family forces. Second, where can we find so many willing to migrate over? The number of Wizards in our Guangfa Realm is considered a large population even in other Magical Worlds; relying on such a tiny bit of introduction, we simply cannot dilute anything."
Hope straightened his face and analyzed it for him one by one.
Hodu raised a hand to interrupt his words.
"I am clear about everything you said. Rest assured, this batch of new Wizards are not external monks, they are produced locally by ourselves."
"Locally self-produced?"
"Correct. I recently did a study and figured out a way to transform Muggles into Wizards. With this method, we will naturally have as many Wizards as we want."
"What method?!"
"This is no small matter. You couldn't have already taken action, could you?"
Hope's pupils constricted, his body unconsciously straightened up, and his voice tightened.
That ominous premonition in his heart grew thicker and thicker.
"You actually did it? How many have you transformed?"
Hope stared at Hodu's face and immediately understood—how was this any plan? This was clearly a concrete deed that was being done, or perhaps even already finished.
He stood up all at once, his tone urgent.
This matter was too big; pushing it forward rashly would probably poke out countless troubles, let alone if the news leaked, the Muggles side would definitely explode.
"Well, as for the quantity, at least it's enough to dilute the Wizard forces."
Hodu turned his chair to face the window. Outside, the rain threads were dense and rapid, and he had a nonchalant tone.
Hope's heart sank abruptly, his eyes widening.
To be able to dilute the family forces of the entire Magical World, that was at least a starting quantity of one hundred thousand.
Looking at Hodu's appearance again, it was clear that it had already been accomplished.
He was both shocked and somewhat numb.
Only at this moment did he savor the taste: how was the position of the Management Office any good job? It was clearly Hodu dragging him over to clean up a mess.
Those empty promises from earlier floated into his heart one by one, and now listening to them, the taste had completely changed.
He even wanted to throw down his burdens and quit, returning to his own academy to be a Dean—how peaceful that would be, why make a fuss at this age?
But thinking about it in a flash, the matter had already happened, complaining was useless, and he could only resign himself to fate.
He sighed softly, sat back down in the chair, and looked out following Hodu's gaze.
Raindrops pattered and smashed against the window, beating out a sound that was sometimes hurried and sometimes slow, which actually made his anxious mood relax a little.
Thinking about it again, even a method like transforming Muggles into Wizards could be produced; it was truly shocking.
Hodu's talent and methods in magic once again weighed down the balance in his mind.
Right now he only had one thought left: what on earth was this method about?
Potions? Ancient magic? Or something else?
Have the transformed Wizards experienced any issues? Are there side effects? Compared to normally born Wizards, how much worse is their Guangfa level?
He had to ask all these clearly.
"If it is convenient, can you tell me, what method on earth is used to convert Muggles into Wizards?"
After all, deep down Hope still suppressed a portion of curiosity toward unknown magic, and his own skills were fed bit by bit like this.
Hodu looked out the window, his tone calm and ordinary.
"Rainwater."
"As long as you inject sufficiently strong magic into the rainwater, you can contaminate Muggles into Wizards."
"Rainwater containing high-intensity magic... This path is quite novel. Muggles turned into Wizards without any awareness, without even triggering confu—"
Hope nodded while analyzing further down. As he spoke, his tongue suddenly tied in a knot.
The rain outside the window was still falling.
The expression on his face froze bit by bit.
Chapter 117 The Biggest Scapegoat in History, First Prime Minister of the Magic Empire
Hope's neck felt as heavy as lead, turning inch by inch toward the curtain of rain outside the window.
His mouth opened and closed, looking for all the world as if he had swallowed a live fly.
"The... the rain you mentioned, it couldn't be the one falling outside right now, could it..."
Having lived all these years, Hope believed he had seen it all, but right now his tongue felt knotted, unable to even speak straight.
"That's right."
Hodu looked at him with a warm smile hanging on his face and nodded.
Bang!
Hope stumbled, taking a large step backward, knocking over the chair behind him with a dull thud.
He stared fixedly into Hodu's eyes, opening his mouth several times before squeezing out his words.
"This rain... this rain is quite heavy..."
