Chapter 315

Chapter 315: The Replayed Past, Divine Declaration, Unbreakable

At this very moment,

Except for Chu Yuanqing at Carry Center, all the little idols who had not built their Magic Armors and lit their lights were experiencing unlimited magical expansion under the chemical reaction of Perfect Sphere and Phosphorescent Tide.

One time! Two times! Three times! Five times! Ten times!

After a tenfold increase,

The buff of Phosphorescent Tide broke the limit again, pushing the new ability of Perfect Sphere beyond its maximum!

Thus, the magical power continued to spiral and expand, not stopping even after ten times, breaking through the limits of Lamp and briefly crossing into the realm of Pond, doubling the base again.

Such a huge commotion left Chen Yining and Ji Shuzhu in the waiting room greatly shocked, even more than Esther could imagine.

Even with low base benefits, this exaggerated increase still far exceeded the usual, making Little Sakura and Chu Wang Shu’s Patronus Magic rank among the top three of all active magical girls.

This increase was so exceptional that it effectively turned a half-hearted team into a fully active team of witches, instantly amplifying the power of Shining Magic by dozens of times.

In other words, even without Chu Yuanqing, the remaining members could use Shining Magic to clear a Disaster Relief disaster aura light beam, truly being on par with seniors before even debuting.

Esther was somewhat amazed.

The girls surrounding the Lighthouse were like the new generation symbolizing hope in various stories, igniting their own awareness and shining brightly during a crisis in the world.

In the waiting room, Chen Yining looked at the stage where the little idols of Heart Flow were perfectly resonating, stepping up to the peak, and she remarked in awe:

"Incredible magical power, can Heart Flow really create this kind of effect? They should light up as one!"

Ji Shuzhu lifted her beautiful eyes; she could smell the shining quality without even tasting it. That pure intensity felt like the life-giving water steaming in the air. To create such richness, it takes more than just dreams and passion.

And…

An extraordinary awareness.

That is a fierce determination that an ordinary person would never experience in their lifetime, just like Van Gogh, who painted even at the cost of his life, pouring his soul, self, ideas, and feelings into it, burning to create a dazzling brilliance.

Chu Yuanqing, her single radiance supported the majority of the glowing heat.

This person…

Is truly as wonderful as ever.

Liang Xiaoxiao also watched the scene. With the trembling wave of disaster aura, she sensed a very dangerous smell. Instinctively, she let Holy Glory wrap around all the disaster aura, flowing between her body and soul, which made her free from the fear of death.

The spiral in the girl’s eyes hid away, and she said seriously:

"Teacher Chu is definitely doing something very important. We may be witnessing a very special stage."

By this point, the small idols in the waiting room did not even feel defeated.

When the distance between them grew this far, the result was as it is. Perhaps only if their team were all witches could they think of competing again to determine a winner.

On stage, Kirimi Miyuki, Xie Qingxuan, Chu Wang Shu, and Tang Liuli had already completed their transformation before stepping on the stage.

The two Heart Flow buffs filled Artificial Lantern almost instantly. The extra part was not used to weave Magic Armor or nurture the Cocoon of the Heart, but instead, it danced with the shining energy that was absorbed, like a tide of hearts, in the vast Sankt Wolfgang.

Above the sky, like a soaring silver dragon, the ancient tree shed illusory fragments, as if controlling a hurricane that formed whirlpools in the high air, raising the magical concentration below.

Charlotte’s Sparkling Blessings gradually became visible, allowing visitors walking in the town to begin to see various wonderful scenes, little Charlotte characters, and notes, shining lights, and bubbles floating like in a fairy tale world.

This was especially clear near the stage, as if it was cut into the show and enhanced with special effects later.

Luna became a fool because of the little idols on stage; even when she saw Charlotte gliding down from the sky in sunglasses, she thought she was imagining things and wore a silly smile.

Charlotte looked up at the sky; her graceful figure disappeared from view under the confused gaze of the fans, turning into a few wisps of light that floated in place, quickly reaching the mercury tree in the sea of clouds, where she met a certain super AI.

Esther whispered,

"Right now, there are 46 areas around the world controlled by rule-based disasters. How much do you think this stage can change that?"

Charlotte was not surprised; Sankt Wolfgang was her territory. When the Pure White Witch summoned the mercury tree, she had already guessed what was wrong.

The girl’s eyes sparkled as she smiled, saying naturally,

"If it’s Little Qing, then of course she can solve everything."

Though she didn’t know what Little Qing wanted to do, it didn’t matter to her; their unconditional trust was a bond built from past experiences.

"Now there must be many people watching Little Qing and her friends, right?"

"Well, let me help everyone and also create a sense of involvement for myself."

The Last Diva finished speaking and clapped her hands with a smile.

Then, the strange sights in the whole town vanished, and the endless sparkles collapsed and rewound. In the magic of [Decorate Phantasm], a special band formed on the stage.

