The Grotesque Miss’s End Story v3c103p1

Chapter 103: Transcendence and Nyarlathotep p1

The First Seat rarely showed such sincerity, and the sorrow in her words made Luo Ling hesitate.

“Choice…?”

Luo Ling was silent.

As the personification of Doomsday, Transcendence had two choices when facing Doomsday’s arrival.

The first was to surrender completely, let Doomsday arrive, and turn everything into nothingness, while It, as the personification, remained alone in this world.

The second…

Was the choice the former It made.

Exhausting all its efforts, even at the cost of its own existence, to push back Doomsday’s arrival, leaving behind the last mourners for this world.

Compared to the scale of the entire universe, the brief existence of the origin points was just a fleeting moment.

Transcendence, sacrificing itself, could only reclaim this instant.

In the eyes of the First Seat, also a deity, it was completely meaningless.

Because after this brief reprieve, Doomsday would return, and the outcome wouldn’t change.

It was just a meaningless sacrifice.

“Even now, I still regret her demise,” the First Seat said faintly, “Because she was… one of the few I could truly talk to.

You too, little Amethyst.”

“I…”

Luo Ling opened her mouth, knowing that the First Seat’s words practically confirmed one thing.

She and the personification of a deity could be considered equals.

This was a deity’s acknowledgment, there couldn’t be any mistake.

However, Luo Ling didn’t feel any joy, only an unspeakable heaviness.

“But… the other members of the Tea Party, don’t they count as… people you can talk to?” Luo Ling asked, her lips pursed slightly.

The First Seat didn’t answer immediately, just giving an indescribable smile, both forced and complex.

She returned to her usual languid posture, her gaze seemingly drifting into the distance, and said softly, “It’s a rare opportunity, let me tell you a story, about… the Tea Party.”

This was a story from a long, long time ago, so long ago… that the First Seat of that time hadn’t yet realized she was the personification of Nyarlathotep.

She also once tried her best to save the world, a divine disaster looming over her world.

The original Tea Party was thus born. The First Seat at that time found many companions with the aptitude of God’s Favored, forming an independent faction.

All the current rules of the Witch Tea Party were established back then, including concealing their identities with mystical colors, the rules of convening, and the floral patterns used for transactions.

However… the scale of the Tea Party back then far surpassed the current one.

Because the First Seat, as a deity’s personality, possessed incredibly powerful strength. The Tea Party’s power was undeniable, practically the most mysterious and terrifying organization in that world.

Almost every organization had infiltrated Tea Party members.

A single command from the First Seat could throw the entire world into chaos.

Regardless of the methods, their ultimate goal was to resist the divine disaster.

However, after a not-so-long period, the First Seat and her Tea Party failed.

By the time she realized her true identity, the tragedy was irreversible.

“The Tea Party was once that world’s last hope, but even a glimmer of hope would eventually be extinguished.”

Speaking of her past self, a faint sorrow filled the air, even Luo Ling’s eyes teared up slightly.

Although the First Seat omitted most of the details, after all, such a vast story couldn’t be told in just a few words, it was clear that she cherished her companions.

Just like her sister and the others to her.

However…

“They…”

Luo Ling couldn’t help but ask.

“They… died, more or less.” The First Seat glanced at Luo Ling.

More or less.

This phrase meant that their ending… was perhaps even more terrifying than simple death.

Luo Ling wisely didn’t pry further.

Their demise clearly dealt a heavy blow to the First Seat, who sealed her heart, no longer easily placing her true feelings in others.

Because besides deities, all other beings would be completely consumed by a divine disaster.

The former Transcendence and the First Seat were both personified manifestations of deities’ consciousnesses. They must have shared a memorable time, as the First Seat called Transcendence her old friend.

Until Transcendence chose to sacrifice itself, something the First Seat still regretted to this day.

Therefore, it was understandable why she almost pleaded with Luo Ling, who was incredibly similar to Transcendence, not to follow in her footsteps.

“Can the ‘grave keepers’ created by the Doomsday Messengers’ ‘preserving civilization’ plan… survive Doomsday’s arrival?” Luo Ling suddenly thought of this and asked in a deep voice.

“Yes,” the First Seat gave an unexpected answer, but what surprised Luo Ling even more was her next sentence, “They’re currently in that state.”

Luo Ling was speechless.

They could succeed, but the outcome was worse than death.

Perhaps the results of different divine rules varied, but it was imaginable… that none of them were good endings.

Luo Ling couldn’t help but worry about her sister and the others, what kind of fate awaited them if Doomsday truly arrived.

But she didn’t dare ask the First Seat, afraid of receiving a despairing answer.

Temporarily burying this worry in her heart, she could at least retain a sliver of hope.

Since Luo Ling didn’t ask this almost obvious question, the First Seat didn’t volunteer the answer.

They both tacitly avoided this topic.

“However, little Amethyst, actually, in this world, there’s more than just your Witch Tea Party.” The First Seat suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, “When you came in just now, you probably wanted to ask about the relationship between the former Valhalla and me. Now I can tell you, the ‘Valhalla’ plan… was devised by a Tea Party member.

Also the first Witch Tea Party in this world.”

