Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 243 That Person Is at the End of the Lights (Part )

Western Continent, City of Knowledge, Headquarters of the Darkest Tower.

magic.

This word, which seems a little unfamiliar to the Western Continent, has spread rapidly among the human community in the Western Continent in the past few years, like an explosion.

People are good at wisdom but not at strength.

Compared to powerful races from the Age of Gods such as ancient dragons and giants, the emerging race of humans has neither sharp teeth and claws nor a strong physique, and is not as naturally in tune with nature and elements as the elves.

The emergence of the Soul Covenant and Beastmaster system is a path explored by humans.

Using the pure souls of human beings that have never been polluted and will not be corrupted and driven crazy by the aftermath of the catastrophe, we sign contracts with extraordinary races and cooperate in a mutually beneficial manner.

However, Beastmasters also have corresponding limitations.

Signing a contract with a pet beast itself also has extremely high requirements for physical fitness. If an ordinary, untrained human signs a contract with an emperor-level golden turtle, even if the soul contract can be completed, the human as the contractor will probably not be able to withstand the backlash brought by the soul contract and explode to death.

Not all humans are good at fighting and can become beastmasters and fight alongside their pets.

The emergence of arcane, magic and wizard systems has filled the gap in this area.

As long as you have a heart that is eager for knowledge and truth, you can still become a wizard even if you are disabled and can only move in a wheelchair.

Turn the fantasy in your heart into reality.

Moreover, just as Char practiced both, becoming a wizard does not exclude other supernatural systems...

Due to the above reasons, and with the help of the royal families of various human countries after the audience meeting, the power of the Dark Tower rose like a comet on the Western Continent.

Along with the name of the Extreme Dark Tower, which was spread to every corner of the Western Continent, the founder of the Extreme Dark Tower was also spread—

The name of "Char Eggot".

Just as the golden elf promised in front of the kings of various human countries.

Let your name be famous throughout the world.

……

The Dark Tower, an unknown secondary dimension somewhere.

The only entrance where this secondary dimension intersects the main material plane is located in the Black Tower Library, which is also the most mysterious place in the entire Black Tower.

At the same time, this inconspicuous secondary dimension is also the residence of Hathaway Zekin, the "Page of Eternity", the chief of the Eight Pages of the Black Tower.

There are many metal stone pillars.

Between the stone pillars, there are thousands of huge bookshelves.

Among the heavy volumes on display, there are ripples of mysterious vicissitudes, carrying the charm of the passing of time.

In the very center of the library, a book was spread out in mid-air.

Crash, crash.

There was clearly no external force, but the book suspended in the air was slowly turning pages.

On the white pages, ancient elven words with a historical flavor are being written at a constant speed.

"The last eight pages seat - 'the future four pages' has been successfully decided according to the preset competition rules. At this point, the original eight pages of the Black Tower have been completed."

"Just like the black tower I saw in that fantasy city that only existed for one day."

"There is movement in the depths of the astral realm. It seems that the true gods who have regained their divinity are gathering together, perhaps intending to take action against the Black Tower."

Lines of handwriting appeared in this way, using the message rune circuit connected to the spiritual world to collect and organize all the intelligence and information that had occurred on the Western Continent, and select specific matters to record.

In the deepest part of the library, a golden elf girl with long light golden hair had her eyes slightly closed, as if she was sleeping or meditating.

Since returning to the Western Continent from the Star Realm, she has been in this deserted library for several years.

Or to be more precise, the Dark Tower and the City of Knowledge were built overnight as if by miracle.

And using the power of words, he established self-maintaining and inviolable Black Tower rules in the Black Tower and all its subordinate planes.

And after building a large library that anyone can enter and read according to their rank.

The Golden Elf locked himself in the deepest part of the Black Tower Library and never interfered in the affairs of the Black Tower again.

Allow those new wizards to study in the Great Library, expand their own spell factions, and spread the name of arcane and magic to every corner of the Western Continent.

To this day, except for those high-ranking people who are qualified to know the truth about the original star broadcast and the establishment of this city and the black tower.

Many ordinary Black Tower wizard apprentices don't even know that this "Eternal Page" is not a human being, but belongs to an alien race.

For other Black Tower senior officials who knew the inside story, this was quite incomprehensible.

Clearly possessing the power to create a city in the desolate wilderness overnight, this mysterious golden elf could have been the master of the Black Tower, the creator of magic and wizards, the god of arcane...

Like other gods, he lives in the admiration and worship of millions of living beings.

But Hathaway locked herself in the deserted and dark library, spending day and night with plain books.

However, what they didn't know was.

For Hathaway, this kind of scene is all she has ever had in her life.

On the Lost Island, in the great library of the illusory black tower, in the deepest part of the dark and profound star realm... She had long been familiar with such dark days.

He does not associate with others, does not appear in the sunlight, and is surrounded by mountains of ancient books.

Many years ago, someone briefly opened this window, allowing bright sunlight to shine into the shadow where the golden elf lived.

