Hate Me, Miss Witch!

The star cup that radiated a dreamy light made a crisp groan.

Then it shattered and dissipated.

No one or even the gods could understand why Char did this.

Boom——

After a brief stagnation.

The stunned eyes, the runaway mental power, and the brilliance of the divine power that erupted from the depths of the star realm.

Countless chaotic matters illuminated the entire star realm in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

However, as the source of all the chaotic vortexes.

Char no longer had the leisure to care about all the things in the outside world.

While he crushed the star cup——

In the depths of Char's soul, in the boundary of the "origin", he also slashed another blow.

A knife that cut off all the connections between everything that remained in the "origin" and himself.

The creator of the glorious era, the "Golden King" Rhine was Char.

However, Char was not the creator, not the Golden King.

And after slashing this knife towards his own origin.

From now on, he and the heroes who had left countless glorious deeds in human history in all the previous restart processes will bid farewell to each other completely.

They have become unrelated individuals with no intersection.

Crash.

Crash.

Around Char, the long river of time is running and roaring.

It stirs up countless whirlpools, blurring everything around, even the boundary between matter and time.

On the Western Continent.

Whether it is Aurora, Isadella, or Sylvia.

At this moment, they all found that their figures began to become illusory.

The diversion of time lingers around them, enveloping them, and moving downstream in the long river of time.

This is the era they should not exist in.

And at this moment, with the end of the mythological era, all causes and effects are severed.

The sound of the long river of time is getting louder and louder, like the roar of thunder, and like the collapse of mountains.

These foreign intruders who did not belong to the Age of Gods were to be washed away to the downstream of the long river of time, the era that belonged to them.

Soon, the figures of the three people became extremely illusory and hazy, and the broken stream of light spread around them.

"Is it over?"

On the island of Atlantis, Augustina's body did not become illusory and broken like Silvia and the others.

However, in her golden dragon eyes, there were also ripples of time slowly rippling.

Mysterious fluctuations spread around her.

The Dragon of the Night is an ancient dragon born in the Age of Gods.

However, at this moment, the will in this black dragon body does not belong to this era.

Augustina used the power of the "Hourglass of Time" to send her will in the present world back to the First Age.

At this moment, with the end of the mythical era, the power of time contained in the "Hourglass of Time" has also been exhausted.

A grain of time sand fell in the funnel of the hourglass.

The consciousness of the "Queen of the Night" also left the body of her childhood and returned to the Fourth Epoch along with the Sands of Time.

At the moment when their figures were about to disappear.

Aurora suddenly turned back and looked at the figure of the boy who was also lingering in the long river of time above the starry sky.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she had noticed something, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in her beautiful sky-blue eyes.

The pale silver holy spear shone, mysteriously exuding.

It was about to carry the figure of the blonde girl out of the long river of time and stand in this era again.

But in the end, the pale silver light still dimmed.

Together with the figure of the blonde girl, it went downstream in the long river of time.

This is the Age of Gods, which is far more distant than the end of the Third Epoch, and the historical remnants of Esgania are closer to the beginning of creation.

And the Holy Spear Rungomyniad was also called by Char with a "Gun Come" before.

In that farewell battle of the gods, the Holy Lance, as the anchor point that anchored the gods on the world wall, exhausted all its power and mystery, creating a fateful opportunity for the Holy Sword's "Divine Evasion" later.

In these short ten minutes, the Holy Lance only recovered one tenth or two tenths of its power, and it was already the limit to be able to protect Aurora and return to the current time node intact.

It can no longer respond to its owner's expectations and do more things.

...

In the astral world.

Char silently watched the light gradually fade away in the long river of time until it could no longer be seen.

In sharp contrast to his silence.

It transcended the astral world and the spirit world, and was located somewhere above time.

The "origin" that was mercilessly cut off by Char and was running wild.

It represented that the individual named "Char. Egut" had completely bid farewell to all the past.

All connections, all causes and effects, and the entangled fate were cut off together.

From now on, he will truly live as Char, not as "the sun god who lost his memory" or "the resurrected golden king".

