Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 533 - 247: You Must Take Responsibility for Shaming the Witch (8k)

As the Sun God, who has sat high in the heavens since the First Era, overlooking the human world.

In that cycle of restarts, each restart has also left a vivid imprint of heroes and kings in the epic of civilizations of every epoch.

This is why Shiayar can so easily travel through the Echo of History, and even if he rewrites the course of history, he will not suffer too greatly from the Corrective Force Backlash.

He was, after all, a human who existed from ancient times to the present, with his footprints at every critical moment in the history of civilization.

For Shiayar, any era in the history of civilization is his home ground, an era he once lived in. Whatever Shiayar does, as a creature of the current time, he naturally will not incur the wild backlash of the Corrective Force, as would future transmigrators interfering with the past.

But——

At this moment.

As Shiayar severs his own Origin, completely disconnecting himself from the Sun God, from King of Gold Lai Yin, and from those identities tied to each restart.

His identity, from being an ancient hero from time immemorial... truly transformed into that boy from the Ceylon Snowfields.

Born in the Fourth Epoch, rising in the Fourth Epoch, the mere decades he experienced in the Empire are Shiayar's entire life.

Faced with past history, Shiayar has become an alien stranger once again.

So——

The punishment from the Power of Historical Correction, for Shiayar rewriting the course of history time and again...now, as Shiayar severs his own origin, truly reaches its reckoning.

In the flowing river of time, Shiayar slowly closes his eyes.

Then, he listens to the increasingly close, thunderous roar named the Corrective Force, like a monstrous wave.

In the past, Shiayar could rely on his uniqueness, ignoring things like the Corrective Force and the river of time, fearing nothing.

But now, he has lost that uniqueness.

From a chosen one favored by deities, he has reverted to an ordinary human.

This is a wave of Corrective Force roaring across four epochs, stacking the full weight of the sins of Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden, Escarnia, and even Shiayar's deeds from the Age of Gods.

It is multiple times stronger than what Su Lun faced, and the Corrective Force backlash from the collapse of Escarnia's Imaginary Zone at that time.

This is why Shiayar never spoke of these things to Enola and the others.

Even when Enola, through some tacit understanding even Shiayar himself could not notice, sensed something amiss about Shiayar, he could only use the Sacred Spear to do something minor, forcibly sending Ennie back to the current historical point.

Because this is an inviolable correction by destiny that they could never resist; neither the Sacred Spear nor the Sacred Sword, nor any powerful ancient Sacred Relic would have any effect.

If Shiayar does not do this, Enola would definitely choose to forcibly stay with him... and doing so would lead her into a certain-death crisis within the tide of Corrective Force, cutting off all life opportunities.

This is no longer the affectionate company once shared in the Garden of Eden... Unlike Escarnia of that time, Shiayar has left himself no fallback this time.

"Even if you never hosted the divinity within the Stars Chalice, you are very strong."

"Perhaps, stronger than even the Sun God at his peak."

"Even though such a massive weight of Power of Historical Correction may not completely annihilate your existence."

"But—— even if you can withstand the erosion of the Corrective Force, you will be washed away by its waves, completely losing your direction."

"Shiayar Egutt."

"You will be exiled to the deepest reaches of the Astral Realm by the Corrective Force..."

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

"And this term of exile..."

"Will be forever."

Listening to those elusive words, Shiayar smiled a little.

"Yes, I understand all of it."

"But, isn't it fair?"

"Relying on this specialness that came from you all, traveling across time, I've owed so many debts of trans-temporal affection and shown off so many times before others."

"And now, I won't accept the past that brought me such gifts... How can there be such a good thing in the world."

"Since this is the case, then it is exactly the price I ought to pay."

Shiayar's gaze was serious.

"Moreover, since it's being exiled to the end of time, eternal wandering and drifting."

"Then, as long as I keep on, wandering endlessly and tirelessly, there will always be a possibility, right?"

"A tiny miracle occurring in the lost river of time, just happening to drift to that one correct direction, reaching the right exit."

"Of course, the odds of such a coincidence occurring are very, very small, no better than finding a needle in a haystack."

"But——"

"Since the probability is not zero."

"Then, in infinitely extending, eternal time... This miracle ultimately has a 100% chance of happening."

"Just like how the repeating decimal of 0.9 is essentially 1."

Shiayar smiled.

"And I just need to wait for that tiny miracle to occur, then I can return to the correct history, back to the Fourth Epoch."

"To Ennie and the others' perception of time, it would only be the blink of an eye."

"They will just think that I returned with them to the Fourth Epoch, following right behind them, and naturally won't know anything that happened here."