Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c31-32

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 31 “The World of Malice”

The dazzling starry sky, maintained for who knew how many civilizations and eras, finally reached its destined moment of shattering, but not because of the Calamity beyond the stars, nor because the Gods had reached their end.

But because all despair and suffering were about to come to an end.

The Gods were dead.

But the “World” would live on.

Before the monstrous Calamity, “The World of Malice,” a figure enveloped in white light slowly emerged, almost as tall as this narrow world itself. Standing beside the Holy Mountain, It didn’t seem much smaller than the mountain.

Long, silver hair cascaded down, swaying in the wind, and a golden dress flowed around It, a shocking sight. Its holy face inspired reverence, forbidding any blasphemy.

When this holy figure appeared, the collapsing starry sky seemed to pause, the revelation of the truth stopping at the last moment.

All humans who looked up, regardless of distance, their vision was completely filled with this holy figure.

The people on the ground tried to see Its face clearly, but found that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t, but the only thing they could be certain of was that It was beautiful, a beauty impossible to exist in this world.

Even Illusion, within her illusion, was no exception. She looked up slightly at the holy figure, tears slowly tracing paths down her cheeks.

Because she was reminded of the World Will of her homeland, the “Progenitor.” In the final moment before facing the God “Destruction,” the “Progenitor” had also shown this form.

“It seems… the final moment has arrived…”

Illusion murmured softly.

The giant Calamity monster, “The World of Malice,” let out a sharp, terrifying, hysterical roar, the malicious sound piercing through their skulls and echoing in the ears of all living beings, and illusions began to appear in their vision.

All the most terrifying things they could imagine appeared before their eyes as if real.

Through the “World of Malice,” the rule of “malice” seemed to be spreading further in this world.

However, with a sigh seemingly from ancient times, these “malicious” illusions dissipated. The holy figure looked sorrowfully at the “World of Malice,” raised Its hand, and grasped the Holy Mountain.

The Holy Mountain was slowly uprooted, changing shape several times in Its hand, finally transforming into a simple and unadorned spear.

“The angry God hurled His spear at the enemy, fate connecting their causality, even heaven and earth lamented… unavoidable, unstoppable.”

Indeed, the Forbidden Technique “Spear of Destiny” used by offensive, mental-type ability users did exist, not just a conceptual product.

The true weapon of the Gods was the true Gungnir.

Its existence didn’t just mean a guaranteed hit, but a guaranteed death.

No one knew that this Holy Mountain, reaching into the heavens, wasn’t naturally formed, but a peerless weapon created by the Gods. Otherwise, the echoes of the Gods wouldn’t have lingered here for thousands of years.

The peak of the Holy Mountain and the Holy Mountain itself were two different things, just happened to be placed together.

This weapon once carried the Gods’ hopes of slaying “malice,” but unexpectedly, “malice” wasn’t a conceptual entity like the Gods, but an unkillable rule, a true God.

But this didn’t mean that this failed attempt was meaningless. At least when facing the “World of Malice,” Gungnir would be the most terrifying weapon.

When the holy figure drew Gungnir, even the almost mindless “World of Malice” sensed a hint of final destruction.

Indeed, Gungnir’s guaranteed-death characteristic could be effective against the “World of Malice.”

However, the “World of Malice” wouldn’t give up struggling. It was also a God of this world, the World Will closely connected to the world itself.

The moment Gungnir appeared, this massive Calamity monster instantly scattered its consciousness throughout the world.

Countless bases left by the Church of the End Gods, altars filled with traces of “malice,” resonated with the “God of Malice” at this moment.

The Gods contaminated by “malice” before didn’t always maintain a conscious will. Actually, most of the time, their will was the result of the “malice” contamination.

The Church of the End Gods thought they were carrying out the Gods’ mission of saving the world, but in a way, they became accomplices in the spread of “malice,” only that the extent of this spread was balanced under the Gods’ plan.

Unfortunately, an unprecedented change occurred in this era of demise. The previous balance became unbalanced, and when the “World of Malice” was born, the Church of the End Gods became puppets of “malice.”

Even though they were already destroyed.

Indeed, even the “World of Malice” couldn’t contend with Gungnir. This was a super-causal weapon created to kill Gods, using all the power of the Gods, although it only had one chance.

Gungnir was a weapon that severed life. Its power was like fireworks, blooming brilliantly before turning to ashes.

However, the “World of Malice” was now closely connected to this world through the altars left by the Church of the End Gods, used to communicate with the Gods.

Once it was slain by Gungnir, the connected world would also be destroyed.