"Mm, anywhere it can reach, it probably has."
Hodu rubbed his chin, a tone of serious calculation in his voice.
Hearing this, Hope stood rooted to the spot, as if he had been hit by Petrificus Totalus, his eyes not even moving.
It took several minutes before he broke out of that state, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying.
His regrets now ran deep.
Whether he regretted handing over the position of Association President, or regretted stepping into this office just now, he couldn't even tell anymore.
Hope took a deep breath, swallowing back the anger surging in his throat, and looked up at Hodu.
That grand sir was smiling indifferently, waiting for him to process it.
Hope accepted his fate, bent down to pick up the fallen chair, sat back down, and stripped all expressions from his face, leaving only a complete numbness.
"Looks like you've turned the corner. That's great, I knew I didn't misjudge you."
Hodu grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, his tone full of praise.
When these words poured into Hope's ears, no matter how he listened, they pricked at him.
He felt Hodu was making fun of him.
"Tell me, how many people will turn into Wizards, when is the earliest the changes will begin, and are there really no side effects?"
Hope asked with a wooden face, popping out the questions one by one.
"Hmm, as for how many people... according to my estimations, it should be all of them.
Of course, we can't rule out a few rare exceptions with special constitutions slipping through the cracks.
As for the time, we'll see the results tomorrow morning.
Don't worry, this method is harmless with no side effects."
A glint of contemplation floated in Hodu's eyes as he answered unhurriedly.
There shouldn't have been any side effects in the first place; magic would resolve all trouble.
The benefits were far greater, too.
All the unlucky bastards lying in hospital beds waiting to die across the entire continent—as long as they survived tonight, they could check out of the hospital first thing tomorrow morning.
magic was everything, and his magic was different from other Wizards; his magic really was everything.
After hearing all this, not a single ripple stirred in Hope's heart; he was probably completely numb.
"Look on the bright side. At least from this moment on, Wizards will no longer be a secret.
So what if others know Wizards exist? Can they beat a Wizard holding nuclear weapons in their hands?
From now on, in this land, Wizards can walk around openly and proudly. Isn't that the dream you've been talking about all along?"
Hodu began painting grand visions for Hope again, one pie in the sky after another.
"My dream?"
Hope repeated emotionlessly. So in the end, all the blame was dumped on his head.
But he had to admit that Hodu might not be wrong.
Wizards might truly be able to walk freely under the sun, no longer having to worry about Muggles persecuting them, because that line was gone. Everyone was a Wizard; where were there any Muggles left?
"Besides, don't act like you got a raw deal when you're actually getting a bargain.
It's true you were the President of the Wizards Federationbefore, but how many people did you manage?
Even though you are now only the Director of the Management Office under the Association, the number of people under your command has increased ten thousandfold!
What kind of concept is that?
You've gone from a minor President to a powerful Management Office Director—just don't smother your giggles in your blanket when you dream!"
Hodu talked eloquently with an expression of having seen through everything.
"Of course, I know you think this title isn't grand enough.
No problem, I'll satisfy you.
For the sake of this wish of yours, I've decided that once everything settles down, we will directly establish a Magic Empire, and I'll confer upon you the title of Prime Minister."
Hodu patted his chest, guaranteeing faithfully.
Hope's numb face instantly collapsed, and he nearly leaped out of his chair in anxiety.
So this became his fault again?!
"Don't talk nonsense!
I have no such wish!"
"Relax!
I get you; I see through it, but I won't call you out.
Once you become the first Prime Minister of the Magic Empire, you'll leave a glorious name for generations, and future history books will record your deeds!"
Hodu looked as if he understood completely, knowing Hope cared about face and wouldn't wear fame and fortune on his sleeve, so he directly skipped over the topic.
Hope's face swelled with complete despair.
He could already imagine how future history books would write it.
He single-handedly bewitched Hodu into carrying out an evil transformation plan, and egged Hodu on to establish a Magic Empire. At that time, he would be a treacherous minister in the history books, with all the blame dumped on him, while Hodu, who actually did it, would end up looking as innocent as a white lotus.