"You will regret it."

"Char. Egut."

In the origin that is collapsing and falling apart.

The soul imprint that was also cut off by Char and lost its place of support is now slowly dimming, heading towards the end of complete dissipation.

It seems that they have accepted the fate of being cut off by Char, and the two have become unrelated individuals.

The soul mark's name for Char finally changed from "another me" to "Char Egut".

"For mortal beings with flesh and blood, there are insurmountable limits."

"Perhaps you are very young and energetic now, and your soul is as pure as jade, unstained by dust. You only need a moment of will to break through all obstacles and reach the highest point of radiance."

"Disdainful of those gods who do whatever it takes to ascend to the gods."

"However, no matter how pure the soul is, it will eventually experience "wear and tear". "

"The so-called life is a journey of accumulating pain."

"In the infinite extension of time, in the never-ending journey, it is stained with dust bit by bit."

"It's like a piece of rough jade that has been eroded little by little by wind and frost, and in the end it's hard to recognize its original appearance."

"One day -"

"When the relatives and friends around you gradually grow old, your originally flawless soul will be tainted with haze and dust due to stagnation."

"You will also follow the same path as the sun god."

"I will gain strength and ascend the eternal throne as my only pursuit and ambition."

The illusory voice faded little by little.

But listening to the voice coming from his own origin, Xia Ya just shook his head slightly.

"maybe."

"Maybe one day, I will be trapped in front of a certain barrier, dominated by twisted obsessions."

"Perhaps one day, as time goes by, I will forget my original intention and become something ugly and ferocious that I think now."

"After all, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

"But that is an illusory future."

"Not today."

"Today, I can hear my inner voice very clearly. I don't want to be that person, and I don't want to be that person."

"No matter whether I end up taking the wrong path like you, but -"

"I will not regret my decision to give up the Cup of Stars and the Throne of Heaven today."

"As long as that's the case, that's enough."

…

"Don't you regret it?"

Around Xia Ya, the flow of time also became more and more rapid.

It turned into layers of time, creating a barrier between him and the thousands of creatures in the mythical era, and the entire world, as if they were separated by a long distance.

"So, you know..."

"Cut your own origin, cut off all the threads of cause and effect and destiny, and also cut off the connection and cause and effect between yourself and the sun god."

"What kind of consequences do we need to face?"

"All gifts from fate have already been marked with a secret price."

The illusory voice became extremely ethereal, almost inaudible.

It was just a mark on the soul, and it survived to this day due to the special nature of the place of origin, but it was still just a mark after all.

As it was awakened by Char, this brand was already destined to be unable to survive. Regardless of whether Char would strike at the origin or not, this brand was destined to die. The only difference was just the length of time.

Listening to the inaudible voice, Xia Ya nodded slightly.

"certainly."

As the other party said, all gifts from fate have already been marked with prices secretly.

Char is a special person.

He was an extremely special individual even when he was only as weak as the second ring.

He can travel freely through history, relying on his own will to rewrite everything that happens in the reverberations of history.

Even those things engraved in history books are no exception.

One after another imperfect story endings were rewritten into what Xia Ya expected.

Relying on this special power, Char met Sylvia and Ogutina in the reverberations of history...

If it weren't for this special thing, Char and Isadella wouldn't have gotten to know each other in that heroic epic of the King of Knights.

And his relationship with the second princess will probably only stay at the level of a reliable ally, and may not develop into the mutual relationship now.

It can be said that if there was no special characteristic of traveling through time and space, then Chara might still be able to rise in another way and become dazzling...

However, those who are by his side today may be in another equally glorious world line, and their trajectories with Char's are like two parallel straight lines, with no possibility of intersecting again.

And there is no reason for such an innate specialness.

Even if Isadella is as powerful as being promoted to a legend and holding the Holy Sword of the Star, she has only rewritten the future historical direction of an empire in the Third Age.

He became the king of the fantasy zone, and became the object of furious crusade by the entire river of time and the corrective force of history.

