Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 248 You must take responsibility for bringing shame to the witch

Chapter 248 You must take responsibility for bringing shame to the witch (8k)

The star cup that emitted a dreamy light let out a clear groaning sound.

Then it shattered and dissipated.

No one, not even the gods, could understand why Char did this.

boom--

After a brief pause.

Astonished gazes, runaway mental energy, and the radiance of divine power erupting from the depths of the star realm.

Countless chaotic matters made the entire star realm complex and chaotic.

However, as the source of all the chaotic vortex.

Xia, however, no longer had the leisure to care about what was happening in the outside world.

As he crushed the Star Cup—

Deep within Char's soul, within the boundary of "origin", he also struck out again.

A sword that cuts off everything that remains in that "origin" and all its connections with oneself.

The creator of the glorious era, the "Golden King" Rhine was Char.

However, Char is not the Creator, nor the Golden King.

And after slashing this sword towards his origin.

From now on, he and all the heroes who have left countless glorious deeds in human history in all previous restart processes will bid farewell completely.

They became unrelated individuals with no intersection anymore.

Wow.

All around Char, the long river of time is flowing and roaring.

Countless whirlpools were stirred up, blurring everything around, even the boundary between matter and time.

On the Western Continent.

Whether it's Aurora, Isadella, or Sylvia.

At this moment, they all found that their figures began to become illusory.

The diversion of time lingers around them, carrying them downstream in the long river of time.

This is an era in which they should not exist.

And at this moment, with the end of the mythological era, all causes and effects have come to an end.

The sound of the long river of time flowing became louder and louder, like the roar of thunder and the collapse of mountains.

These foreign intruders, who did not belong to the Age of Gods, would be washed away to the downstream of the long river of time, to the era that belonged to them.

Soon, the figures of the three people became extremely illusory and blurry, and broken rays of light spread around them.

"finished?"

On the island of Atlantis, Augustina's body did not become empty and broken like Sylvia and the others.

However, within her pair of golden dragon eyes, there were also ripples of time slowly spreading out.

Mysterious fluctuations spread throughout her body.

The Dragon of the Night is an ancient dragon born in the Age of Gods.

However, at this moment, the will within this black dragon's body does not belong to this era.

It was with the help of the power of the "Hourglass of Time" that Augustina sent her will in the present world back to the First Age.

At this moment, as the mythological era draws to a close, the power of time contained in the "Hourglass of Time" has been exhausted.

A grain of sand of time falls in the funnel of the hourglass.

The consciousness of the "Queen of the Night" also left this young body and returned to the Fourth Epoch along with the Sands of Time.

At the moment when their figures were about to disappear.

Aurora suddenly turned around and looked above the starry sky, at the young figure who was also lingering in the long river of time.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she had noticed something, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in her beautiful sky-blue eyes.

The silver-colored holy spear shone brightly, exuding mystery.

It was about to carry the blonde girl's figure out of the long river of time and stand firm in this era again.

But in the end, the pale silver light dimmed.

Together with the figure of the blonde girl, she moves downstream in the long river of time.

This is far more distant than the end of the Third Age, and the remnants of Esgania’s history are closer to the Age of Gods at the beginning of creation.

The Holy Spear Longomyniad had also been summoned by Char with a cry of "Gun Come!"

In that farewell battle between the gods, the Holy Lance, as the anchor that anchored the gods to the wall of the world, exhausted all its power and mystery, creating the fateful opportunity for the Holy Sword's "Divine Evasion" later.

In just over ten minutes, the Holy Spear had only recovered one-tenth or one-twelfth of its power. Being able to protect Airola and allow her to return safely to the current time point was already the limit.

It is no longer able to respond to its owner's expectations and do more.

……

In the star realm.

Char silently watched the light gradually fade away in the long river of time until it could no longer be seen.

It was in stark contrast to his silence.

It is beyond the astral and spiritual realms and is located somewhere above time.

The "Origin" that was mercilessly cut off by Char was now running wild.

