Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 491 Where Snow Falls (Thanks to the guild leader Yu Yuan Chu Yu!)
Overall, Ethan's rescue is progressing very smoothly.

However, he soon realized that it was too early to judge the outcome, and the main problem lay with Bazalian.

This goddess is a bit shady; she likes to eat while talking. After the massive rescue operation was over, Ethan discovered that all the snow cherries on the giant ice crystal tree had been picked and eaten by Bazalian, who seemed to still be enjoying them.

"Is this okay?"

After learning of Ethan's intention to climb the tree, Bazarian pondered for a long time and then conjured several round, bright red fruits that looked like beating hearts and even had eyes. "The purity of these fruits is much higher than the ones given to the commoners. Why don't you take these back to report?"

She always repays kindness with kindness and avenges wrongs. Ethan had just helped her and prevented her from becoming the most embarrassing goddess of the century, so she naturally had to find a way to repay him.

To make Ethan understand the power of these fruits, Bazalian added, "If Marshall had swallowed these fruits, your little tricks wouldn't have worked."

If the energy contained in these fruits can be successfully absorbed and the metamorphosis can be completed smoothly, the metamorphoser can destroy the entire upper city with just a thought.

Sensing Ethan's skeptical gaze, Bazalian realized something and said, "Of course, this applies to ordinary people. If your little girlfriend ate these fruits, she would instantly be full of energy and could stay awake for several days in a row."

"Alright, you'd better not get involved in this."

Ethan waved his hand. "You go back first."

Does he want the cold winter to stay up for several nights in a row?

What he wanted was for the cold winter to expend energy normally during the day, and then return to the hotel at night and fall asleep immediately, just like him, with a regular schedule and sleep soundly until dawn!

He is now very close to success.

The wind was particularly biting this month. Ethan walked down the icy steps and sat alone in the cold wind for more than ten minutes.

It's a small matter that Bazalian stole and ate the snow cherries; the real problem is that if Winter finds out that she spent almost an hour alone with Bazalian in the treetop while she was asleep, things will be very difficult to handle.

Where are the little yellow potatoes?!

"Bam—!"

At Ethan's command, the blonde girl's head popped out of the ground, and he immediately ordered, "Go, get some fried rice and barbecue."

Just like the indomitable acting warden, Ethan did not give up hope even when he was about to die.

He hoped that his tireless efforts to disturb Winter's sleep over the past few hours hadn't been in vain. She was still half asleep and didn't remember anything she had said before. To ensure that Winter was in a state of amnesia, after assigning a task to the Earth Elemental, he turned to the Ice Elemental behind him, which had sprung up into a giant ice crystal tree. His eyes narrowed, and he looked like a red-haired man in the midst of the Marineford War. "Sister Ice, give my old man a break."

The towering ice crystal tree that stretched straight to the sky vanished in an instant, turning into a flurry of snowflakes that drifted to every corner of the Oasis City.

This is a city that almost never sees snow. Under the moonlight, the city's residents, especially young people and children, took to the streets. They stretched out their hands with delight, cupping the snowflakes scattered in their palms, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Marshall failed."

In front of a house in the lower district, a young man who was over two meters tall and as fat as a mountain of flesh piled up in front of the door rushed out with the joy of a city child, eagerly catching snowflakes with his hands. "Boss, it's snowing! Come out and see the snow!"

"He did not fail."

Larry, carrying a wine jug, had no intention of going out. He simply looked out the window at the snow that was falling on Oasis City. Moonlight streamed into the cabin, and a thin layer of frost formed on the window. The smile on his face was no longer crazy and ferocious, as if the sudden snowfall had calmed his mood, and he even had a hint of envy.

Larry took a swig of his drink.

After a long silence, he exhaled a breath of alcohol and said, "Marshall has achieved his wish."

What could be a happier ending in this world?
Meanwhile, Mary arrived at the vanished prison, where the guards had already begun a manhunt for the prisoners who had escaped in the chaos. The first one they caught was a round-faced orange cat. Although it sounded far-fetched, more than one prisoner reported that the orange cat was the former mayor, Hafiz, in disguise.

Surprisingly, none of the prisoners who were considered troublesome by the prison guards escaped. Instead, they used their bodies to form a human wall, blocking wave after wave of prisoners who tried to break out.

They were also present at the scene, amidst the torrent of rotting flesh, and thus witnessed the acting warden's decision firsthand.

Having witnessed the demonic sword being thrown into the night sky, it ultimately transformed into scattered white light along with Marshall, disappearing without a trace.