And at that moment, the holy figure… would also disappear.

However, the holy figure seemed to have anticipated that the Calamity monster would do this, so It only drew Gungnir, but didn’t throw it at the “World of Malice.”

The “World of Malice” let out another inexplicable shriek, seemingly mocking the holy figure. It could gamble the entire world, but the holy figure couldn’t. This was the advantage of one without scruples.

“…This isn’t a difficult choice.”

The holy figure whispered, but no one could hear Its words.

It raised Its hand, Its world-covering silver hair fluttering, but all gazes towards It were focused on the spear in Its hand.

Gungnir, the weapon of the Gods forged from the Holy Mountain, the Spear of Destiny that could only be used once, the super-causal weapon of absolute death.

It waved Its hand seemingly casually, and Gungnir was thrown crookedly.

It seemed that Its throwing technique wasn’t very skilled. Even Gungnir seemed to sigh helplessly, a force arising out of thin air, pushing the spear into the Calamity monster’s body.

The Calamity monster let out a sharp, incredulous wail. The spear had already pierced its body, its life force rapidly fading, the law of absolute death acting upon it, even a conceptual entity couldn’t avoid it.

But why?

It didn’t understand, why?

Wasn’t Her purpose to save the world?

Why… do this?

It was dying, and this world would be destroyed along with it!

The holy figure seemed to read its disbelief before death, and whether to answer its unwillingness, or just a long sigh, It said,

“As expected, compared to hesitation and deliberation, directly killing you is much simpler…”

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 32 A New World

The colossal, world-covering Calamity monster began to collapse. Gungnir, the conceptual weapon forged from the Holy Mountain, pierced its body, and the law of certain death took effect on the “World of Malice.”

From every collapsing piece of flesh and blood surged a light like a clinging curse, engulfing all the darkness and filth within the light, devouring it completely.

In a sense, this light was to conceptual entities what “malice” was to this world, an irresistible existence.

Wielding Gungnir required the combined will of all Gods. Only when Their wills completely merged could the Holy Mountain, standing tall upon the land, respond…

Because there was only one Gungnir, and the law of certain death could only be used once. Without absolute certainty, or absolute despair, the Gods didn’t want to see it appear in the present world.

And the current situation…

Was it absolute certainty, or absolute despair?

No one knew.

As the Calamity monster collapsed, this world, closely connected to it, also faced an unprecedented crisis.

Bottomless cracks appeared on the earth, endless lava and flames surged from deep within the earth, and this lonely island, barely surviving in the malicious starry sky, let out its final wail, just moments away from complete destruction.

Gungnir slew the “World of Malice,” but at the same time, it also destroyed the World Will that sustained this world.

Without the World Will, even the planet itself could hardly be maintained.

The holy figure gradually dissipated at this moment, the Gods’ final cry reaching its end, and this isolated island finally lost its last pillar.

Luo Yan stood beside the collapsing ruins of the Holy Mountain, the cries and wails of countless living beings echoing in her ears. The Witch of Absolute Death stood silently behind her, looking at this silver-white figure.

That towering holy figure just now was a temporary World Will constructed by their and the Gods’ cries, its purpose to confront the “World of Malice,” but it ultimately couldn’t maintain the existence of this world.

Therefore, when drawing Gungnir, when facing the Calamity monster, the Witch of Absolute Death was actually the hesitant one. She knew very well the price of using the Spear of Destiny; the entire world would have to pay for it.

But Luo Yan threw Gungnir without hesitation. Not only did the Calamity monster hysterically question why, even the Witch of Absolute Death, connected to her, couldn’t understand Luo Yan’s actions.

Wasn’t her ultimate goal… to save the world?

Luo Yan didn’t explain to anyone, and there was no need to.

The scenes unfolding before her eyes, one after another, all felt familiar, she had seen them in some fragmented memories.

Why was this happening?

Luo Yan closed her eyes.

Because she had experienced it.

Above the vast starry sky, seemingly endless planets, their destruction, their fall, ultimately all becoming the “World of Malice”… she had seen everything they experienced.

She was the witness to this world’s end, and even more so… the undertaker.

“Inevitably becoming monsters dominated by ‘malice,’ this should have been the destined fate of this world…”

Luo Yan looked up. The false, dazzling starry sky had completely collapsed, and the truth of the Calamity was blatantly displayed before her eyes.

Even more exposed than on the peak of the Holy Mountain.

For the first time, or perhaps countless times, she came into contact with “malice” again.

The God “malice.”