But at that time, Char, who was not even a legend, and did not have the protection of the Holy Sword, could freely enter and exit the reverberations of history...

Even in order to save Isadella, Char transferred the weight of the cause and effect of an entire country to himself, and in the end he did not receive much punishment.

Living leisurely in the Garden of Eden for ten years... was nothing compared to the sins Isadella had to bear as the king of the Utopia.

And the source of such specialness in Char has finally been seen today.

Everything is because of the origin he carries.

As the sun god who has been sitting high in the sky and overlooking the world since the first era.

In those restarts again and again, each restart is also a hero and king who has left a clear mark in the civilization epic of each era.

Therefore, Char can easily travel through the echoes of history, and even if he rewrites the direction of history, he will not suffer too much backlash from the correction force.

He is a human being who has existed from ancient times to the present, and every key time node in the history of civilization has his footprints.

Any era in the history of civilization is his home field for Char, and it is the era he once lived in. No matter what Char does, as a creature of the current era, he will naturally not suffer the violent backlash of the correction force like the future traveler interfering with the past.

But——

At this moment.

As Char cut off his origin, he completely cut off the connection with the sun god, the golden king Rhine, and the identity during the restarts.

His identity also changed from the oldest hero at the beginning of the ancient times... to the young man from the snowfield of Ceylon.

He was born in the Fourth Epoch, rose in the Fourth Epoch, and the few decades he experienced in the empire were all of Char's life.

For the past history, Char once again became a stranger from the outside.

So -

The punishment for Char who rewrote the course of history again and again, which came from the power of historical correction... At this moment, after Char cut off his own origin, he will usher in a real reckoning.

In that flowing time, Char slowly closed his eyes.

Then, he listened to the roar of the huge waves called the correction power that were getting closer and closer.

In the past, Char could rely on his own uniqueness to ignore things like the correction power and the long river of time, and he was fearless.

But at this moment, he lost that uniqueness.

From the chosen son favored by the gods, he became an ordinary human again.

That was a wave of correction force that spanned four eras and superimposed all the sins of the ancient country of Cang Ting, Esgania, and the God Age Char.

It was tens or hundreds of times stronger than what Su Lun had faced before, and the correction force backlash caused by the collapse of Esgania's fantasy belt at that time.

That's why Char never told Ailora and the others about this.

Even after Ailora discovered something wrong with Char through some tacit understanding that even Char himself couldn't detect, Char could only forcibly do some tricks with the Holy Spear and forcibly send Xiao Ai back to the current historical node.

Because this was a natural correction that they could never resist, no matter whether it was the Holy Spear or the Holy Sword, or the powerful and ancient holy relics, they would have no effect.

If Char didn't do this, then Ailora would definitely choose to stay with him by force... and the consequence of doing so would be that Ailora would fall into a desperate situation with no chance of survival in the wave of correction force, destroying all chances of survival.

This is no longer the love and affection in the Garden of Eden... Unlike Esganiya at that time, Char did not leave himself a backup this time.

"Even if you have not contained the divinity in the Star Cup, you are still very strong."

"Perhaps, stronger than the sun god in his heyday."

"Even the historical correction force that carries the weight of the entire human history may not be able to completely annihilate your existence."

"But - even if you can resist the erosion of the correction force, you will be washed away by the wave of the correction force and completely lose your way."

"Char. Egut."

"You will be exiled to the deepest part of the star world by the correction force..."

"Wandering at the end of time forgotten by the world."

"And the term of this exile..."

"It will be forever."

Listening to the ethereal words, Char smiled.

"Yes, I know all of this."

"But, this is fair, isn't it?"

"Relying on this special time travel from you, I owed so many debts of love to others, pretended so much, and showed off so many times in front of others."

"And now, I am unwilling to accept the past that has given me a gift... There is no such good thing in the world."

"In that case, this is the price I should pay."

Xia Ya's eyes were serious.

"Besides, since we are exiled at the end of time, wandering and drifting forever."

"Then, as long as we continue to wander endlessly, there will always be a possibility."