That meant that the individual named "Char Eggut" had completely parted ways with his entire past.

All connections, all causes and effects, along with the entangled fate, were severed together.

From now on, he will truly live as Char, not as "the sun god who has lost his memory" or "the resurrected golden king".

"You will regret this."

"Char Egut."

In the origin that is collapsing and falling apart.

The soul imprint that was also cut off by Char and lost its carrier was now slowly fading, heading towards complete dissipation.

As if accepting the fate of being cut off by Char, the two became unrelated individuals.

The soul mark's name for Char finally changed from "another me" to "Char Eggot".

"Mortal spirits of flesh and blood have insurmountable limits."

"Perhaps you are very young and full of vigor now, and your soul is as pure as an unpolished jade, untainted by dust. You only need to rely on your momentary enthusiasm to break through all obstacles and reach the highest point of brilliant light."

"I disdain those gods who do whatever it takes to ascend to the gods."

"However, even the purest heart will eventually experience wear and tear."

“Life is a pilgrimage of accumulated pain.”

"In the infinitely extended time, in the endless journey of suffering, I am gradually stained with dust."

"It's like a rough jade stone, which is eroded little by little by wind and frost, and eventually it is hard to recognize its original appearance."

"One day——"

"When your relatives and friends around you gradually grow old, your originally flawless soul will also be stained with haze and dust due to the difficulties of stagnating."

"You will also walk the same path as the sun god."

"I will gain power and ascend to the eternal throne. This will be my only desire and ambition."

The unreal voice gradually faded away.

Listening to the voice from his own origin, Char just shook his head slightly.

"maybe."

"Perhaps one day, I will also be stuck at a certain pass, dominated by twisted obsessions."

"Perhaps one day, as time goes by, I will forget my original intention and become what I now see as an ugly and ferocious person."

"After all, no one can predict what will happen in the future."

"But that is an illusory future."

"Not today."

"Today, I can hear the voice in my heart very clearly. I don't want to be that kind of person, and I don't want to be that kind of person."

"Whether or not I will end up going down the same wrong path as you guys, but——"

"I will not regret giving up the Star Cup and the choice of the Heavenly Throne today."

"As long as it's like this, that's enough."

……

"Don't you regret it?"

Around Char, the flow of time became increasingly turbulent.

It transformed into layers of time, creating a barrier between him and the countless creatures in the mythological era and the entire world, as if there was a huge distance between them.

"Well, you know..."

"You have cut off your own origin, severed all the threads of cause and effect and destiny, and also severed your own connection and cause and effect with the Sun God."

"What kind of consequences do we need to face?"

"All gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price."

The illusory voice became so vague that it was almost inaudible.

It is just a soul imprint, which has survived to this day thanks to the special nature of the place of origin, but it is just a imprint after all.

After being awakened by Char, this mark was already destined to not survive. Regardless of whether Char slashed towards the origin or not, this mark was destined to end up in extinction. The only difference was just the length of time.

Listening to the barely audible voice, Xia nodded slightly.

"of course."

Just as the other party said, all the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

Char is a special person.

It was an extremely special individual even when it was still a weak second ring.

He can travel freely through history and rewrite everything that happened in the echoes of history according to his own will.

Even those things engraved in history books are no exception.

He changed the imperfect endings of each story into what Char expected.

With this special power, Char encountered Silvia and Augustina in the remnants of history...

If it weren't for this special thing, Char and Isadela wouldn't have been connected in the heroic epic of the Knight King.

As for his relationship with the second princess, it would probably only remain at the level of reliable allies, and it might not develop into the current relationship of mutual support.

It can be said that if there was no special ability to travel through time and space, then Char might still be able to rise in another way and become brilliant...

However, those who are with him today may be in another equally glorious world line, and their trajectories will be like two parallel straight lines, and there will never be a possibility of them intersecting again.

And this innate specialness is certainly not without reason.

