He... PTOOEY!!!
Huai Shi waved his hand, dispersing The Hamr of Sorrow. He just casually spat, coldly expressing his disdain, "diocre stuff!"
As the lava blood rain ceased, no trace of the giant eye lingered in the ashen sky.
In the desolate land, only ash fluttering in the wind remained.
The ash settled over the collapsed mountains and ruins. No sign of human life could be seen. All that was left was the Huai Shi of today, and... a Crystal Lizard slowly crawling out from the earth that had burned into murky crystals.
Jonathan.
He was truly a disaster that left its mark for a thousand years.
The guy had been monitoring the data on the Divine Body's transformation the whole ti, continuously transmitting his firsthand observations to the outside world, essentially live-broadcasting his own death on the battlefield.
And yet, in the end, he hadn't died in the chaos.
Huai Shi's eyes widened in astonishnt. "Incredible! How are you not dead yet!"
"I wouldn't die until I got my hands on the research data!"
Jonathan panted heavily, his lower body laboriously pulled free from the dirt, as if it had been crushed by sothing during the intense geological upheaval.
The mont things went south, he had used his innate talents and Skills to burrow into the ground, drilling at least two or three kiloters down. All the while, he felt the relentless booming behind him and the terrifying heat from above, even from underground, as if the world were ending.
By using the magnetic field from an ore vein to shield his presence, Jonathan managed to survive until the end.
Then he sighed with regret.
"I'm bowing out."
"Hmm?"
"I've received a ssage from above, telling Scholars who haven't achieved anything to retreat urgently, as if sothing dangerous is coming—but in reality, the only ones withdrawing are unlucky guys like whose research never took off."
Jonathan shook his head. "But thanks to you, I've managed to get the data on the Deification transformation and quite a few new laws, enough to write several papers... Not too bad a deal after all."
He paused, opened his mouth to say sothing, but then hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Huai Shi looked at him, puzzled.
"..."
Jonathan attempted to speak several tis but ultimately hung his head in dejection and swore.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really... sorry..."
Suddenly, he dropped such a line out of nowhere and then disappeared on the spot, exiting the scene.
Huai Shi stood there dumbfounded for a long ti, not understanding what he ant. Could it be that he finally felt guilty for using as a tool for so long?
Truly baffling.
He raised his sharp claws and scratched his forehead. Scales scraped, and sparks flew.
Yes, I can finally feel it... It's much more reassuring.
It was just that the constant halo behind him, like a large searchlight, made him sowhat uncomfortable. This scene made him nostalgic for the Halo Remote Control back in Paradise.
If only it were controllable.
Soon, Huai Shi discovered that this thing did indeed seem to be controllable.
Not only could he adjust the brightness to his liking, but he could also make it appear and disappear at will. He could highly customize the colors too. Huai Shi played with it to his heart's content until he turned his backlight into a high-frequency, flashing, seven-colored RGB light show, then finally stopped, satisfied.
It felt like carrying a PC case on his back. So prestigious.
Huai Shi chuckled as he looked around to ensure there was nothing worth staying for. Then, nodding, he said, "Fu Yi, let's go."
In the silence, there was no response. Only a small stone rolled down from the ruins, its fall echoing lonesoly.
Huai Shi stood frozen. After a long ti, he smiled dryly.
Looks like you've really left, huh...
Huai Shi let out a bitter laugh.
He couldn't help but miss her.
But soon, he started to reflect: Was it too much to push her away in the face of danger, then call her a good friend when he felt lonely after the danger had passed?
Regardless, it seed he would have to embark on the journey ahead alone.
He stood silently for a long ti, then bent down and picked up the iron ball Fu Yi had once inhabited from the rubble and dust. He licked it a few tis, carefully smoothing out the cracks with his saliva and nding it thoroughly.
He then threaded The Sorrow of Index through it and hung it back around his neck.
The broken iron fragnts inside rattled, making a crisp sound, truly like a bell.
"Let's go, my friend."
He reached out to touch the Bell and stepped forward.
He embarked on a journey into an unknown future.
* * *
Under the pale light, with a notification BEEP, new information reappeared on the giant projected screen.
With observations from hundreds of Spirituality Mirrors, the events of the Witch's Night were continuously being compiled in this vast venue.
Besides the hundreds of Scholars busy at work, there were actually not many people occupying the main high-level seats.
Aside from Niflheim, who liked to be personally involved in everything, leading to a high risk of death by overwork, the other Creators generally appeared here as projections. It looked like a scene of industrious toil, but after so many years, everyone knew each other so well. Could they really not know how many were sneakily slacking off?
The elderly Creator, Niflheim, whose beard nearly reached his chest, nodded after reading the latest ssage. He picked up the internal phone and instructed, "Let Jonathan rest for now. I already know about the other matters."
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