"In the long river of lost time, a small miracle happened, and it happened to drift to the only correct direction and reach the correct exit."

"Of course, the probability of this coincidence is very small, not much better than finding a needle in a haystack."

"But-"

"Since this probability is not zero."

"Then, in the infinite extension and eternal time... the probability of this miracle being born in the end is 100%."

"Just like the infinite loop of the decimal of 0.9 is actually 1."

Xia Ya smiled.

"And I only need to wait for that small miracle to happen, then I can return to the correct history and return to the Fourth Epoch."

"For Xiao Ai and the others' physical time, it is just a blink of an eye."

"They will only think that they and I have returned to the Fourth Age together, and naturally they will not know everything that has happened here."

The last ray of origin was chopped off and turned into overflowing starlight.

In the broken starlight, Xia heard a long sigh.

"You should know how many attempts it will take to wait for the probability of this tiny miracle happening, right?"

"It's not just a matter of decades or hundreds of years."

"The length of that time may be ten thousand years, or it may be one hundred thousand years..."

"Maybe it will take longer."

"Furthermore, in this process, in order to maintain your existence from being annihilated by the correction force, you must remain awake at all times and cannot fall into a deep sleep for a moment."

"Maintaining a clear consciousness, wandering in a world with nothing but darkness for tens of thousands of years."

"How many years have you spent in your life so far?"

"Even so, don't you regret it?"

Xia Ya never directly answered the soul mark question.

He just looked at the last few rays of starlight in front of him in silence.

After a long time.

Xia Ya spoke softly.

"This is my choice, I have no regrets."

…

"Is it--"

"It really feels like looking into a very old mirror."

"turn out to be……"

"Such a person really existed."

The last ray of starlight from the Cup of Stars.

As those final words dissipated, no trace was left.

Xia Ya did not look back.

Instead, he faced the frenzy of correction power that was getting closer and closer.

This was his last moment before he was swallowed up by the wave of correction.

Xia Ya turned sideways slightly.

Through the illusory and hazy time, he looked at the graceful figure of the golden elf in the star realm.

He moved his lips slightly.

After being completely swallowed up by the correction force, what he will face is the loneliness that lasts for thousands of years.

In the little time left, Xia Ya wanted to say his final farewell to his still somewhat green teacher.

After all, this is the only person among the people that Xia cares about who has not really established a relationship with him.

Before starting that long wandering that might never end, Xia Ya didn't want to leave any regrets for herself.

However, the next moment.

Xia Ya was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw the blue light that illuminated the time flowing around him, and the fireworks that were swallowed up by the roaring correction force.

The backlash of the correction force was intercepted by the blue flame.

What remains is the flow of time that no longer roars and agitates, but becomes calm and gentle.

The body carrying Xia Ya drove slowly towards the downstream of that time without any danger or danger.

Slowly, but irreversibly.

Humans and elves look at each other across the flowing time.

Char is downstream and Hathaway is upstream.

"Why--"

Xia Ya spoke in confusion.

This was beyond his expectations.

Even if it was the secret hidden in the place of origin, Xia Ya actually guessed it in advance.

However, what happened at this moment was completely beyond his expectation.

"Don't you always say that after three days of separation, you should be impressed? Teacher Xia Ya."

"Or, my little Char."

A voice like the sounds of nature came from the upper reaches of the long river of light.

The beautiful golden elf stared at the face of the human boy downstream through the overflowing time.

how come?

Xia Ya was stunned.

"Little Char".

This title was only used by a certain golden elf to call him.

However, that should be the future, mysterious teacher, not the young golden elf girl in front of him.

"Not only humans, elves can also grow, Char."

Looking at the somewhat confused Xia Ya, a slight smile appeared on the golden elf's beautiful face.

"The secret fire of the goddess of magic represents the "magic of the sky." "

"That is the mystery of the realm of prying into."

"And in the magic of space, there is not only the simple law of space, but also - time."

There was nostalgia, nostalgia, and a little bit of determination in those beautiful red-gold eyes.

