And so, during these days, whenever she had a moment, she would delve into the little booklet titled "Arcane Enlightenment" left behind by Hathaway.

Hoping that one day, she too could become a creator of such brilliant light.

Sister Hathaway...

In terms of real age, that Golden Elf Elder is already...

The Grey Elf elder shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Although I'm grateful for Elder Hathaway's kindness—"

"But it is, after all, nothing more than an impractical delusion."

"I think it's just a benevolent lie crafted by the elder under her title to encourage us, to kindle our interest in studying the Arcane Arts and Magic—"

"Moreover, what Elder Hathaway wishes to do may not necessarily be permitted by the other elders in the Royal Court."

The Grey Elf elder thought of the rumors that had spread in the Royal Court these days.

Saying that Elder Hathaway was bewitched by an outsider, squandering the long-accumulated resources of the entire court without hesitation.

It was even rumored that her position as an elder could be impeached.

As one of the Grey Elf Clan who had benefited from Hathaway's kindness, the elder naturally had no significant distaste for Hathaway herself.

However, he still held considerable suspicion towards the human who claimed to be a traveler of mysterious origins.

He raised his head to look at the pitch-dark, unyielding sky.

He had lived longer than the little girl, stayed in the darkness much longer too.

Thus, he naturally knew very well how incredible it was to achieve the future portrayed by Hathaway.

Even if all the luminescence from the fluorescent ore and lighting candles in the entire Royal Court combined were to reflect on the firmament above, it wouldn't leave the slightest trace.

A Royal Court's spark of stars—

Compared to the darkness that had enveloped the world for over a thousand years.

Ultimately, it still seemed too insignificant.

However, the next moment.

The Grey Elf elder's gaze suddenly froze.

Under the eternal, pure black sky, at the highest point of the Lost Island, on the mountain that bore the branches of the World Tree, faint light suddenly began to flicker.

Initially, the light was so tiny that it made the Grey Elf elder blink, suspecting it was a mistake of his old, dimmed eyes.

But then—

The faint light multiplied from one to two, from two to four.

In an extremely short time, it rapidly expanded.

Numerous points of light dazzling like diamonds suddenly appeared in the extremely dark sky—

Boom—

The entire Elven Royal Court was stirred, countless elves stopped their work, and looked at the pitch-black night sky.

Then, they silently watched that dreamy and mesmerizing ocean formed by the gathering of brilliant points of light.

Stars shining into a sea.

...

Boom—

Boom—

In front of Shiayar, the magictech furnace core erupted with a resounding roar.

All the magic runes and array patterns inscribed on that massive furnace burst forth with incredible brightness, incredibly dazzling.

In the rising black flames, countless magic ores were burned and melted.

Then, they were transformed into the purest, blemish-free mana crystals.

Through the densely packed magic power transmission channels, they directly reached the peak of the highest mountain on that Lost Island.

Thousands of mana factors were constrained and compressed under the blessing of spell formations and alchemical matrices.

Finally, when constrained and compressed to the extreme, they began to coalesce.

Releasing mass.

Then, they transformed into the purest light and heat.

Shiayar lifted his eyes and, together with Ye perched on top of his head, looked through the window at the high mountain under the great World Tree.

And, at those countless brilliant light points swirling in the night sky like a sea of stars.

"Indeed worthy of a master."

Shiayar watched those myriad pristine stars forged of magic power, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Heart of Magma"

"Magnetic Field Control"

...

To forge such a starry spectacle, who knows how many high-order spells and array formations of forbidden curse specifications were activated simultaneously.

Master is indeed master.

Even though Shiayar relied on the advantage of the timeline, he inadvertently became Hathaway's teacher against the heavens.

But his ability system is ultimately that of a Beastmaster, with his wizard skills only considered a minor complement.

And Hathaway herself is the strongest wizard Shiayar knows, without a doubt.

In just a few months, she went from being completely ignorant of Arcane Arts and magic to quickly becoming a beginner.

Within a few more months, she was able to realize and apply the magical invention concept that still existed only on paper—the 'Artificial Star'.

Hathaway even took it upon herself to create several brand-new forbidden spells to achieve this goal.

For example, the forbidden spell "Heart of Magma" is used to strengthen the alloy that constitutes the Sun Furnace, allowing it to maintain a stable shape under the super high temperatures of mana factor fusion without losing control.

And the forbidden spell "Absolute Zero" is used for

Simply put, in the field of magical talent, Shiayar is willing to call Master the strongest.

Roar~

Little Black Night Dragon also gazed at that clear Sea of Stars above the night sky.

It flapped its elegant black wings, leaping down from Shiayar's head and into Shiayar's arms, whimpering softly.

"Right, you think it's beautiful too, don't you?"

"My teacher's masterpiece and mine."

Shiayar gently petted the little head of the night dragon in his arms.

Originally, Shiayar and Hathaway planned to directly create a super large-scale Sun Furnace, hanging high like a sun to completely illuminate this world's darkness.

However, until they began to execute this plan, utilizing the resources of this world to start constructing the planned Sun Furnace,

they finally realized that the resources on the Lost Island were truly scarce.

Even just using the alloy to forge the super large-scale Sun Furnace, the thousand-year mineral reserves of the Lost Island were far from enough.

Even with the addition of those stored in Shiayar's Spatial Pocket, it was still far from sufficient.

So, Hathaway decided to initiate a compromise plan.

No longer just a single sun.

Instead—stars.

At this moment above the dark sky, each point of light is a Sun Furnace undergoing fusion reactions, also known as the 'Artificial Star'.

Though not as dazzlingly bright as the blazing sun, the simultaneous radiance of the stars is enough to illuminate the darkness.

According to Hathaway's plan, once the elves start learning Arcane Arts and magic, embarking on the path of wizardry, with strong individuals able to leave the Lost Island alone to acquire resources from outside—

then resources can be invested again, to gather these hundreds or thousands of stars into a unified whole.

At that time, it will be a new sun illuminating the Lost Island.

In that instant when the stars twinkle.

Shiayar heard the tumultuous noise from the Royal Court.

"That's quite a commotion."

"So, some people should be unable to sit still anymore."

Feeling the tumultuous uproar from the outside, Shiayar murmured to himself.

And almost as Shiayar's words settled.

At the next moment, he heard the faint footsteps at the door.

And the rapidly approaching powerful presence.

"Foreign race."

"According to the majority elder's decision of the Council, your existence is deemed too dangerous."

"We request you to come with us."

A cautious voice sounded from afar.

"Do not attempt to resist, nor try to escape through the Astral Realm."

"We know your strength is formidable, but you should have already discovered, under the rules of the Lost Island, your spiritual power cannot be released."

"Moreover, under the effect of the Sacred Relic, this space has been sealed. Even if you want to leave the way you came, it is impossible."

Powerful presences silently surrounded Shiayar.

From the objects carried by a few individuals, Shiayar felt immense mystery.

Among these presences, even the weakest is genuinely legendary.

Yet Shiayar paid no attention to these high-ranking legends of the Elven Royal Court but instead focused on the source of the immense mystery emanating from what they carried.

"It seems a dead camel is indeed bigger than a horse."

"No wonder, as the dominant race of the Glorious Era, even after decline, they still retain so many powerful Sacred Relics, only slightly inferior to the Sacred Spear and Sacred Sword."

"If sold, they should fetch a good price..."

Ah, teacher.

In order to let you grow, I've given up such a massive fortune, you must compensate me well.

But soon, Shiayar collected those greedy thoughts and then raised his hands to face those cautious eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't resist."

"Take me away."