For the first time, she, who was used to darkness, experienced the beauty of sunshine and developed a yearning for light.

However, those memories of just a few months, less than a year, are nothing but insignificant, fleeting glimmers compared to the thousands of years that the golden elves have experienced.

After prosperity, it will eventually become lonely.

But that's not a big deal.

It was just a matter of closing the window again, returning to the lightless tower, and returning to the darkness.

She had long been accustomed to being alone and lonely.

This darkness is the "peace" that Hathaway Zekin is accustomed to.

The pale golden ancient elven language continued to be written on the book slowly.

"A month ago, a wave of divine war broke out in the northern part of the Western Continent. Judging from the aftermath monitored, the battle is over, and Crimson should return in the next few days."

"besides."

"Five days ago, the results of the investigation into the unusual movement in the depths of the Endless Sea have been returned."

"The abyss, and the world wall of the main material plane—"

"Once again... it's been opened."

When writing to this point, the ancient handwriting paused slightly.

next moment.

The thousands of books that were originally covered in dust on the bookshelf were unfolded at the same moment.

And in the deepest shadows of the Great Library, the golden elf who had his eyes slightly closed also slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were fixed on the book in front of her.

"The abyss...huh?"

The cold whispers echoed in the empty library.

She seemed to be standing still there, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

On that fair and pretty face, the corners of the golden elf's mouth sometimes curled up and sometimes twitched, but overall, she looked more happy than sad.

I don’t know how long it took—

The golden elf's right eye just opened again.

There was an inexplicable light flowing in that beautiful red-gold eye, crystal clear and bright, just like the bright moon.

Followed by.

Click.

The sound of something breaking sounded.

In the broken ripples of space, a red figure was like a stream of light, breaking the silent darkness of the library.

It was a small silver spirit, holding a red sword in its hand.

After penetrating the space barrier formed by the golden elves' words and entering the black tower's great library, the Silver Spirit transformed from the elemental body of a small silver swordsman into the form of a stellar spirit.

It transformed into a furry red ball and landed on the desk in the large library.

"Chihong, you're back."

"How was the training ground this time?"

The golden elf looked at the silver spirit that looked like a ball, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mimi~
咪~
The red ball cried out a few times and jumped on the desk unwillingly.

At the beginning, Chihong did not choose to fall into a deep sleep with Char like other pets, but chose to come out and train on his own in the Western Continent at the end of the Age of Gods. This was because Chihong sensed a sense of crisis.

It does not have auxiliary capabilities like other pets, and will never become obsolete as a crutch no matter how the version changes.

As a pure combat pet, if Red's strength cannot keep up with Char's progress, he will become a pure warehouse manager.

Although Char didn't mind having an extra vase, Red himself couldn't accept that he had gone from being the team's main fighter to being the last one in the team, becoming a mascot-like existence.

If it was willing to lie down and die like Silver and Shining, then it would not be Red, and it would not have been chosen by Char from among the many juvenile Silver Spirits in the Silver Valley. Therefore, even though it knew that it would no longer have a master to back it up if it left Char's side.

Even though he knew that his strength, which was less than that of a legendary figure at the time, was actually quite insignificant in the first age where mythical creatures were rampant, and that he could be killed at any time by a crazy demigod passing by, Red still resolutely chose to leave Char's side.

Five hundred years of tempering, five hundred years of life-and-death battles on the brink of life and death.

The Chihong of today is completely different from what it was back then.

It has hunted dozens of crazy demigods so far.

Not long ago, it was not satisfied with just hunting those crazy demigods who had lost their rationality, but turned its attention to a weak true god.

However, a true God is still a true God after all, and there is an insurmountable gap between him and a demigod.

Not only did the hunting fail, but the aftermath of the war between gods also attracted the attention of other true gods in the surrounding area. Chihong took a lot of effort to get rid of the gods' pursuit and escape back to the black tower.

"You've done enough."

"Real gods are not so easy to hunt. If not, they would not be qualified to be the enemies of your master and me."

"You have to walk one step at a time and eat one bite at a time. I think you should understand this principle better than I do, as you have been able to hunt demigods with your racial talent as a Silver Spirit."

Hathaway stretched out her white fingers and waved them gently.

The next moment, Chihong felt that the space around him was distorted.

Then, it found itself in the hands of the golden elf and was picked up by Hathaway.

"That's strange to say."

"They are already comparable to demigods, and can be described as mythical creatures. If they want, they can display any majestic and domineering posture."

"But you and Gin still like to keep such a cute attitude..."

"Should I say it's your master's bad taste?"

Hathaway stroked the red in her arms, rolling and flattening the fiery red ball quite comfortably, and sighed softly.

Being picked up by the golden elf, the little silver spirit was stunned and subconsciously wanted to struggle.

Although it is true that you are my master's teacher... and my master does seem to be very interested in the disciple who has rebelled against his master. Maybe we will be a family in the future.

