Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 245 I want you to remember my name forever (1w)

That was just the most ordinary and unremarkable slash.

There was no fluctuation of magical power, nor any earth-shattering movement.

The extreme meteor shower that had penetrated the sky and shaken the entire main material plane did not appear this time.

However, as the golden holy sword was slashed out.

However, there was a tiny ripple that slowly spread out along the edge of the golden sword.

Blending into the surrounding sky and earth, ocean and mountains.

Then, beneath the ripples.

Some things have been changed forever.

Under the gorgeous starry night sky, the golden elf looked up at the high night sky, and there was a light flickering in its beautiful light golden eyes.

"Although I already knew that you have always been a willful and arrogant guy."

"But I never thought you would be so bold as this."

"but--"

It was as if she had sensed some unknown truth that had been hidden from her before in the leaping silver fire.

Or maybe it's as if he has made some kind of decision.

Hathaway closed her eyes slightly and said nothing more.

Just silently feel the tiny ripples spreading in the astral and material worlds.

next moment.

The left eye, which had been closed, slowly opened.

Magnificent colors, along with the scorching silver flames, burst out from those eyes.

Then, there will be that tiny, faint ripple.

Spread to every corner of the multiverse.

……

The golden plains, the endless sea, the ice fields of the far north, the dark swamp country...

In the main material plane, in the endless area.

Countless mythical creatures felt at this moment that their divine bodies, and even the divine nature that constituted the concept of god itself, were suddenly empty.

Then, fall downwards.

A fall that cannot be stopped or reversed.

It is not directed at concrete things like divine power and flesh and blood.

What was falling at an irreversible speed was the concept of "God" itself.

boom--

One after another, huge waves of divine power erupted in the main material plane.

Ripples were stirred up in the forests and fields, in the sea and in the mountains.

Even the mythical creatures that had fallen into a semi-mad state were now bursting out with their divine power and authority, subconsciously trying to stop the unstoppable fall.

however--

Useless.

In just ten breaths, the irreversible fall had reached its end.

At this moment, almost all the gods, their originally majestic, mysterious, or noble bodies were collapsing.

Then, the original race materialized.

Demon wolf, griffin, phoenix, or giant, ancient dragon, elf...

These are all their most original ones, and have not been used for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

However, when the glory of divinity faded, the brilliant incarnation disintegrated.

All they can leave behind is their most original appearance.

No, at this moment——

Using the word "they" to describe these once mythical creatures is no longer appropriate.

The target of the "Divine Repellent" slashed by Char was not a single demigod or true god.

Instead, he killed the very concept and rules of the existence of "God" wherever his sword reached.

Then, with the help of Hathaway Silverfire.

The brand new rules were transformed from fantasy into reality and manifested in almost all observable material planes.

"God's Forbidden Journey"

From this moment on, this sentence is no longer just empty talk, but a practical principle and law.

And within the level that the rules can cover.

All the gods who once were are accepting the process of being stained by dust.

From God to man.

From Him, to It.

They are still a powerful and unrivaled super race.

It is a demon wolf howling at the moon, a griffin with wings that cover the sky, and a giant whose body is as big as a mountain.

This strength comes from the blood and the flesh, and is built up from countless lifespans, and will not change in the slightest due to changes in rules and laws.

But, starting from this moment.

Even these gods who once sat high in the sky have been deprived of the right to look down on all living beings.

They will fall to the earth as ordinary creatures, just like all the beings they once despised, and bear the same principles and laws as all mortal spirits.

Like ordinary people.

Face the pain of being alive.

The fear of facing death.

Become a beast that cannot sing the praises of life without experiencing sacrifice.

Then, together with countless other mortal spirits, they sank into the same fate.

This is the ending that Char wrote for this final mythological era using the "Divine Retreat".

It was also Char who posed these multiple-choice questions written by humans to these ancient gods who survived from the previous era.

Maintaining the lofty status of a god, and then falling under the new rules rewritten in the God's Sanctuary.

Or maybe the gods high above can transform back into mortal spirits on earth.

Then, in that mortal world, face all the sins and punishments of the past.

……

"Falling into dust."

"Then, will I start my life again as not a god, but as a member of the dust, embracing my mortal nature in the sunshine?"

"But……"

Western Continent, Southern Region, somewhere deep in the dark mountains.

A red figure surrounded by a long river of blood uttered a dry, silent murmur.

Him.

No.

Her former name was the Goddess of Death.

It is also one of the oldest ancient gods still in existence today.