Even someone as powerful as Isadella, who had already been promoted to a legend and held the Holy Sword of the Stars, had only rewritten the future historical direction of an empire in the Third Epoch.

He became the king of the fantasy belt and became the target of the furious attack of the entire river of time and the power of historical correction.

But at that time, Char, who was not even a legend, and had no protection from the holy sword, could freely enter and exit the remnants of history...

In order to save Isadela, Char even transferred the weight of cause and effect and karma of an entire country onto himself, but in the end he did not receive any serious punishment.

Living a leisurely life in the Garden of Eden for ten years... Compared to the sins that Isadella carried as the king of the fantasy belt, it was nothing.

The source of Char's peculiarity has finally been revealed today.

Everything is due to the origin he carries.

As the sun god who has been sitting high in the sky and overlooking the world since the first era.

In those restarts again and again, each restart was a hero and king who left a distinct mark in the civilization epics of each era.

Therefore, Char can travel through the remnants of history so easily, and even if he rewrites the course of history, he will not suffer too much backlash from the power of correction.

He is a human being who has existed from ancient times to the present, and his footprints can be found at every key time point in the history of civilization.

Any era in the history of civilization is Char's home turf, the era in which he once lived. No matter what Char does, as a living being of the current era, he will naturally not suffer the violent backlash of the correction force like a future time traveler interfering with the past.

but--

At this moment.

As Char severed his own origins, he completely severed his connections with the Sun God, the Golden King Rhine, and his identities during each restart.

His identity also changed from the most ancient hero at the beginning of ancient times... to the young man from the snowfields of Ceylon.

He was born in the Fourth Epoch, rose to prominence in the Fourth Epoch, and the few decades he spent in the Empire were Char's entire life.

With regard to past history, Char once again became a stranger from the outside.

and so--

That comes from the power of history correction, a punishment for Char who has rewritten the course of history time and time again... At this moment, after Char has cut off his own origin, the real reckoning will come.

As time passed, Xia slowly closed his eyes.

Then, listen to the roar of the huge wave called correction force that is getting closer and closer.

In the past, Char could rely on his own uniqueness to ignore things like correction power and the river of time and be fearless.

But at this moment, he lost that specialness.

From being the chosen one favored by God, he became an ordinary human being again.

It was a rumbling wave of corrective power that spanned four eras and combined all the sins of the ancient country of Cang Ting, Esgania, and even the Age of Gods, Char.

It is dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than what Su Lun had faced before, and even stronger than the backlash of the correction force caused by the collapse of Esgania's fantasy belt.

That's why Char never told these to Airola and the others.

Even after Airola discovered something was wrong with Char through some tacit understanding that even Char himself could not detect, Char could only forcibly perform some tricks with the Holy Spear and forcibly send Airola back to the current historical node.

Because this is the justice of nature that they can never resist. No matter the Holy Lance or Holy Sword, or any powerful and ancient holy relic, it will be of no use.

If Char didn't do this, then Airola would definitely choose to stay and accompany him... and the consequence of doing so would be that Airola would be trapped in a desperate situation with no chance of survival in the wave of correction force, and all chances of survival would be destroyed.

This was no longer the romantic and affectionate companionship of the Garden of Eden... Unlike Esganiya at that time, Char did not leave himself any backup plan this time.

"Even if you haven't contained the divinity in the Star Cup, you are still very strong."

"Perhaps, he is even stronger than the Sun God in his heyday."

"Even a historical correction force that carries the weight of the entire human history may not be able to completely annihilate your existence."

"But - even if you can resist the erosion of the correction force, you will be washed away by the wave of the correction force and completely lose your way." "Char. Eggut."

"You will be exiled to the deepest part of the astral world by the correction force..."

"Wandering at the end of time forgotten by the world."

"And the duration of this exile..."

"It will be forever."

Listening to those vague words, Xia smiled.

"Yes, I know all that."

"But that's only fair, isn't it?"

"Relying on this special time travel from you, I have owed so many debts of love beyond time and space, pretended so much, and performed so many times in front of others."

