Witch’s Night: Interlude Absolute Death, Rebirth
“Remember, your name is…”
“Absolute Death.”
The girl sat slumped on the ground, her long black hair spread out like ink on the floor, her deep, dark eyes devoid of any color.
“Absolute Death…”
A tall, silent figure stood before her. The black-haired girl looked up slightly, but couldn’t see the other person’s face clearly.
“Who are you…”
She slowly tilted her head and asked in a very unskilled voice.
“I am the Saint.”
The Saint looked at the black-haired girl expressionlessly, a thin barrier enveloping her like a cage.
The plan was successful.
This was the craziest plan in human history—”Artificial Witch.”
Whether Witch or Sovereign, the beings known as “Gods” were the will of this world.
Once one of the World Wills became vacant, a new World Will would be born, but this birth would proceed slowly over several hundred years, until finally, a hazy consciousness coalesced.
“Life,” the World Will represented by the Witch of Absolute Death, had been completely corrupted by “malice.” Mad thoughts and the Gods’ remaining sanity were constantly fighting over this World Will. The Saint, who was once the Witch of Absolute Death, knew this all too well.
Finally, the former “Absolute Death,” the current “Saint,” was influenced by the emotions of living beings, separating madness and “malice,” and completely breaking free from the influence of the Witch of Absolute Death, becoming a true living being.
But “Life” hadn’t escaped the influence of “malice.” The Witch of Absolute Death born hundreds of years later would definitely be an unprecedentedly terrifying existence, filled with madness and destruction.
To prevent this from happening, the Saint decided to bring forth the birth of the Witch of Absolute Death in advance, shortening the centuries-long formation time, artificially creating the Witch of Absolute Death.
Such a fantastical idea was impossible for any other living being to achieve, only the Saint could do it.
The Saint looked coldly at her former body, as if looking at a stranger, her indifferent eyes devoid of any emotion.
The most crucial part of the Artificial Witch Project was this “Witch’s Remains.” Coupled with the Saint’s understanding of the Witch of Absolute Death, the brand new Witch of Absolute Death was born within the remains.
Bound by a living body from the moment of her birth, the new “Absolute Death” didn’t seem to be affected by “malice.” Like a newborn baby, she curiously observed this world.
Although her entire world was only an endless void.
“To completely isolate the influence of ‘malice,’ your actions must be restricted.” The Saint said indifferently, “You were born for Luo Yan’s wish, your birth is to fulfill Luo Yan’s will, everything is to protect humanity.”
She didn’t understand these words.
She just nodded blankly, because the tall figure in front of her gave her a very familiar, very close feeling, like family.
But after speaking, her family left, leaving only an endless void, her existence like a drop of ink in an expanse of white.
She was very lonely, but she didn’t know what loneliness was.
Neither fully a conceptual entity nor a living being, she couldn’t understand these complex emotions.
The empty hall was devoid of anything, the silence maddening.
After an unknown amount of time, the lonely her finally started babbling.
Based on the few remaining impressions and memories in her mind, she softly hummed a nonsensical melody.
“One guard went mad, two guards were biting, three guards were all alone, four guards held hands and went to heaven…”
As she sang, a small, white light seemed to converge from all directions.
The small white light gently embraced her, seemingly singing along with her.
“Five guards all died, six guards were laughing, seven guards were crying, eight guards worked together, nine guards all came out…”
“Eeya eeya, ten guards lived happily ever after, eeya eeya, everyone created the most beautiful world together…”
A beautiful world, a beautiful wish, as if this was how it should be.
She turned her head and saw the white light coalesce into her own form, looking at her with its chin resting on its hand.
Then she smiled, because she was happy.
……
“Saint, are… you abandoning us?”
The Twelve Saints stood within the hall, looking up slightly at the seemingly eternal figure in the center.
The silent Saint stood with her back to them, saying nothing.
The Sanctuary had always been a forbidden place. Even the Twelve Saints couldn’t set foot here without the Saint’s permission.
No one knew what the Saint was doing in the Sanctuary, but everyone believed that she must be constantly thinking about how to save humanity, which was currently in danger.
—Until they saw this scene.
The Witch of Absolute Death was singing in the deepest part of the temple, the terrifying demonic power emanating uncontrollably, almost triggering a Calamity.
That was a Primordial Demon!
Less than a hundred years had passed since the Calamity Tide, and human civilization was still fragmented because of the Primordial Demons’ descent.
They had finally made some progress, only to discover that humanity’s savior, the Saint of Noah, was secretly summoning a Primordial Demon.
The Saint remained silent for a long time. Under the gaze of the Twelve Saints, she slowly turned around.
“Who… do you think I am?”
The Saint asked indifferently.
“You are the Saint, the savior of humanity.”
The Saints replied in unison. Even after witnessing the Saint summon a Primordial Demon, they still firmly believed this.
“No, I am not. The reason I accepted being called Saint by you is simply because there was no other title.”
The Saint slowly raised her head, as if looking at the dazzling starry sky. “I don’t want to save humanity either, I only want to save one person.”
A tear slowly traced a path down her cheek, but the Saint’s tone remained indifferent,
“But she is dead. The sins I committed with my own hands killed her, so I had to take on everything she bore and become the Saint you speak of.”
The Saint looked towards the depths of the temple. A faint, innocent smile seemed to linger on the sleeping black-haired girl’s face, her contented expression filled with happiness.
“I… am actually the Primordial Demon you speak of, the source of all evil, the originator of the Calamity Tide. The one I wanted to save, personally named me—”
“Absolute Death.”
Looking at the horrified expressions of the Twelve Saints, the Saint pointed at the sky and whispered,
“Are… you humans ready?”
“Ready to see the truth of all this?”
“Why was the Old Era destroyed, why does the New Era suffer so much, why did the Gods fall and become the ‘Malice of All Worlds,’ why do the Primordial Demons insist on destroying human civilization, these truths…”
“Do you have enough confidence to face them?”
Hearing this, the Twelve Saints were too shocked to speak.
The Saint casually revealed these earth-shattering things to them. If they weren’t the devout Twelve Saints, ordinary people would probably be driven mad after hearing this.
After an unknown amount of time, the Saints, recovering from this shocking news, said tremblingly,
“Saint, you… we…”
“It seems you are not ready yet, go back.”
The Saint turned her back and looked up slightly. “The truth isn’t actually far away, and your questions can also be answered. Look up at the starry sky above, all the answers are there.”
“The Calamity Tide has never ended. Endless terror envelops all existences, including… the Gods.”