“Absolute Death,” Luo Yan said softly, although the world beneath her feet was constantly collapsing, not a trace of fluctuation could be seen in her eyes, “Actually, End was wrong, and the Gods were also wrong.”

“…Wrong?” A hint of confusion appeared in the Witch of Absolute Death’s eyes. “What… wrong?”

The Gods had made many mistakes, but they all knew it in their hearts.

The “mistake” Luo Yan mentioned at this time probably wasn’t one the Witch of Absolute Death knew.

“Yes,” Luo Yan nodded, “Actually, there was never any incarnation of ‘malice,’ nor any separated sliver of consciousness… I, am ‘malice’.”

She turned her head slightly, her pale red eyes looking indifferently at the Witch of Absolute Death,

“The Gods’ plan wanted to extract a part of ‘malice,’ but the essence of ‘malice’ is a rule, a special rule like a virus, yet undeniable, pervading the entire world, how could it be separated?”

Upon directly contacting the “malice” beyond the starry sky, many memories surged in Luo Yan’s mind. These memories from the Gods had leaked some fragments before, causing the past Luo Yan to frequently fall unconscious.

These memories were all of the final moments of every planet in this world.

The silver-white light appeared among the ugly, collapsing world monsters, seeming so out of place, yet also possessing a strange sense of harmony.

There was no separation between her and “malice,” she was “malice” itself.

“Actually, I only realized this now, that the rule of a God and the personality of a God are actually separate.” Luo Yan smiled faintly,

“Named ‘malice,’ wherever it goes, there is terror and contamination, ugliness and distortion, but these have nothing to do with the personality of ‘malice’ itself.”

Luo Yan started walking. She seemed to be strolling leisurely, but with every step she took, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, as if she had covered thousands of miles with a single step.

But Luo Yan’s hand was still tightly interlocked with the Witch of Absolute Death’s; neither let go of the other.

The silver-haired girl and the dark-haired girl walked hand in hand across the land. Wherever they went, the collapse stopped, the Calamity froze, all disasters halted at the last moment before occurring.

The entire world, as they walked, seemed to fall into slumber, pausing at the instant before falling into the abyss of annihilation.

The surrounding colors gradually faded to black and white, and the Calamity monsters roaming the starry sky seemed not to notice this exposed, lost island, continuing to wander aimlessly in the endless starry sky.

Not only the living beings of this world, but even this world, which was about to be destroyed, fell into a boundless dream.

—End, Future, Never Parting from Dreams.

But how was this achieved?

Even the Gods’ own powers only came from a part of the world. They were the World Will born from the world, supporting its existence, but that didn’t mean they had the power to control the entire world.

Being able to do this…

Finally, at this moment, the Witch of Absolute Death understood Luo Yan’s words just now.

There was never any incarnation of “malice.” Luo Yan… was the true malice.

How ironic… the existence of the God “malice” was so twisted and terrifying, but its personality was filled with cherishing life and yearning for kindness.

Such opposing contradictions harmoniously existed within the same being.

The walk wasn’t over yet, and the world, sunk in a dream, hadn’t stopped its destruction. Luo Yan gently waved her hand, dyeing this gray world with the colors belonging to her… no, belonging to “Hope.”

Like a colorful, childlike doodle.

“Do you know, Absolute Death, when I awakened in Ghost Town, what I saw was this kind of scene.”

Luo Yan’s steps quickened. Holding Absolute Death’s hand, she wantonly painted this world.

In her doodle, the azure sky, the bright sun, the clear moonlight, and the endless, dazzling, and beautiful starry sky, all appeared one by one.

Amidst this beautiful scenery, countless happy doodle figures cheered, welcoming this brand new doodle world.

These… were all Little Tini’s dreams, and now Luo Yan, possessing the power to control the world, finally realized them.

And Absolute Death saw not just this, but more.

“All humans in this world… no! All living beings, have gained abilities! They have all become ability users!”

The Witch of Absolute Death looked incredulously at everything appearing before her eyes. Even the most ordinary blade of grass was given spiritual energy circuits.

What terrifying power did Miss Luo Yan possess to be able to achieve this…

Energy had to be balanced. This world simply didn’t have the conditions to give birth to so many ability users. All this stemmed from Miss Luo Yan’s drawing; she casually bestowed superhuman abilities upon all living beings.

At this moment, the sun in the sky seemed to be tinged with blood red, and the Witch of Absolute Death recognized it.

—Envy, Hope, the Eyes of Fear and Envy.

