I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends Vol 11. Chapter 57: We still need to work hard! 4k

As Void Spirit Power was exhausted, he collapsed on the docks of Helsing Port, utterly fatigued. In a church in M Country, surrounded by dense forest and shrouded in scarlet mist, voices rose.

"Damn it! How did such an annoying guy suddenly pop out!"

Along with a low growl filled with anger, the woman, wearing red half-length leather gloves, slamd her fist forcefully on the ancient long table. She had a head of wavy pink hair, a slender figure, heavy makeup, and a long dress with an incomprehensible sense of "fashion."

She was Angelia, the third seat of the New Elder Council, codenad Knowledge.

Hearing her low growl, the man sitting opposite her, corpulent and obese, with skin showing a sickly bruised color, who had been engrossed in eating, looked up at her, then withdrew his gaze and continued to grab the mountain of food piled in front of him, devouring it with gusto.

It was as if, in his eyes, nothing could be more appealing than the high-calorie food in front of him.

"Angelia, if I hadn't lent you so of my authority, I wouldn't have let the tiger whale take that guy away earlier... You'd better not tell you failed now!"

Accompanied by a series of faint chewing sounds, Calypso, whose figure resembled a giant beast, rolled her eyes at Angelia, then turned to look at the end of the long table. "Freedom, I told you long ago, this woman is unreliable. Look now..."

"Clang, clang, clang!"

With the sound of fingers lightly tapping the table, a man's voice ca.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Before we draw conclusions, shall we first listen to what Knowledge has to say?"

Following the sound, by the dim candlelight, a man in white could be seen sitting at the end of the ancient long table, half of his body hidden in the shadows.

After he finished speaking, taking advantage of the pause before Angelia began to explain, he looked at Calypso and nodded, indicating, "Of course, Mr. Vent, after Knowledge finishes, if you still have different opinions, you can still raise objections. That is your Freedom."

After Freedom finished speaking, Angelia turned and lifted her chin at Calypso. "Did I say I failed? It's just that a small interlude occurred, preventing my plan from perfectly reaching expectations..."

"If it wasn't completely successful, then it wasn't successful at all, was it?" Before Angelia could finish speaking, Calypso grumbled in a muffled voice, "If you ask , you might as well honestly admit your failure and sincerely ask for our help. We might then rcifully lend a hand."

anness, arrogance, zero tolerance for others, and unrestrained emotional venting were fully displayed in her words.

"Alright, Mr. Vent! Didn't I say? Let Miss Knowledge finish speaking first." Freedom said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Calypso glanced at Freedom, her eyes flickering, seemingly with so apprehension. After several attempts to speak but stopping herself, she finally suppressed the desire for catharsis originating from her authority and chose to remain silent.

The church beca quiet again. After waiting for two seconds, Angelia continued, "Everyone should know what the main purpose of my operation was. Whether it's Frankfurt, Hong Kong, or Helsing, success in just one place would suffice..."

Mid-sentence, she paused slightly, her peripheral vision drifting to Calypso. "Those two annoying guys, though they caused so trouble, didn't affect the outco, did they? How could soone like certain individuals, who only act based on emotions, understand the benefits of a multi-pronged approach?"

"Soon... the grace of Knowledge will spread to every corner of this world."

After listening to Angelia, Calypso, changing her previous harsh attitude, stood up and excitedly pressed, "So, I can spread my authority soon?"

"Hmph!" Angelia crossed her arms over her chest and sneered at Calypso, "You can, but I think it's necessary to wait a bit longer."

"Wait? Until when?" Calypso asked.

"Until I'm happy!" Angelia said indifferently.

"You!" Calypso's face changed, her eyes wide with rage, and her fists clenched.

"Bang!" Seeing that the two were about to clash again, Freedom slamd the table, interrupting, "Alright, since Miss Knowledge's task has been successfully completed, we just need to proceed as planned. There's no need to argue over minor details."

