Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c21

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 21 End and Future

The Witch of End never dreamed that, hundreds of years later, she would hear these familiar words again.

What was even more ironic was that both transactions… were utterly insane.

The former used “malice” and the Gods’ remains to forcibly create a new God, attempting to create a God immune to the contamination of malice.

If the plan succeeded, other Gods could use this method to purify themselves.

The shackles of “malice” on the Gods would be broken, and human civilization could continue to develop, until it grew strong enough to withstand the truth beyond the starry sky.

Unfortunately, it failed. The new Witch of Absolute Death was still contaminated by malice, only that this contamination didn’t affect her.

The Artificial Witch was a mad plan, and the final result was a disastrous failure, the consequences of which were still being borne by both humanity and the Gods today.

And Miss Luo Yan’s plan…

In terms of madness, it was thousands, even tens of thousands of times crazier than the Artificial Witch Project, a terrifying existence that even the Witch of End couldn’t imagine.

Besides madness, it was absurd.

Miss Luo Yan’s bizarre idea was utterly absurd, but the problem was… it wasn’t funny at all.

On the contrary, it was chilling.

“Have you considered… what if it fails…”

Even the Witch of End felt Its voice tremble slightly. Before making the deal with the Saint, It had already foreseen the consequences of the Artificial Witch Project’s failure.

But even so, when the failure truly occurred, It was still terrified.

However, these consequences… compared to Miss Luo Yan’s plan, were insignificant.

Even if it succeeded, an irreversible tragedy might still occur.

No, not just a possibility… but a very high probability!

“Do we have any other choice?” Facing the Witch of End’s shock, Luo Yan remained calm. “The Gods’ so-called eternal cycle… can’t be maintained any longer, can it?”

The Witch of End didn’t refute Luo Yan’s question; It fell silent.

Even if the followers of the Church of the End Gods saw the truth beyond the starry sky with their own eyes, they could at most only know that this world faced a great crisis, but couldn’t understand the extent of this crisis.

Luo Yan was different from these followers. After witnessing what lay beyond the starry sky, she knew that the Gods’ persistence… was futile.

Perhaps before the Gods sealed off this planet, there were still other planets in the starry sky struggling under the erosion of “malice.”

But now, in the vast starry sky, only this lonely planet remained, this last isolated island.

The fall of this island was only a matter of time.

The Gods knew this, the Gods understood.

But They still made this choice, because They knew even better that if they didn’t, falling into “malice” would only be an instant.

“At least… we, and our living beings, can still survive for a while longer.” The Witch of End whispered, but Its voice lacked conviction. “Perhaps… there will be a turning point in the next era…”

It had to be said that most Gods held similar thoughts to End’s. Only Absolute Death made a different choice first.

Even though Absolute Death’s choice also ended in failure.

Failure, failure, failure…

Endless failures wore down the Gods’ spines. They had already changed from “Gods” to “Primordial Demons.”

They had to compromise with “malice,” only hoping to let this planet survive a little longer.

But how much longer could it survive?

A thousand years?

Two thousand years?

An era?

It might seem like a long time to mortals, but for this planet, this world, and the Gods, it was no different from a nap.

“I said… this is a transaction,” Luo Yan stood before the Witch of End, her crimson dress fluttering slightly in the breeze, “So, you can certainly refuse, but I can also choose to force this transaction.”

Although Luo Yan became a “Destruction” level being after the Holy Mountain incident, in the eyes of the Gods, who regarded even “Destruction” level as ants, this strength didn’t seem like much.

But the problem was… she wasn’t an ordinary “Destruction” level being, but a “Destruction” level being who controlled the power of the Gods.

Other “Destruction” level beings who controlled the power of the Gods… were the Saint, and the nine Misters of Dawn.

The reason the nine Misters of Dawn could carve out a home for ability users in the Endless Wasteland was because of their strength. Otherwise, those ability users expelled from the mega-cities would have perished long ago.

