Chapter 307
Chapter 307
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 307
Chapter Title: The Black Witch (1)
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Adora stepped into the Great Rift.
A place she absolutely should not enter.
A place where no one had ever returned alive.
'There are no paths here.'
Adora realized it immediately.
The moment she entered, she lost all sense of direction.
The magic that automatically protected her, 'Wish,' barely reacted at all.
This was strange in itself.
Her Wish was completely different from an ordinary one.
Previously, in the Tower of Arrogance, to save Park Chan-woo, Adora had offered her Wish along with Kankun's heart.
That Wish had vanished then.
After becoming the 'Master of Valhalla' and building her power, she had achieved another Wish.
A being who had reached Wish twice.
Her talent in that regard was beyond measure.
'Wish. You must be connected.'
The Wish she had offered to Park Chan-woo and the newly awakened one were linked.
Though the connection had been severed when he headed to the Mountain of the Cultivator.
Adora, however, was certain he was alive.
She trusted in his survival from the faint presence of the 'Wish' she sensed subconsciously.
"This place... it's so cold."
Adora shivered violently.
The Great Rift.
This world was different from the Abyss.
The mana that formed its foundation, the way it operated—everything was the opposite.
Bit by bit, she was freezing over.
Death was approaching.
...It was peculiar.
This icy, frozen death was the very form she wielded.
Her own power was devouring her.
'Endless descent.'
Probably due to the nature of this place.
With every movement, it drained away rapidly.
Her mana would deplete, her soul would evaporate, and she would cease to exist.
Yet Adora did not give up.
"Take me to where he is."
She said to the Wish.
Then, the Wish floated up in a sphere of light.
The Wish did not move.
It could not move.
It wasn't about protecting her.
Guiding her meant certain death.
"I don't care if I offer everything. This place... it's too cold to be alone."
Park Chan-woo was here.
Dying alone.
She was certain of it.
The Wish spoke.
The more you have, the more you die.
Her Wish had a sense of self and its own peculiarities.
It seemed to know the answers but never stated them clearly.
'Empty yourself, discard it.'
Did it mean the more she possessed, the stronger the backlash in the Great Rift?
It sounded like an order to abandon everything herself.
Adora did as told.
She discarded her mana.
She shed her magic, even the authority of death.
Leaving only the Wish.
"It's fine."
In this world, even looking at other things was forbidden.
The moment you did, existences tangled together.
Awareness led to death.
Everything in the Great Rift was like that.
Adora closed her eyes.
Soon, her body began to float gently.
The Wish was guiding her.
She blocked off all her senses around her.
Following only the Wish's lead.
How much time passed as she drifted?
She had no idea, but it felt like an eternity.
Hours, days, months.
Maybe even longer.
Any ordinary being would have gone mad long ago.
Doing nothing, senses completely shut off, just floating—it was more agonizing than imaginable.
And it was an endless descent with no end in sight.
Memories flooded her mind.
Her days as a witch.
Born following the Black Witch, called 'Death' and shunned.
She met Orc Master Kankun, but it ended in mutual destruction.
Everyone around her died.
Park Chan-woo was the one who stopped that death.
Now it was her turn to stop his.
She opened her eyes.
The Wish that had guided her had almost lost its light.
"You..."
Ssssss!
The Wish evaporated and vanished.
Once again, the Wish was gone.
This was the second time.
It was just mere magic, yet...
Adora felt a profound sense of loss.
But she couldn't stop here.
Adora looked around.
Soon, she spotted Park Chan-woo not far away.
"Pull yourself together, Park Chan-woo."
He lay collapsed on the ground.
Clutching the Ruler's Spear.
Black energy emanating from the spear filled his entire body.
Adora realized it instantly.
The death mingled in the spear, a massive error, was killing him.
"Death... it's amplifying uncontrollably."
She had thought he was free from all forms of death.
Even the Gospel's authority had backfired to bring him death.
But this 'spear' was different.
Too many errors overlapped.
It wasn't simple death.
If he didn't escape this place, it would grow beyond control.
She couldn't touch it rashly.
Adora looked around again.
'A mirror.'
