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Chapter 3 You mean this woman's treasure is a master of black magic?

The moment Kane realized what was attacking him, he immediately turned on the switch on the bedside table, and the entire room instantly lit up.

He originally thought the light would dispel the shadows, but to his surprise, it had no effect at all. On the contrary, it allowed him to clearly see the shadows that were attacking him, with twisted and deformed black tentacles extending from all sorts of places where the source was unclear.

"What's going on?" Kane asked, forcing himself to stay calm. He knew Maxwell could hear him.

With a thud, Maxwell suddenly appeared and plopped down on the windowsill: "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. You can use shadows in the real world, so naturally... umm."

"I know all that. Please get straight to the point. Why isn't the light working anymore?" Kane carefully maneuvered his shadow around the other shadows, but as his shadow tentacles were broken and taken away one by one, he felt himself getting weaker and weaker.

"You use a CD player from the real world to chase away the shadows of the eternal realm, a terrifyingly powerful force. You need light that shares the same origin as the shadows," Maxwell said succinctly.

"Shared origins with the shadows..." Kane frowned, suddenly realizing something. A ball of shadow solidified in his hand, and then a dark blue flame burst forth from it.

As this subtle light source appeared in his hand, the tentacles in the shadows instantly retreated.

"Thank me, I made sure you got through your first day out of the nest," Maxwell said, and then disappeared again.

"Okay, thank you." Kane leaned against the headboard, cradling the Shadowflame in his arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Kane stood up, his whole body aching, and extinguished the shadow flames that had burned all night. It was as if the flames were not shadows, but Kane's lifeblood.

The price of burning the midnight oil was that his skin was pale, his eyes were dark, and he had absolutely no energy left.

"Maxwell, are you still there?"

"I'm here," Maxwell said leisurely, already lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"How do I recover?" Kane asked directly.

"Eat something, or wait until tonight, and try your best to tear off the shadows that are chasing you from the Eternal Realm. Whatever you tear off is yours; how much you can tear off depends on your ability," Maxwell replied.

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"Thanks, though it feels like I didn't even ask." Kane walked wearily out of the room, locked the door, took the key, and left the motel.

He found a small stall, spent a few coins to buy two hot dogs, and asked the vendor to slather sauce on them. Although corn syrup is an absolute calorie bomb, that's exactly what Kane wanted right now.

After eating two hot dogs, Kane felt a little better, and the shadows on the ground became darker again, albeit only slightly, but enough.

With a casual wave of his hand, the shadow coalesced into a black top hat; it was time for today's magic show.

Meanwhile, in a huge conference room at the Ministry of Magic, two groups of people, from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, were forcibly dragged there early in the morning because of Kane.

Auror Kingsley strode in. He had already gone to the Magic Monitoring Office to get the data on several high-energy magical reactions in London yesterday. Then he waved his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted light, projecting a 3D map of London in mid-air like a projector.

Kingsley pointed to the Plum Blossom Cross Street in Little Huijin District: "Yesterday afternoon at six o'clock, there was a low-intensity black magic fluctuation in the Plum Blossom Cross Street in Little Huijin District that lasted for an hour."

Then he moved his finger to a small alley near the Plum Blossom Cross Street: "At 7:12, a brief, medium-to-high intensity black magic fluctuation appeared in this alley."

Finally, there's the poor motel where Kane stayed.

"Starting at midnight, this motel experienced a surge of high-intensity black magic that lasted for twelve seconds, followed by a surge of low-intensity black magic that didn't disappear until sunrise."

"Oh, it seems to be a very strange black magic experiment," Delilah said, arms crossed.

"That's why we didn't send out all our forces yesterday, but instead held a meeting here early this morning. Although the three black magic fluctuations yesterday varied in intensity, they were all incredibly pure and determined to be the magic of a single person. In addition, they've been conducting black magic experiments since dawn. If we had gone there rashly, there's a chance we would have been wiped out," Kingsley said with some helplessness.

"So what's the point of holding a meeting other than telling us how powerful this dark wizard is?" a witch whose hair was constantly changing color asked slowly.

"Of course it's useful. You don't think I'm holding this meeting mainly for you, do you? I'm here to call for reinforcements, and mainly to hold this meeting for this reinforcement." Kingsley shrugged casually and looked into the depths of the conference room, where a white-haired figure had appeared out of nowhere—Dumbledore was smiling at everyone in the office, after all, everyone here had once been his student.

The moment Dumbledore appeared, the previously quiet conference room suddenly became noisy, demonstrating Dumbledore's prestige. At that moment, a junior staff member from the Magic Monitoring Office carelessly barged in.

"That dark magic fluctuation, he's started again! On Swan Cross Street!" the clerk exclaimed in a panic.

Kingsley's expression was somewhat grim. Swan Cross Street was the busiest cross street in the entire Little Huijin District. If that mysterious dark wizard appeared there and caused some trouble, casualties aside, the memory erasure after the crowd dispersed would be a real problem.

Kingsley looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, we need to pick up the pace."

"Yes, of course. Please come here. I'll have Phoenix take us... or perhaps Apparition would be better." Dumbledore said, walking over to Kingsley and placing his hand on Kingsley's shoulder.

Meanwhile, at Swan Cross Street.

Kane was using the trick of tying a hat to his hair to amuse the two ladies. If the script was correct, these two ladies, who had just stepped out of the extended Cadillac, would easily tip him half a month's accommodation fee.

However, as we all know, scripts are most likely to be incorrect.

For example, in a nearby alley, Dumbledore and Kingsley suddenly appeared, and the moment they appeared, they sensed the heavy aura of dark magic.

"This is going to be a tough battle," Kingsley said, rubbing his wand as if to encourage himself.

Dumbledore, too, calmly drew his Elder Wand. When the two emerged from the alley, they saw the source of the dark magic...

It was a time when a child was trying his best to please two noble ladies.

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