The Saint, when Old Noah was destroyed, fought against the forcibly revived Gods, ultimately dying in battle on the peak of the Holy Mountain, but also pinning the Gods in a near-eternal slumber, even the echoes of the Gods were trapped on the Holy Mountain, unable to escape.

And using a portion of Mister Five’s power, the previous Sword Saint Sect Master successfully wounded the Witch of Absolute Death.

Therefore, the key to fighting the Gods wasn’t about how strong one’s own strength was, because no matter how strong, it couldn’t compare to the power of the World Will.

It was about possessing power on the same level as the World Will, that is, “Demonic Power.”

God’s Chosen naturally possessed this power, but the problem was that almost no God’s Chosen could reach “Destruction” level, and without reaching “Destruction” level, they weren’t even qualified to stand before the Gods.

Clearly, Luo Yan now possessed this qualification.

No one was more qualified than her, not even the Saint, who once controlled five of the Gods’ offerings.

The Witch of End didn’t speak, seemingly pondering.

But It pondered for a long, long time, so long that the surrounding wasteland was stirred into a sandstorm, before finally speaking slowly,

“Is this a transaction? But it seems I’m the one at a disadvantage this time.”

“…You could say that.” Luo Yan didn’t confirm or deny.

The familiar dialogue made the Witch of End momentarily dazed. It chuckled self-deprecatingly and sat back down,

“It was like this hundreds of years ago, and it’s still like this hundreds of years later… I’ve already lost to you.”

Luo Yan sat back down beside It, gazing at the distant Lannister together with It.

“These insignificant mortals… even after experiencing great destruction, they can still… unknowingly… build such magnificent structures. Humans are truly amazing.”

The Witch of End sighed. From the Gods’ perspective, humans were actually Their children.

The Gods destroying civilization to continue the world was actually no different from killing their own children to survive. They also felt pain and weariness because of this.

“Soon, this nightmare will be over.”

Luo Yan whispered.

“But I won’t be able to see it, right?”

“Mm.”

“So be it,” the Witch of End closed its eyes, “I’m tired of watching anyway.”

“…Mm.”

A new sun slowly rose, piercing through the gloomy dark clouds, bringing a faint light to this hazy world.

There was no one beside Luo Yan anymore. She sat alone, light blue and crimson intertwining in her eyes.

She took the Witch of End’s power, or more precisely, just like extracting the “malice” from the Saint’s remains, she extracted the “malice” from the Witch of End.

However, the Witch of End was so severely eroded by “malice” that Its existence was inseparable from “malice.” Extracting the “malice” was equivalent to extracting Its entirety.

Although Luo Yan could preserve Its consciousness, in the end, the Witch of End chose to give it up.

It was tired, weary and tired of the endless cycle of despair.

And there was a more important reason: It was afraid of experiencing another failure, a failure that would plunge the entire world into the abyss of despair.

So, let Its everything… end here.

“This is a transaction,” Luo Yan whispered, “Using ‘End,’ to exchange for ‘Future’.”

“The deal is done, I agree.”

……

Within the Oak Council Chamber.

As the highest-level meeting room in Lannister, it was usually closed off to the outside world.

Even to the magistrates of the Council of Elders.

However, there were exceptions.

Norian, the Chief Magistrate of the Council of Elders, the absolute number one person in Lannister, the unexpected hero who brought Lannister back to its feet.

There was no place in Lannister where Norian couldn’t set foot.

There was no council meeting being held now, so Norian was the only person in the Oak Council Chamber.

He sat alone at the end of the conference table, his eyes slightly open, seemingly looking ahead, his unfocused gaze not landing on anything.

Only in the Oak Council Chamber could Norian find a moment of peace.

He had no children, his wife was just an ordinary housewife, and after Granny Zoya’s death, he had completely lost the last person he could confide in.

The entire weight of Lannister rested on his shoulders.

How much longer… would these days continue?

Norian didn’t know, but he felt it was an eternity.

