Chapter 1295: The Most Important Thing to a Wizard_2

He spent many, many years chasing after the things mentioned in this method.

In the end, he gained nothing.

Finally, on the last pages of this resurrection research, Musa wrote in a scrawled and weary handwriting: “All roads seem to lead to deeper abysses. Salvation, perhaps from the very beginning, is a false proposition. Forcibly reversing life and death might not bring reunions, but another form of eternal tragedy.”

“I… can’t do this. I can’t let them endure a fate possibly worse than death just to satisfy my longing. Maybe… the only thing I can do, and what I should do, is… find an answer. Let them, and myself, rest in peace.”

Upon seeing this, Ian gently closed the notebook and exhaled a long breath.

He understood. Musa was not incapable of attempting some dangerous resurrection rituals. Given the depth of knowledge and understanding of time and soul shown in this notebook, he probably could have caused some uproar. But he ultimately chose to give up. Because his pure love for his wife and children allowed no desecration.

This prevented him from accepting any method that might stain their existence or cause them pain for an uncertain “reunion.”

He turned all his energy towards a seemingly more “simple,” yet equally challenging direction—finding the truth or a way to save his wife and children in the past’s space-time.

This was not just to solve a mystery but also a form of respect, respect for the departed lives, and respect for that beautiful love and family bond itself.

Ian carefully stored the notebook and cast his gaze outside the window. The night sky in Africa was particularly bright and dazzling with stars.

“A respected scholar, a loving husband, and father,” Ian whispered to himself, “Rest assured, Mr. Musa. I will help you find your answer. Not only for the commission but also for your enduring reverence and deep love for life amidst despair.”

He decided.

To swiftly handle the business in Africa.

And then set out for that frozen northern land to explore the underground labyrinth that swallowed happiness, to fulfill this heavy and solemn promise.

Ian stood by the hotel window, gazing outside. The night in Africa was rich like ink, but unlike the darkness sliced by neon lights in the city, the nights on this land were filled with wild vitality. In the distance, the vast primeval forest presented a calm navy blue silhouette under the moonlight.

Like a crouching giant beast.

Calls of nocturnal animals, buzzing of insects, and the rustling of plant leaves in the wind intertwined into an ancient and mysterious symphony.

The air was filled with the moist aroma of soil and the intense sweetness of some tropical flowers, all of which formed a stark contrast with the impending Siberian ice field’s silence and chill he would soon travel to.

Yet Ian’s thoughts were not entirely immersed in the magically vibrant night scene, sent from somewhere unknown, but involuntarily drifted to the bold and core parts of Musa’s notes—about the theory of “deceiving time.”

“Deceiving time…” Ian murmured these tempting and dangerous words in his heart.

In an ordinary wizard’s perception, the time converter already touches the limits of time rules, allowing the user to return to the past within a limited time but must strictly adhere to the unwritten rule of “not altering major events,” otherwise it could lead to unpredictable paradoxes, even the disappearance of the time traveler oneself.

This is more like cautiously “wading” along the riverbanks of time rather than truly “deceiving” or “harnessing,” while Musa’s theory clearly goes further.

More… free-spirited.

“Yes, it can be done.” Ian recalled some key fragments from the notebook and verified them with some of his known settings and legends about time.

In the world view of “Harry Potter.”

Time itself seems to possess a certain “elasticity” and “self-repair” capability.

Going back to the past using the time converter, the “observational” act you undertake may itself become a part of history, such as Hermione and Harry saving Buckbeak and Little Sirius.

This plot already suggests that time is not a one-way, unshakeable straight line, but a more complex, limited interaction-allowing loop or network structure.

Musa’s theory precisely attempts to amplify this “interaction” and find a method for individuals to be “exempt” to some extent from the linear passage of time. His core proposal borrows some ancient alchemy thoughts, called “time sensory stripping and cognitive anchoring.”

Simply put, he believes the impact of time on humans is largely achieved through our own physiological senses and cognitive systems. We feel aging because cells divide and decay under a macro time rule; we remember the past because memories leave physical or magical traces in the brain.

If we can temporarily “deceive” or “shield” the body and soul’s direct perception of time’s passage and use a powerful, stable “cognitive anchor,” such as a very intense emotional obsession or a complex, self-referential magic contract.