After a slight pause, he turned to the silent figure in the seat next to Angelia and asked, "Mr. Wealth, do you seem to have sothing to say to everyone?"

Sitting next to Angelia was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing gold-rimd glasses, a white shirt, and a tortoiseshell knitted sweater, looking like an old professor one might encounter on a university campus.

On his wrinkled right hand, he wore a ring cast from so unknown black tal, shaped like Ariel's Eye, with an orange cat's eye stone forming the pupil, radiating a faint glow and possessing a profound depth that seed to see through desires, making it particularly striking.

This distinguished old man was Ariel, the fourth seat of the New Elder Council, codenad Wealth.

"I have no objections to the plan that was previously drawn up. When the plan was initially formulated, I conducted a risk assessnt. As long as everyone strictly adheres to the plan, there will be no problems," Ariel said calmly.

"I just have so questions, personal questions, that I want to ask everyone... Do you think the dead can be resurrected?"

"I think so, right?" Calypso said without thinking, "When those guys from the Miracle Order were active before, didn't they always claim that the miracle flower they sought had the ability to bring people back from the dead? And their so-called Holy Son also resurrected every twelve years."

"Idiot!" Angelia rolled her eyes, "The Miracle Order's so-called resurrection is just a scam, only able to deceive ignorant fools..."

"..."

Calypso glared at Angelia, opened her mouth, and was about to say sothing when she heard the obese man, who had been engrossed in eating, suddenly mumble to himself.

"No... no..." He said indistinctly, his mouth full of half-chewed food, "The body isn't the original... body, the taste... won't be the original taste."

After all the mbers present had expressed their opinions, Freedom finally lowered his hands from supporting his chin, looked at Ariel, and asked, "Mr. Wealth, I'm very curious, what made you have such a doubt... Is it because of Yu Yinchuan?"

As he finished speaking, seeing Ariel's face suddenly change, a aningful curve quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth. "To be honest, Mr. Wealth, you shouldn't have killed that guy. Killing is not the best way to solve problems. Before doing that, giving them the Freedom to choose might yield better results."

"Don't worry, I visited Mr. Constantine earlier. He and his Black Hand Mafia should be able to properly deal with Mr. Yu Yinchuan, who suddenly ca back from the dead. Of course, if Mr. Yu Yinchuan is unwilling to accept our goodwill, then we can let him die again."

"Thank you..." Ariel squeezed out this sentence after a long pause.

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He had thought that his elimination of Yu Yinchuan was secretive and clean enough, and that even if soone discovered Yu Yinchuan's disappearance, they wouldn't be able to confirm Yu Yinchuan's death, let alone trace it back to him.

Logically, Yu Yinchuan should have vanished from everyone's sight like he evaporated into thin air, and then, as ti passed, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) gradually be completely forgotten.

But what he didn't expect was that Freedom not only knew about his secret elimination of Yu Yinchuan but also, one step ahead, sent an appropriate "warning" to the suddenly "resurrected" Yu Yinchuan through Constantine.

This might be the reason why the mbers of the New Elder Council held Freedom in awe to varying degrees. In M Country and the broader land filled with the aura of "Freedom," Freedom was almost omnipotent.

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The next day.

When Void woke up in the electronic product junkyard he used as a secret base, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was bombarded by a continuous stream of information suddenly flooding his mind.

For a mont, he even thought he had failed in his mission to stop the "Information Explosion" urban legend, was captured on the spot, and was taken back and transford into so kind of "urban legend version of a CPU" for processing information.

After a mont of stunned, he ca to his senses and realized that all the information flooding his mind ca from his dependents—the network urban legend spread across the country.

The network urban legend seed to be celebrating last night's victory, and apart from discussing the enhancent of their authority gained by receiving and processing the "Information Explosion," the main content of their celebration was sending Void all sorts of chaotic greetings.

After quickly browsing through the greetings, more than seventy percent of which could potentially attract special attention from various countries' network security investigation organizations, and filtering out so useless information, Void's expression gradually beca serious upon seeing news of Frankfurt's fall, over a hundred thousand deaths, and severe damage to various infrastructures.

