Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 529 - 246: Even the Sea of Stars Has an End, but Ambition Knows No Bounds

"Become the master of that Throne of Heaven, a truly significant figure." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Hearing those familiar, indescribably tempting words.

Yet Shiayar's eyes remained calm.

"I have two questions."

"Who concocted the "Golden Dawn"?"

"Not the Sun God of the First Era, perhaps it was a contingency left by repeated resets later on."

"What they wish to do, in reality, is nothing more than awakening those forgotten memories that sleep within your Origin."

"Of course, due to the recent disturbance, their ceremony failed."

"However, in essence, this makes no difference."

The voice paused.

"Relying on your own power, you have still reached the Land of Origin."

"No ceremony is needed, just absorb the Stars Chalice, and the memories stored within your Origin will be awakened once again."

"And reviving alongside those memories will be the powers inherited through your many previous resets."

"These powers will become your sustenance, aiding you to ascend that Throne of Heaven."

"Do not worry about hidden hands or plots against you, you should know this is your "Origin", the root that only you can reach."

"I am you, and you are me, inseparable—"

"This is merely a gift for your future self..."

"A pure offering."

The familiar yet strange words concluded.

Shiayar was silent for a moment.

"No... difference?"

He smiled a bit.

"On one side, my girl nearly lost her life because of your matters, while you say it's for your good, a pure gift, such words."

"The Creator of the mythical era, huh?"

"Truly worthy of the lofty title of creator..."

"If that's the case, then I suppose there's no need to ask the second question."

Without a moment's hesitation or pause.

He turned around just like that.

With every step Shiayar took through the flowing time, his figure grew more illusory.

Shiayar's height was falling.

From the Land of Origin, which defined the essence of existence and outlined the inherent direction of all existence, he was slowly descending towards the real material world.

Soon, that Land of Origin, rippling with the flow of time, became exceedingly unreal.

Conversely, the real material world grew ever clearer.

In Shiayar's unregretful steps, only that familiar yet strange voice drifted farther behind him.

"It seems—"

"You have made your choice."

...

First Era, Astral Realm.

Within the "Origin", the concept of time does not exist.

Hence, no matter how much time Shiayar perceived to have passed, in the eyes of those on the Main Material Plane, only a trivial moment had elapsed.

To outsiders, Shiayar merely smiled, then gently took the dazzling Stars Chalice in his hand, drawing everyone's gaze.

In the confluence of myriad gazes, the atmosphere in The Void nearly froze solid.

All humans, legends, wizards, the fabled species fallen to mortality... even those surviving True Gods who had been quietly dormant in the Astral Realm, now cast their eyes here as well.

Every gaze's owner was silently waiting.

Perhaps some, merely wished to witness the birth of a new Throne of Heaven, the historic moment of a brand-new era being inaugurated.

But there were also the strong, waiting for the moment Shiayar would absorb the Stars Chalice, elevating his rank once more.

Shiayar was powerful, ending the mythical era single-handedly.

However, even he, after unleashing the "Divine Evasion" that buried The Age of Gods, would inevitably suffer depletion.

Once he began to absorb the Stars Chalice's power, the fleeting moment of elevation in rank, mental and power expansion, would surely reveal a brief vulnerability.

Of course, even so, opposing Shiayar would still be a near-suicidal path, his formidable strength reminding many ancient beings from the mythical era of the Creator who reigned supreme during the Glorious Era.

Choking the deities' might.

However—

Walking the end of the divine road, reaching the other side of the Throne of Heaven, it is every deity's wish.

Abandoning kin, abandoning family, abandoning mortal emotions... at the end of that long passage of time, everything once cherished, once dazzling like brilliance, has faded.

Only left is the longing for strength, for ascending to the highest.

Aside from that, there is nothing.

So, no deity would forsake such a chance, the opportunity to fulfill that sole wish.

On the other side of the Astral Realm.

The Golden Elf, dressed in black robes, opened her closed left eye once more.

In the pitch black deep space, ethereal blue flames began to leap slowly again within her crimson gold eyes.

This is "Void Magic", the greatest taboo even in The Age of Gods.

Earlier, with Hathaway's full support using the Secret Flame of the Goddess of Magic, it was with the power of "Void Magic"—

That Shiayar's "Divine Evasion", originally able to rewrite the rules in a specific small area, was overwritten onto the entire Main Material Plane.

Bringing the mythical era to its end, she could be regarded as one of the creators of this Twilight of the Gods.