People's hearts are unpredictable and moral standards are declining; how had he failed to see earlier that this guy named Ho, despite his young age, had so many twists and turns in his head?
But on second thought, Prime Minister?
Just those two words pouring into his ears made him feel an itch in the marrow of his bones that he couldn't scratch, leaving his whole body pleasantly tingling.
The title of Prime Minister really sounded damn good.
Hodu's pie was a bit big, and Hope instinctively wanted to push it away, but in the end, he was still stuffed by it.
All he could say was, it really tasted good.
"Ahem!
Since things have reached this point, I can only do my best to quell this matter."
Hope coughed lightly, putting on a helpless expression, but the curve at the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.
Hodu stared at him with a teasing look, just smiling without saying a word.
Finally, under Hodu's playful gaze, Hope couldn't hold it in any longer, his lips splitting into a grin as he laughed.
"Haha!"
Hodu laughed triumphantly.
He didn't believe this old fox could truly remain unmoved.
Association President and Magic Empire Prime Minister were not on the same level at all; one was in the sky and the other on the ground.
Once so many Wizards really emerged, the first Magic Empire in history would appear. As the first Prime Minister, Hope's name would definitely be carved heavily into the history books—how could he not be moved?
The two looked at each other, and Hope no longer hid anything, smiling candidly.
Grand ambitions and great achievements didn't sound so bad after all.
As the laughter slowly died down, Hope put away his smile, sat up straight, and began to discuss serious business in earnest.
Chapter 118: The Negotiating Table under the Muzzle of Guns, Who Is Really the One Being Threatened?
This matter required the cooperation of the Muggles side.
Hope knew very well that relying solely on the Magical World was not enough to stabilize this earth-shattering upheaval.
He glanced around the office, but didn't see the Secretary-General anywhere.
Could that old fellow have already gone?
A thought popped into his head, and before he could even finish asking, the answer was already right in front of him.
Hodu nodded, and Hope couldn't help but sigh for the Secretary-General.
One could only imagine what kind of suffering that old brother was going through right now.
To put it bluntly, the position of Secretary-General was meant to keep an eye on the Magical World to prevent any trouble.
Now look at this, the entire Magical World was in complete chaos, and only then did he belatedly run over to report.
Like someone speaking after the event, it was utterly miserable.
Hope shook his head, cast the matter aside, and continued discussing business.
With so many ordinary people waking up to find they had magic like superpowers, it was bound to cause an uproar.
Everyone felt invincible, so it would be strange if they didn't stir up some trouble.
It was estimated that the Ministry of Punishments would have to recruit people on a large scale.
The shortage of constables was probably not small.
However, although this batch of people had become Wizards, they were still fundamentally different from proper Wizards.
Without having learned anything, relying solely on instinct to cast real magic wasn't that easy.
At their core, they were still ordinary people.
It was just that occasionally, without realizing it, a bit of power would suddenly pop out.
That was what made it troublesome.
Casting magic indiscriminately everywhere, it would be a wonder if things didn't get chaotic.
The most urgent task right now was to make them understand that they were still nothing.
Muggle society could do this, but it lacked the final link.
"Perhaps you will have to show off your skills in person, so those Muggles who have just become Wizards know that they are extremely weak and have no qualification to go against order."
Hope made a suggestion; as for things like the Statute of Secrecy, he no longer took them to heart.
"Alright, the deadline for Japan is almost here anyway, so I'll take a trip over there along the way first."
Hodu spoke casually, but anyone could hear the weight behind those words.
It was not only to frighten those ordinary Muggles, but also to flex muscles at the entire Muggle society.
In the grand chessboard of his magic empire, this step could not be bypassed.
The door was knocked on.
The door was pushed open a crack, and the Secretary-General's face poked in, as pale as paper.
It was unknown what he had been through, but seeing Hope and Hodu sitting there, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile that was uglier than crying.
"The people from over there have arrived, please go over for a talk."
In the conference room, a long table lay horizontally in the middle.
The people on both sides had their own thoughts, sitting with distinct boundaries.
At one end were several majestic-looking old men, while the one leading them was somewhat younger, with a rather amiable appearance.
Sitting at the other end were Hodu and Hope.
