Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam
Chapter 74 - 73: The Sun (5 Updates, Seeking First Subscription~)

Chapter 74: Chapter 73: The Sun (5 Updates, Seeking First Subscription~)

The flower fields were illuminated by golden light, and all impurities were cloaked in a layer of divine radiance.

The anticipated scorching heat did not arrive, yet the gardeners displayed expressions of pain greater than that of being burned; as the fireball descended, they gradually understood why their feet had suddenly stopped. Their bodies betrayed them, and when the golden glow fell upon them, they involuntarily prostrated themselves within the radiance.

What truly alarmed them was the discovery of a yearning from deep within their souls, just like the souls, twisted by pain, that were now being assembled.

As if...

They could bathe in sunlight too!

But how could this be?

They were followers of the Evil God Bajatos; they had discarded their identities, names, and all that pertained to them. They had willingly donned the gardener’s uniform, burying one tortured soul after another in soil, only because it was the way to nurture the fruits of darkness.

As long as they could spread the Evil God’s fruits to every corner of the world, returning to the earliest and darkest era, by then they and all living beings would be the same.

The God of Righteousness is dead, and the future belongs to the Heavenly Father!

This was how it was meant to be!

Yet they saw the figure bathed in golden light, the sole existence capable of walking within the radiance at this moment. Due to the overwhelming brightness, they could only discern a vague outline as the figure passed them, appearing to merge with the light or perhaps being the source of the light itself.

The rising and falling wails were long gone, and the gardeners clearly saw the Evil God’s brand on the sacrifices fading away, releasing them from this twisted corporeal existence. They also saw broken souls being pieced back together, returning to their original form.

The sacrifices did not linger; they immediately rushed towards the light.

Next was their turn; the sores on their bodies began to heal, withered pale skin took on a healthy color, and the invisible weight on their shoulders vanished. Their posture ceased to be hunched; previously obscured vision, accustomed to the dark, became clearer, allowing them to discern the changes around them.

They rose from the cold soil; some grew hair, the brand of Bajatos on their faces was smoothed by the light, or more precisely, they briefly returned to the past, no longer numb and indifferent shells, puppets in the palms of the Evil God.

An unprecedented satisfaction enveloped them, provoking the memory of hearing the chimes of the church as innocent children, back when they still yearned for the presence of the God of Righteousness, believing His grace would descend equally on everyone.

But this time was different; they were seen and heard.

The gardeners felt the call from deep within the light, mixed with many familiar voices.

So intimate, yet within reach.

They answered the call.

Impatiently.

...

When the radiance departed, only silence remained in the flower field.

Ethan unscrewed the cap of the third bottle of awakening potion, drinking it down in a gulp. He was accustomed to the slightly bitter taste of licorice and the earthy aftertaste it left. He needed to drink another bottle to alleviate the slight disorientation caused by spellcasting. Before today, he had never released this much magic power.

Besides alleviating fatigue, the awakening potion’s other benefit was keeping him calm, temporarily isolating those negative emotions.

The white flowers guided his way.

All the roots pointed towards the town square, where originally there was a fountain, but in depth level 2, it transformed into a deep pit collapsing downwards. All roots converged towards the pit like blood vessels.

Ethan, walking through the flower field, did not face attacks from the roots.

He noticed one twisted soul was missing.

It was Isean; her magical talent seemingly brought a greater curse upon her.

The pit extended into an unfathomable darkness below, where even light couldn’t penetrate, serving as the anchor point to the third level, known as the deepest level ever recorded. Any intruder would face the direct gaze of the Evil God Bajatos, their faith blocked, turning them back into ordinary people over time.

Ethan didn’t pause for a moment; he headed directly for the pit.

This time, he didn’t close his eyes, nor did he need to anymore.

He heard the calling from the depths of the pit, an indescribable, chaotic language resonating incessantly in his ears; even the awakening potion couldn’t make the sound completely disappear.

It seemed to be an existence concealed at even deeper layers, issuing an invitation, allowing him not to establish a connection with this anomalous space through the anchor point.

The book "Light Messenger Yakwell" describes the third level of the contamination zone as a place of isolation, beyond the reach of even faith.

Ethan stepped into the pit, his reflection surfacing in the darkness.

He did not fall.

It was the whole world that fell; his vision inverted, everything he could see turned upside down, and instantly it felt as though he exchanged places with the reflection in the dark. This was a world constructed by countless stems, with the sky described in the book, veiled in blood mist, above his head.

The chaotic whispers grew nearer, seemingly just beyond the blood mist.

Ethan saw a white flower standing tall like an ancient tree at the center of the flower field, all roots converging towards it.

A towering figure stood in front of the white flower, his back towards Ethan.

He wore pitch-black knight armor, with pale hair draping over the shoulder plates. His hands rested on the hilt of a massive sword, its point embedded among the roots as if absorbing energy from them.

The eye on the sword blade glanced at Ethan.

Ethan walked towards the white flower.

This was the trap meticulously crafted for the Knight Commander by the man steeped in the code of the knights before him. He stationed Isean’s fragmented soul at the first level, confident that this lost soul would inevitably guide the other side onto his path.

Indeed, it was an excellent tactic.

Ethan was also ensnared.

He noticed the absence of the soul and heard the cries echoing from deeper within.

The fire element was thrilled to the extreme at this moment.

Miss Witch mentioned that the nature of the fire element corresponded to brilliance; they favored ambitious individuals. When Ethan tried using his high school achievement of ranking in the top five of his grade to impress the elemental elves, the judges not only turned away but cast him dismissive glances.

After spending two years in this world, Ethan finally understood the splendor the elemental elves desired.

He made his decision.

If this was an abyss impenetrable to faith, then he would create a sun within it.

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