Witch’s Night: Chapter 29 Whispers of the Oracle
A mere fall from a high altitude wasn’t a dangerous act for a “Destruction” level ability user, even if that altitude was near the starry sky.
And Luo Yan, even more so. For a spatial ability user to die from falling from a high altitude was an inconceivable event.
Soon, both of them returned to the ground, although in different ways.
Chris and Cecilia watched in disbelief as Hamid fell from the sky, crashing straight through the residential building, while Luo Yan leisurely climbed down a spatial rift next to them.
…Although she had seen it many times, Chris’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably every time she saw Miss Luo Yan perform the death-defying act of Void Traversal as if she were just climbing over a wall.
“Miss Luo Yan, how did it go?”
Chris nervously approached, but Luo Yan looked contemplative, as if pondering something important.
Could it be… that the talks didn’t go well? Or…
Chris craned her neck slightly, looking at the hole that went straight through the building. Did this cultist named Hamid convince Miss Luo Yan?
Just then, Luo Yan suddenly nodded and said seriously,
“So that’s how it is. I definitely won’t get lost next time!”
“…Ah? What do you mean?”
“Miss Chris, I’ve completely mastered the rules of the Void nodes,” Luo Yan looked at the bewildered Chris and said, “This time the location was correct, just the altitude was a bit off.”
“Altitude?”
Chris suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Yes, I accidentally went to an altitude of about three thousand meters,” Luo Yan nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely succeed next time!”
Three thousand meters!
Chris was shocked. This wasn’t something to be repeated. Getting the location wrong just meant taking a detour, but you actually had an altitude deviation as well?
For a “Destruction” level ability user, high altitude wasn’t a problem, but for a “Ruin” level ability user to go to an altitude of three thousand meters was simply courting death. Neither the environment nor the risk of falling could be handled.
Moreover, since the New Era began, very few humans had been able to reach such heights.
“I think it’s better to walk…”
Chris said awkwardly.
“Sometimes we need to travel quickly.” Luo Yan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, if you feel uncomfortable in the Void, I can knock you unconscious before taking you in.”
That sounded even more dangerous. Chris thought for a moment and decided it was best to quickly divert Miss Luo Yan’s attention from this suicidal topic.
At this time, Cecilia was already lying on her stomach by the large hole Hamid had created, carefully looking down, calling out weakly with a hint of crying,
“Um… Grandpa Bishop…”
“He’s fine.” Luo Yan walked to the hole and put her hand on Cecilia’s shoulder. “Besides, I still need to talk to him about your situation.”
“Ah?” Cecilia looked up blankly. “My… situation?”
“About your illness, Cecilia,” Luo Yan whispered. “To be honest, I, like you, also have… the same illness.”
Not long ago, Luo Yan was still troubled by the symptoms caused by demonic power. Although she wasn’t a God’s Chosen, she faced the same problems as them, namely the irreversible erosion of living beings’ constitutions by demonic power.
“Oh? Have you also suffered from this?”
Hamid’s voice came slowly from the hole, and then his figure reappeared before them.
“Grandpa Bishop!”
Cecilia’s eyes lit up, and she was about to rush over, but was stopped by Luo Yan.
“I can see your solution to this, Hamid.” Luo Yan said in a low voice. “I have reason to suspect you have ulterior motives. Cecilia is now practically no different from an ‘Ice Coffin Weapon’.”
“‘Ice Coffin Weapon’? No, Cecilia’s situation is more dangerous.” Hamid didn’t greet Cecilia as usual. “As for my ulterior motives? Heh, perhaps… I don’t even know myself.”
“You know what will happen if this continues.” Luo Yan’s eyes turned cold. She had experienced a similar situation to Cecilia’s in the past, so she empathized even more with this poor little girl.
“But I have no other way. At the end of Cecilia’s life, I will respect her wishes, whether it’s self-destruction or self-exile.”
Hamid glanced at Cecilia, a flicker of pity and emotion in his eyes, and sighed inwardly.
