Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 147: If I Don’t Let You Be Ruined, You Won’t Be Ruined

Chapter 147: If I Don’t Let You Be Ruined, You Won’t Be Ruined

Chapter 150: If I Don’t Let You Be Ruined, You Won’t Be Ruined

Christopher awoke from his coma at dusk, three days later.

During these three days, female attendants cared for him, and Aizen personally ordered the kitchen to prepare the finest medicinal meals. These meals were chewed into smaller portions by the attendants and fed to Christopher bite by bite.

Thanks to these three days of recuperation, Christopher had been pulled back from the brink of death and had regained some vitality.

"Senior Brother Aizen, this man is already ruined. Why go through so much trouble for him? Giving him a quick death might be a form of mercy," Vincent remarked.

Lately, Vincent had been in high spirits, and his tone had become noticeably more casual.

Aizen’s gaze turned cold. **"He was ruined by me, but if I don’t let him be ruined, he absolutely won’t be ruined.

If I want to ruin someone, no matter how they struggle, they’ll end up ruined.

Do you believe me or not?"**

By the end of his words, Aizen’s cold eyes locked onto Vincent, whose expression had stiffened.

"Uh, haha... Of course, Senior Brother, I believe you. I’ve always believed you," Vincent said with a forced smile, his face frozen in an unnatural grin.

"Tell me about recent developments. Have you acquired the ’Aperture-Breaking Pearl ’ I asked for?"

Aizen shifted his gaze and softened his tone slightly as he turned to leave the inner room and sat at a table in the main hall.

Vincent glanced at Christopher lying on the bed, frowned slightly, and quickly followed Aizen out.

**"Senior Brother, recently Senior Sister Simone has been busy gathering followers and consolidating power.

She used to oversee Great Plain City, so now that she’s back, she’s quickly rebuilding her old network and forming a substantial faction.

Even Johnny, who used to follow you, is now fully loyal to her.

It seems like she doesn’t take you seriously at all... and soon, this will threaten..."**

"Enough."

Aizen interrupted him indifferently.

**"I didn’t ask you about these things, nor do you need to worry about them. If someone wants to pluck peaches from my forest, they’ll need to see if they have the strength to do so.

Has Simone uncovered any movements from the Twilight Shadow Clan?"**

"At the moment, it seems there’s no news on that front. However, even if Senior Sister Simone does obtain some information, it would be difficult for me to find out if she chooses to withhold it," Vincent said with a bitter smile.

Vincent’s remarks were deliberate, hoping to provoke Aizen into suppressing Simone and curbing her momentum. He didn’t want Aizen to remain passive while Simone’s influence snowballed.

When Simone arrived a few days ago, Aizen had voluntarily ceded authority to her, allowing her to investigate the Twilight Shadow Clan while he appeared indifferent, focusing on practicing Sorcery arts and seemingly content to be idle.

For most of the upper echelons, Aizen’s power was undeniable, and they still feared and respected him.

However, among the lower-ranked disciples and members, rumors began to spread.

Some believed Aizen feared Simone, while others thought he was infatuated with her beauty and deliberately yielding to her.

Regardless of the rumors, this perceived retreat led to misunderstandings among the lower ranks, causing them to rally around Simone, who had previously been their leader.

If Simone managed to win the hearts of the people and further consolidated her influence by recruiting key figures, even Aizen’s strength might not be enough to counter her growing power.

Unless Aizen resorted to the simplest and most direct solution—killing Simone—restoring control would become increasingly difficult.

"If you don’t know, then forget it. Just keep an eye on her. I’m quite curious about what the Twilight Shadow Clan is planning with such large-scale movements in these coastal cities."

Aizen didn’t seem overly concerned. He understood that Vincent was unlikely to provide any valuable information.

As for Vincent’s worries, Aizen found them laughable.

Did they really think he was the type to let tigers roam free and grow into threats?

"As for the Aperture-Breaking Pearl..." Vincent hesitated before continuing.

"Senior Brother Aizen, we managed to locate it, but Johnny found out about it. Additionally, it’s recorded in the official registry, so acquiring it hasn’t been easy..."

Vincent spoke reluctantly.

For rare items like the Aperture-Breaking Pearl , if a batch of three to five were found, most would typically be handed over to the authorities, with at most one left for the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Such items also attracted the interest of the sect’s elders and senior figures. Though they might not personally need them, they could still be useful for their descendants.

As a result, whenever such items surfaced, they were generally required to be handed over to the Clan.

"This is Great Plain City, not the Heavenly Demon Clan."

Aizen uttered this single sentence, and Vincent immediately understood his meaning.

"Understood, Senior Brother. I’ll handle this matter properly."

Vincent cupped his fists in respect before leaving.

Taking something for oneself was not particularly difficult—it was merely a matter of courage.

Since Aizen had clearly decided to take possession of the item, Vincent had no choice but to make it happen, no matter what.

"Come out."

Aizen called toward the screen in the side chamber.

The area should have been empty, yet a thin figure suddenly emerged from behind the screen.

**"Keep doing what you need to do. Don’t let anyone suspect anything.

Follow me, and you’ll soon get what you want. But if you choose to oppose me..."**

Aizen smiled faintly, his intent unmistakable.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Aizen. I’ve already chosen my side and won’t waver again."

The thin figure retreated from the room.

The space returned to its cold quiet, and Chirstopher slowly opened his eyes, sitting up on the bed.

"I’m now just a cripple. Why does the Consul value me so much?"

He appeared despondent, his face pale, and his once robust frame seemed to have lost its vigor, leaving him looking forlorn. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Losing all his inner power and an arm was an unparalleled blow. He should have hated Aizen to the core.

But ِChristopher was a peculiar man.

He was neither foolish nor particularly virtuous, yet he possessed a stubborn loyalty and sense of duty.

When Aizen sought to punish him, Christopher had stepped forward without hesitation, driven by his unwavering sense of responsibility.

After Aizen recognized his potential and promoted him, he offered his absolute loyalty. Even when severely punished by Aizen, he bore no resentment and willingly accepted his fate.

When Aizen fell into madness, Christopher risked his life to wake him up.

Such a man seemed out of place in this ruthless world.

But here he was, as though ordained by fate.

"You must have heard what I said earlier. If I don’t let you become a cripple, then you absolutely won’t remain one."

Aizen slowly walked into the inner chamber.

"But my power is gone, my left arm is lost... What else can I do for you?"

Christopher’s reply was tinged with confusion and despair.

**"Lost power can be cultivated again. A severed arm can lead to the mastery of even stronger techniques.

These... I can give to you. I can nurture you."**

"What I want is your loyalty."

Aizen’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Reaching into his robe, he pulled out a book.

On its cover were four bold characters: "Flying Stream Saber Manual ."

This fifth-tier saber technique, combined with the Stellar Absorption Technique , would allow Christopher to recover his strength quickly—surpassing even his past self.