Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam
Chapter 119 - 118: Doomsday

Chapter 119: Chapter 118: Doomsday

Teacher Cat was furious, her body tense and trembling, and the passersby on her way back to the apartment were scared off by her intimidating demeanor.

Ethan had never seen Teacher Cat so angry before; it seemed she genuinely wanted to stew the Chief Priest of Gear City.

"A bunch of degenerate Goxia followers!"

Upon returning to the apartment, Cat jumped off his shoulder, transformed into her human (maid outfit) form, sat at the table, and slapped it with a loud "bang," snapping, "Ethan, don’t let yourself be fooled by these chaotic people in the future!"

"Of course."

Ethan noticed the Chief Priest’s familiarity with his actions, clearly not the first time he had done this. He could only sigh at how deep the waters of Gear City were; it was somewhat overwhelming for a young man from a rural town.

He also observed that the clergy in Saint Hilman Cathedral were both male and female; he wondered if any young boys in the city had fallen victim.

"Right? I also think they are a group of people who appear upright on the surface but are filthy and degenerate behind the scenes. Of course, Goxia herself is still alright."

An uninvited guest joined the conversation; his voice was extremely flippant. The young man emerged from the inner room, holding half-eaten toast, and when he met Ethan’s gaze, he pointed at Ethan like an old friend and exclaimed, "The Red Death, Scarlet Plague, mutated metropolitan scion—partner, we really made a big thing happen!"

"I don’t recall ever being partners with you."

As soon as Ethan spoke, Lindong stood up and went into a combat stance, cautiously watching the uninvited young guest. The snippet of conversation from the young man already revealed shocking information.

He casually called the name of the Goddess of Life, showing no respect for the goddess with the most followers, implying that he had seen her.

"Hm? You forget? The first phase of the Red Death listens to Kane’s speech."

The youth deliberately emphasized when mentioning "Kane," expressing his sole opinion, "If it were called Kane Plague or Kane Disease, it would suit my tastes more. But well, not everything goes your way, does it?"

Meanwhile, the fashionably dressed youth had approached Ethan and swung his left fist at him, "Come, let’s bump fists. Honestly, you remind me of an old friend."

Ethan guessed that the "old friend" Kane referred to was probably Bazatous, as the art adopted by the Reception Bureau followed the style of Bazatous.

Referring to the Evil God as an old friend, having seen the Goddess of Life...

He was speaking to another Evil God.

Ethan had recently contemplated this possibility, but as far as he knew, no Evil God’s name was associated with Kane; he took the opportunity to bump fists with Kane.

There was a tangible sensation, no abnormal energy fluctuations, just like any ordinary person’s hand.

Kane also assessed Ethan, "Is this the person chosen by the Old Gods? Now you should be uninterested in my speech."

Speaking, he turned to Lindong, "How about it, little human girl over there? Want to join me in plunging this decaying Empire into chaos?"

Lindong ignored Kane, cautiously moving to Ethan’s side. She vaguely speculated about Kane’s identity, familiar with instigating chaos and conflict, recorded in the Academy’s forbidden books as such an Evil God—a demon born from blood and slaughter before the First Era.

No one endowed It with a name; people living in the First Era called It the Blood Demon. It vanished when the first human civilization was established. Some scholars believed the Blood Demon fell during the twilight battles before the dawn of the First Era; others believed it did not disappear but hid or fell into slumber.

Now, this long-debated topic from the First Era finally had a resolution.

Lindong demanded, "What do you want?"

The current situation was unfavorable for them; Kane appeared too suddenly, and they were completely unprepared to confront an Old God.

"Me?"

Kane shook the half-eaten toast in his hand, "Right now, I’m planning to have lunch and then enjoy some other guest room services. This place is so interesting."

"Don’t worry, he’s not actually here."

Ethan said.

Through the fist bump, he obtained a lot of information. What appeared before them was likely some kind of projection, a trick by the other party, an interactive image making one believe he truly existed.

But any biological entity inherently possesses some degree of energy, even a chicken, a mouse, etc., etc. Humans generally possess energy exceeding that of small animals significantly; however, in front of him was emptiness, as if he was conversing with a figment of air.

Kane was a bit surprised, "Oh? You actually noticed; seems my tricks still have room for improvement... Indeed, simply put, nowadays, there are many constraints between the planes, and it’s not easy for the entity to traverse space, thus requiring a special existence like you."

"Anomaly Space is the hub connecting to your location."

Seizing this rare opportunity of encountering someone knowledgeable, Ethan confirmed his speculations to Kane.

Beyond the third tier of the contaminated zone, there existed deeper realms, yet for Yakwell and others with flesh bodies, that was their journey’s end. Ethan suspected even Bazatous’s followers, were they to explore further depths, required meeting certain conditions.

This was why almost all Bazatous’s followers underwent varying degrees of body modification.

"What a pity, correct again."

Kane showed a painful expression, "Such a pity I arrived a bit late; if you hadn’t been chosen, we could have plunged the whole world into war!"

With that said, he suddenly changed his tone, "Well, now that we’ve met, we’re acquainted, there’s no need for you to waste time on investigating me anymore. You should take advantage of this rare chance to incite more conflicts—remember, I am quite fond of your proposal of the Red Death, very imaginative, and I look forward to seeing more of your works."

This was the last sentence Kane left; he did not say goodbye. The midday light passed through his body, with all traces of him dissipating into the air, including the half-eaten toast he held, which was also not a real object.

Only after confirming Kane would never return did Lindong breathe a sigh of relief.

The last thing she wanted was to fight a mysterious Evil God before gathering enough information; they knew nothing about the Evil Gods.

Yet for Ethan, the brief conversation brought abundant insights.

Kane’s few words confirmed his conjectures about the Chosen Ones—Evil Gods cannot directly intervene in the human Empire due to plane restrictions isolating Their essence in the deepest part of the contaminated zones.

Thus, the old artist Bazatous requires an agent.

This agent will inherit His will, acquire the strength He bestows, with just one purpose.

To break the boundaries between the polluted area and reality.

Haphazardly, he just listened to the Chief Priest of Gear City’s explanation; almost every doctrine contained prophecies about "Doomsday."

When "Doomsday" arrives, human civilization will be extinguished.

All that remains will be eternal darkness.

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