Witch’s Night: Chapter 100 The Truth
“Is this considered a transaction?”
“Yes.”
It opened its eyes and raised its hand.
The small, bandaged hand was abnormally thin, as if it would shatter with a gentle squeeze.
The mortal’s memories gradually faded, some auras that shouldn’t exist began to dissipate, and the part that belonged to “One” was collapsing.
“But… Absolute Death, this transaction of yours only resulted in failure.”
She sat up, her bandaged face revealing only one ice-blue eye, surrounded by a dreamy aura, as if detached from the world.
—The Witch of End.
She had once descended upon the world as a sliver of consciousness, incarnated as Mister One of Dawn, experiencing human civilization as a mortal.
But all this was meaningless to the Witch of End. It was more concerned about the former Absolute Death, the Saint of that time… whether her arrogant and mad plan could succeed.
Now it seemed, it was just a miserable failure.
…The Artificial Witch simply couldn’t avoid the contamination of “malice,” and was even more susceptible to it.
“Our time… is running out…”
The Witch of End stood up and walked towards the door step by step.
This was the Wall of Resentment in Yan City. After the Yan City war ended, One’s last body was stored here, but it could no longer be used as an “Ice Coffin Weapon.”
Not because Yan City didn’t dare to use it, but because this body had already lost all its demonic power.
But now, the consciousness of the Witch of End returned, the beautiful and illusory “Never Parting from Dreams” enveloping It.
The Wall of Resentment was slowly pushed open, and It saw countless terrified faces, and the alarm, signifying the “descent of a Demon’s true form,” echoing in its ears.
The humans around It were filled with fear, all weapons aimed at the Witch of End.
But It just glanced at them and sighed softly,
“Truly… pathetic.”
If this was all human civilization could achieve, failure was inevitable.
Now, it was time to stop the culprit behind this failure.
The Witch of End transformed into a dreamscape and instantly vanished without a trace.
Its target was only… Noah, the Sanctuary.
…The Artificial Witch of Absolute Death.
……
“Is there… truly no… chance left?”
Marytis wanted to save the world.
Marytis once thought so.
But now… she had failed.
When the Witch of Absolute Death took the Gods’ powers, Marytis realized her failure.
Not because the Witch of Absolute Death intercepted her, but because her plan was impossible from the very beginning.
No matter how much power Miss Luo Yan obtained, no matter what kind of God she became…
The endless “malice” would still spread, and human civilization would have no future but despair.
The Witch of Sorrow looked at Marytis indifferently. It was a Primordial Demon, It was a God, the innate emotions of living beings were something It couldn’t understand.
It just felt… a strange sensation watching this living being, the only one in the world who could understand Its words, collapse like this.
An indescribable feeling.
“Marytis, you have tried your best,” the Witch of Sorrow said softly, “Next… just… leave it to me.”
“Witch of Sorrow…”
Marytis looked up blankly, staring at the purple phantom identical to herself.
This voice that had accompanied her since birth, only now did Marytis slightly glimpse Its true appearance.
It wasn’t that Marytis and the Witch of Sorrow looked exactly alike, but rather that Marytis’s appearance was due to the Witch of Sorrow’s influence.
But no matter what… all this seemed to be over for Marytis.
She couldn’t save the world. No matter the cost, she could only be swept away by the irresistible currents of history, continuing the Gods’ cycle of despair.
“Sleep, my dear Marytis,” the Witch of Sorrow’s slightly sorrowful voice seemed to be humming softly, “Just sleep soundly like this, until the end of the world…”
The purple phantom gently embraced the nun, and the nun slowly closed her eyes. They gradually merged into one.
The Sands of Time reversed, and the frozen river of time began to flow again, towards the other shore called the “past.”
—The Witch of Sorrow, revived.
…….
“Big Sister… Luo Yan…”
“Don’t…”
Murmurs in her sleep, a helpless struggle with outstretched hands, ultimately returning to silence.
The petite girl opened her eyes, the aura of a living being completely extinguished, replaced by terrifying vertical pupils filled with amber light.
Her pink curls were tinged with gold, and powerful demonic power surged within her small body.
At the same time, a giant, ghastly specter gradually appeared above.
When “Witch’s Night” descended, even the “Clumsy Flame” barrier couldn’t suppress the eruption of demonic power.
Cecilia’s consciousness gradually faded, and another consciousness descended upon her body from somewhere unknown.