"Indeed... it's not over yet," he muttered to himself. "No, it should be said, it's just beginning!"

As he finished speaking, after slightly adjusting his state, he imdiately issued an all-hands battle readiness announcent to his dependents through their dependent marks.

The general content of the announcent was to remind them not to celebrate yesterday's victory too soon, that the enemy had already invaded the network, and that the battle had just begun, and that the Monster Story Chat Group might be at a long-term disadvantage in this battle, and that the revolution had not yet succeeded, and everyone still needed to work hard!

In fact, Void had sensed a hint of abnormality before he fainted from exhaustion after suddenly receiving a large amount of data last night. To be precise, he sensed that even if he successfully prevented the Disaster that was about to happen in Helsing, he and the network urban legend were still slightly inferior.

That urban legend that caused the "Information Explosion" truly wanted to invade the network with its authority by attacking cities like Frankfurt and Helsing, which were particularly developed in information and technology... It was sowhat like a bear rubbing against a tree, leaving its bodily fluids on the tree to mark its territory.

But unfortunately, by the ti he realized this, it was already too late, and there was no ti to prevent the Disaster from happening in Frankfurt.

And while realizing the opponent's true intention, Void also roughly guessed the opponent's authority and the principle of creating the "Information Explosion."

Knowledge, or rather, in this era of information explosion, the chaotic, unsystematic, and even useless "Knowledge" that people acquire from various channels and regard as truth.

A simple example is elderly parents forwarding "expert health tips" in their "Happy Family" chat group.

They genuinely believe those absurd things, consider themselves to have learned "Knowledge," and no amount of persuasion works; ten tractors couldn't pull them back.

However, how did that guy do it? Void wondered, puzzled.

Although he had roughly confird the symbol of the opponent's authority, he still couldn't understand how the opponent created the Information Explosion event.

There must be so more aggressive and explosive power driving it in the dark to turn that kind of "Knowledge" into an "Information Explosion."

The relationship between the two is like dynamite and a detonator that ignites the dynamite; only when combined can an explosion be created.

Could it be that there is more than one urban legend enemy?

Void thought, and soon his attention was diverted by the information from the network urban legend that flooded his mind.

The announcent he had just issued caused an uproar among the network urban legend, who were still imrsed in the joy of victory.

They were not afraid of losing, but they could not tolerate the enemy's highly provocative actions, after all, from a certain perspective, the network was their territory.

"But what can be done?" Void smiled bitterly as he browsed the information sent by the network urban legend. "Who told them their hard power is stronger than ours? Let's take it one step at a ti!"

Accustod to "copying howork," he suddenly felt that it would be great if he could also "copy and paste" Disaster this ti.

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"Huh? What is this? What's going on? Who told you to do this?"

After asking a triple question to the Eclipse Society mbers in the God Kingdom Prototype who had completely transford into Lan Yi Party, Lu Yibei seed to sense sothing, rubbed her suddenly throbbing brow, then withdrew her attention and looked at the six blank-eyed individuals, including William.

These six people were the ones she had hastily stuffed into the God Kingdom Prototype the previous night at the Angel Rose Theater when she was in a hurry.

Earlier today, as she was preparing to go out and visit another exiled deity according to her well-thought-out plan, she received a ssage from Ni Miao, asking her to release William to ensure that the theater's performances would proceed normally even if she didn't work at the Angel Rose Theater. Only then did she rember the existence of the six.

This was very reasonable; a large theater surely needed at least one qualified host, right?

However, when Lu Yibei entered the God Kingdom Prototype and found the six people, she discovered that in just one night, the Lan Yi Party mbers had largely completed their "training" of them, turning them into the state they were now in.

Heaven knows what inhumane tornts they had endured; in any case, their current state was like machines that had just undergone a factory reset—blank slates, easily receptive to any ideas instilled in them.