He hadn’t wanted to tell Cecilia all this at this time, but now… he had to.
Not only because of this transaction, which he didn’t want to call a transaction, but also because Hamid had no solution to Cecilia’s illness. In his hands, Cecilia could only become an “Ice Coffin Weapon.”
For this girl whom he had rescued and raised, it would be an absolute lie if Hamid said he hadn’t invested any emotion.
He was still human, and humans had emotions and feelings, even the Church of the End Gods was the same, and Hamid had never denied his own feelings.
“Grandpa Bishop…”
Cecilia timidly looked at Hamid. In her perception, Grandpa Bishop seemed different from usual.
Grandpa Bishop’s emotions suddenly became so complicated that Cecilia’s little head couldn’t understand.
She could only tilt her head in confusion, not daring to approach.
“Although I don’t know why you value a God’s Chosen so much, you also said that this is a transaction.” Hamid said softly. “Here are all my records about Cecilia from these years, my research on her illness… and on God’s Chosen. I’m giving them all to you, Miss Luo Yan.”
After he finished speaking, Hamid took out a notebook and tossed it to Luo Yan.
After conducting all the research within his power, Hamid discovered that he knew nothing about the power of the Gods. The more he researched, the more lost and confused he felt.
It was common knowledge that the power of the Gods was the pinnacle of all power, but using the word “pinnacle” to describe it was too general and misleading.
Because a pinnacle could be reached, but the height of demonic power, mere mortals couldn’t even glimpse a trace of it.
The conclusion was that the situation of a God’s Chosen was hopeless. No God’s Chosen could live to adulthood. It could even be said that all God’s Chosen who survived birth were miracles, even if they died young.
As for the situation of the Misters of Dawn, perhaps only they themselves knew.
And now, the incomprehensible Miss Luo Yan had appeared before him. Hamid knew that if Cecilia had any intention of living according to her own will, Miss Luo Yan would be her only chance.
“Are you saying…”
Luo Yan took the notebook and froze. She remembered that the terms of the transaction were just to understand Cecilia’s situation.
She could see that Cecilia and her Grandpa Bishop had a very deep bond, and she hadn’t intended to separate them.
Whether it was right or wrong, it was their business. Luo Yan only decided to help this little girl out of sympathy and empathy.
“If you don’t mind her being a burden, let her follow you.”
Hamid said indifferently. Although he inevitably felt some reluctance, he still made this decision.
This was human weakness. Seeking warmth in a world destined for destruction seemed to be a mistake as well, but Hamid didn’t intend to change.
“Grandpa Bishop… are you abandoning Cecilia?” Cecilia said weakly, her expression looking somewhat aggrieved.
Why did Grandpa Bishop… become like this after going out for a while?
“Don’t worry, Cecilia,” Hamid’s expression softened a little. “Follow this big sister, and when you’re completely healed, Grandpa will come back to find you.”
“Big sister…”
Cecilia looked up, her hand involuntarily grabbing the corner of Luo Yan’s skirt.
“The previous transaction didn’t mention this.”
Luo Yan frowned slightly. She didn’t dislike Cecilia being a burden, but she herself… had problems.
The reason she was so normal now was because of One and Nine. Once the life force they gave her was exhausted, her situation wouldn’t be much different from Cecilia’s.
“I said, putting everything about the Gods on the negotiating table is an insult to us and the Gods.” Hamid lowered his head slightly. “I’m willing to entrust Cecilia to you. This isn’t a transaction. As for the oracle, whether you are willing to tell us… is up to you.”
“Oracle?” Hearing this, Chris’s eyes widened. “Miss Luo Yan, have you received some kind of oracle?”
The so-called Gods were the Malice of All Worlds, the Primordial Demons, and the oracle… could be some kind of doomsday prophecy.
Chris was quite nervous about this. Another important reason she had been following Luo Yan was to stop her dangerous actions at critical moments.
Now was the most critical moment, and Luo Yan had actually made a deal with the cultists to tell them the oracle of the Gods!