Luo Ling wasn’t surprised by this answer. Without the First Seat’s help, the former Valhalla couldn’t possibly achieve this.

Containing a trace of Doomsday… was probably something they couldn’t even imagine.

However, this first Witch Tea Party…

“After Transcendence’s demise, I discovered that the Transcendence path It left behind still existed, along with the four origin points separated from a single civilization. Although precarious under Doomsday’s erosion, I thought… perhaps, if I waited and saw, the outcome might be different.”

The First Seat chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Perhaps I was truly… reminded of the past by Transcendence, and unknowingly… formed another Tea Party in this world. The members at that time all died during the former Valhalla’s demise, but they left behind descendants, and Camellia is one of them.”

Camellia, the dragon girl with an elven appearance, although her behavior and speech were always mature, even her figure under the mystical colors was that of a tall and voluptuous woman, she was actually a perpetually young girl.

She was from Valhalla, but Luo Ling, when encountering the former Valhalla, didn’t connect her to Camellia, only confirming this connection when the First Seat mentioned it now.

“I believe you’ve witnessed the former Valhalla’s miracle firsthand. However, these weren’t entirely my doing. They also obtained them from me through transactions, one after another.”

The First Seat said, “Whether it’s ‘Nyarlathotep’ in other worlds, or the Chaos path in this world, they all emphasize the rule of ‘equivalent exchange,’ something even I can’t completely violate.

I didn’t participate in the details of the ‘Valhalla’ plan, but some of the crucial information and incredible miracles were my doing, including containing the trace of Doomsday.”

“I see…”

Luo Ling nodded thoughtfully and continued, “So, the consciousness imprint I found in ‘Valhalla’… was also left by you?”

“What consciousness imprint?” The First Seat was stunned.

“I found a consciousness imprint in ‘Valhalla’ that’s very similar to mine, but not mine. Strangely, it works just like my own, and it has very high permissions within the ‘Valhalla’ system…”

Luo Ling said, observing the First Seat’s expression.

The First Seat’s expression turned serious, and she sat up straight.

“I’ve never left any consciousness imprint there.”

“Really? I thought you left an imprint of Transcendence in ‘Valhalla’…”

Luo Ling’s suspicion wasn’t unreasonable. The most likely source of this strange consciousness imprint was Transcendence, and the First Seat clearly missed Transcendence, such an action wouldn’t be surprising.

“No, it wasn’t me, and it can’t be Transcendence’s imprint either,” the First Seat shook her head and said, “Although I always call her Transcendence, she isn’t truly Transcendence. It’s just a path she created, just like the Doomsday path isn’t equivalent to Doomsday itself.

There’s only one deity in this world, Doomsday. And she, as the personified manifestation of its consciousness, completely dissipated when the former Valhalla was born, leaving nothing behind. Therefore, there can’t be her consciousness imprint in ‘Valhalla.’

Moreover, the conditions for the birth of a deity’s personality are extremely strict. The most important is a long period of time. Both she and I, when we were born, were already facing a collapsing world beyond salvation.”

“And the time of her dissipation, for a deity, isn’t that long ago. Therefore… there can’t be a new Transcendence in this world. Similarly, little Amethyst, you’re not either. Your existence… I can’t see through it, and I can’t learn anything about you.”

The First Seat’s few words dispelled all of Luo Ling’s guesses, and Luo Ling couldn’t understand how she became a general manager in “Valhalla.”

“Remember I said that other deities might also leave their influence in this world? Perhaps this imprint… comes from such an influence,” the First Seat said faintly. “Regardless, ‘Valhalla’ was just a desperate struggle, a futile attempt, not even able to withstand a ripple from Doomsday.

Let me tell you… about the ending of the first Witch Tea Party. The leader of ‘Valhalla’ was abandoned by the plan, but because of this abandonment, she managed to survive in a daze in the current Valhalla, and Camellia is her descendant. The other traitors in the Tea Party all boarded the train to Doomsday, completely disappearing into nothingness.”

The First Seat couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh.

“Hehe… it has to be said that the first Tea Party was a bit of a failure. I didn’t expect them to abandon their most important member for their own benefit, just because with her around, the others could never stand out.”

…..

It seems… this is another complicated story.

No wonder the First Seat didn’t interfere with the Doomsday Messengers occupying “Valhalla.” So that was the reason.

“However, my current Tea Party… isn’t bad, right?” Luo Ling asked hesitantly.

She got along quite well with Iris and the others, although there were some disharmonious interludes.

“Quite good, especially you, little Amethyst.” The First Seat nodded slightly in approval. “Since you arrived, they’ve all become much more obedient.”

“…Can I consider this… a compliment?” Luo Ling’s mouth twitched. She suddenly remembered that Moonflower had been planning to trick Iris.

Well, it seemed they weren’t that close.

“Consider it as such if you want. After all, you’re my favorite little Amethyst.” The First Seat winked at Luo Ling repeatedly, making Luo Ling involuntarily shift back slightly, wary, in case the First Seat suddenly decided to hug and kiss her again.

However, this time, the First Seat just looked at her, her smile widening.

“This time, what price do I have to pay?”

Luo Ling composed herself and asked with a serious expression.

“I’ll have to think carefully about this…”