Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 287 We Need More Winter

Wait a minute, I haven't made a wish yet!

Ethan remained frozen in place, only his vision and consciousness regained their flow. He saw "Winter" not only getting close to him and touching him, but also saying some strange things that he couldn't understand.

"No, you've already made a wish."

"Winter" seemed to read his mind and said decisively, "Your wish was to have a beautiful, gentle, and kind wife with white hair and red eyes. That wish has already been fulfilled."

It was achieved from the very beginning.

Besides granting wishes, as a summoned deity, she naturally had official business to attend to: "As the victor of this duel, the winner can strip the loser of everything."

Her gaze passed over Ethan and landed on the still liquid gold, where the King of Gold was located. After his power and blessings were taken away, he returned to the status of an ordinary person, and his fate was sealed the moment he fell into the pool of gold as an ordinary person.

"His power, and all the planes he rules, will become your spoils."

"Winter" unilaterally declared the outcome of the duel. The Golden King's body was melting away, but the stagnant time froze him at the moment of his impending death. His regained consciousness kept repeating the process of his body and even his soul melting away.

He made countless living beings experience this process.

The artifacts of the Golden Kingdom, along with the spoils from different dimensions, are now up for the Golden King himself.

It seems the King of Gold still has a lot to say.

The fragmented consciousness struggled in the golden pool, perhaps wanting to question the goddess's reasons for doing so. In his view, everything he did was to maintain the stability of the plane and to prevent anyone from inheriting Merlin's legacy and repeating the same mistakes. There was no more loyal believer in the world than him, yet the goddess treated him this way.

Even after losing his sight, his empty eye sockets remained fixed on the altar, as if his soul was about to be extinguished, he still hoped for an explanation.

"Maintaining the trajectory of the plane is to wait for someone to arrive."

In the darkness, the King of Gold seemed to hear these whispers: "My wish has been fulfilled."

After that, there was utter darkness and loneliness.

The raised right hand tries to grasp something, but before the arm can reach the pool of gold, nothing remains. Born from a soul yearning for wealth, it ultimately becomes part of the gold.

Ethan stood at the edge of the steps. The scalding temperature had subsided, the bubbling bubbles had calmed down, and the pool that had once been filled with gold was now empty.

He knew that Song Xian had disappeared.

This temple, built by the Golden King, constantly traversed the chaotic currents of time in order to welcome the goddess's arrival. He successfully awakened the goddess, allowing her "gaze" to briefly descend upon her for this fleeting moment.

As a schemer, the King of Gold had already achieved his plan, but his misunderstanding of the goddess led to his downfall.

On the other hand, Ethan also directly felt the insurmountable gap between the goddess and the King of Gold.

It wasn't a battle. The goddess simply reclaimed a portion of the power belonging to the King of Gold, and the omnipresent liquid gold instantly became his enemy.

If he had to say anything more, given the circumstances, he could probably only utter a victory declaration like, "I'll probably never forget you for the rest of my life."

But Ethan's doubts remained unanswered. The moment time began to flow again, the goddess vanished without a trace before his eyes, as if everything that had happened during that frozen time was just an illusion.

Except... her lips were a little wet, with traces of being licked.

He cannot stay here for too long.

Otherwise, it would trigger unpredictable changes, but they would meet again sooner or later, when He remembers this world and everything else. He has been waiting for a long time, and a little more time won't make a difference.

Although he was suspected of being a riddle-maker, Ethan knew that what He said was true when time began to flow again.

The space around the altar was distorted, as if it were composed of several unrelated timelines superimposed together. If He were to stay in this world for even a moment longer, everything around Him would collapse due to His energy. In fact, both Old Ann and Old Ba had mentioned this point.

They cannot reveal themselves in their true form, otherwise they would drive those who face them to madness. They also cannot descend into this world, otherwise they would cause unpredictable destruction.

Thus, the first Chosen Ones emerged among humanity, ushering in the "Theatrical Era" manipulated by the Old Gods.

Now, Ethan has a different perspective.

Perhaps the concept of "god" was restricted from the very beginning of this world's creation, or perhaps it was still a work in progress, with the existence of the old gods representing the unfinished blanks.

The King of Gold was named Song Xian, a tomb raider and one of the original pioneering teams.

This is the information he gleaned from those fragmented memories.

He was hired by the casino's behind-the-scenes boss and sent here.

Ethan sensed a conspiracy, because "casino owner" was not a common identity in the real world. After all, in his area, running a casino was a serious crime. From Song Xian's memories, it was also proven that he was also guilty of "loan sharking" and "organized crime".

Ethan rested his right hand on his forehead, but no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't recall the blank memory before he "traveled" through time.

For example, why was he in the refugee caravan heading to Riverwood?

And why would the goddess recognize him?
Ethan didn't consider himself a big shot in the past, so it was hard for him to know someone of this level. The only explanation was that "Winter" also came from the same place as him, and that his situation was different from that of pioneers like Song Xian. To put it more simply, Ethan felt that "Winter's" powers were more like those of a GM.

That was a description that was infinitely close to people's idea of ​​"omnipotence." She could grant anyone power, turning them from an unknown nobody into a tyrant who ruled several planes. She could also take back these blessings at any time, sending those people from heaven to hell.

So, for elemental sorcerers, Frostbolt and Fireball...

"Don't underestimate yourself."

A cold voice interrupted Ethan's thoughts. A more dazzling figure had appeared in the golden pool at some point. The fire elemental, who was usually ruthless and taciturn, had unusually taken the initiative to appear in front of him, seemingly with a subtle feeling of disappointment.