But at least I have paid homage to the boss and accepted him as the pet of the mistress.

A loyal minister, no; a loyal beast, no, serves two masters.

The mistress I recognized was Sylvia Brunstadt, and I had bought all of Sylvia's shares at the stock market opened by Yui. How could I easily betray my camp at this moment?
The Sylvia Party is above the sky!
Mimi~
Chihong meowed a few times and was about to say some heroic words to the golden elf in front of him, such as "In life, I am a subject of Xi family, in death, I am a ghost of Xi family", "My lord is in the north, and you cannot let me die facing south", and "There are only killers, and no one who surrenders to the sea".

But Chihong soon reacted...

In the remnants of history, the master's teacher seemed to be unaware that his master came from the future.

If the golden elf in front of him knew that his master was actually from the future and was her student, and that he had not made it clear just to take advantage of the young teacher and satisfy his teacher addiction...

Then our own beastmaster will probably suffer, right?

For a moment, the little silver spirit had no choice but to stop struggling and stay where it was.

But the next moment, Chihong suddenly froze.

Because it also saw the words written in ancient Elvish on the book in front of it.

Having lived in the First Age for more than five hundred years, and having dealt with a large number of antique mythical creatures that had survived from the previous age for such a long time, he could still distinguish the ancient red language.

"Mimi~ (Is the master back?)"

The little silver spirit let out a cheerful cry, and the red light lingering around the red ball's body became a little more intense.

The body of Chihong's star spirit flashed for a moment, and it was about to leave directly from the great library of the Black Tower, using the star realm as a medium to travel through space to the endless sea, to the coordinates of the originally lost island.

However, Chihong soon discovered it.

No matter how he mobilized his strength, he could not escape the embrace of the golden elf.

The spatial rules surrounding the great library seemed to be subject to some kind of indestructible rules as strong as steel.

Chihong, who had managed to escape from the pursuit of the True God, was now unable to move at all.

hiss--

The little silver spirit took a breath of cold air.

Should I say he is worthy of being my master's teacher?

The power of silver fire is so terrifying.

"Don't worry, Red."

"I know how eager you are to see your own master..."

"In fact, I also want to travel to the Endless Sea to meet him right away."

Hathaway touched the red ball in her arms.

The light in those beautiful red-gold eyes became brighter.

It’s more than just the little silver spirit.

During these five hundred years, the golden elf believed that she was no less than anyone else when it came to missing the young man who brought a moment of light into her life.

"But now, the Black Tower is in the open, under the watchful eyes of the true gods."

"Every move we make is likely to be noticed by the gods lurking in the astral realm... thus disrupting his plans and arrangements."

"and--"

A hint of coldness flashed in the golden elf's beautiful eyes.

"I am still not sure whether the one who has returned from the abyss is the one I have been thinking about day and night..."

"Or some abomination that took over his body."

This is a wait that spans five hundred years.

Hathaway has been waiting for this day for too long.

Therefore, the closer this day comes.

Hathaway had to force herself to remain calm and respond with the most cautious thinking, rather than letting the joy of reunion overwhelm her rationality and let the story that should have been perfect go to an ending she did not expect.

Although he was extremely sure in his heart that in the abyss, in the game deep in the soul, the young man would definitely win and defeat the ancient remnant soul.

But on the other hand——

Hathaway had also prepared for the worst in her heart.

If the one who finally took over the boy's body and walked out of the abyss was really the remnant soul that had survived for who knows how many years.

Then, she would have to kill the human boy's body with her own hands and avenge him.

And from the broken body, we can find the boy's former memories and soul fragments.

Then, he would spend his entire life trying to piece together these souls and memory fragments, searching for that one in ten million chance that could awaken his soul again.

Tiny miracles.

This is something Hathaway is unwilling to face.

However, she had to make a plan for the worst case scenario.

Five hundred years of wandering in the astral realm had already made Hathaway lose some of her former immaturity.

She had to become deeper and more mature.

Because Hathaway can't afford to gamble, and doesn't dare to gamble.

"But, that is only a very small probability after all."

"Since you left such a handsome farewell message."

"Well, if I don't keep this handsomeness going, it would go against your aesthetics, Mr. Char."

The golden elf raised his head and spoke softly.

"And, if the one who came back from the abyss is really you."

"Then consider your character that cannot stand loneliness."

"I think it won't be long before there will be a grand show on the Western Continent."

"And use this grand performance to announce your return... Mr. Char."

She paused for a moment.

next moment.

The stars suddenly appeared.

Hathaway's thoughts moved slightly, and the eternal darkness surrounding the library slowly faded as her mind moved, revealing the dark night sky outside.

Also, there were the swarms of meteors falling from the sky like a tidal wave.

The stars are shining brightly and falling to the earth.

The shadow of the black-haired and black-eyed boy stood in the dreamy starlight, looking at the golden elf and red in front of him with a smile.

In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he found that person in a dimly lit place.

(End of this chapter)