—The Demoness of Terror, fully awakened.
…….
The giant monster’s corpse fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The pure white Holy Soul looked at it, but seemed to be looking at something else through it.
“Perhaps… it’s not a complete failure.”
She whispered, but no one could hear her voice.
After the Holy Soul appeared, the immortal monster Wen Hua seemed to lose all its special characteristics, its abilities sealed by some kind of power of annihilation.
When it lost its immortality, defeat and death were only a matter of time.
The monster’s terrifying eyes remained wide open, its gaze fixed on Wen Su until its death.
But looking at his former younger brother, Wen Su showed no expression.
Thus, the last trace of the Church of the End Gods in this era completely disappeared in the battle of Dragon City.
Of the three Bishops, two died in battle, and one was missing.
More than ninety percent of the followers became nourishment for the coffin monsters in this doomed struggle, and the remaining followers were almost all annihilated by humanity.
This time, the Church of the End Gods was even more thoroughly destroyed than during the War of the Witch of Absolute Death hundreds of years ago.
However, this didn’t mean the end of the catastrophe.
On the contrary, this was just the beginning.
Cracks appeared in the eternally unchanging, dazzling starry sky, the earth’s spine was collapsing, and the aura of Calamity surged, impacting the domain of human civilization.
From the moment the Witch of Absolute Death took the powers, all the slumbering Witches were awakened.
The dream of End descended upon the present world, Sorrow twisted the long river of time, and the evil spirit condensed from the thoughts of Terror gradually appeared in the sky above.
A giant, black Manjusaka flower bloomed in the depths of the Sanctuary, endless deathly silence gradually filling the entire Sanctuary, even suppressing the contamination of “malice.”
Frantic alarms sounded in all mega-cities within human territory at this moment, the aura of Demons’ true forms detected everywhere, and true fear finally descended upon the present world.
—Thus, the prelude to the Calamity completely ended, all Witches had awakened, and “Witch’s Night” officially arrived.
But, to the surprise of all, another crimson eye slowly opened on the Holy Mountain.
The black pupil, the blood-red eye, and its restless twitching, all indicated that this was the demonic offering of the Witch of Envy, the “Eye of Fear and Envy.”
The Holy Soul looked into the distance, all these scenes reflected in her clear, pure eyes.
What was happening now was so similar to what happened in the Old Era.
However, back then, there were also five Sovereigns, far more dangerous than now.
“This time… can we succeed?”
The Holy Soul murmured, her gaze crossing mountains and rivers, falling upon the Holy Mountain.
Her indifferent eyes showed a hint of gentleness, then slowly closed.
Success or failure, it no longer mattered to her.
“The world… humanity… and our once glorious civilization, all this is entrusted to you.”
“…Luo Yan, Absolute Death.”
…….
“One guard went mad, two guards were biting, three guards were all alone, four guards held hands and went to heaven…”
“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…”
The melodious singing echoed halfway up the Holy Mountain, but the singing wasn’t from the Witch of Absolute Death, nor from Luo Yan.
But… the echoes of the Gods.
The Saint once fought against the Gods on the Holy Mountain, and the echoes left behind hadn’t dissipated to this day.
But at this moment, They all revived, the echoes forming figures, standing before Noah and Luo Yan.
They sang together, in the language of the Gods, completely reciting this mad song.
Indeed, this song… was the story of the Gods.
The Gods, under the corruption of “malice,” gradually fell, losing control one after another, ultimately and helplessly falling into self-imposed slumber, and a cycle of despair repeating every ten thousand years.
The current world was drifting further and further away from the “most beautiful world” They yearned for.
“This… this is…”
Noah’s eyes widened slightly, his wrinkled eyelids trembling.
As the last Saint in the world who had followed the Saint, Noah could barely understand the language of the Gods.
To be precise, he could tell that it was the Gods’ language, but he couldn’t understand its meaning.
The singing of the Gods together was an incredibly powerful shock to any living being, even Noah, currently the strongest human, couldn’t avoid it.
From afar came the fluctuations of the Witches’ awakening, the aura of Primordial Demons filling the entire land, and the complete revival, unseen for thousands of years, finally arrived. This would be the prelude to the final battle.
“Lord Noah.”
At this time, Luo Yan spoke softly.
But the language she spoke now was already mixed with the aura of the Gods.
“What’s going on?”
