Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 979 I am the "Disaster"

Just like the many times he took the potion in an attempt to advance, Angel once again experienced the process of transcending himself and looking at his body from a third-party perspective.

Before, she always believed that this experience was caused by the spirit being freed from the constraints of the body after absorbing the extraordinary power within the potion, but this time, she had a new understanding.

This is not one's own perspective, but the gaze of the "person in the mirror" on oneself, a sharing of senses between the two!

In this sight, black flames that could burn everything gradually appeared beside Angel Granger, who was standing still after taking the "Disaster" potion. Meteorites of different sizes and shapes appeared from above his head, but were sucked into the vortex of black flames, circling around them like satellites orbiting a planet. White lightning struck out of nowhere, like a sharp blade tearing through the black flames. The entire "Night Emperor" Memorial Hall was shaking continuously, caught in a gradually increasing earthquake.

If the potion is taken in the outside world, the disasters that accompany the promotion may spread to a considerable area, and even cause the destruction of a city or the sinking of an island.

But the incarnation of the "Hand of Order" in the air, a regular octahedron shining with dark golden light seemed to sense the approaching crisis. The complex runes emerging from its interior formed golden ribbons that surrounded Angel and the small disasters beside her, wrapping them up and confining them there.

The earthquake gradually subsided, and the storms, meteorites and black flames no longer raged under the suppression of the power of order, but Angel's pain did not dissipate.

Past scenes reappeared before her eyes: the Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen City, the streets of Backlund's East District...

But this is quite different from the memory deep in her mind.

In Tingen City, the reception hall of the Blackthorn Security Company was in a mess. Almost all the furniture was turned into pieces, there were obvious signs of burning on the floor, and a large hole was opened in the ceiling that led directly to the outside world. The dazzling sunlight shone on a bloody, curled up, burnt umbilical cord.

Dunn Smith, wearing a black windbreaker, was lying on the ground with a relaxed expression on his back, his face pale, and his heart had disappeared from the wound on his chest; Klein Moretti's left chest was pierced, his face was confused and lost, and he was lying on his side in a pool of blood; Leonard Mitchell was half-sitting in the corner with his head down, his head bleeding, motionless.

Outside the window, a team of "Substitute Punishers" hurried over carrying seals. Further away, a rally was being held in the park. Everyone had smiles on their faces, enjoying the happy weekend.

This is... the scene where the Tingen team killed Megose, who was pregnant with the child of the "True Creator"? But we clearly killed her together in the attacked park. There were more than a hundred casualties, the highest number of deaths in Tingen's history...

...But if they could stop Megose, who was under the control of "0-08", from inside the security company, things would probably turn out like this...

Angel's doubts grew in his heart, and he let his sight circle inside the Blackthorn Security Company, and finally rose to the sky along the hole in the ceiling pierced by the "Sunfire Spell". The surroundings were shrouded in gray fog, and the clock tower of East Balam Dock emerged from the fog. The surrounding rust-like dim fog rushed out, and the elderly or sick people on the street were like straw in the field, blown by this deadly breeze and fell in groups.

In the haze, "Lady Despair" Panatia, dressed in a white robe, walked out quickly, looked back at her masterpiece, and the smile just appeared on her face and then quickly froze.

A hooded female figure emerged from behind her, and as He glanced over, Panatia disappeared as if erased by an eraser.

The haze above was also blown away by the ensuing hurricane, and heavy rain poured down, beginning to clean the earth. The poisonous fog was diluted and washed away, and the condition of the victims who had not yet died was immediately alleviated.

This... was the day when Backlund was hit by the great smog, but why was the scene completely different from what I remembered... Angel stared blankly at the beautiful but dull-looking "Mother of Heaven" disappearing from the street below, and watched the self-rescue actions of the East District residents after the smog dissipated.

Even based on this one scene alone, she was sure that the number of casualties in "this" smog was far less than the one she remembered.

Why did I see these illusions while taking the potion to advance? Is it because they are all unforgettable memories in my heart, the "disasters" that I have experienced and participated in personally... Angel's mind was full of thoughts, and he instinctively compared the differences between his memories and the scenes he saw now.

She soon discovered that whether it was the God's Descent incident in Tingen City or the Great Smog Incident in Backlund, there was a person missing who should have been there.

Missing herself.

If I hadn't agreed to Melissa's request that weekend and waited for Klein in the park... No, even if that was the case, Mr. C and Mitis would have launched a terrorist attack to lure Megosa to the park... It should have been earlier. If I hadn't joined the Nighthawks and gone to Enmat Port, Mr. C wouldn't have come to Tingen, and Megosa would have been besieged by the Tingen team inside the security company, limiting the damage to the smallest possible scope...

A flash of lightning flashed through Angel's mind, and he realized the significance of this scene.

It represents the possibility of no Angel Granger existing.

After thinking about this, she immediately deduced "another possibility" of the smog incident.

Even without me, Klein would be able to reach East Balam Dockyard in time and kill the fleeing Lanevus; Ms. D might still attack Audrey... No, I had contact with her in Tingen City, and all this might be an extension of the feud with Mr. C; the ending of the "Apostle of Desire" might be different, but it would not affect the occurrence of the smog. Without my existence, "Ms. Despair" might delay launching this attack, and the Archbishop of the Church of Storms would be able to clear the poisonous fog more promptly and save more people...