They were instruments that seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale, given spirit and life. They danced joyfully behind the little idols, using Charlotte’s shine as their strings, replacing the stage equipment, continuing the melody and adding another layer of magic to the stage.

However, the little idols, completely immersed in the stage, did not notice this at all.

When Kirimi Miyuki used [Perfect Sphere], it was destined that everyone’s nerves became tightly wound, and this pressure on the mind, the soul, and the body increased every second.

Little Sakura would push this skill to its limit.

One, it was a sudden burst; it was the first time using it, and she had no idea that after combining it with Chu Wang Shu’s [Heart Flow], it could expand like this.

Second, she believed that Chu Yuanqing’s "Pure White Ode" would activate at a crucial moment, sharing the burden, easing, and healing the whole team’s debuffs, so she had no worries.

But… before that, Honey Xuan still needed to show her skills!

Xie Qingxuan’s hair flew around her as she matched the team’s rhythm, connecting with Chu Yuanqing at the Carry Center, then breaking apart, each of them dancing and spinning, perfectly in sync. After a full rotation of the team, they returned to their original positions.

This dance, like a butterfly moving through flowers, required a high level of teamwork from the five of them. If one person made a mistake, the whole rhythm would fall apart, interrupting the emotion brought by the powerful music and greatly affecting the performance.

But it was clear that even the weakest members, after their recent intense training, had improved enough to perform perfectly together, a transformation compared to a month ago.

"If I can light the world up for just one day."

"Watch this madness, colorful charade."

Xie Qingxuan’s voice was steady and strong as she matched the corresponding emotions and tone, singing her assigned part. The dark cross in her eyes became even deeper, and the fierce, sharp emotions within her flowed into the performance through her singing.

—Ugly, selfish, arrogant, filled with murky desires.

This is the evaluation given by Dream Weaver Rabbit to [Plunder Shine].

The so-called [Heart Flow] is a wish, a foundation, an emotion, and also an obsession.

Xie Qingxuan is a beautiful doll raised according to her parents’ expectations, placed in a set mold from the moment she was born. If her sister hadn’t ignited the sin of jealousy deep in her heart, perhaps she would not have developed the desire to become an idol.

And because of this, her sister, the only obsession on the road to becoming an idol, created the [Plunder Shine], which is as domineering as a Demon King and very much like a villain.

At that time, she never thought about teaming up with anyone sincerely.

—Carry Center was something she could handle on her own.

—The audience’s gaze only needed to stay on her.

—Other teammates were just tools to move forward; once they were used, they could be discarded.

—The ideals of an idol? The preciousness of dreams? The love for the stage? What are those things? They are all unimportant and irrelevant.

But as Miss Choreographer guessed after tasting the shine, the Stage Tyrant, after many experiences, was no longer the hollow, self-centered Demon King.

Therefore, both the Glittering Plunder and the Perfect Interpretation Method underwent corresponding changes and transformations.

The tyrant, who once forced all attention on herself and drained the audience’s emotions, had not fundamentally changed but could now perfectly and freely control the intensity, symbolizing a shift in ideas.

As for other effects, only the Pure White Witch, who dominated the entire stage atmosphere and controlled everyone’s shine, could realize what Honey Xuan just did.

Xie Qingxuan embodied the Demon King’s charisma well, adding a damage-boosting effect specifically for the disaster aura, with the ability to devour disaster auras, erase existence, and create explosive destruction.

However, this was not the end.

—The Power of the Titan.

Xie Qingxuan infused ninety percent of her magical power, unleashing a force that once destroyed continental plates and was capable of influencing the rank of the Calamity God, choosing to raise the presence of herself and her teammates to a total of five.

This did not heighten charm, but it increased attractiveness, refocusing the attention of audiences from Austria, Daxia, in the streets and homes once again.

Here, the four layers of Heart Flow came together, combining with the power of blessings, building the stage’s atmosphere to its highest point, like a pillar of light reaching from the ground to the sky, crashing into the mercury tree at the top!

Charlotte gently touched the trunk of the mercury tree, feeling the immense glow stored inside. She glanced at the various colors of light flowing continuously from below, showing a smile filled with complex emotions as she softly said:

"It’s time, Little Qing."

"Go and let them know that you are still here."

With these words, silence followed.

The broken and dim Lantern Gem, with only its corners left shining, displayed a barren beauty through the cracks, filled with a shimmering light that glowed brightly; its pure white warmth again covered the cracks, creating a song that resonated in the souls of millions.

—Pure White Ode.

It was a warm and selfless light, as compassionate as a deity, giving listeners a safe return to the beginning of life, leaving behind a love more precious than gems, showering the world.

At this moment, the audience, who had been lost in the dance, looked dazed yet drawn to the person who had moved them so deeply, contributing their final sparkle in a feeling they could not understand.

In an instant, the emotions that returned became pure white, intertwined notes of light, like a spiral DNA diagram, flowing from the stage to the mercury tree at the top, making its massive size expand again, reaching a terrifying one thousand meters.