Noah turned his head, his pupils constricting violently,
“Miss Luo Yan… no, are you still Miss Luo Yan, or… the Witch of Envy?”
A crimson, strapless evening gown, countless eyeballs rolling on its skirt, the “Eyes of Fear and Envy” staring directly at Noah, making him subconsciously ignore the woman’s stunning beauty.
Identical to the recorded characteristics of the Witch of Envy.
But hadn’t Miss Luo Yan said that she killed the Witch of Envy? The current situation…
Could it be…
“…I am both Luo Yan, and the Witch of Envy.”
Luo Yan, now aware of her own changes, said softly,
“Envy has indeed fallen, but what fell was only ‘Hope,’ one of the Gods. The power She possessed… has completely merged into my body.”
As the power she was most proficient in using, Luo Yan’s control over “Envy” had already reached the level of the Gods.
After confronting the Witch of Envy in the Endless Void, and experiencing the divine whispers that cost the Witch of Envy Her divinity, Luo Yan and the Witch of Envy had, in a way, become one.
The current Luo Yan could be said to have inherited the Witch of Envy’s position as a God, becoming the new “Hope.”
The space halfway up the Holy Mountain became unstable. Although the echoes of the Gods weren’t as powerful as the Gods at their peak, they still couldn’t be underestimated.
But for the current Luo Yan, this was no longer a problem.
She slowly walked forward, the illusion power enveloping her gradually fading, and the fox tail behind her dimming and becoming translucent.
Miss Luo Yan walked towards the peak of the Holy Mountain. The echoes of the Gods didn’t stop her, just silently watched her, their gazes following this crimson figure towards the ultimate truth.
Noah didn’t follow. He knew very well that he wasn’t Miss Luo Yan; he couldn’t overcome the echoes of the Gods.
In the end, even though Noah mustered his courage, he still couldn’t glimpse the truth.
But… what did it matter?
Noah sat down and closed his eyes.
The already dim candlelight of his life… instantly extinguished in a single breath.
All his remaining life force was given to the crimson figure ahead.
“This… is all I can do… for humanity, for this world.”
Noah, the First Saint, calmly embraced death one step away from the truth, ending this life that had persisted for over a thousand years.
—The Witch of Envy, reappeared in the world.
…….
On the vast, desolate mountain peak, only a single crimson figure slowly moved forward.
This was a long road, and she had wandered this road for an unknown number of years.
Finally, she approached the truth.
Miss Luo Yan walked step by step, as if strolling leisurely, yet her steps carried an indescribable weight.
Because the girl carried all the “malice” of the world, walking alone on this land of suffering.
Finally, Luo Yan took the last step.
Above her, there were no more traces of humanity, and below her, was the entire world.
What did she see?
A monster once called the Saint, the tragic sight of being eroded and corrupted by “malice,” but all she felt was warmth and gentleness, the source of her life.
What else did she see?
Luo Yan looked up at the starry sky.
…No, there was no starry sky.
The dazzling and beautiful starry sky was gone. This was the only omission in the Gods’ dream, the only place where one could glimpse the real starry sky.
She saw…
—”Malice.”
Why…
Why did the humans of the Old Era, after breaking through the false starry sky, fall into endless despair?
Why?
Why did the Church of the End Gods, after learning the truth, become completely lost?
Why was all this happening?
At this moment, these “whys”… these answers… slowly unfolded before Luo Yan’s eyes.
Beyond the starry sky were countless planets, countless deaths.
Floating in the vast starry sky weren’t beautiful stars, but one after another, ferocious tumors similar to planets, yet completely different.
There were no white clouds, only black blood mist;
There was no sun, only collapsing stars surging with blood-red light;
There was no blue sky, only corrosion and malice filling the entire starry sky…
Countless Calamity monsters, as large as planets, freely roamed the malicious starry sky, in all kinds of terrifying forms.
Countless cold eyeballs, the size of planets, gazed down, whether noticing Luo Yan’s gaze, or staring at this planet that hadn’t been completely eroded by “malice.”
These Calamity monsters had already devoured all planets besides this one, along with their Gods—
No, that wasn’t right.
Perhaps these monsters were the former Gods, the former World Wills.
The Gods, completely corrupted by “malice,” devoured their own worlds, becoming the most complete, the most terrifying Calamity Tide.
This was the real world.
The true truth.
(End of Volume)
