Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery spent two weeks inside his domain before he finally stepped out, wearing a deeply satisfied grin.

He strolled past the warehouse and immediately noticed that Vic was nowhere in sight. The golems and puppets lay scattered across the floor, unattended.

“Hmm… did he finally give up?” Emery muttered.

Before he could think further, a familiar voice called out.

“Father… you finally came out.

Emery turned and saw Shinta standing at the entrance. “You’re back…”

But his smile faded the moment he saw the look on her face-distressed, tense, almost trembling beneath a forced calm.

“What is it?” Emery asked, his voice sharpening.

Shinta forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Are you looking for Vic…? I’ll bring you to him.”

She didn’t wait for his answer. Emery was pulled along through the estate until they reached a guest room. Inside, Vic lay on the bed-face pale, body limp, sweat glistening across his brow.

“What happened…?” Emery asked.

Shinta’s forced smile finally cracked, breaking into raw irritation. “Father… what did you do? Look what he’s become!”

It took Emery a moment to realize what he was seeing-Vic’s spirit pool was completely drained, and his mind looked dangerously overexerted. The boy had pushed himself far beyond his limits.

Emery gave him a recovery pill and cast a healing spell. A few seconds later, Vic’s eyes fluttered open.

“Ah… Sir, you’ve returned… I am sorry.. I haven’t finished yet… Give me a few minutes.. i’ll get right to it..”

Emery noticed Shinta’s murderous glare, interrupted quickly. “Don’t worry about those things. Just continue when you’re ready. No rush.”

Vic’s expression dimmed into pure dejection. “I’m sorry, sir. Unlike the golems… those Vashka puppets- they’re designed to be controlled using the Puppeteer’s Thousand Strings technique. Unless I master it, I can’t repair or refine them.”

Emery nodded slowly. Unfortunately, he understood. He had seen Vashka’s techniques before-delicate, intricate, and requiring a deep comprehension of the puppet laws.

It seemed Emery would need to find a real puppetry expert if he wanted to make use of the legacy. Otherwise… he might ultimately have to sell it to the highest bidder.

What followed next was Shinta forcing the young man to lie down and rest before she dragged Emery out of the room. She was still visibly emotional, her steps sharp, her expression tense.

“I travel back and forth for you… and look at what you’ve done!” she snapped. “Well, I didn’t force him,” Emery defended himself, “It’s not my fault-“

“Huh?! Can’t you see how much he’s been trying to please you? That makes it your fault!”

Emery scratched the back of his head helplessly before offering her a small, amused smile. “You really care about this boy, don’t you?”

Hearing that, Shinta froze. A faint blush rose to her cheeks before she abruptly turned her head away.

“H-huh? Not really… That idiot just makes me worry sometimes.”

“Mm-hm.” Emery crossed his arms.

“Anyway!” She turned sharply. “Just… just be nicer to him!”

Emery raised both hands in surrender. “Alright, alright… I’m sorry ok..

Shinta then shot him a sideways look, her irritation fading into something softer-curiosity mixed with nervousness.

“So, Father… what do you think about him?”

Her eyes were wide, bright with expectation, clearly hoping for approval.

Emery let out a long sigh. “I… guess he is… okay.”

The answer was enough to make Shinta’s expression light up with a barely contained smile. “I’m glad you like him. Grandmother didn’t.”

“Wait-I didn’t say I liked-“

But Shinta was no longer listening. She launched into a story about her grandmother’s reaction, waving her hands animatedly while Emery trailed beside her. He simply stayed quiet and listened. There was a certain warmth in the moment-something simple and pleasant that he hadn’t felt in a long while. Eventually, when she paused for breath, Emery gently steered the conversation back.

“So… how was your trip?”

Shinta finally calmed herself enough to speak properly. With a long exhale, she began describing everything that had happened during her trip.

She had gone back to Ouroboros to persuade the gene-research team to relocate to Utopia. As she expected, she was met with heavy resistance. The project was no longer in the hands of a single faction; it had grown into a coalition of several half-blood alliances. Even researchers from the dragon and turtle clans had joined the effort, turning it into a massive cross-species undertaking.

“But fortunately,” Shinta said, lifting her chin proudly, “this daughter of yours is very smart.”

Despite the political layers and complicated interests, she managed to convince them that Emery – the project’s previous leader still had invaluable contributions to offer, especially after his return from distant realm. Her argument sparked internal discussion, and in the end, they agreed to

compromise.

They would not move the entire institution, but they would send several specialists to Utopia’s research center, along with the latest updates of the

serum.

“Two labs are better than one,” Shinta said with a satisfied smile. “We can share results and accelerate the breakthroughs.”

Emery nodded appreciatively, genuinely impressed by her efforts. All he needed now was to wait a few days for those specialists to arrive.

But Shinta wasn’t finished.

She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “Now that I’ve completed my assignment… I want to join the real exciting project. You know-the one about

taking over a planet!”

Emery was surprised. “You heard about that already?”

Shinta crossed her arms. “Of course I did. i have spies everywhere.. So, can I

join?”

He considered her words for a long moment, but ultimately he shook his head. “No. I have something else I want you to help with”

Shinta stared at him suspiciously, her lips tightening. “What is it? It better not be boring.”

The very next morning, Emery brought Shinta to the Magus Academy. Two

powerful grand magus accompanied them: Feyanor – the deer-bloodline expert and the elderly Soltz.

Both grand magus looked around the enormous institution with awe.

Shinta, however, was more focused on Emery. “What you want me to do here?”