"Humph, I said long ago that the Magical World would fall into chaos. Hope, how did you pat your chest and promise me back then!"
An old man with full silver hair cursed the moment he opened his mouth, aggressive and giving no face at all.
"You even acted first and reported later, handing the position over to a mere brash youth. Have you lost your mind!"
The old man's gaze swept over to Hodu, his eyes full of disdain.
Hodu narrowed his eyes, locking gazes with that hot-tempered old man.
"Ahem, you can't put it that way. President Huo is young and promising, bold in action, and has a tremendous future."
"Ever since President Huo came to power, order in the Magical World has obviously improved."
Hope was startled by the old man's words and hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
He was afraid Hodu would get angry.
That was no joking matter.
"Humph! Bold in action? I call it acting recklessly!"
"Hope, don't you forget, every corner of the Magical Worldis being watched under our satellites."
"If you hadn't guaranteed back then that you could manage the Magical World well, we wouldn't have let you live until today."
"Do you think our gear are toys? Believe it or not, with a single order from me, your entire Magical World will be blown to flat ground!"
The silver-haired old man spoke with spittle flying everywhere, not putting the people opposite him in his eyes at all.
Hope's expression changed.
Back then, he relied on the power of Muggles to sit in the position of President of the Wizards Federation, with the original intention of getting the Magical World onto the right track.
Now retribution had arrived.
"Are you here to declare war?"
There was little expression on Hodu's face, and his tone was as bland as if he were asking what to eat today.
"Heh, no need for that, Lao Fu, pull in that hot temper of yours."
"We came today to discuss how to resolve this matter."
That amiable-looking old man came out to smooth things over and gently reprimanded the silver-haired old man.
"What is there to be afraid of? Does the Great Yan Dynasty still fear you Wizards crawling out of gutters?"
"I'm telling you, I didn't plan to leave here alive when I came today."
"At worst, we start a fight, and let our own artillery fire blast this old bones of mine into ashes; that would also be considered fulfilling one's duty and serving the country."
Old Man Fu didn't buy this act at all, and his voice became even louder instead.
Hodu knew that the progression of this world was completely different from his previous life.
The Great Yan Dynasty inherited the mandate of the Great Ming, and the state name was now Yan.
The other side's abacus was calculated loudly, having completely pinned down this group of Wizards; the gun muzzles were already aimed at the entire Magical World, ready to bombard at the slightest sign of disturbance.
Hope's face became uglier and uglier, and he glanced at the leading old man.
The other party did not stop him anymore.
This attitude was precisely their meaning.
The Secretary-General sat on the side listening in, his face frighteningly pale, anxious to the point of desperation.
He had words he wanted to say, holding them back until it felt painful.
The Muggle higher-ups were already dissatisfied with him over Hope suddenly passing the position of President to Hodu.
They felt that he had not reported it upward in a timely manner.
Now that such a big commotion had broken out, the higher-ups completely lost trust in him.
Before he had time to speak his words, they were blocked back in.
He really wanted to tell them that the Magical World of today was no longer the same as before.
And the source of this change was Hodu.
Hodu, a single person who turned the entire Magical World upside down.
Strong to the point of not looking like a Wizard at all.
"Start a war? Do you think these shells can keep me here?"
Hodu's expression carried a bit of weirdness, looking at Old Man Fu as if looking at a lunatic.
"Humph, I know you Wizards run fast. It's fine, the monk can run away, but the temple can't run."
"The people in your Magical World can't run away, right?"
Old Man Fu smiled with great disdain.
"Oh? Indeed, but what does that have to do with me?"
Hodu nodded, quite in agreement, and then asked another sentence.
Old Man Fu was stunned.
He didn't expect Hodu to say such words.
The Magical World was clearly their leverage; pinching these Wizards was always spot on.
"President Huo grew up in the British Magical World since childhood."
Hope added with a cold face.
"Then what about you, do you want to abandon the Magical World and leave it to fend for itself!"
Old Man Fu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately changed targets, starting to threaten Hope.
He had interacted with Hope quite a bit and knew Hope's soft spot; it was impossible for him to leave the Magical World unattended.