After a moment of distraction, or perhaps a short nap, Norian slowly opened his cloudy eyes, and a dazzling crimson seemed to appear in his blurry vision.

He didn’t exclaim in surprise, because at the same time, he found that the surrounding scenery was no longer the Oak Council Chamber, but… a bar counter.

This kind of bar counter usually only appeared in bars frequented by the younger generation.

Guests sat side by side on high chairs, and the bartender stood opposite them, smiling and providing service.

But there was no bartender behind this counter, and the only guest was a figure in crimson.

“It seems like a dream…”

Such a realistic dream, probably only an ability user could create it.

Being able to infiltrate Lannister and reach the heavily guarded Oak Council Chamber, this level of ability user was beyond Norian’s ability to confront.

Moreover, this also meant that Lannister couldn’t protect him. The other party could kill him with a single thought.

Therefore, Norian wasn’t anxious or hurried. He just focused his mind, trying his best to face the newcomer with the dignity of Lannister’s Chief Magistrate.

Even facing death, Norian’s pride wouldn’t allow him to beg for mercy.

“…There’s no need to be so serious, Magistrate Norian.” A gentle voice sounded, carrying a hint of helplessness. “Long time no see—it’s just that you look much older.”

This voice…

Norian felt it was somewhat familiar. He struggled to focus his gaze on the crimson figure, and what entered his eyes was a flash of silver-white and a familiar, stunningly beautiful profile.

His eyes widened instantly, completely unexpected,

“It’s you… you’re back?”

Just like at the Lannister noble banquet back then, Luo Yan was meticulously mixing a cocktail, as if she had been sitting here waiting for Norian’s arrival.

“Yes,” she put down the cocktail, “There are some things I can’t let go of, I have to come back.”

Luo Yan paused. She didn’t sense Granny Zoya’s aura around Norian.

Seeing Norian’s current tired and aged appearance, and the Calamity this world was experiencing, she could vaguely guess what had happened.

However, she didn’t mention this, but changed the subject,

“The current Lannister… the situation doesn’t seem very good.”

“I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you.” Norian sighed. “I’m afraid its destruction is only a matter of time.”

In this endless Calamity Tide, without a barrier on the same level as Noah’s “Ark” or Dragon City’s “Imperial Palace,” it was difficult to say how much longer they could hold on.

Although Norian was the spiritual pillar and great leader of Lannister, he was also the most pessimistic about Lannister’s current situation.

After learning about the situations in large mega-cities like Noah and Dragon City, and the many mega-cities destroyed in the Calamity Tide, he couldn’t see any future.

All his current efforts were just clinging to an impossible hope, desperately waiting for the arrival of the final moment.

Luo Yan didn’t respond, just remained silent for a moment, then said,

“Don’t worry, all this will be over soon.”

She took out a black card and slid it across the bar counter.

The card stopped in front of Norian. He recognized it as the Black Card he had given to Luo Yan last time.

A Black Card that could be used for unlimited spending, with Lannister’s credit as collateral.

“It’s a pity I couldn’t use this precious gift even once in the end.”

Luo Yan said as Norian stared at the Black Card, lost in thought.

It was mainly because every time she wanted to use the Black Card, the occasion was a bit strange, either a roadside stall, or a street vendor, and the last time, she even planned to use it at Elise’s shop.

Norian tremblingly picked up the Black Card. This card symbolized Lannister’s glory and peak, signifying that Lannister had the confidence to cover the cardholder’s unlimited expenses, and also representing a precious friendship.

“Why are you returning it to me?” Norian asked softly, “Even though the current Lannister can no longer afford the unlimited spending of this Black Card, its symbolic meaning remains.

“Are you… planning to sever ties with Lannister?”

It was no wonder Norian asked this. The Black Card’s significance lay more in representing friendship, unlimited spending was just a way of expressing it.

But Norian was also puzzled. With Miss Luo Yan’s personality, she shouldn’t do this…

Facing Norian’s question, Luo Yan just shook her head gently and said,

“No special reason, just because… it won’t be needed anymore.”