“Don’t look at me like that, Miss Chris, the oracle or whatever is just their wishful thinking.” Luo Yan seemed quite helpless at Chris’s almost murderous gaze. “And I’ve mentioned it to you many times, right? About the Witch of Envy…”
Chris thought back. She seemed to have said something… but those were just your casual complaints! How could those be considered an oracle!
Wait, could those… actually be considered an oracle?
Chris looked like she had seen a ghost.
“Church of the End Gods… I’ve heard about your beliefs and learned some things from the Witch of Envy.” Luo Yan looked at Hamid seriously.
“But… to be precise, I’ve only been in this world for a few months. The so-called civilization and world are very unfamiliar to me.
“I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. I’m just experiencing the… rhythm of this world in my own way, yes, that’s right, rhythm.”
Although many things had happened, the time Luo Yan had experienced the most was still her days in Ghost Town.
If that had continued, perhaps one day, the Witch of Envy would awaken, discover her in Ghost Town, and the whispers of divinity might have succeeded.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs. After personally experiencing the rhythm of the world, Luo Yan had her own thoughts, walking her own path, no longer ignorant, no longer lost.
“She said,” Luo Yan whispered, “‘I will disappear, but ‘Hope’ (true name) will live forever.’
“‘Civilization may be destroyed, eras may be annihilated, but this world… will never give up its struggle.’”
Luo Yan spoke these words using the divine language, the language of True Names. To Chris, it was just a few strange syllables, and then nothing.
“You… what did you say?”
Chris asked, completely bewildered.
But on the other side, Hamid’s expression was like he had been struck by lightning, his whole body trembling,
“Th-this… how is this possible…”
“The God of Hope… has truly fallen…”
And it was Her own decision.
It turned out that Miss Luo Yan hadn’t lied to him. One of the Gods had truly fallen. She hadn’t successfully revived from Her long slumber, but chose to self-destruct.
The fall of a God was a severe blow to the Church of the End Gods. It meant that the world’s destruction, foretold in the truth, was one step closer.
Hamid didn’t want to believe it, but the oracle had been given, the facts were right in front of him, and he couldn’t deny it.
For a moment, Hamid was distraught.
“I didn’t lie to you, did I?” Luo Yan spread her hands.
Cecilia, hiding behind her, looked up at Luo Yan in confusion. Wasn’t this big sister the God of Hope? She was clearly alive and well…
Why didn’t Grandpa Bishop recognize her? Could it be because she wasn’t wearing that beautiful and scary dress?
The only person on the scene who was completely clueless was Chris, her face full of question marks.
What, what, what was all this! What were they talking about!
She knew the God of Hope, it was the Witch of Envy, so why had She suddenly fallen?
Wasn’t She still endangering Sister Qingling’s hometown, Yan City, before? How did She disappear in such a short time?
And why did Hamid believe Miss Luo Yan as soon as she said it?
Many questions swirled in Chris’s mind, but she held back. Because everyone present seemed to understand, and if only she didn’t… it would be embarrassing to say it out loud.
“I didn’t expect that after hundreds of years, we would receive such an oracle.” A bitter smile appeared on Hamid’s lips. “If that’s the case… who was the destruction of Lannister, which we were supposed to offer, for?”
“I don’t know.”
Luo Yan chimed in.
“….”
Chris broke out in a cold sweat. So these cultists really did intend to destroy Lannister… She didn’t know where they got the confidence.
If Chris knew that hundreds of cultists were lurking in Lannister’s administration, and that more than a dozen hereditary nobles had become members of the Church of the End Gods, and that even an Elder was secretly assisting the Church, she wouldn’t have such doubts.
Lannister had only superficially controlled the situation. Once these moles acted, coupled with the resurgent wave of Calamities, Lannister would truly be in danger of destruction.
“It was only for yourself, Hamid.”
Just then, a lazy voice sounded behind Hamid,
“Long time no see, you’re still as foolish as ever.”
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