This snowfall seemed to be the result of that final "sword-forging ceremony".

This new warden is quite a character.

They explained to the puzzled Hellguards.

"Reporting to Lady Mary!"

A prison guard jogged up to Mary, his black hair whitened by snowflakes. He reported to her, almost shouting, "The warden fought to the very last moment!"

Immediately afterwards, the round-faced orange cat, which was still hunched over and hissing and scratching, was lifted up in front of Mary by a prison guard wearing animal training gloves. The moment it met Mary's eyes, its fierce gaze suddenly cleared, the round-faced orange cat's mouth twisted, it retracted its claws, and its tail was tucked between its legs.

"Long time no see, Mayor Hakimi."

Mary took the orange cat and vigorously rubbed its head until its fur stood on end. "You really have turned into Hakimi."

Her gaze passed over the round-faced orange cat and landed on the empty plot of land. The former prison was gone without a single brick or tile. This was the first challenge to order launched by Larry's henchmen.

The battle continues, and in addition to the mountains of paperwork in the city hall, she has an extra task—to find a place to house these "homeless" prisoners.

"Many of the prisoners were falsely accused and imprisoned during the tenure of the previous mayor."

Lyon also led his security team to the scene. "Ms. Mary, I think this is a good opportunity. The prison has been destroyed, and there is no place in the upper city to accommodate so many people. Why not use this opportunity to clear their names?"

He paused, then handed over the materials he had prepared beforehand. "These are the files I've been organizing these past few days."

Mary suddenly felt a little dazed.

She noticed a familiar figure passing through a nearby alley and heading along the river, but when she tried to confirm, the figure had already disappeared into the darkness of the night.

“Ethan, Moriko, Moriko…”

As Bazarian murmured the name, she suddenly stopped in front of a frozen puddle, in which her blurry silhouette was reflected.

After a thousand years, she was given a chance to be resurrected.

She wants to destroy this pathetic world that "another self" is desperately trying to protect.

These were her words when she confessed to a priest in the holy city, because at that time she saw a country that was outwardly glamorous but inwardly corrupt.

Destruction, revenge.

This also aligns with people's worldview regarding "Doomsday".

Ultimately, it was just to find something for her to do during her long life after her resurrection.

Otherwise, where would her path lead?
Bazalian curled the corners of her lips, regaining her usual elegant and composed demeanor. A touch of scarlet energy fell into the puddle, but this time, what sprouted from the puddle was not a wriggling fleshy bud, but a red flower.

On this long night, the little yellow potato lived up to expectations.

When she returned, the barbecue and fried rice were still warm.

Ethan, carrying the bag of lunchboxes, suddenly realized that with his earth elemental skills, he could probably make money delivering food and packages even if he couldn't find a job in the future.

He placed the packaging bag on the chair and then took the soft, white ball curled up on the bench and placed it on his lap.

Sensing Ethan's presence, the white ragdoll cat opened its eyes a crack.

"Honey, it's snowing. Come see the snow."

He opened the lunchbox for Winter, letting the aroma of barbecue envelop them. Moonlight and snowflakes fell on them, and the vast Oasis City seemed to consist only of the two of them.

Watching the snowflakes fall while enjoying a steaming late-night snack, the romantic atmosphere is enough to make one forget many things. This is Ethan's plan.

It has been proven that people can unleash amazing wisdom when driven by the will to survive.

The snow that fell on Oasis City existed just for this moment.

The ragdoll cat's eyes were initially somewhat blank, then under his gaze, it turned into white light and transformed back into the white-haired, red-eyed girl, her red eyes gazing affectionately at Ethan.

Her lips moved, and in such a romantic atmosphere, she uttered words as cold as winter: "Where are the fruits I asked you to pick?"

For a moment, Ethan experienced what it felt like to have his heart stop.

Yes, it was precisely because he saw through the frail physical nature of elemental sculptors that he came up with today's "enduring cat" plan.

However, everything has two sides.

His frail body was exchanged for superhuman intelligence, which was mainly reflected in his reaction speed, memory, and comprehension.

this means……

His wife is impossible to fool!

Even when I've just woken up, it's the same!
Winter glanced at the vanished giant ice tree behind her and instantly understood the origin of the heavy snow, especially with Ethan's extremely guilty look in his eyes...

She raised her right hand and pinched a falling snowflake. The snowflake transformed into a crystal-clear fruit the moment it touched her fingertips. The fruit emitted a sweet fragrance. Under Ethan's horrified gaze, Winter put the fruit into his mouth.