Normally, the farther apart they were, the less light they could gather, so little that it would wear out on the journey.

But Chu Yuanqing was an exception; even before she was Fully Blooming, she could use the wishes of the live stream audience to create magical waves that affected several provinces.

The so-called wish power was essentially a special energy that purified light—positive emotions—without any impurities left.

In other words, she could, to some extent, overcome depletion and gather light rapidly from everywhere without limits.

If the essence of Disaster Relief was there, this alone would be enough to defeat the opponent.

But it was not there, so it was not enough.

At this moment,

The pure white wall, which spanned the surface of the world and was full of cracks and wounds, had been silent for a long time; in a strong resonance, it awakened like an ancient god, scattering radiant light like a blazing sun.

Although it was just a moment, the Pure White Ode radiated around the world. It did not stay in the souls of all humanity, nor did it let all living things listen; it simply swept across every part of the land like the wind, as if it were a lonely echo.

At the same time.

The shining tides that had gathered in the mercury tree finally experienced a grand burning. They were like chips evaporating from a gambling table, transforming into the capital of past moments, all vanishing with each breath.

At this point, like lava melting snow, the stage climate woven from five layers of Heart Flow was covered by an endlessly expanding pure white, a fragment of time from a distant past arriving like a dream.

…

…

Odin awakened from a long sleep; the king of gods transformed his power into thunder, breaking open the shell that belonged to Youmir. He stepped out from the giant cocoon, drawn from the remains of all living beings and the bones of giants.

The lament of the World Tree sounded the fires of war burning deep within the earth’s crust.

That passionate and intense symphony was like an irreversible death cry, sweeping in with a sea of red and black flames. It carried a judgment more powerful than Níðhöggr’s, declaring the twilight of the gods with collapsing pillars of salt reaching to the sky.

No one could stop fate.

Even if you were the King of the Gods who pulled out Gungnir and led the unbeatable heroes of old, you could still be defeated on a fiery twilight and meet your own end.

And from the flames stepped out a thin, slightly lonely young boy.

The boy’s body was filled with cracks; his eyes were like shattered glass, yet his soul burned bright, his will unyielding and eternal. He remained intertwined within fire and salt, like a devil trying to break through hell to reach heaven, silent and fierce.

"Is there a bright sun in the dust?"

"After defeating eleven Calamity Gods, why have you not fallen?"

No one answered Odin’s question, just as no one knew why someone could bear the price of carrying eleven powers that turned against them and still live.

In the end, the only response to the god king was a whispered word:

"Laevateinn."

Odin sat firmly on his throne, like a god king from an epic, holding the unstoppable Gungnir, striking the ground and sky again and again with a red-black glow.

The roots of the World Tree provided endless power, and the remains of Youmir built the throne, as the continuous Disaster Wave flowed into the warhorses and bodies, granting the Aesir god tribe control over many aspects of existence.

This was the God of Calamity with divine powers, whose growth had made him more complex and terrifying compared to the singular and extreme powers of the King of Salt.

But standing in front of him was a monster that had defeated eleven Calamity Gods and absorbed their powers, with the planet’s consciousness embedded in him and all of humanity’s blessings concentrated into one sword.

The dimensions of time and space blurred, immortal concepts were burned away, and a fire greater than the sun consumed the Aesir world, melting the boundary that kept the sea separated and evaporating millions of hectares of seawater, erasing a part of the planet’s surface like an eraser.

Even the king of gods could not withstand the fire that symbolized the end; this mythic collective concept, overthrown by Levatin, finally met its last twilight.

The reflection of the World Tree shattered across multiple dimensions, with Youmir’s remains piercing the anchor point of the planet, uprooted entirely, and the endless disaster aura whirlpool set ablaze.

The chaotic atmosphere, extreme temperatures, and distortion of local time and space twisted the nearby order, causing the spectrum to lose meaning for a moment, as chaos of black and white swallowed sight, the world’s shell trembled, and the planet’s sigh echoed in the air.

At the very end, just before being consumed by flames, Odin threw his Mythical Armament.

The long spear, transformed into a shooting star, wove the threads of fate together. It went against the flow of cause and effect, grasping the strange happenings after the World Tree collapsed, avoiding the burning and erosion of salt, crossing through the crumbling dimensions, and pierced the heart of the hero.

Although in the next moment, the young boy lowered his gaze and pulled out the long spear that looked like a branch, he still remembered this weapon that locked onto the path of fate and shattered the cause and effect of his own being, the Mythical Armament.

Its name was,

— gungnir.

The golden light burned in Chu Yuanqing’s eyes as she calmly whispered its name in her heart.

The Mirror Tree, located in the sky, shattered in a grand thunderous roar. It split into thousands of branch-like spear shadows, using a strand of disaster aura from the top of the tree as a medium to lock onto the path of fate for Disaster Relief, spreading to all corners of the world!