She was also a participant in the previous meeting of gods in the star realm.

As one of the people affected by the "Illusion Collapse", the God of Death should have been transformed into one of the meteors falling into the night sky along with the other ancient gods.

In fact, she did lose more than 90% of her power in the collapse of that fantasy.

However, as a god who controls the power of death.

In the barbaric era before the Era of Glory, when she had not yet achieved the status of God of Death, she was already a genuine royal family of the Phoenix.

Relying on the racial ability of the pure-blooded Phoenix royal family to be reborn in the flames, and the authority as the god who controls death, the Goddess of Death gave up more than 90% of her power and escaped from the endless chain of fantasy destruction in the bronze palace above the starry sky, breaking away from the source of her life.

Then, he used the backup plan he had arranged earlier on the Western Continent to complete his resurrection.

however--

At this moment.

Facing the "Divine Avoidance" that came down from the starry sky, there was no escape or dodge.

Also, given by Char.

The choice is to die as a god, or to face sin and punishment as a mortal spirit in the new era.

It was obvious that before in the astral realm, the goddess of death was determined to escape even at the cost of giving up 90% of her strength. This choice between life and death should have been no difficulty for her, and she should have chosen the path of life without hesitation.

But now, the original phoenix has fallen silent.

"I can't go back anymore."

After an unknown amount of time, she uttered in a dry voice, which was totally different from the clear voice that a phoenix should have.

“Everything that belonged to the princess of the Phoenix Clan, that young and immature Phoenix.”

"The past is all about the precious memories with my tribe members and my parents who are the leaders of the tribe."

"They have all been buried in the tomb of the multiverse over the years."

She watched as her body gradually grew dense red feathers.

The mysterious and gloomy god of death in the long river of blood, after being contaminated by mortal nature and falling into the mortal world, also turned into the gorgeous and beautiful phoenix again.

Also awakened were the memories that she had abandoned for a long time.

It was held in a forest formed by countless towering ancient trees. It was a coming-of-age ceremony unique to the Phoenix race.

Under the watchful eyes of his father and many tribesmen.

The young Phoenix Princess vowed to take over her father's throne in the future and make the Phoenix race prosperous and great again.

She once thought that she would fight for the oath she made at the coming-of-age ceremony her entire life, and even if she died halfway, she would still have no regrets.

but--

That promise was made in the past with the blessings of thousands of fellow tribesmen.

So brilliant and shining, like a clear ideal like gold.

When did I completely forget about it?

It really is... so far away that I can hardly remember it.

However, in the final analysis, it is just a glimpse that has become blurred.

The era of mythical creatures and the once prosperous phoenix civilization have long been buried in the dust of time, and even the slightest remnant no longer exists.

So she would not choose the path offered by Char, which was to embrace her mortal nature and become a mortal spirit again.

Because, for the God of Death today.

Climbing to the highest throne in the sky and taking one step further on the boundless stairway to godhood has become her only obsession and the only driving force that drives her to act.

"besides--"

"There is nothing in this body called the goddess of death."

In those ethereal words.

The gorgeous red feathers slowly faded away.

The last phoenix turned into scattered dust and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

……

Not just the goddess of death.

It was almost the moment of falling to the ground.

There was no telling how many demigods and true gods there were; the once majestic bodies of these mythological races all disintegrated and dispersed in an instant.

Then, it turned into the slowly disappearing and decaying dust in the night sky.

Some, like the goddess of death, chose the path of falling while maintaining their status as gods.

Because even if they fall back into mortal spirits, the motivation that makes them worthy of being cherished and protected by ordinary creatures no longer exists.

Even if it survives in the end, it will be nothing more than an empty body, like a walking corpse.

Others, perhaps out of attachment to life or perhaps for other reasons, choose the path of falling into dust.

However, the vast majority of them still perish in the sins that they encounter after being contaminated by mortal nature.

For most of the old gods who have survived from the glorious era to the present day.

A lifespan of tens of thousands of years seems a bit too long.

Just because a mortal spirit has flesh and blood, it is not impossible for him to live for tens of thousands of years. What Char did has already proved the possibilities hidden in the human body.

However, that is definitely not an area that can be touched so easily.

Just like a sword embryo that has never been forged, even if the unformed embryo contains infinite possibilities, but if it has never been forged thousands of times, it will ultimately be just a piece of worthless iron.

Thousands of times of tempering.

I have been searching for the answer for countless days and nights, tossing and turning.

A heart of iron forged in the boundless darkness.