He could only obediently be threatened by them.
"You're overthinking it. His word doesn't count, I'm the one calling the shots now."
Hodu smiled coldly, his mocking gaze staring straight at Old Man Fu.
Chapter 119: Suppressing a Nation Single-Handedly
"Hope, are you sure you want to throw your Magical Worldaside just for this brash kid?"
"If you can really harden your heart like that, I would admire you a bit!"
The old man surnamed Fu didn't take Hodu's words seriously at all. Turning his head, he locked his eyes straight onto Hope and began pressing him.
Seeing him like that, Hodu shook his head and stood up from his chair.
Saying even one more word to such a stubborn and stupid old thing would mean he lost. Even if he beat him up right now, this old man would probably still feel like he was sacrificing himself for his country and find it deeply glorious.
"I have some things to handle. Wait for me a moment."
Leaving behind those words, Hodu raised his foot and walked toward the door.
"Hmph, young people just can't keep their composure. Let's continue chatting about our matters."
"Hope, even though you took off the hat of the Association's president yourself, in our eyes, you are still the president, and what anyone else says doesn't count!"
Seeing Hodu walking outside, the old man surnamed Fu thought he had chickened out, so he continued to speak sarcastically, trying his best between the lines to provoke a rift between Hope and Hodu.
Hodu ignored him and walked straight out of the conference room.
Standing in the corridor, the curtain of rain outside the window was already sparse and about to stop.
The next second, Apparition activated, and Hodudisappeared from the spot entirely.
When he appeared again, he was already suspended high in the air with a city beneath his feet.
The capital of Japan—the Japanese Magical Communitywas hiding right beneath this patch of reinforced concrete.
"Wizards of Japan, get out here and see me!"
Hodu casually pulled out a magic fan and pointed it toward the hiding location of the Magical World.
"Finite Incantatem!"
A spell shot out rapidly, smashing into that space.
The ground began to shake along with it. On what was originally a narrow driveway, a large swath of buildings was suddenly and forcibly squeezed out, as if stuffed in out of thin air, causing the ground on both sides to crack open. The surrounding buildings collapsed with a crash in a massive area, and the earth's surface wrinkled up like a dishcloth.
These suddenly popped-up houses were the Japanese Magical Community.
The Undetectable Extension Charm was broken by one of Hodu's spells, along with the Muggle-Repelling Charm failing completely. The entire Japanese Magical Community thus stood bare and exposed right within Muggle society.
Quite a few Wizards crawled up from the ground, scanning their surroundings in a daze, and finally locked all their gazes onto Hodu floating in the sky.
The nearby Muggles looked at this pile of buildings that had popped up out of nowhere, screams erupting everywhere as they fled on two legs.
"The three-day deadline has arrived. Where is the person I want?!"
Hodu's voice turned cold, throwing out an Amplifying Charm and translation magic simultaneously so that everyone could understand his words.
The voice spread across the entire city, and those Muggles hiding in their houses also walked out of their doors one after another, craning their necks curiously to find the source of the voice.
As soon as those words landed, streams of phantoms emerged from below. A large batch of Wizards rushed over using Apparition, looking up at Hodu in the sky and then at the mess all around, their complexions turning so dark that ink could drip from them.
"You are a Wizard of Dayan! Do you know what you've done?!"
"You've trampled the Statute of Secrecy to pieces! You are going to war with our entire Magical World!"
"You and the Magical World of Dayan will both pay the price for today's matter!"
A bald old man jumped up and down in fury, his mustache curling up in anger.
Hodu recognized this person, having seen him in the documents given by the Secretary-General: the Minister of the Ministry of Magic of the Japanese Guangfa Realm, Otori Ryuichi.
"The price? What price? Let's hear it. I'm actually quite curious."
"I want to go to war with you, and fight all the way to the Magical World of Dayan!"
"Make the president of your Wizards Federation kneel before me in person to apologize!"
Otori Ryuichi roared fiercely. This remark had probably been calculated in his heart for a long time, so he blurted it right out without even stuttering this time.
Hearing this, Hodu chuckled, his dazzling white teeth glittering painfully under the sun.
