The words on the paper were far more than what met the eye.
Written densely, written extensively.
It was all about Krisha, about the life arrangements for the witch, including but not limited to strength enhancement, future direction, and daily necessities.
Every stroke of the pen, every fragmented sentence, was crooked and awkward, revealing the writer's dire state.
The suppression from the divine.
The toll of a life nearing its end.
It made the person the witch cared for the most struggle even to write normally.
Yet, despite this, he still worried about the witch's future, weighing the pros and cons for her, illuminating her path forward.
"Mentor."
Her trembling fingertips brushed over the surface of the paper, tracing every word, feeling the residual warmth of the "sun."
Drip—
Drip—
A crisp sound echoed as tears fell onto the paper.
Krisha stood alone in the study, gazing at the familiar handwriting on the paper, her eyes instantly filling with tears that silently rolled down her cheeks, making no sound of sorrow.
Outside, the sunlight poured freely, bringing warmth and light to all things, casting dappled shadows on the forest and harmonizing the songs of insects and birds.
The world was serene in the summer.
The witch was silent in her pain.
Her eyes held no light, the only flicker being the reflection of light on the surface of her crystalline tears, a silent lament.
"I... I don't deserve this from you..."
"You gave me a reason to exist... that's enough..."
"I don't need more..."
The scene was silent, but the impact of sorrow struck straight to the heart.
Never before had the witch cried so quietly, so sorrowfully, so helplessly. She still believed, deep down, that she was nothing but a flawed creation.
She lacked courage, relying only on Xu Xi to move forward.
She lacked strength, powerless to stop Xu Xi's passing.
She lacked emotion, only able to offer Xu Xi a forced smile.
Her life, the life of a witch, the life of Krisha Christina.
It was so pale and feeble.
Unable to do anything, unable to achieve anything.
As she read every word on the paper, words written by Xu Xi who knew his time was running out but still thought of her, Krisha's body trembled even more.
She wanted to sink into darkness forever, to never move again.
But she couldn't.
Her mentor wouldn't want her to become like that.
He had hoped, encouraged, wished for the witch to spread her wings and soar freely into the sky.
And so, Krisha stood up again. She was obedient, very obedient to Xu Xi's words, ready to live according to his commands.
But.
What was the meaning of living?
The witch did not know, the witch was lost, until she saw the word "divine" on the paper, and her eyes shifted slightly, finding a reason for her existence.
"I must... do something... for my mentor..."
"Even if it means... opposing the gods."
In a silence so profound it was terrifying, Krisha's hands trembled as she slowly removed the sapphire necklace from her neck, gently caressed it, and then placed it into her spatial ring.
Next, her wand appeared in her hand.
Creak—
The courtyard gate opened, the rusted latch emitting a slightly grating sound as Krisha, her gaze vacant, stepped out, her entire being worn and haggard.
The sunlight enveloped the witch, but all she felt was cold.
Her mind was in a daze, her spirit lost.
She didn't even notice the pebbles beneath her feet.
The witch stumbled and fell, lying still for a few seconds before pressing her delicate fingers against the ground, pushing herself up with her palms.
She knew that from now on, no one would help her stand again, so she had to learn to stand on her own.
Only then could she not worry her mentor.
Only then could she live on properly.
The midday sun was bright and intense, and along the way, light and shadow intertwined.
Strands of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, falling on the shoulders of the ever-walking witch, like a silent gaze, witnessing her journey into the distance.
From that moment on.
The witch would become an eternal monster, living alone in this world.
She had left the courtyard forever.
Left this place that was no longer "home."
No one knew where the witch had gone, and it wasn't until four or five years later that the mortals living nearby began to sense something was wrong, realizing that the courtyard had been silent for too long.
Someone, curious, climbed over the wall to look, only to find layers of dust.
This anomaly quickly drew the attention of the Mage Association, but they found nothing. All items related to Xu Xi had been collected and taken away by Krisha.
Only an empty house remained, its doors and windows creaking in the wind, leaving people puzzled.
In the end.
The incident was classified as a simple disappearance.
Somehow, for a long time afterward, Allenson City was frequently attacked by dragonkin, with occasional appearances of pure-blooded dragons.
This became an unsolved mystery in Allenson City.
Thirty years later.
Under the decree of the gods, numerous divine churches were still searching for traces of Xu Xi, hoping to find the Sanctuary Magus who might ascend to godhood.
But not long after, a horrifying event shook the entire magical world.
In a single night.
Every divine church in the northern part of the world was uprooted.
No, "annihilated" would be more accurate.
At the same time, in different locations, a tremendous force descended from the heavens, quietly erasing the faith of the gods.
The gods descended in fury.
"Who, who dares!?"
"To disrespect the gods is to court death!"
"Wait, this power... could it be that you've ignited the divine flame?!"
The gods who descended to the mortal realm were not their true forms from the celestial plane, yet they still wielded power far beyond that of mortals.
But even these lofty gods.
Despite their numerical advantage, could not overcome the witch.
In the end, the battle ended in a stalemate, and the witch left unharmed.
This event triggered a crisis of faith in the gods, with countless people viewing the witch as the one true deity, enraging the gods who ordered a search for her whereabouts.
Another twenty years passed.
Krisha appeared once more.
She stood in the sky, her wand striking the void, vast and majestic mana surging with elemental force, creating a tidal wave that engulfed the world.
With a single strike, she obliterated the entire foundation of the gods' faith.
No matter where they were, divine churches were precisely destroyed.
Amidst the fear and panic.
People were convinced that the witch must have an irreconcilable vendetta against the gods.
Even the gods thought so.
"We can't stay in the celestial plane any longer, it's too dangerous. She'll come for us eventually!"
"If you want to fight, you fight! I'm leaving!"
Some gods were terrified, some were fearful, wanting to flee the celestial plane.
The magical world was vast, but it wasn't the only existence in the chaos. With their power, the gods could easily find new worlds or hide in elemental planes.
No god wanted to fall.
The terrifying magic of the witch struck fear even into the hearts of the gods.
But by now, it was too late to escape. The elements of earth, wind, water, and fire roared, unknowingly sealing off the entire celestial plane.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