Finally, after countless failures, one can reach the realm beyond the constraints of one's own race.

This is the glory called miracle, called heroism, which can only be possessed by the best who stand above millions of lives.

This is also the original meaning of the word "legend".

The road to legend requires nothing external.

Everyone who has achieved legendary status and transcended the constraints of their own race is unique and has walked his or her own path. This is a miracle that even the gods cannot replicate.

They are all living epics.

However, to those gods, this kind of seeking and tempering day and night seems meaningless.

All you need to do is accept the gift from the divine and harvest faith from the boundless weak.

Then, you will be able to have no obstacles and naturally possess a long lifespan measured in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, and almost infinite power.

There is no need to experience the brink of life and death, nor is there any need to search and forge ahead in the dark day and night.

You can grow just by breathing, and by accepting the power of faith from those believers, you can become stronger without any shackles and effortlessly.

Perhaps these gods, as special beings capable of becoming gods, were also the best among millions of creatures before becoming gods, and possessed the possibility of reaching the top without relying on faith and divinity.

But, there is no doubt.

When they chose to embrace divinity, gave up the difficult path and chose the simpler road to heaven, this possibility was lost.

And all the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

The price of this shortcut to heaven.

After losing his divinity and becoming a human again.

The long lifespans that these mythical creatures had experienced now turned into extremely heavy and unbearable sins and punishments, causing them to experience the entire lives of mortals in an instant.

Aging, decaying, and finally extinction.

Only a very small number of gods who had never fully embraced divinity from the beginning were able to withstand the test of sin at this moment.

Then, he became a mortal creature.

A new life begins in a new world.

……

The light of the stars is gathering.

Countless gods who either chose to extinguish themselves during the "divine retreat" or died because they could not bear the sin of embracing mortal nature, had their divinity stripped away, and all the fragments of their authority were also taken away.

Every ray of starlight is a fragment of ownerless divinity or authority.

Every ray of light is enough to allow a peak person who has been trapped at the top of the legend for a long time to completely break free from the shackles, embark on the path of becoming a god, and become a true demigod.

And at this moment.

In the starry sky, starlight lingers around the black-haired and black-eyed boy.

More than ten strands, more than a hundred strands.

But there are thousands and tens of thousands of them.

Then, condense.

Thousands of lights are converging.

finally.

Tens of millions of ownerless wisps of divinity and tens of thousands of scorching starlights.

Between Char's fingers, it gathered and froze into a solid entity.

It was a chess piece that looked like it was made of crystal, and it was also extremely dazzling.

"Star Cup".

Against the dark background of the deep space, it appears extremely bright and dazzling.

……

All of a sudden.

Countless eyes were fixed on the center of the sea of ​​stars, on the dazzling star cup between the slightly raised fingers of the black-haired and black-eyed boy.

at this moment.

Whether it is the newly built Black Tower on the Western Continent or the major human kingdoms, there are human legends who are qualified to sense the movements of the star realm.

Or maybe he was the former god who had just bid farewell to his identity as a god and was reborn as a mortal.

Looking at the dazzling star cup in Char's hand, heavy breathing sounds came one after another.

Everyone knows very clearly what this star cup means.

Today, although there are still some gods surviving in the star realm, compared with those fallen mythical creatures, the number of these survivors can only be described as insignificant.

Those are the completely ownerless fragments of divinity and authority that were released from nearly 90% of the mythical creatures after their demise.

This is a huge divinity that should never be obtained by a single individual.

The last individual to possess this amount of divinity and authority—

His name is the Creator of the Glorious Age, or the Sun God.

Or, to put it more bluntly.

This star cup represents the throne of heaven itself.

As long as you get it, it means supremacy and eternal immortality.

Surpassing all existing ancient gods, all humans, and all heroes throughout history.

Reach the highest point that any living being has been able to reach since the birth of the multiverse.

The "Throne of Heaven" was filled after being vacant for thousands of years.

Even if they were the old gods who had already taken on a mortal form, or the pure-blooded humans who had studied the arcane arts in the Black Tower...

The moment the star cup appeared, he couldn't help but cast his longing gaze towards it.

There is no living being that does not desire to obtain that dreamlike star cup. Because for any strong person who has touched the legendary realm and is qualified to sense the dynamics of the star world at this moment -

Become stronger, reach higher realms, and become superior to all living things.

This kind of thought is the source that drives them forward.

only--

At this moment.

No matter how hungry my heart was, I wanted to take the star cup into my hands and ascend to the highest throne of heaven.