"Your power does not come from Him."

The majestic voice said, its tone practically screaming "Stop being so effeminate," adding, "But compared to Him, you are not yet complete."

"Not complete enough?"

"If you are incomplete, make yourself complete; take back what you have lost with your own hands."

After leaving these words, the fire elemental, true to its elusive nature, vanished without a trace, transforming into scattered specks of light.

"He means that you have a lot of room for improvement."

Ice Element patted him on the shoulder. Looking at that familiar face, Ethan felt like he was going crazy. There were already three Winters, all with the same appearance, only with slight differences in personality.

Teacher Lin Dong has the most cheerful personality, like a cat that likes to hiss and play pranks, and is also the most clingy.

The Ice Element seems to have antisocial personality disorder, deeply influenced by Buffett's style.

The future Winter is the most mysterious, a typical riddle-maker.

Ethan couldn't help but wonder if, as his understanding of this world deepened, more Winters would appear in the future? If another Winter came, they could make a whole table for a mahjong game.

"Although He is very strong, from another perspective, He has no room for further growth."

Unlike the fire element, the ice element rarely showed its caring older sister side, comforting its junior who "didn't do well on the monthly exam".

Ethan admitted that when he didn't do well on his high school exams, he did fantasize about having such a gentle senior.

But that's just a fantasy that exists only in the youthful days of every passionate teenager.

"Didn't you already know the direction of the investigation?"

The senior student winked at him. "That 'graduate' who talked to Song Xian... But come to think of it, if Song Xian is a tomb raider caught red-handed, would the person who came here with him really just be an ordinary recent graduate?"

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The large room had been quiet for a long time.

After the golden light emanating from the shrine went out, no one uttered a single word.

They all knew what this meant.

The people in the room had different expressions, some solemn, some indifferent, like the red-haired girl sitting at the end of the table, intently applying nail polish. Each nail polish was crystal clear, and after completing the last step, she satisfiedly flipped her palm in front of her.

"You must have something to explain to us, Scarlet?"

Finally, someone broke the silence.

"what?"

The red-haired girl with pigtails looked up, her face completely innocent. "What's wrong? Did I do something bad again?"

This innocent expression made many people frown even more.

"They all have one thing in common: they all met with you before they set off."

Their fates were exactly the same.

Not long after that, Merlin defected from the guild and stole an artifact that was extremely important to the guild. The Golden King did the same. After meeting the seemingly harmless girl in front of him, he embarked on a journey without hesitation.

But in reality, this doesn't fit Song Xian's personality.

He was a coward, or to put it more sensibly, a cautious person. He disliked evenly matched battles, and if war had to break out, he only hoped for a one-sided massacre. Yet this time, without knowing the full story, he ventured alone into that dimension.

The outcome was not as surprising as it seemed; Song Xian did indeed die, and the shrine that belonged to the King of Gold was extinguished forever.

In fact, some of them already had a vague premonition.

"Eh? You mean I'm the one who killed them?"

The girl seemed startled by the sudden accusation. "How could that be? I was just seeing him off as a friend before he left. It's you guys who usually look down on him, but now you're pretending to be his good friends."

At this point, the girl turned on him, asking, "Are you really his friends?"

……

The conversation reached a stalemate.

Whether the woman is feigning innocence or genuinely unaware of the situation, they cannot take coercive measures until she commits an act that clearly violates the guild's interests.

"I'd like to know exactly what you talked about?"

"Food, clothes, and a dragon egg I recently found."

The red-haired girl paused, glancing casually at the part covered in nail polish. "It was just casual conversation between friends."

"No matter who killed him, we must nip the threat in the bud."

Someone else said.

"It's not necessary."

The red-haired girl said without looking up, "Even if we do nothing, he will come looking for us."

"you know?"

"My guess."

..............................

"What on earth happened?"

Cynthia's shout stunned Vivian, who was standing next to her.

What did she just hear?
The goddess of the hunt actually swore!

The goddess, who was once so high and mighty, now seemed very excited, her breathing heavy and her chest rising and falling. In fact, Vivian felt the same way, a feeling so wonderful that it was hard to describe in words.

Even though only a second or two had passed, it felt like a long gap had formed in her consciousness. When she came to her senses, the first thing she did was gasp for breath. She had been holding her breath for a long time, which caused her heart rate to increase.

Where is the cat?

Cynthia asked again.

She thought she had just seen a cat, a beautiful white kitten, whose meows sounded soft and gentle.

"Go home."

Ethan said.

"Going home?"

"But the cat said she has prepared a gift for you."

The nonsensical conversation only confused Cynthia more, but she still spotted the "gift" the cat had left for her at a glance. It was so conspicuous, a space twisted into a jumbled mess, with glimpses of the other side of the scene within. It looked somewhat familiar, but was difficult to discern due to the distortion.

How should I open this gift?

"walk into."

……

Cynthia didn't respond immediately; her heart was racing, and she seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what the gift contained.

"Go."

Ethan reminded her.

Cynthia held her breath and took her first step forward.

Her steps became incredibly heavy, each lift requiring immense effort.

She didn't know how much time she had spent covering those few meters, but in this time that had already been turned upside down, it was the least important thing.

She eventually stepped into that distorted space.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the scents of grass and earth, along with the soft murmur of flowing water, all blending together with the sound of the wind.

What kind of gift is this?
Cynthia bit her lip.

There was no great treasure at all, only a small pond.

There was also an old man by the pond, sitting on a rock fishing.

(End of this chapter)