"But now, I am unwilling to accept the gift of the past... There is no such good thing in the world."

"In that case, this is the price I should pay."

Char's eyes were serious.

"Besides, since we are exiled at the end of time, we will wander and drift forever."

"Then, as long as we continue to wander endlessly, there will always be a possibility."

“In the long river of lost time, a tiny miracle happened, and it happened to drift in the only correct direction and reach the possibility of the correct exit.”

"Of course, the probability of this coincidence happening is very small, not much better than finding a needle in a haystack."

"but--"

"Since the probability is not zero."

"Then, in the infinitely extended, eternal time... the probability of this miracle finally happening is 100%."

"It's like the decimal of 1 repeating infinitely, which is actually ."

Chara smiled.

"And I just need to wait for that tiny miracle to happen, then I can return to the correct history and return to the Fourth Epoch."

"To Xiao Ai and the others, it was just a blink of an eye."

"They will only think that I returned to the Fourth Epoch at the same time as them, so they naturally don't know what happened here."

The last ray of origin was cut off and turned into scattered starlight.

In the broken starlight, Xia heard a long sigh.

"You should know how many attempts it will take to wait for this tiny miracle to happen, right?"

"That's not just a few decades or hundreds of years of minor fights."

"The length of that time may be ten thousand years, or even one hundred thousand years..."

“Or maybe, it will take even longer.”

"Moreover, during this process, in order to maintain your existence and not be annihilated by the correction force, you must remain awake at all times and not fall into a deep sleep for even a moment."

"Maintaining a clear consciousness, wandering for tens of thousands of years in a world with nothing but darkness."

"How many years have you lived so far?"

"Even so, you don't regret it?"

Char never directly answered the question from the Soul Brand.

He just stared silently at the last few scattered starlights in front of him.

After a long time.

Xia Ya spoke softly.

“This is my choice, I have no regrets.”

……

"Is it--"

“It really feels like looking into a very old mirror.”

"turn out to be……"

"Such a person really existed."

The last ray of starlight from the Star Cup.

As those final words dissipated, no trace remained.

Char didn't look back.

Instead, he faced the tide of corrective force that was getting closer and closer.

This was his last bit of time before he was engulfed by the wave of corrective force.

Xia turned slightly to the side.

Through the illusory and hazy time, looking towards the starry sky, there is the graceful figure of the golden elf.

He moved his lips slightly.

After being completely devoured by the corrective force, what he will have to face is loneliness that will last for ten thousand years.

In the short time left, Char wanted to say his final goodbye to his still somewhat immature teacher.

After all, among the few people that Char cared about, this was the only one who had not yet truly established a relationship with him.

Before embarking on that long, perhaps endless journey, Char didn't want to leave any regrets for himself.

However, the next moment.

Xia was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw the pale blue fireworks that illuminated the time flowing around him, and were engulfed by the whistling corrective force.

The backlash of the correction force was intercepted by the pale blue flame.

All that remains is the flow of time which is no longer roaring and turbulent, but has become calm and gentle.

The ship, carrying Char's body, sailed slowly and peacefully toward the downstream of time.

Slowly, but irreversibly.

Humans and elves stare at each other across the flowing time.

Char was downstream and Hathaway was upstream.

"Why--"

Char spoke in a daze.

This was beyond his expectations.

Even the secrets hidden in that place of origin, Xia had actually guessed them almost exactly in advance.

However, everything that happened at this moment was completely beyond his expectations.

"Don't you always say that when you've been away for three days, you should look at people with new eyes, Mr. Char?"

"Or rather, my little Char."

A sound like the sound of nature came from the upper reaches of the long river of time.

The beautiful golden elf looked at the face of the human boy downstream through the overflowing time.

how come?
Xia was stunned.

"Little Char."

This name has only been used to address him by a certain golden elf.

However, that should be the mysterious teacher in the future, not the young golden elf girl in front of him.

