Chapter 529
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Chapter 529: Long-Standing Wish
Long-standing wish, finally to be fulfilled.
Merete Chambers closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Moon Witch, Savior of Babel Tower, is this the title you wish to bestow upon me?”
Ha ha, oh witch.
“Indeed, it is true that I have always been a witch, and on this point, there is no room for debate.”
Merete Chambers remained in Belan World, without returning to Noah World.
She sat in a chair at her house, maintaining a composed expression.
This was a grand mansion located at the highest point in the city. Merete Chambers, dressed in a black evening gown, relaxed on a reclined chair at the rooftop’s edge. Surrounding the rooftop were beautiful white flowers and lush greenery.
From this high vantage point, one could easily take in the entirety of the city.
Merete Chambers often sat here, sipping coffee, calmly observing the happenings in the city below.
Occasionally, she found some amusement.
For instance, she sometimes witnessed improbable coincidences or strange occurrences that ordinary people would never experience.
Merete Chambers would occasionally leave her rooftop retreat, capturing criminals she had been observing, to participate in a large-scale “death game.”
Each time, only one person would emerge from the “death game” alive.
But in the next round, the witch would bring the previous victor back to face another brutal battle.
In short, over the years, none of the criminals who had participated in the “death game” had survived.
“Now, everything has become tiresome.”
Merete Chambers smiled gently, reclining further on her chair, gazing down at the bustling city below.
They could never comprehend the true meaning of destiny.
But deep inside, they knew…
It was a desperate situation.
The influence of the Ultimate Witch had been passed down, and every night, Merete Chambers found herself reliving the past in her dreams.
The ultimate outcomes she had endured, over countless lifetimes, replayed in her dreams, as if in a virtual reality game.
Until then, those memories were deeply ingrained, impossible to forget.
She understood why the Ultimate Witch had forced her descendants to experience those pains and sorrows repeatedly.
It was all to ensure they harbored a deep hatred for the Rainbows.
She had succeeded.
Merete Chambers considered herself a different person from the Ultimate Witch, but she still held a deep disdain for the Rainbows. However, she hated the Ultimate Witch more than anything.
That person, driven by revenge, had ensured that “she” would never know happiness again.
“What a monstrous being…”
She squinted her eyes, quietly reflecting on “herself” in a soft murmur.
Every dream deepened the hatred; every night felt the same. Even as a powerful being, there was no escaping it…
In the midst of hatred, there was also fear.
Even Merete Chambers felt a faint sense of clear fear towards the inevitable despair that would greet her in each life.
At the age of five, she had already realized she didn’t want to be trapped by such an ending. She had an intense desire to resist and destroy it.
Destroy fate!
Now, the opportunity had arrived!
The Savior of Babel Tower would offer her a chance to become a god. And once she achieved that, destiny would no longer be set in stone; everything could change!
Merete Chambers squinted her eyes and muttered to herself:
“If I become a god, I’ll turn that rascal Bai Yan into a big, chubby cat and lock it in a cage… He deserves to stay caged for the rest of his life.”
She knew several of Bai Yan’s identities, but she could never have predicted one thing.
The “Savior” of Babel Tower was, in fact, the same troublesome Bai Yan.
This was far too absurd to even fathom under normal circumstances.
Unless…
Merete Chambers began to realize that Profligate and the Savior shared a similar power…
But during the recent Battle of the Beehive, Merete Chambers was not present at the scene.
She closed her eyes.
In an instant, her consciousness entered an illusion.
Even without falling asleep, she could still enter these “past illusions” at any time, reliving her own deaths again and again.
The feeling was all too familiar.
Fire.
She felt the heat, smelled the smoke, and sensed the overwhelming aura of the flames.
“Burn her alive!”
The witch opened her eyes, feeling her arms and body, bound to a wooden frame, being struck by excruciating agony.
Even in her dreams, the burning sensation was unbearable.
In front of her were a group of excited farmers, throwing mud and waste at her, while the pristine knights surrounding them stood untainted, their expressions full of righteousness.
On a distant hilltop, the high priest raised his staff, his voice filled with authority as he gazed at the witch in the flames.
“Witch!”
“We, the representatives of the Almighty God, shall deliver the most just and sacred judgment! You shall not perish immediately, but endure the divine flames for seven days and seven nights, experiencing an unforgettable torment before being completely consumed!”
The pain was deeply ingrained in her memory. Merete Chambers could feel every inch of her skin burning, only to quickly regenerate.
The sacred flames would burn for a full seven days under the church’s directive before claiming her life.
She closed her eyes.
Around her, everything began to change. The cursing and fiery explosions faded, replaced by the sounds of small animals and the mysterious melody of various instruments.
It felt as though everything around her was filled with boundless joy.
Merete Chambers opened her eyes.
Her beautiful body was impaled on a silver sword, pinned to a golden tree.
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes shimmered with disdain.
Before her stood the brave heroes, their faces full of righteous anger, despite their wounds. In the end, they triumphed over the evil that plagued the land.
“Witch, we have come to destroy you in the name of justice!”
But the witch spoke,
“You simply don’t understand. Everything in the fairytale world has its own ‘destiny.’ I just wish to break free from this endless cycle. You’ve killed me countless times, yet remain unaware that all ‘stories’ are designed.”
“This ‘fantasy world’ is truly a terrifying hell.”
The heroes said nothing. Instead, they drew their axes and swiftly severed her head.
Using her fresh blood, they saved the sleeping princess and crafted a magical treasure from her eyes. They then protected the people for centuries.
This time, Merete Chambers couldn’t open her eyes again.
“Dada dada dada…”
She sat in the steam-powered prison carriage, her eyes vacant, her mouth sewn shut, her wrists and ankles bound by heavy iron chains, and her frail body covered in gruesome scars.