Then, she leaned on Ethan's shoulder, pressing her entire weight against him, and picked up a skewer of barbecue, chewing it with relish.

"Okay, let's see the snow."

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

The following morning, at the police station.

"Today, we gather here with heavy hearts—and a touch of sympathy for his bad luck—to remember our beloved Acting Warden, Mr. Salman."

"Mr. Salliman's life was one of dedication, courage, and an epic of unwavering struggle against fate at the bridge table. He devoted most of his passion to two things: maintaining order in the prison and challenging the limits of probability."

"He was a true knight of the poker table, a warrior who never gave up. Every time night fell and the cards were picked up, you could always see a flame of hope and destiny burning in Mr. Salman's eyes. He firmly believed that the next call would be the moment when the goddess of fortune would finally smile upon him."

……

As the first rays of sunlight fell upon Oasis City, the new officials, including Mary, attended the memorial service.

The memorial service was presided over by the oldest prison guard at Oasis City Prison, who had witnessed the city's transformation.

Although the old prison guard tried to lighten the atmosphere of the memorial service with a humorous eulogy, the jokes about his terrible card skills only made them more nostalgic.

"I shouldn't have stopped him from playing cards."

Salman's wife, sitting in the front row, was in tears. She was a healthy and robust woman with a wheatish complexion.

Salman's friends also deeply regretted their actions.

"We shouldn't have won so much of his money."

They even called him "Big Fat Sheep" behind his back.

"I wish I could play bridge with him again... This time I'd definitely let him win!"

……

I can't get in, I absolutely can't get in!
Sallyman, hiding in the corridor of the police station, was sweating profusely.

This was the first time in his life that he had attended his own memorial service, and he didn't know how he should enter.

When he performed his final "sacrifice" yesterday, he thought he was going to die, and his consciousness did indeed go blank for a long time. But when he woke up again, he found himself in front of the inn in the lower city, where he even saw the remains left by the previous monster.

There was a seven-eyed woman, a girl with pigtails, and a large, round bird in the room.

According to them, the monster that appeared out of nowhere tried to attack them, and they were simply acting in self-defense.

These three individuals are definitely not ordinary people.

Salman knew he should return to the Upper Town prison immediately to tell Ms. Mary what he had discovered, but as he turned to leave, the twin-tailed girl extended a devilish invitation to him.

A temptation that is impossible to refuse and impossible to resist.

"I'm so bored. We're one short for bridge. Do you know how to play?"

Salman must emphasize that it was his body that responded against his will.

"Ha! Nobody in this city dares to say they're better at cards than me!"

He wanted to refuse, but clearly, his mouth betrayed him.

To make matters worse, by the time Salman came to his senses, it was already daylight outside the hotel. The reason for quitting the game was simple—he had once again lost all his chips. Fortunately, it was just a game and didn't involve any real money. The two men and the bird in the room seemed to be just bored; they didn't look short of money at all.

When Salman dragged his weary body back to the police station, this was the scene that greeted him.

He couldn't let the memorial service continue, so he reluctantly pushed open the door.

The first to notice him was the old prison guard, who was reciting a deeply moving eulogy:

“I’ve known Salliman for over a decade. Back then, he was just an enthusiastic young man who had just been transferred here to work. He… he’s come back to life!”

Salman's entrance greatly shocked the old man, who was so startled that he sat down on the floor.

Calm down, Salman, calm down!
Salman told himself that a joke might be enough to ease the awkwardness for everyone in this situation.

He looked at his wife—the person he loved most in the world.

The latter was also staring at him in disbelief.

Salman flashed what he thought was a witty smile and teased, "Honey, you'd better keep your promise and not stop me from playing cards anymore..."

"Playing cards, still playing cards! All you ever do is play cards!"

However, his wife's response surprised Salman. Her muscular body sprang up from the front row, and with tears in her eyes, she rushed over, waving her fists, shouting, "Did you go off to play cards?!"

……

The hero Salman was driven out of the police station by his wife, leaving people looking at each other in bewilderment.

This was an outcome no one had anticipated.

An awkward atmosphere continued to spread.

Mary went up on stage, prompted by Ethan's glance.

"Since everyone is gathered here today, please listen to what I have to say."

She straightened her expression and said, "I'm sure you all know what happened in the prison last night. In order to prevent the same tragedy from happening again, I have decided to establish a temporary organization to fight against these people—the Abnormal Scene Control Action Team!"

(End of this chapter)