Otaku Witch-Chapter 351 - 317. End Spear Bearing Hope
"Huh???"
The Frost Snow Lady stood dumbfounded, momentarily doubting if her ears were deceiving her.
Just stand there and wait? Two minutes? Did this mean that Lord Clown only needed two minutes to break the Forbidden Curse of another world?
But how could that be possible?
The Princess of the Wild Hunt found this hard to believe. She looked at the Phantom King across from her as if he were a madman.
Frost Snow Lady considered her own talents decent, just barely refreshing the records of the Wild Hunt Clan, a future Peak guaranteed, Sage quite foreseeable.
But now, if you handed her a detailed tutorial with a guided curriculum on learning the Forbidden Curse, she would need at least three months to grasp the basics, about half a year to be battle-ready, and then several decades to reach Great Achievement proficiency, as for achieving Saint proficiency or even the instantaneous casting, that all depended on luck.
To learn a Forbidden Curse from another world from scratch within two minutes and even master it to the level of teaching it to others was something she wouldn’t dare to dream of being possible.
For a moment, she felt that the Grand Inquisitor opposite must be joking with her.
However, before she could voice her doubts, the Phantom King, who had been seriously studying the slate, looked up.
"Miscellaneous Cultivation, good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
The golden Phantom, still stubbornly standing on the lamppost, spoke.
"The bad news."
Frost Snow Lady responded.
She always made it a habit to prepare for the worst.
"The bad news is that you’ll need to pay more."
Dorothy made a money-tightening gesture again.
"Why? Is there a problem with the analysis?"
The expression beneath Frost Snow Lady’s mask changed as she hurriedly inquired.
"Don’t panic, there’s no problem. The reason for the additional cost is because of the good news. You’re in luck, the spell recorded here is not a Ten-Ring but an Eleven-Ring Forbidden Curse,"
Dorothy waved her hand to calm her down and then spoke with a hint of surprise.
It seems the world that created this slate must be at least a silver world. After all, a world capable of producing an Eleven-Ring Forbidden Curse wouldn’t be weak. It’s just unfortunate that it was struck by a witch.
Oh, but that’s not entirely true. Although the witch destroyed that world, from the information Dorothy just read from the slate, this world was already in the Doomsday Era.
Moreover, it wasn’t the calm doomsday of the Moon Rabbit World; this world’s dying consciousness, in a bid to reclaim its power for self-preservation, initiated a massive purification of species.
The kind of doomsday where the powers once bestowed by the world to all beings were now being harshly reclaimed.
The Forbidden Curse recorded on this slate was created in such a doomsday scenario, as the eternal release offered by all beings to the now-mad Mother of the World.
Its name was—the Doomsday Requiem Spear, offered to this mad world for eternal silence.
It was a true Curse Forbidden Across Worlds, and its effect, just like its name suggests, was specifically for killing the world consciousness, destroying the world.
In the scenes preserved on this slate, Dorothy saw a beautiful and peaceful world gradually approaching its doom.
The benevolent Mother of All Beings shared her Divine Power selflessly with all creatures, allowing the world to develop rapidly, becoming strong and beautiful.
Unfortunately, the mother’s indulgence made her children too comfortable. The beings became complacent, insatiable, numb, with hedonism prevailing everywhere, and all creatures unrestrainedly squandering the Mother’s power.
But the power of a single world has its limits. When this power was excessively depleted, the lifespan of the world too prematurely met its end.
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Therefore, under the threat of death, the world became as crazy as it had once been loving.
The first to suffer was the eldest child of the world, the Divine Tree that upheld the heavens and the earth.
When the world no longer supplied the nutrients needed for the tree’s growth but began to instead siphon Strength from it, the fate of this ancient Divine Tree was sealed.
Deprived of sustenance, the increasingly weakening Divine Tree could no longer support the heavens and the earth. Despite its desperate efforts, it ultimately snapped.
Thus, the first Calamity descended, and on that day, the sky fell, and ninety percent of all beings were annihilated on the spot.
Fortunately, although the Divine Tree had snapped, its corpse still completely jammed the falling sky, propping up a gap between the seamlessly fitting heavens and earth, allowing the remaining beings a chance to breathe.
But then the second Calamity struck, with endless floodwaters sweeping in, threatening to drown everything.
It was again the corpse of the Divine Tree that sheltered the beings, as the creatures took refuge within the roots of the Divine Tree that extended deep into the earth and barely managed to survive.
Following were the third Calamity of famine, the fourth Calamity of plague, the fifth Calamity of war…
The Calamities came one after the other, but the remaining beings grew increasingly resilient. Gone were their earlier decadence and indulgence. The children, who had grown up pampered, now became stronger under the trials of these Calamities.
Eventually, Rebels arose, forging the shattered trunk of the Divine Tree into a spear. On the body of the spear, they engraved their guilt and repentance toward the Mother of the World, reflecting on their past actions and apologies, and also expressing their desire to survive at all costs, even if it meant bearing the sin of slaying their Mother Goddess. Find more chapters on novelbuddy
That day, the beings languishing under the Calamities donned their former finery and gathered together dressed to the nines under the End Spear, and then together they chanted the Soulcalming Song that the Mother of the World had once taught them to sing when parting from loved ones.
"Eternal peace to our kind, merciless, beloved, accursed Mother," they sang.
So, amid the mournful singing, the Necromantic Spear rose from the ground, pierced the sky, and slew the World Consciousness that dwelled above the heavens.
However, these children bearing the sin of matricide likely never knew that their Mother Goddess ultimately dispersed with a smile.
Dorothy saw from this stone slab the last magnificent scene above the sky.
It was a gentle-faced Goddess by the Milky Way, primping and preparing herself. Facing the Godslaying Spear that broke through the netherworld into the sky, she did not resist but calmly adjusted her attire and then composedly embraced her death.
The long spear pierced the woman’s chest, the gold of Divine Blood soaked the Godslaying Spear, and in the hands of the Mother Goddess, a stone slab quietly slid and fell into the netherworld.
The stone slab bore the Mother Goddess’s final will.
Calamities forge hearts; Divine Blood sharpens blades. May there be no obstacles before my children henceforth.
Indeed, the power to slay the world isn’t so easily obtained. Without the sacrifice of Divine Blood, a spear forged from a mere dead branch could not create a miracle.
Only the death and blessing of true Deities could allow this spear to truly exhibit its edge, conceived as a sacrifice of an entire world and bearing the last hope, the Doomsday Requiem Spear.
And this was the last act a dying mother could do for her beloved children.
With her death, she forged the End Spear that slays all, believing that with such power, those children who had grown up would surely find a new way forward across this vast universe, treading upon her corpse.
This was the final heartfelt cry of that mother on the stone slab.
Moved by this, Dorothy decided she must sell these precious sentiments for a higher price.
Well, this could be considered as a form of vengeance for the Mother Goddess, considering that the stone slab had fallen into the hands of the Princess of the Wild Hunt, one could easily guess that the fate of those unfortunate Rebel children was sealed.
They had survived countless Calamities set by their own mother, but just as they were gearing up to make a mark, they collided head-on with a true cosmic Calamity.
What could they do when cursed by a witch?
Just chill.
So, this truly was the final protection a mother left for her dearest children, a force of termination nurtured by a world’s last strength.
How precious, add money, it must cost more.
... Homebody Witch raising the price...