Hathaway's eyes stayed on Char's face and never left for a long time.

"After containing the secret fire of the goddess of magic, I can now use the "magic of the sky" to briefly glimpse a corner of the future. "

"Of course, it's just some insignificant, broken fragments of the future."

"However, by piecing together these broken fragments, it is enough for me to see clearly the future that belongs to you alone."

The golden elf's melodious words paused for a moment.

"The stories between you, Xiao Ai, Su Lun, and Sylvia... I have seen them all."

"Love that travels through time and space, perseverance that never leaves, the girl who is redeemed from the darkness, the epic story of the knight and the king..."

"It was a really touching past that made any jealousy I should have felt towards the heroines of those stories disappear."

"It's just——"

"Teacher Xia Ya."

Those beautiful red-gold eyes suddenly became a little softer.

"You are always like this, saving others again and again -"

"In order to let that young and immature Grand Duke's daughter survive in troubled times, and make her hate you to the core."

"For the safe return of that Knight King, I chose to wear the crown of thorns, and shouldered the sins of the entire fantasy belt."

"Turning one imperfect story ending after another into what you expect."

"It's just that when I looked at the fragments of your past through the magic of the sky... I kept thinking about it."

"You saved them—"

"Then, who should do it..."

"Save you?"

"It wasn't until later that I saw your childhood memories. In the black tower, there were fragments about the golden elf, or me in the future."

The world became silent.

The frenzy of correction power was briefly blocked by the blue secret fire, and even the roaring sound was difficult to hear.

Only two people were left, looking at each other across time.

"Teacher Xia Ya——"

The golden elf girl suddenly lifted a few strands of pale golden hair from her temples.

"Do you still remember what you and I said when we said goodbye that day when the Lost Island fell into the abyss?"

"you say--"

""As a teacher, you must protect your students." "

"Then he left so handsomely, leaving me only a magnificent figure that I will never forget again."

"So that's my response today."

She looked at Xia Ya and spoke softly.

"As a teacher, I must protect my students."

"It doesn't matter even if the relationship between master and apprentice comes from the future."

…

boom--

The long river of time, which had briefly calmed down under the suppression of the Magic Goddess's secret fire, now began to flow again, stirring up one wave after another.

But the Golden Elf's voice penetrated through the waves of time and was still clearly audible.

"Don't worry about me, Teacher Xia."

"You, I, and Xiao Ai are different...you do not belong to this era. You are outsiders who are rejected by heaven. No matter what you do, you will be counterattacked by the corrective force."

"However, I am a high elf born in the age of the gods. The damage and rejection caused by the correction of history will be much weaker."

"Although I am still a little immature compared to you, Char... But with the help of Silver Fire, this level of correction power cannot wipe out my existence."

"Nothing more than——"

"It's just that he was backlashed by the correction force and was exiled to the star world or somewhere in the spiritual world, wandering in the uninhabited star abyss for many years, several epochs."

Through the surging waves, the golden elf looked at Xia Ya with unconcealed love.

"However, don't look at me now imitating Teacher Xia Ya and pretending to be serious and under control."

"But I'm actually quite afraid of the dark and lonely."

"therefore--"

"You will come to save me one day."

At this moment, time is rushing around Xia Ya.

Everything is falling irreversibly downstream.

And in that falling time, the figure of the golden elf became smaller and smaller, and even the voice became more illusory and distant.

Hathaway's words suddenly became a little lighter.

"Besides, I haven't forgotten, Teacher Xia Ya."

"Obviously from your perspective, I am your teacher, but in order to take advantage of me, you turned around and accepted me as your disciple out of spite."

"In your words, it's the so-called master and rebel disciple, right?"

"This is a sin of disrespect."

"so--"

Things are passing away.

The scene of the Age of Gods disappeared, leaving only the changing light and shadow.

Second era, third era——

Until, the fourth era.

Even with Xia Ya's perception, she could no longer see the golden elf girl walking through time at this moment.

Only Hathaway's last words were left, echoing in Char's ears.

"You have to take responsibility for bringing shame on the witch."