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 seemed to be a force that could bypass all defenses. Quinn couldn’t afford to be hit again. She quickly pondered a new strategy in her mind.
One-third of her body had been devoured, yet somehow, Quinn survived. Fresh, red flesh began to grow over her form from the dragon’s head, filling the gaps in her body and keeping her alive.
Her voice was cold and resolute.
“My soul is one with it… Only such an attack cannot kill me.”
Within the multiverse, nearly all the strong Apocalypse beings were legendary, true demigods—rarely defeated in battles among their peers.
Despite the looming danger, Quinn remained steadfast. She inhaled deeply, gripping her sword tightly. The blade in her hand swung relentlessly, unleashing a storm of strikes that swept through her enemies with a fury that seemed to destroy everything in its path.
Yet, it had no effect.
The hunger remained unfazed, as if the blade storm passed through it, unable to touch its essence.
“I’m really, really hungry…”
Suddenly, hunger vanished and dove into the body of the mighty red dragon.
“Curse it!” Quinn roared in frustration.
The dragon beneath her let out a sorrowful cry, writhing in pain and despair. It was being devoured from within by an overwhelming presence, consumed at a terrifying pace.
“Oh no, I’m so hungry!”
Quinn was not an all-powerful being. She wasn’t at the level of the Apocalypse but rather at the Crown level—yet she carried an insatiable hunger, a curse bestowed upon her by the Ancient Spirits of the Outer Gods.
This curse had transformed her into a being of perpetual hunger, where nothing she sought could ever satisfy her.
She could never feel full.
After her transformation, the hunger was born, and with it, a terrifying, unending emptiness.
“Drat!” Quinn cursed, overwhelmed by helplessness. She could only plead.
“Master, let’s go back!”
The witch smiled, raising her hand. In an instant, Quinn and the red dragon were engulfed in light, reverting into golden pages and returning to the black leather book owned by Merete Chambers.
“Oh no, I’m so hungry! Don’t take away my food!”
The echoes of hunger-filled howls vanished into the sky. In a flash, the presence appeared beside the witch.
It lunged toward Merete Chambers, intent on devouring her entirely.
“Even if you eat a lot, you won’t ever feel satisfied… Oh, sad thing, this is your destiny.”
Merete Chambers sighed, completely unfazed by the imminent threat.
The fourth golden page had completed its transformation.
A headless skeleton elder stood, cloaked in dark purple robes of a great sorcerer, emitting an eerie underworld glow. Around him floated three skeletal staffs.
Though only a headless skeleton, its presence radiated a frightening aura—stronger than the previous three Apocalyptic beings.
“Aloro, Baltim…” a hoarse voice echoed from within the skeleton’s frame.
Endless waves of death energy surged, attempting to ward off hunger.
However, as soon as they made contact, they vanished, devoured completely.
This was a gift from the Outer God.
Unstoppable.
Just as hunger was about to reach Merete Chambers, the witch transformed into a swirling cloud of black smoke and disappeared into thin air.
This was the mystical power of “Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything.”
The witch had the ability to wield any mystical power she had previously encountered. But once she used it, she had to begin recording the power again if she wished to use it again.
The drawback was significant—using powerful abilities imposed great burdens on the user. If the witch unleashed a god-level power, she would meet a tragic end.
“Too bad, you cannot defeat me.”
The cruelty, which had once seemed to lessen the pressure, now trembled in fear.
High above, the witch hovered in the sky, her gaze piercing. She emitted an aura so potent it felt capable of erasing everything in existence. “Overflowing in the World, Recording Everything” enveloped her, capturing countless mystical powers.
She spoke:
“Among the non-godly strong, only he can defeat me.”
The fifth golden page of the book completed its evolution.
A gigantic, transparent spider now hung in the sky.
It spewed endless threads that swiftly entangled both cruelty and hunger.
Even hunger, which could nullify and teleport due to its race’s abilities, couldn’t escape the onslaught of these threads.
And it couldn’t devour them!
This was the Spider of Destiny.
A messenger of the Outer God Numerology Behemoth, the threads it spat could not be countered by any non-divine power. Anyone caught in them would be bound unless they evaded the threads immediately.
Although the threads could be escaped, it required time, and the higher the spiritual level of an entity, the faster they could break free.
In this dreadful state, even spells like transposition couldn’t be cast, leaving their targets vulnerable and at the mercy of others.
“Drat! Ahhhhhhhhh!”
“I’m so hungry…”
Cruelty and hunger struggled but were too late. The King of Wailing Mountains, the Headless Skeleton, and the One-Eyed Catastrophe seized the opportunity and launched their attacks.
But just as their lives hung by a thread, the attacks from the Apocalypse forces ceased abruptly.
It seemed as though something mystical was at work.
An overwhelming pressure appeared.
Merete Chambers looked up into the distance.
In the sky above, a massive crack began to form.
Like a deep, indifferent eye, it gazed down at the world.
Terrifying pressure.
The skilled witch furrowed her brow, now fully alert.
“God?”
The sudden oppression crushed her, leaving her breathless. There was no mistaking it—only a divine being could generate such a terrifying force.
Bai Yan, too, felt a surge of surprise.
Who was it?
Soon, Bai Yan discovered the identity of the new arrival.
It was…
The leader of the Tower organization.
The number one worshipper of the God of Games and Gambling.
Solitary.
A very powerful deity, yet one surrounded by mystery. Few people knew anything about this being in the vast multiverse.
From the information Bai Yan had gathered, Solitary’s divine power was tied to emotions. He could channel various emotions into mystical powers, each having unique and extraordinary effects.
“Attack.”
Merete Chambers ordered, but the Apocalypse beings remained still, seemingly unwilling to strike.
Realizing something was wrong, the witch found she, too, was unable to act.
At the same time, she felt an overwhelming surge of compassion welling up inside her. An emotion so intense it rendered her powerless to truly strike.
What was happening?
She could no longer control her emotions.
Was this the power of Solitary?
The invisible wave of compassion spread through the Apocalypse forces, even affecting the King of Wailing Mountains. The recently freed cruelty shed tears.
The King of Wailing Mountains and the Headless Skeleton had lost their will to fight.
“Oh no!”
However, the calamity one-eyed quickly raised his axe once more.
Though temporarily restrained, the devastating ferocity of the Outer God’s influence was difficult to contain.
Invisible waves of immense power surged across them.
A tremendous wave of fear swept over the enemies, causing them to flee in terror.
Merete Chambers trembled, shaking her head as she chuckled.
“Is it over now?”
Bai Yan’s voice finally responded.
[Okay.]
[Sorry for making you wait.]
[And so…]
[Become a goddess, Moon Witch.]
[Break free from your destiny.]
[From this day forward!]