But the witch still wore a smile that was impossible to ignore.
Surrounding her were the church’s witch hunters, wearing crow masks and black cloaks, carrying steam-powered demon-slaying tools.
On both sides of the road, there were numerous curious townspeople.
They all wanted to witness what the legendary witch really looked like.
The leader of the witch hunters spoke with a deep voice from beneath his mask.
“She committed an unforgivable crime, using evil powers to deceive the people with false help during the plague. Afterwards, she even dared to call herself the chosen one of the gods, misleading people to believe in her.”
“This is the person who doesn’t respect the gods!”
A few children among the townsfolk lowered their heads, feeling uneasy and regretful.
The rumor of the elder sister being a daughter of the gods spread among them unintentionally, and confusingly turned into a children’s song.
Unbeknownst to them, it astonishingly spread throughout the entire city.
The prison carriage slowly moved forward.
She would be taken to the Steam Mechanical Tower, where she would spend the rest of her life as an experiment and a source of materials for medicine.
Merete Chambers opened her eyes once again.
In front of her were… Rainbows.
The deities of the Noah world watched her, and leading them was none other than the renowned Heart of Radiance.
Even the witches of that time trusted and worshipped the deities.
The goddess with golden long hair glowed radiantly from head to toe. Her expression was filled with remorse as she bravely faced the angry gaze of the witch and spoke slowly, without avoiding her wrath:
“I, unable to make any other choice… I’m sorry.”
“I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but I’ll never forget today. I’ll keep trying to change and make up for it. That’s the only thing I can do.”
Anomalous Star stood aside, shaking his head and saying, “There are no other solutions. Only the soul of the Ultimate Witch possesses the power of ‘endings,’ the Heart of Radiance. Even you cannot replace her.”
“She is the only viable sacrifice, capable of postponing the world’s destruction for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of years… By that time, perhaps everything will have a new turning point.”
“Offerings? Am I some kind of doormat?”
The Ultimate Witch let out a sorrowful laugh, saying, “I was once filled with joy, thinking that you came to help me ascend to godhood and keep your promise. It seems I was truly too naive.”
She grew more and more excited:
“I have always obeyed your orders and done countless good and bad things in Noah, constantly serving you guys who cannot act freely, just to hope for one day…”
“Enough!”
The young man in the darkness interrupted her, with a domineering and unsympathetic tone:
“Now, even with the appearance of the seventh god, the world’s destruction cannot be stopped… Do not struggle. We will not hold back. Go to your death!”
Fate’s Strings Master spoke, his voice calm, “You will not completely perish, for a portion of your soul will be preserved by the Heart of Radiance, allowing you to be reborn…”
“You can consider this as fate’s decree.”
Among the six gods, only the Steel Throne and the Crimson Sovereign remained silent.
The Crimson Sovereign perhaps didn’t care about any of this at all.
And the Steel Throne…
“Hypocrite.”
“I curse you!”
The Ultimate Witch glared at each deity with hatred, memorizing the appearance and expressions of every god. No matter how many times she was reborn, no matter what kind of person she became, she would never forget this moment!
She knew that there was no longer any chance of escape for herself, and she was definitely no match for the Rainbows.
She could only leave revenge to the future.
“You are not gods at all! You are just powerful beings! In pursuit of desires and benefits, for the so-called ideals and things that matter to you, you can do any despicable things, without rules and without keeping promises.”
“One day, I will become a god and seek revenge on all of you!”
The Ultimate Witch continued, saying:
“Heart of Radiance! Even if I don’t seek revenge, one day you will drown in your own kindness. This world is simply not worth saving!”
The Heart of Radiance remained silent, without any argument.
She was the first among the gods to make a move.
“The Witch of the End…”
“Fate is so unpredictable. Can one become a deity and transcend it all?”
“Waiting for the day you become a god, you may realize that it is not so.”
“Perhaps, one day… you will encounter your redemption… your Savior.”
Darkness fell upon everything.
The Witch of Endings.
She was thrown into an endless abyss of darkness.
Countless pain and curses, despair, and fear filled every corner of the space.
When the Rainbow confronted the Outer God, her body was consumed by the Betrayers, becoming a cursed mark that prevented them from betraying the Witch’s reincarnation.
And as a sacrifice, her only remaining soul was cursed by the Outer God.
For eternity, a happy ending could never be reached.
Soul,
Plunged into darkness.
No more rays of light appeared, as if the eyes had closed forever, unable to open again.
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Merete Chambers opened her eyes once again.
The pangs of sorrow faded away, and an unabashed smile appeared on the witch’s face.
“Once again, I arrived at…”
“Babel Tower.”
The black mist dispersed.
In front of her eyes, there stood a magnificent crystal palace, with a dome adorned with countless stars. Graceful musicians made of crystal were positioned all around, playing enchanting and ancient melodies.
Members of the Babel Tower stood in various places within the palace. They had different expressions, experiences, and even came from different worlds. They had different perspectives and belonged to different races.
At this moment, they were all invisibly bound together in one place.
The enigmatic Lord of the Tower, seated high upon the throne, was unshakable and unfathomable, beyond anyone’s comprehension.
The masked young girl took the lead and approached the towering and magnificent presence. She knelt down on one knee, filled with respect.
“Great Savior, thank you for summoning us. We have come in response to your call.”
As if on cue, they all arrived at the same time.
Voices echoed in everyone’s minds.
[“I am the Savior,” he proclaimed.]
[“Ladies and gentlemen, the warriors of Babel Tower.”]
[All was done to save the past and the future, for this world on the brink of collapse and ruin,]
[Give up everything, ye shall.]