Miss Luo Yan unleashed a power that affected the entire world. The effect of this power was to fundamentally change this world. The essence of all living beings was permanently modified, ability users were no longer special existences, everyone was an ability user.

At the same time, within these doodle images, a vast river of time slowly emerged, traversing the entire land, enveloping this planet.

The surging river flowed forward with endless waves, this was the irreversible other shore of time.

Standing in place, gazing at the seemingly endless end of the river of time, the Witch of Absolute Death saw everything the Witch of Sorrow had seen… the future of this world.

The future presented by the other shore of the river of time seemed to be filled with endless possibilities, but the final outcome of these possibilities was only destruction.

Without exception.

“Do you see it?”

Luo Yan’s voice sounded.

“…I understand.”

The Witch of Absolute Death whispered.

The reason why the Witch of Sorrow was always pessimistic about everything was because It couldn’t see a hopeful future.

“Then look again.”

Luo Yan continued walking, holding the Witch of Absolute Death’s small hand, strolling along this end of the river of time.

Every time she stepped past a possibility, one of the futures would dissipate.

…No, it wasn’t just that.

The Witch of Absolute Death saw that Luo Yan’s steps slowed down. Her gaze shifted from this end of the river of time to the other shore, silently watching everything that happened.

She saw it.

These despairing futures, these hopeless possibilities, this endless despair, were all gradually disappearing.

Dissipating like flying ashes.

Finally, all futures pointed towards blankness.

Complete unknown.

The irreversible river of time flowed on. Even Miss Luo Yan couldn’t change the tragic past, but she could at least leave a blank space for the future.

Leave a sliver of hope.

Time… stopped.

The entire world’s time froze at this moment. The Sands of Time floating above the river of time were fixed at a certain point, a beautiful clock replacing the original sun, and all its hands were motionless.

—Sorrow, Happiness, Sands of Time.

The Sands of Time could reverse or pause time for a certain target, but the greater the energy contained within the target, the smaller the effect of the Sands of Time.

Stopping the entire world’s time at a certain moment…

Judging from the two previous world-affecting powers, it wasn’t surprising that Miss Luo Yan could achieve this.

What was next…

Miss Luo Yan didn’t hesitate any further, and another power enveloped the entire world.

—Terror, Joy, Return to the Past.

Possessing an ability didn’t automatically make one an ability user, just like not everyone with divine power could successfully wield divine authority.

Most humans weren’t naturally suited to having spiritual energy circuits. They couldn’t withstand the power brought by spiritual energy circuits, and even if they were given spiritual energy circuits through some means, it would only lead to their death.

Similar to “Artificial God’s Chosen,” these God’s Chosen couldn’t truly use divine authority. From the moment they were created, it was equivalent to a death sentence.

Luo Yan naturally didn’t want to kill most of the living beings in this world, so the next power to envelop the world was “Terror.”

She rewrote the bodies of all living beings, making them capable of withstanding spiritual energy circuits.

This was a unique gift. All living beings in the world could now reach at least the level of a “Difficulty” level ability user, without any side effects.

Furthermore, even if a God’s Chosen appeared by chance, they wouldn’t lose control because they couldn’t withstand the divine power.

Mister One’s tragedy wouldn’t happen again.

Just then, Luo Yan finally stopped.

The Witch of Absolute Death stopped with her, their eyes meeting.

“It’s my turn now, isn’t it, little white flower?”

The Witch of Absolute Death whispered.

Of all the Witches’ powers, only hers hadn’t been used yet.

“No,” Luo Yan shook her head and touched her chest, “This is your power, you should be the one to use it.”

As her voice fell, a dark yet brilliant black Manjusaka flower bloomed at Luo Yan’s fingertips, its scattered petals drifting towards the Witch of Absolute Death.

“…Me?”

The Witch of Absolute Death hesitated. She knew her own power very well. Compared to the other Gods, she was inferior, how could she possibly reach Miss Luo Yan’s level?

Miss Luo Yan being able to achieve all this was probably related to her contact with the “malice” beyond the starry sky.

Although Luo Yan couldn’t change the rule of being “malice” herself, as a God, her power far surpassed that of a World Will limited to a single planet.

“Don’t you have the scepter of the Gods?” Luo Yan tilted her head and chuckled softly.

“You mean…” The Witch of Absolute Death hesitantly took out an ordinary small wooden stick. “Your guide cane?”

“No, the scepter of the Gods,” Luo Yan looked directly into the Witch of Absolute Death’s eyes, “Your scepter.”

“Absolute Death… you… are the God of the new world.”