leonardwarren Chapter 80 The Witch's Path with Big Problems
Chapter 80 The Witch's Path with Big Problems
Chapter 80 The Witch's Path with Big Problems
After leaving Klein's house, Sirion wandered around outside and returned to Minsk Street, where he saw Klein, looking somewhat flustered, talking to the sheriff who was wearing a black and white checkered uniform with three V's on his epaulets.
He smiled, raised his hand and gave Klein a thumbs-up, inwardly praising the "Joker's" acting skills, then pretended to be a passerby and left Minsk Street.
On the other side, Klein caught a glimpse of Cyril's thumb outstretched towards him, and for some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to drag the other person down with him.
"Name."
The sheriff's question brought him back to his senses, and he took out what he had prepared beforehand and said:
"Sherlock Moriarty, here is my rent bill, for the past six months."
Deep within the mirror world lies a unique mirror world filled with a sense of chaos.
A woman, easily over ten meters tall, appeared silently, gazing at that peculiar world shrouded in chaos.
She wore a long dress that looked like it was made of bones, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean and as clear as gemstones. Every detail of her, even her breath, exuded a charm that transcended species and even life itself.
Even inanimate stones and plants would be captivated and delighted by her smiles.
No, this is no longer her, it's him!
At this moment, she is gazing ahead with a slight frown, and the mirrored world around her is rippling with waves, as if she is infatuated with and saddened by her brow.
"It's changed again. Why? There are no purely female witches advancing to higher ranks?"
The beautiful sound, so enchanting it could make your ears pregnant, echoed in the void, creating ripples in the mirror-like world around you, much like the jubilant cheers of a fan meeting their idol and hearing them speak.
Back in the southern part of the bridge, he waited until dark, but the "patient" did not send him any information.
...I reckon our "Fool" Klein is still waiting in the police station for his lawyer neighbor to bail him out.
Thinking of this, he chuckled and shook his head, temporarily putting the matter aside. He returned to his bedroom, lay down on the bed, and then softly murmured:
"Adam".
Then drowsiness came over him, and in a daze, he saw a vast ocean of collective subconsciousness where countless lights and shadows converged, and he saw a blinding light.
When all the light disappeared and his vision returned, he found himself inside the Bone Church, sitting directly opposite Adam.
Coming to his senses, he nodded slightly to the other person and said:
"Good evening, Mr. Adam. Was the 'Primal Witch' I encountered in the Mirror World earlier?"
"Good evening." Adam nodded gently in return, then shook his head and said:
"No, if it's the 'Primordial Witch,' even if you escape back to reality in time, he can still see you."
"So, that thing is only related to the 'Primordial Witch,' but it's confined to the Mirror World."
Sirion frowned slightly; he had a feeling that this matter was not so simple.
Adam noticed his confusion and explained, "That might be a part that separated from the 'Primordial Witch' after she lost control."
"You didn't actually come into contact with it, or you only touched the aura of that special mirror world, causing some changes, or rather, triggering some kind of defense mechanism."
"You don't have much useful information in your memory, and I can't deduce anything more."
He paused, then changed to a tone of admonition:
"Do not go to the Mirror World again in the near future. As the ruler of the Mirror World, no change can escape the notice of the 'Primordial Witch'."
"Also, you've completed part of my request. Have you decided what kind of reward you want?"
"There's a reward?" Sirion was slightly surprised.
His first thought was to get some gold, since his current wealth wasn't enough to buy the potion ingredients for the next series. But then he remembered that he had only just been promoted to "Astrologer" and his potion needs weren't urgent, so he dismissed the idea.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to satisfy his curiosity:
"I'd like to see the second blasphemous tablet, the part about the 'Witch' pathway."
"no problem."
Adam nodded gently and reached into his robe to take out the dark stone slab, its surface covered with mysterious and strange patterns that seemed to be alive.
Cyril's gaze was immediately drawn to the blasphemous stone tablet, as he deciphered the information recorded upon it:
Sequence 9: Assassin...
Sequence 8: The Instigator...
Sequence 7: The Witch...
Sequence 2: The Disaster Witch...
Sequence 1: Doomsday Witch...