However, the instinctive fear of death that exists within the bodies of these living beings makes them dare not move at all.

Because, the human boy next to the star cup.

If anyone is qualified to become the owner of the Star Cup, he will also be the owner of the Throne of Heaven in the new era.

Then, there is only this human who ended the Age of Gods.

……

[You have obtained a new historical legend]

[Historical Legend - "The Undertaker of the Age of Gods"]

[Owned by: Char Egut]

[Location: First Age/Main Material Plane]

[Rarity: Gold]

[In the long history of human civilization, there are countless heroic glories.

However, among the many glorious heroes, only those who became the turning point of human history, founded human principles, and completed the "exploration of the stars" are qualified to be given the title of "Star Chaser".

The existence of each "Star Chaser" represents a great degree of rewriting of human history. In other words, if they had never existed, human history would have taken a completely different path.

This is the one that stands at the pinnacle of human civilization, and is the most shining existence even among the countless heroes throughout the ages.

However, if one were to rank the "Star Chasers", there would be some who were so brilliant that no hero who had rewritten history could reach their greatest level.

If it weren't for your existence, this mythological era, which is already coming to an end, might have been able to linger on for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

And your arrival has brought a perfect ending to the first era of angels and gods.

"Funeral of the Gods"

This is the most noble military achievement that surpasses the great achievements of all kings and heroes throughout history.]

In Char's mind, the new historical legend was gleaming, presenting a gorgeous red-gold color.

And this is not the end.

[He bid farewell to the gods, buried the Age of Gods, and lit up the flames of civilization. 】

[Such an achievement, even if it happened thousands of years ago or across several epochs, is still so glorious that no one can match it.]

【History will never forget heroes.】

[What is before you right now is the reward and gift for the great hero who changed history]

【「Star Cup」】

[This is a dream thing that is sought after and coveted by all gods]

[Even for humans who do not pursue divinity, the "Star Cup", which is the gathering of thousands of rules and laws, also represents the crystallization of miracles.]

[It is an almighty wish-granting machine that can fulfill any wish and put an end to all disasters. ]

[Only the great ones who have reached the pinnacle of an entire era are qualified to make the Star Cup manifest. ]

【No one has a foothold in heaven from the beginning. 】

[It is the same whether it is a human or a god. 】

[And now, this dreamlike miracle is right before your eyes. ]

[As the winner, go and receive this spoils that originally belonged to you——]

【Then, go and close the vacancy of the throne of that day. 】

【From now on, I will stand above the sky. 】

……

The brilliant, red-gold text was engraved in Char's mind.

Char looked at the dazzling Star Cup in front of him, which was emitting a dreamy color.

Feeling the desire and throbbing deep in my heart, it spreads out little by little and occupies my entire mind.

Just as those glorious characters describe.

There is no living being that does not desire the Star Cup before it.

For those once mythical creatures, the obsession of hunting divinity and achieving a higher throne has become the sole driving force behind their actions. Apart from that, there is already nothing inside those majestic bodies of the gods.

Even for non-god humans, the Star Grail, as an aggregation of thousands of rules and powers, is a miracle object that can fulfill all wishes.

As long as one is a human being, there will be various desires in his or her heart, regrets that he or she wants to make up for, and things that he or she wants to pursue.

Everyone desires to use the almighty cup of miracles to heal all wounds, make up for all regrets, and turn all unsatisfied fantasies into reality.

Even Char was no exception.

If he could really have no regrets, no desires and no greed in his heart, then he would not be a human being with flesh and blood, but a saint.

Char never thought that he had such a high level of awareness.

only--

"The universal wishing machine."

"I always feel like this term doesn't sound very auspicious."

Char then slightly extended his hand.

Then, in the center of the star realm, where countless deep gazes converged, he grasped the dazzling and dreamy Star Cup in his hands.

The next moment, he suddenly spoke.

"I've been thinking about how you would come to see me."

Char uttered a silent whisper that no one could hear.

"Now it seems that he is waiting here."

Followed by.

Using that dreamy star cup as a medium.

Char's mental strength began to rise without limit.

The flowing time turned into a hazy river of time, flowing endlessly before his eyes.

Some of the oldest relics, such as Isadella's Sword of the Stars and Augustina's Hourglass of Time, are able to interfere with the flow of time within certain limits.

And since the holy relics can do it.

This means that, in addition to the holy relics, perhaps living beings that have reached a certain critical point may also be able to do similar things.