There was a mirror there.
She didn't know why it was there, but instinct drew her to it.
Soon, she held the mirror up to herself.
'...Nothing reflects.'
Nothing showed in the mirror.
It was empty.
Swish.
At that moment.
A hand appeared in the mirror.
Then it pointed at Adora.
"You..."
Whose hand was that?
It felt familiar.
"When I offered Kankun's heart and my Wish..."
It had appeared then.
That same presence.
Back then, Park Chan-woo had died.
Death confirmed.
Kankun and Adora offered their most precious possessions to revive him.
Suddenly, a message appeared before her eyes.
The memory of that day.
The message Park Chan-woo had seen.
Ah.
That day, it had reacted for the first time.
The 'God of Offerings' in the mirror.
"You want me to offer myself."
Kankun had offered his heart and his very life.
But Adora hadn't offered her entire existence.
Now it was her turn.
Adora nodded.
"If that's the only way to save him, then so be it. I offer myself. O God of Offerings."
Silence fell.
Time seemed to stop, the world frozen.
Even Adora's fiercely beating heart halted.
No heartbeat, no breath.
Nothing existed here.
But Adora smiled.
Because she now understood true 'death.'
Park Chan-woo.
He was death itself, the beginning and the end.
On a whole different level from her, the witch of death.
Kuoooong!
At that moment.
The world sank.
A door to death, coated in countless teeth, appeared.
Gazing beyond it, Adora spoke.
"It's you."
'It' did not answer.
Clearly different from when it had swallowed Kankun in one gulp before.
But there was a slight disturbance.
"O Death. Devour me. Devour me and spare him."
'Death' itself asked.
Kankun had laughed as he died.
For Park Chan-woo alone.
Adora was the same.
They did not fear 'death.'
Why?
Was Park Chan-woo that crucial?
"He is the most radiant being. You can't even compare."
"Does that make you superior? Is that the only reason you cling to life?"
Craaaack!
The door's maw opened wide.
Inevitable death approached.
Adora closed her eyes.
And then.
Crack!
Death did not devour Adora.
Instead, it devoured her 'Wish.'
'Death' grimaced.
It wanted to spit it out, but what was swallowed couldn't be regurgitated.
The problem was that Adora hadn't died.
With eyes closed, she had erased her very existence.
That was 'non-existence.'
A way to evade death.
'Death' looked around.
But Adora was nowhere to be seen.
The devoured Wish was interfering.
A mere Wish, of all things.
It just had to wait here.
That had been the plan from the start.
Until the time limit expired.
Stay here and deliver death to Park Chan-woo.
There was no hope for him once he'd entered the Great Rift.
He could never overcome the negative level.
Kak!
Kaaaak!
At that moment.
Suddenly, the 'Door of Death' began to scream.
As if it had eaten something it shouldn't have.
Soon, a hand emerged from the 'door.'
The still-undigested 'Kankun's hand' seized the 'Ruler's Spear.'
And hurled it.
Crack!
The door of death slammed shut, devouring Kankun's hand once more.
But the 'Ruler's Spear' was already airborne.
The Outer God caught the flying 'Ruler's Spear.'
The Outer God hurled the spear at the Dragon God Sepiro's avatar.
Sepiro offered one of his hearts as sacrifice.
As a result.
Park Chan-woo opened his eyes.
Mana swirled around him.
Mana dwelling in Sepiro's heart.
Not one, but two completed.
Suddenly, profound enlightenment filled Park Chan-woo's mind.
Shuuuung!
The staff of the Transcender Lil.
The staff of the Six Star Seat glowed.
"...Absolute Magic."
Park Chan-woo murmured softly.
He understood.
All magic.
The truth.
Soon, around Park Chan-woo.
Numerous 'Wishes' floated up.
Absolute Magic, a concept above great magic and even Wish itself.
But 'Death' was puzzled.
Even with Dragon God Sepiro's heart, Park Chan-woo couldn't comprehend 'Absolute Magic.'
It was the Transcender Lil.
Park Chan-woo had internalized the mana flow she left behind.
Soon, Park Chan-woo uttered his final words.
"'Dream'."