Ritual: Ascension occurs at the recognized end of an era or the beginning of the next, or during the harbingers and process of the end times, or when one's involvement leads to the fall of a deity.
Sequence 0: Chaos Witch/Primordial Witch Main Materials: "Witch" unique path, three "Doomsday Witch" extraordinary properties.
The ritual involves going deep underground to find the "Chaotic Sea," enduring a certain amount of pollution from the "Chaotic Sea" while maintaining one's true self, without falling into depravity or becoming alienated.
Upon seeing the information about Sequence 0 of the "Witch" pathway, Sirion couldn't help but gasp. This was practically a blatant indication that there was something wrong with the pathway.
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No wonder the Sequence 0 witch is called the "Primal Witch":
"Has the one the Witch Cult worships now been corrupted by the 'Chaos Sea'?"
Adam nodded slightly, his face revealing neither joy nor anger: "Most likely, and perhaps even more."
"I don't know the specifics. The Mirror World is too dangerous for me. From the Fourth Age to now, you are the first person who has been able to delve into the Mirror World without being affected by the 'Primal Witch'."
Cyril couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; he seemed to see Adam placing a heavy burden on his shoulders.
After a brief silence, he thoughtfully asked, "Then if I encounter danger in the mirror world, will I also be unable to seek your help?"
Adam nodded slightly, then shook his head:
"If you haven't gone deeper, haven't encountered the 'Primal Witch' or some other special being, and haven't stepped into any special mirror worlds, I can offer limited assistance after hearing your call."
"If any of the above situations apply, you can recite the name of the 'Fool,' or seek help from Ammon."
You know his honorable name, and you also know a quicker way to get Ammon's attention than simply reciting his name.
"Whether out of curiosity or interest, or for my sake, I will help you get out of this predicament."
"However, if you choose this option, you will have to endure his harassment afterward. It won't be fatal, but it will probably bother you a lot."
Cyril: ...
I hope that day will never come.
I don't want to wake up one day to find that the ants at my door, the crows outside my window, my neighbors, and even the dust in the air are wearing monocles.
As his thoughts drifted, a gray mist suddenly appeared in his vision.
"You should leave now," Adam's voice rang out gently.
The next second, Cyril felt a sense of rejection coming from all directions, as if he were drowning.
Call ~
He sat up abruptly in bed, panting heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
Before he could even react, a thick gray fog engulfed all his vision.
Deep within the gray fog, crimson light surged, coalescing into a somewhat dim scene before his eyes, at which point Klein's voice rang out:
"Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. Fate that the matter is over."
"In addition, I would like to borrow his magical item for a longer period of time. I will pay the corresponding reward. I have offended the Intis ambassador to Backlund and may face other pursuits in the future. I urgently need to improve my combat power."
"I'd also like to know if he can provide more powerful magical items or other assistance, and I'm willing to pay a suitable fee for that."
As Klein's voice faded, the image of crimson light dissipated, but the surrounding gray mist did not immediately recede.
Clearly, the "patient" was waiting for his reply.
Cyril lowered his head and pursed his lips... Please go back to the way you were before, when you didn't want to say a word to me, the aloof "Fool".
After silently muttering a curse to himself, he looked up at the blurry figure deep in the gray fog and said sincerely:
"Mr. 'Fool,' please tell your follower that the 'Peacemaker' can be used freely without payment, as I promised before, but be aware of its negative consequences."
"Conflicts always break out near this gun, or rather, it is drawn to places where conflicts have already occurred or are about to occur. In addition, it makes the wielder mentally excited and courageous, while feeling no fear and abhorring all fighting, even a joking banter. It also makes them prone to getting carried away in battle."
"Besides, I don't have any other more powerful magical items. If he doesn't mind, I can go and help him if necessary."
"Although the Extraordinary Path I belong to is not good at combat in the early stages, if I use magical items to launch a sneak attack, it might have unexpected results."
After a brief pause, he suddenly remembered the item contaminated by the "True Creator" and quickly spoke:
"I have an item that might help him, but it's dangerous; it's been corrupted by an evil god."
"I will offer it as a sacrifice to you; whether or not to use it is up to your chosen one."