The more he thought about it, the more Angel became shaken, because the pain caused by the meteorites and storms surrounding him was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

Without her intervention, the death toll from the two crises in Tingen City and Backlund would have been greatly reduced!

Could it be that, because of the "City of Disaster", I am actually a walking disaster, and wherever I go, I will trigger natural disasters, man-made disasters, or make the originally limited disasters become uncontrollable?

The moment this self-denying thought formed in Angel's mind, she involuntarily magnified it and occupied all her thoughts.

The "disasters" around her, which had been gradually becoming controllable and were running according to some strange laws, collided with each other out of control at this moment, causing resonance that even the "Hand of Order" could not control. The golden streamers were squeezed apart, and the earthquake returned to the memorial hall again, and even had a tendency to spread upwards. Surrounded by the gradually spreading disaster, Angel felt her consciousness begin to blur, and her spirit gradually merged into the meteorites and storms. A violent impulse occupied her heart, eager to break through this memorial hall protected by the "Hand of Order" and fully demonstrate her power in the "Dream City" with 100,000 people above.

Anyway, I am the "disaster" itself...

She thought to herself in despair.

Suddenly, a pair of cold but soft hands touched Angel's cheeks, bringing her consciousness, which was gradually becoming addicted to the extraordinary power brought by the potion, back to reality.

"Don't regret it, and don't despair." A face that looked exactly like Angel appeared in front of her. It was her "man in the mirror". "What you saw was just what the remaining mental imprint inside the potion wanted you to see. It wanted you to merge with it and become an out-of-control monster that unconsciously spreads disasters... But you are not that kind of existence."

"Aren't you... unable to leave the 'City of Disaster'?"

Angel, whose emotions were somewhat stabilized by the other party's comfort, asked subconsciously.

"Under the protection of the Hand of Order, I can leave there for a short time and accompany you through the most difficult times."

The Man in the Mirror said in a similar tone to Angel.

"Those scenarios are indeed what might happen if Angel wasn't around, but they will eventually lead to an inevitable ending, where the entire world will be completely destroyed... and only with you, with this last remaining hope, can everyone be saved."

This familiar sentence immediately reminded Angel of the prophecy of "Yellow Light" Venitan.

"But those who died because of my existence..."

She said hesitantly, refusing to believe it.

As she wavers, the meteorites, storms and earthquakes that had been controlled by the "Hand of Order" again tend to break through the barriers, and Angel's body is about to be assimilated by it, completely turning into the embodiment of "disaster".

"Think about the many more people who survived because of you!" Angel's mirror figure answered anxiously, "If you hadn't severely injured Mr. C in Enmat Harbor, those kidnapped people might have died in the labor of digging the mausoleum; if a god had really descended in Tingen, there would have been tens of thousands of casualties, and you prevented the worst from happening; in the heavy smog, if you hadn't sacrificed yourself to stop the spread of the poisonous fog, the entire East District would have become a land of death, and the death toll would have been three or five times what it is now!"

"Think about the people whose lives have been changed because of you, Dominic, Sonya, Elaine, Sherman, the students in the North District, the residents of Constantine City and the City of Dreams... Listen, they are cheering!"

As the "man in the mirror" spoke, Angel felt many separated irregular mirrors appear in front of his eyes. Some of them were peeking at a couple with a big difference in height and age, some were overlooking a beautiful woman who was talking to a man in a windbreaker with black hair and blue eyes in the alley, some were following the red sailboat that was moving quickly through the waves, some were condensing the gratitude of the people who survived the artillery attack, and some were conveying the gratitude of the residents who were rescued from the disaster.

Angel knew that this was what she received through the channel of the "mirror world" with her eyes. It was the beliefs and imaginations of all the people who intersected with her about "Angel". Some of them pointed to Angel Granger, some pointed to Irene Watson, and some were believers of the "Golden Queen", but the different images gathered into one, forming an anchor for her who was trapped in the "disaster" and was about to succumb to the "disaster".

Among them, there are two extremely special beings whose influence on her almost exceeds that of all others.

One was the "person in the mirror" standing in front of her, looking at her with half worry and half relief; the other came from an unknown location, but Angel was very familiar with it, that was Klein Moretti.

She was his Golden Queen, her Miss Irene, and her Angel Granger.

This strong realization finally freed Angel from the destructive desire that filled her mind. She placed one hand on the back of the hand of the person in the mirror who was touching her cheek, and clasped the other hand lightly at her side. The meteorites, earthquakes, storms and black flames that were about to break through the outer wall of the memorial hall and spread to the ground were instantly gathered in her palms, like docile servants.

This is the authority of the "Disaster" witch.

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"Then, you used the 'flight' from Trier to Bansi to go back to November 11, which is today, and rescued me from Amon?"

Klein once again took out a pot of coffee from the historical hole, poured a cup for each of them, and asked with interest.

The biggest advantage of this historical coffee is that it will completely disappear after fifteen minutes and return to the historical fragment it belongs to, including what the two people drank.

"Of course, no matter when I return, the time I arrive here will not change. I can do something else and come back to save you after I'm done... But in order to avoid unnecessary complications, I still rushed to the scene immediately."

Angel chuckled, picked up the coffee cup for the umpteenth time, and drank the still hot coffee in one gulp.

It always feels weird to say this. It reminds me of a certain game where the protagonist is obsessed with various tasks and is unwilling to save the princess... Klein muttered inwardly, then asked curiously:
"So, after being promoted to Sequence 2, what changes have occurred in your abilities?"

(End of this chapter)