However, this has always seemed too far away and too unrealistic to Char.

In the process of traveling through many eras and different historical remnants, he has never seen a strong person who can truly interfere with time.

Legends are not acceptable, thrones are not acceptable, and those evil gods lingering in the astral realm are not acceptable.

Even in this mythical age, among the gods walking the earth, the only one who can perceive the past and the future, and the concept of time itself, is the Mercury Serpent, who can directly sense the Wheel of Fortune. He is an exception among exceptions.

Other gods, even powerful ancient gods like the Goddess of Life and the Mother Goddess of Fertility, or the remnant soul of the Sun God whom Char had encountered on the Lost Island, are not qualified to be involved in the realm of time and fate.

And at this moment——

With the help of the Holy Sword, Holy Spear, and Hathaway's "Secret Fire of the Goddess of Magic".

After this mythical era has come to an end.

Under the brief effect of the Star Grail, Char finally reached this step.

The flow of time, the flow of fate...

In his eyes, it is no longer an illusory concept, but a real and perceptible phenomenon.

Together.

Xia also noticed it.

That tiny abnormality that has always been hidden in one's destiny and time.

"Then it's time to end it all."

"About my—"

"The truth of everything."

The long river of destiny is becoming vague.

The spirit that envelops Char heads toward the flowing time—

Traveling to an infinitely high place that does not belong to any area in the main material plane.

Char walked in the river woven by time and fate, going upstream step by step.

This is a concept without matter and without space.

It is a realm where even the concept of time has become extremely vague.

The end point of Char's journey back to the past is his origin.

The individual named "Char Eggot"——

"Place of Origin".

However, that's about it.

Xia Ya's mind suddenly moved slightly.

A spiritual body that had been sealed for a long time on an item that housed his spiritual power and was given away by him long ago.

This moment was suddenly triggered.

"Su Lun?"

……

Fourth Epoch, Dawn Church.

Summer flowers cathedral.

In the gorgeous room, the black-haired saint gently put down the book in her hand.

This gorgeous novel was published by the Royal Book Society of the Foresta Empire. Its title is "War of the Three Kingdoms". It tells a grand heroic epic about the three kingdoms' rise from a three-way confrontation to their unification.

This is the best-selling novel of the Imperial Royal Book Society in recent months. Even outside the empire, in Florence, the capital of the Holy See, it has been welcomed by many believers.

And in the author's column, a name was written in gold-plated handwriting.

"Char Eggot"

This is a name that is known to everyone in the Western Continent today.

The fiancé of the new empress of the empire.

His own experience is even more tortuous and bizarre than the novel he wrote.

So much so that even in the Holy Court of the Dawn Church, Su Lun could occasionally hear the clergy discussing the legendary young man.

Su Lun closed the book in his hand and placed it on the neatly arranged bookshelf in the room.

Then, she fell backwards.

He let himself fall lightly onto the soft bed in the room that belonged to the Saint of Dawn.

The jet-black hair spread out on the white bed like a waterfall.

"It has been 303 days since we last met in the Knowledge City.

"In the past three hundred days, he seems to have done a lot of remarkable things."

"The number of people who remembered your name could be counted on the fingers of one hand..."

"But in just ten short years, your name has become famous all over the world. Everyone knows it."

Su Lun looked up at the familiar magnificent ceiling of the church above his head for a long time without coming back to his senses.

After a long time, she snapped her fingers.

A small silver-white sphere appeared with the sound of Su Lun snapping his fingers.

It spun lightly in the air with a gurgling sound, and then extended with a light clicking sound.

It turned into a blue light curtain suspended in the air.

On the light screen, lines of densely packed text slowly appeared along with a picture of a black-haired boy.

When the Borgia family held a dinner party, the young man flatly rejected the marriage proposal from the Borgia family, and faced the legendary Rose Emperor who descended from the sky, protecting the blonde girl behind him.

There was also a scene in the capital of Foresta, where many evil gods had descended in their half-bodies, where the fiery red sword light of "Ryujin Jaka" shone brightly above the pitch-black sky, turning everything in the universe into ashes.

……

Those were all the information about Char that Su Lun had collected through various channels.

Some came from the Knights Templar of the Church of the Dawn, and some came from the intelligence channels that Su Lun secretly controlled.

The image that appeared in the light curtain included text, pictures, and even exact images captured by bystanders using crystal stones.

Su Lun just stared blankly at the azure light curtain in the air.

The boy's heroic figure is reflected in those beautiful eyes.