"Not only humans, but elves can grow too, Char."

Looking at the somewhat bewildered Char, a slight smile appeared on the golden elf's beautiful face.

"The secret fire of the Goddess of Magic represents the 'Magic of the Sky'."

"That is the mystery of the peeping realm."

"And the magic of space is not just about the simple laws of space, but also about time."

Those beautiful red-gold eyes were filled with nostalgia, attachment, and a hint of determination.

Hathaway's gaze stayed on Char's face for a long time.

"After receiving the secret fire of the goddess of magic, I can now use the "magic of the sky" to briefly glimpse a corner of the future."

"Of course, these are just some insignificant, broken fragments of the future."

"But piecing together these broken fragments is enough for me to see the future that belongs only to you."

The golden elf's sweet words paused slightly.

"I saw everything about you, Xiao Ai, Su Lun, and Sylvia."

"A love that transcends time and space, a steadfast commitment that never leaves, a girl redeemed from darkness, an epic of a knight and a king..."

"Those were truly touching stories, and they made me lose all the jealousy I might have felt towards the heroines of those stories."

"It's just——"

"Teacher Char."

Those beautiful red-gold eyes suddenly became a little softer.

"You always do this, saving others again and again—"

"In order to let the young and naive daughter of the Grand Duke survive in this chaotic world, you have to make her hate you to the core."

"For the safe return of the Knight King, I chose to wear the crown of thorns myself and bear the sins of the entire fantasy belt."

"It turns the imperfect endings of one story after another into what you expected."

"It's just that, when I looked at those fragments of your past through the magic of space... I kept thinking."

"You saved them—"

"Then who should..."

"Save you?"

"It wasn't until later that I saw your childhood memories in the black tower. There were fragments about the golden elf, or my future self."

The world became silent.

The upsurge of the corrective force was briefly blocked by the pale blue secret fire, and even the roaring sound was difficult to hear.

All that's left are the two people looking at each other across time.

"Teacher Char——"

The golden elf girl suddenly lifted up a few strands of light golden hair from her temples.

"Do you still remember what you said to me when we said goodbye on the day the Lost Island fell into the abyss?"

"you say--"

"As a teacher, you must protect your students."

"Then he left so handsomely, leaving me with only a magnificent back view that I will never forget."

“So, that’s my response today as well.”

She looked at Char and spoke softly.

"As a teacher, I must protect my students."

"Even if that master-disciple relationship comes from the future, it doesn't matter."

……

boom--

The long river of time, which had calmed down briefly under the suppression of the secret fire of the goddess of magic, now began to flow again, stirring up waves one after another.

But the voice of the golden elf penetrated the waves of time and was still clearly audible.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Char."

"You, I, and Xiao Ai are all different... You don't belong to this era. You are outsiders who are rejected by the laws of nature. No matter what you do, you will be backfired by the power of correction."

"However, I am a high elf born in the Age of Gods. The damage and rejection of the historical correction force on me will be much weaker."

"Although I am still a little immature compared to you, Char... but with the help of the Silver Fire, this level of correction power cannot destroy my existence."

"Nothing more than——"

"It was just that he was attacked by the correction force and banished to a place in the astral world or the spiritual world, wandering in the uninhabited abyss of stars for many years, even several epochs."

Through the surging waves, the golden elf looked at Char with undisguised love in his eyes.

"But don't think I'm imitating you, Mr. Char, and pretending to be profound and having everything under control."

"But I am actually still quite afraid of the dark and loneliness."

"therefore--"

"Come and save me one day."

At this moment, time was rushing past Char.

Everything is falling irreversibly downstream.

And in the falling time, the figure of the golden elf became smaller and smaller, and even the voice became more and more illusory and distant.

Hathaway's words suddenly became lighter.

"Also, I haven't forgotten, Mr. Char."

"From your perspective, I am your teacher, but in order to take advantage of me, you took me in as your disciple out of spite."

"In your words, it's what you call a traitor to your master, right?"