Chapter 563
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Chapter 563: the Solitary One
Mang, it didn’t work.
The devouring power of hunger had fully taken effect.
It seems to be a power that can bypass defenses. Quinn mustn’t be hit again. She pondered a strategy in her heart.
One-third of her body was devoured, yet Quinn miraculously survived. Fresh, red flesh grew over her body from the dragon’s head, filling the lost parts of her physical form and allowing this woman to stay alive.
Her voice was icy.
"My soul is one with it… Only such an attack… Cannot kill me."
Within the multiverse, almost all the strong Apocalypse beings are legendary and true demigods, rarely easily defeated in battles against peers.
In the face of danger, yet still as resolute as ever, Quinn took a deep breath. The sword in her hand had already swung hundreds of times, unleashing a fierce storm of blade strikes that swept over her enemies.
The blade storm seemed capable of sweeping away everything in its path, reducing even the most sturdy bodies to dust in an instant.
However, it still failed to have any effect.
Hunger merely hovered there, as the blade storm passed through as if the opponent didn’t exist at all.
"I’m really, really hungry…"
Hunger suddenly vanished, diving into the body of the mighty red dragon.
"Curse it!" Quinn immediately roared in anger.
The next moment, the mighty red dragon beneath her let out a sorrowful cry, its enormous body writhing in pain and despair. It was being devoured from within by a terrifying presence, consumed at a rapid pace.
Oh no, I’m so hungry!
She was not a mighty super being.
Not at the level of the Apocalypse, but merely at the level of a Crown. Hunger without a sting, and even without its own innate power.
She could possess the power she has now, all because of a dreadful curse.
In the realm of Outer Gods, an Ancient Spirit cursed her, transforming her into a peculiar being that perpetually remains hungry and anything she tries to obtain is devoured by the void.
Unable to be satisfied, until forever.
After being transformed into this peculiar being, the so-called hunger was officially born.
It is precisely because of this terrifying curse, combined with the inherently formidable traits of her race, that hunger has become an immensely dreadful presence.
"Drat!"
Quinn was extremely anxious, but she was completely helpless and could only plead.
"Master, let’s go back!"
The witch smiled and raised her hand. In the next moment, Quinn and the great red dragon turned into a beam of light, transforming back into golden pages and returning to the black leather book that belonged to Merete Chambers.
"Oh no, I’m so hungry! Don’t take away my food!"
The hunger-filled howls echoed through the sky and vanished without a trace. Then, she instantly appeared beside the witch.
She lunged towards Merete Chambers, attempting to devour her completely.
"Even if you eat a lot, you won’t feel satisfied… Oh, sad thing, this is your destiny."
Merete Chambers sighed, completely unfazed.
The fourth golden page has completed its transformation.
There stood a headless skeleton elder, donning a dark purple robe of a great sorcerer, emanating an otherworldly glow of the underworld. Around him floated three staffs made of skeletal remains.
Even though it was just a headless skeleton, it still possessed a tremendously frightening presence, radiating an even stronger aura than the previous three formidable Apocalypses.
"Aloro, Baltim…" a hoarse voice echoed from within the skeleton’s frame.
Endless waves of death energy surged, attempting to fend off the hunger.
However, the moment they touched hunger, they vanished without a trace, completely devoured.
That was a gift bestowed by the Outer God.
Unstoppable.
Just as she was about to touch Merete Chambers, the latter transformed into a swirling cloud of black smoke and vanished into thin air.
That was the mystical power of "Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything."
The witch could wield any mystical power she had seen at least once before.
But after using it, if she wanted to wield this power again, she would have to start recording anew.
The drawback, you see, is that the more powerful the ability used, the greater the burden bestowed upon the user… If the witch were to unleash the recorded god-level power, she would meet a tragic end.
"Too bad, you cannot defeat me."
The cruelty, which had originally lessened the pressure, suddenly felt frightened.