He glanced around. Countless Muggle police cars were rushing toward this side with sirens wailing.
"Alright, what a coincidence. I am the current president of the Wizards Federation of the Dayan Dynasty. Your declaration of war, I accept it."
Hodu agreed readily, which suited his intentions perfectly.
Otori Ryuichi was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open as he stared fixedly at that figure in the sky.
This person was the new president who sent them a notice a few days ago?
He was just talking big out of sheer anger earlier, but the result was that the other party actually took it seriously.
He knew very well how strong the Magical World of Dayan was. Those five families could pull together an army of Wizards at any time. If they actually fought, they would just be delivering food.
But since the words had already been thrown out, in front of so many of his subordinates, where would he put his face if he chickened out now?
"You are the newly appointed president of the Association? If you obediently come down right now and offer an apology to us, I can forgive you out of my magnanimity."
After listening, Hodu shook his head.
"That won't do. I've already taken it seriously, and I'm all by myself. You aren't scared, are you?"
"Scared! What a joke, our Japanese Wizards have never known how to write the word 'fear'."
"Since it's like this, don't blame me for being impolite! We'll capture you and make your Dayan Guangfa Realmobediently bring money to ransom people!"
Hearing Hodu's words, Otori Ryuichi rolled his eyes, secretly glanced around the surroundings, and didn't find the shadow of any other Dayan Wizards.
Instead, those nearby Muggles were frantically holding up their phones and taking wild pictures of them. This time, they were definitely going to be completely exposed within Muggle society.
But it wasn't a big problem. Matters having reached this point, they could just feed some Potion to all the Muggles on the island afterwards to make them forget about today's events.
The most urgent task right now was to catch this arrogant president of Dayan first!
"All of you, go up and take him down! I want to make him kneel at the entrance of our Japanese Magical Communityand personally repair the houses for us!"
With a wave of Otori Ryuichi's hand, a group of Wizards riding brooms and holding wands charged toward Hodu.
Spells smashed toward Hodu like a meteor shower.
Looking at these spells, Hodu was too lazy to even lift his eyelids. He directly turned the Eternal Dragon Body to maximum, superimposing it ten thousand times; dodging even once would mean he lost.
"I will only make one move. If you can catch it, consider it my loss."
Hodu released these words, arrogant to the extreme, angering Otori Ryuichi until he almost exploded on the spot.
"What a huge tone! I want to see if this move of yours can deal with all the Wizards of our Japanese Magical Community!"
Otori Ryuichi roared.
At this moment, countless spells had already flown up close and smashed onto Hodu's body, but they were like fireworks with only visual effects. Aside from flashing for a moment, they were utterly useless.
Chapter 120 Under the Giant Curtain, the Prime Minister Steps Down
The wizards present were all dumbfounded, their expressions frozen.
What's going on?!
Ryuichi Osho stared at Hodu with his mouth agape and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. Hodu hadn't even been marked by a single curse; he had withstood all the spells with his bare body.
"How is that possible!"
Hodu sneered, raised his hand slightly, and said, "Water Control Ability ~."
Amplified ten thousandfold!
In the blink of an eye, the seawater at the edge of the island suddenly surged.
This scene appeared simultaneously on the coastlines of all the islands in Japan.
The seawater defied the laws of physics, surging upwards like giant waves, but even higher.
Before long, the azure seawater had built a wall of water tens of meters high, and it was still surging upwards.
Upon seeing this, everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing, stood still, their eyes wide open as if they might pop out at any moment.
This giant curtain of seawater stretches to the horizon.
In a short time, the water curtain rose to a height of several hundred meters and then spread into the sky.
Ryuichi Osho turned around in shock and found that not only in front of him, but also behind him, to his left and right, and even in the far distance, he could see a giant sea-blue screen.
The giant curtain of seawater closed in, swallowing the sky little by little, and the light visibly dimmed.
"Have we angered the sea god?!"
"Damn it, I don't want to die here!"
"Gods, please save us!"
The Muggles all knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with despair and fear; they had never seen anything like this in their lives.
Not to mention Muggle, even the wizards from Japan were dumbfounded.
What is this? Don't tell them it's magic too!