The light and shadow flicker, yet seem so far away.

"If the person you are protecting is in the crystal stone——"

"It's my words..."

"That would be great."

The faint murmurs of the Saint of Dawn dissipated in the evening breeze that blew through the Summer Blossom Cathedral at night, and were never heard by anyone.

jingle--

The crisp metallic prompt sound brought Su Lun back to reality from his trance.

She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the communication crystal in her arms that was emitting a dazzling red light.

The next moment.

"Finally, it's here."

In the beautiful eyes of the Saint of Dawn, all the flickering confusion, uneasiness, and the cowardice unique to a girl disappeared in that instant.

Calms the ripples of longing.

Use immense, unimaginable willpower to block out all the throbbing and confusion in your heart.

Instead, only determination remains.

That was the information sent back by the mechanical messenger that Su Lun secretly placed in the supernatural organization "Golden Dawn".

And this signal lights up.

This means that the thing that Su Lun has been waiting for for a long time is finally going to happen.

Get away from the young man.

Even her best and perhaps only friend, Airola...became very cold towards her because she did not follow Char to the Imperial Capital but entered the Holy Court alone. She considered herself a traitor who abandoned Char in search of a better future.

For a full ten years, the letters that Su Lun wrote to Arora never received a reply from her best friend.

Even though they had collected information about the young man through intelligence channels, mechanical apostles and scouts time and again, they could only watch his every move and smile on the screen in silence.

Only in occasional free time can I briefly hear his voice through the magic communication device.

Even that long-awaited reunion in the knowledge city of Lugia could only last for a few days, a fleeting moment of tenderness.

All of this——

It’s not because Su Lun is really greedy for the identity and status as the Holy Maiden of Dawn.

In fact, the opposite is even true.

As a saint, she is treated like a star by the entire church and believers, and seems glamorous.

However, for Su Lun, these days of being so brilliant in the eyes of outsiders, bathed in flowers, applause, cheers and glory along the way...

In fact, she missed it far less than the time when she lived with Char in the knowledge city of Lugia, where the three of them lived together in a small, shabby, cheap rental house.

Poverty and hardship.

But full and satisfying.

And the reason why Su Lun stayed here...

In the long, starless nights, in the middle of the night, I had to use my immense willpower to suppress my longing for Char and the urge to meet him immediately.

All of this is to wait for this moment to come.

"Perhaps, that is just my own assumption and speculation."

"Everything I do may be meaningless to you..."

"After all, you are always so calm and indifferent. No matter what kind of risk it is, you have already secretly controlled it."

"Even if something unexpected happens, I think you can handle it calmly and safely."

"But I have to do it."

Su Lun raised his hand slightly and took a last look at the small photo frame on the bookshelf behind him.

Next to the photo frame was an old and plain little bear doll, which even seemed somewhat out of place with the style of the other gorgeous decorations of the Dawn Church.

In that narrow, rough and somewhat shabby photo frame.

The two half-grown little girls looked at the camera with some curiosity, made a V-sign and smiled brightly.

In the back of the photo, the handsome boy was sandwiched between the two people, smiling somewhat helplessly.

That was a photo of Su Lun, Airola, and Xia Ya.

It was recorded by a bone demon named Xiaosi who worked under Char's teacher, the mysterious golden elf, using the magic of recording images.

The bald little bear doll was a birthday gift from Char to Su Lun...

Su Lun picked up the small photo frame and the bald teddy bear from the bookshelf and carefully put them in his arms.

Then, there was the crisp sound of mechanical mechanisms running.

Everything in this exclusive residence of the Saint of the Dawn, whether it is the novels written by Char Eggut, or the volumes of photos of Char, and the action figures that look very similar to the boy.

All were automatically and orderly collected with the crisp sound of the mechanism running, and finally stored in the small secondary dimension that Su Lun himself controlled.

These are all from Su Lun’s collection.

It is also a treasure in the girl's heart that she is unwilling to share with anyone and can only possess by her.

Su Lun was not sure whether he could return to this room after leaving this time, so he simply took all these things that he did not want others to know with him.

As each piece of collection disappeared into the cracks of the secondary dimension.

The last trace of cowardice in Su Lun's eyes also disappeared.

Only the last unfinished words remain, drifting away in the evening breeze blowing across the Summer Blossom Cathedral.

"I know... in your heart, perhaps I will never be able to compare to Xiao Ai's position."

"so--"

"That's the only way."

"Only I can make you remember my name forever and ever."

(End of this chapter)