High above, the witch floated in the sky, glaring at her enemies, emitting an aura as if capable of bringing an end to all things. "Overflowing in World, recording everything" surrounded her, capturing countless mystical powers.
She said, "Among the non-godly strong, only he can defeat me."
The fifth golden page of the book.
Evolution complete.
A gigantic, transparent spider hung in the sky.
It spewed out endless threads, entangling cruelty and hunger completely.
Even hunger, which could almost be nullified and teleported due to its race’s abilities, couldn’t escape being attacked.
And, she couldn’t devour those threads!
Spider of Destiny.
This is the witch’s trump card!
It is one of the messengers of the Outer God "Numerology Behemoth", and the threads it spits out cannot be countered by any non-divine power. As long as one doesn’t evade it immediately, they will be bound by it.
Although it can almost completely bind its opponents, the threads of destiny can be escaped.
However, escaping takes some time, and the higher the spiritual level of an entity, the faster they can break free.
In this terrible state, even the spell of transposition cannot be cast, leaving one vulnerable and at the mercy of others.
"Drat! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"I’m so hungry…"
Cruelty and hunger were both struggling, but it was already too late. The King of Wailing Mountains, the Headless Skeleton, and the One-Eyed Catastrophe didn’t give up this opportunity and immediately took action.
Just as the lives of the two hung by a thread, the numerous attacks from the Apocalypse suddenly halted, refraining from launching any real strikes.
It seemed as if they were influenced by some sort of Mystical Power.
A tremendous pressure appeared.
Merete Chambers gazed into the distance.
In the sky above.
A massive crack slowly emerged.
Like a deep, indifferent eye, it stared at the whole world.
Terrifying pressure!
The skilled witch suddenly furrowed her brow, finally becoming alert.
"God?"
The sudden sense of oppression overwhelmed the witch, leaving her breathless. There was no doubt that only a divine-level powerhouse could exert such a terrifying pressure.
Bai Yan also felt a bit surprised.
Who?
Soon, Bai Yan discovered who had arrived.
And that was…
The leader of the Tower organization.
The number one worshipper of the God of Games and Gambling.
Solitary!
He was a very powerful deity, yet also extremely mysterious. In the vast multiverse, there were very few accounts about his solitude, and only a handful of people knew anything about this divine being.
Based on the information Bai Yan obtained from the projection and the Library of Xū, it seemed that the solitary divine power was somehow connected to emotions. He could harness various emotions to create mystical powers, and each one had a uniquely extraordinary effect.
"Attack."
Merete Chambers issued an order, but several Apocalypses showed no intention of attacking.
Soon, the witch realized that she, too, was unable to make a move.
At the same time, she felt a surge of compassion welling up inside her, an unprecedented overwhelming feeling of pity, which ultimately rendered the witch incapable of truly striking a blow.
What is happening?
I couldn’t control my emotions anymore.
Is this the power of being solitary?
The invisible feeling of compassion infected countless apocalypses, even causing the King of Wailing Mountains to suffer. The recently freed cruelty also shed tears.
The King of Wailing Mountains and the headless skeleton had both lost their will to fight.
"Oh no!"
However, the calamity one-eyed quickly raised his axe once again.
Though temporarily restrained, the ferocity caused by the influence of the Outer God, the Colorless City, was difficult to easily contain!
Invisible waves of terrifying power suddenly swept over them!
A tremendous wave of fear surged from within the hearts of the people, like a bolt from the blue. Upon witnessing the Apocalypse, everyone except the Spider of Destiny and the witch scattered and fled as if they were mice seeing a giant dragon.
Merete Chambers trembled all over, shaking her head as she chuckled and asked, "Is it over now?"
Bai Yan finally gave that answer.
[Okay.]
[I’m sorry for making you wait until now.]
[And so…]
[Become a goddess, Moon Witch.]
[Break free from your destiny.]
[From this day forward!]