Faced with this immense power, the Wizards who were rushing towards Hodu all stopped, losing even the will to resist.
Such miraculous methods were simply beyond the reach of the small wooden sticks they held.
Their Japanese Magical World is finished!
Ryuichi Osho stood frozen in place, unable to utter a sound, until the giant azure curtain completely sealed off the sky, sunlight streamed in, casting a deep blue glow on the ground, and the whole world darkened.
"We were wrong, please let us go!"
"Please, we surrender!"
Even the wizards completely broke down, crying and begging for mercy.
"I don't want to die here!"
One wizard went crazy, shouting that he had deserted and was trying to escape by launching an Apparition.
His figure flashed a few times and then stopped; he didn't disappear.
" Apparition has failed!"
The other Wizards, who were trying to escape, cried out in despair that the demon was going to kill them all here.
Everyone knew that once the giant screen was filmed, no one would survive.
Ryuichi Osho's legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with despair and confusion.
He had no idea what monster he had provoked; it was definitely not the Wizard, but a god from heaven.
"We've lost! Please spare us! We'll do whatever you want with us!"
Ryuichi Osho cried out in anguish.
Upon hearing this, the other wizards followed suit, surrendering immediately and repeating the words word by word after Ryuichi Osho.
The voices were in unison, and sounded quite synchronized.
"You're giving up already? Weren't you planning to make me kneel at the entrance of your Magical World?"
Hodu chuckled coldly and joked.
"It was my ignorance and arrogance that led me to offend you. Please have mercy and let us go. I can kneel in front of the Wizards Federation for three days and three nights, just please spare us!"
Ryuichi Osho was filled with remorse and slapped himself repeatedly, saying one thing and then slapping himself again. In no time, his face swelled up like a pig's head.
Judging from how practiced he is in apologizing, he must have practiced a lot.
"I can accept your surrender, but you must have the right attitude when you surrender."
I have a few conditions; let's see if you're willing to agree.
Hodu said.
"Yes, we agree to everything!"
Ryuichi Osho didn't even listen and quickly shouted, afraid that Hodu would regret it.
A series of loud explosions rang out, and from a Mugglemilitary base in the distance, more than a dozen missiles, trailing red flames and billowing white smoke, were rapidly flying toward Hodu.
Hodu, upon seeing this, calmly waved his magic fan.
Exorcism spell.
More than a dozen missiles were immediately pushed back and turned back to the launch site.
When the military base officer saw the missile return, his face turned pale, and he felt that his life was over.
Flames shot into the sky, the ground trembled, and deafening explosions made everyone's ears ring. A strong wind carrying the acrid smell of gunpowder swept in.
"It seems you have no intention of surrendering."
Hodu's words sent everyone's hearts sinking.
"This was done by Muggle, it has nothing to do with us!"
Ryuichi Osho cried out that he was innocent.
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In an instant, the ground shook violently, as if a mountain god was enraged. Everyone turned pale, knowing it wasHodu's doing.
"I will have Muggle give you a satisfactory answer!"
Ryuichi Osho quickly replied.
"It seems you are indeed very sincere in surrendering, so I won't pursue the matter further."
I don't have many requirements.
From this day forward, your Japanese Magical World will become an vassal state of the Magic Empire, and will pay half of its revenue to the Magic Empire annually.
The same applies to your Muggle Society; both will become vassal states of the Magic Empire, and in addition to paying taxes, they will be subject to all the management and orders of the Magic Empire.
Hodu spoke casually, as if it were just a minor condition.
Upon hearing this, Wizard and the Muggles ' expressions changed completely.
Even Prime Minister Muggle heard it clearly, his face filled with horror. He had rushed over after the incident and couldn't hold back any longer when he heard this, so he grabbed the prepared megaphone.
"I disagree!"
The voice was so abrupt that all the Wizards and Muggleslooked over, and Hodu also looked at the person.
Who is this?
Hodu asked Ryuichi Osho.
" Prime Minister Muggle."
Ryuichi Osho quickly replied.
"Okay, let's switch to him."
Hodu said it casually.
"yes."
Ryuichi Osho responded ingratiatingly.