I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"boom--!!!!"

In an instant, an unparalleled and vast golden divine power erupted. In the midst of the violent impact, an extremely terrifying torrent burst forth, swirling and flowing out, creating an incomparably horrifying scene.

Time was torn to shreds like paper! Space shattered and collapsed!

Matter, energy, cause and effect, destiny, order... everything that is known and imaginable, and everything that is unknown and unimaginable, all meet their demise under the golden tide!

On this day of wrath, at the end of all things, all things in heaven and earth will be burned to ashes!

Just when Lynn was about to be severely injured and Othinus was about to be annihilated, and everyone else except the witch was about to turn into ashes and be blown away, a strange power descended upon Lynn.

However, the superhuman Qi Mu and the bald man had already perished in the aftermath, leaving only the demon god and Lynn alive.

The gap was simply too large. Lynn, who was only half a step into the multiverse with limited combat power, was completely unable to fight against someone as flawless and incredibly stable as the other.

But now an unexpected external force has arrived, interrupting this scene of defeat, and Razer raised an eyebrow as usual.

The Witch of Miracles, who had been observing the battle from beginning to end without intervening, felt this strange power, and her weathered eyes became even more profound and cold.

"Honestly, I clearly didn't want to get involved. I wanted to see this drama come to an end."

From the nothingness where all things cease to exist, a distressed and vexed voice echoed.

But to Razer, the voice seemed to be all around him at the same time, seemingly without origin or source, omnipresent yet untraceable.

But at the same moment, a familiar voice from Reiji interrupted the force that was about to transfer Lynn away.

"Crack!"

Unimaginable fluctuations in tangible data have arrived, turning everything into a normal and realistic process.

The power within Lynn was instantly dispelled, and he was then blasted to the end of time by the golden destructive light that was powerful enough to pierce through the multiverse.

With a cold look in his eyes, he glanced around, chuckled, and then, after a brief moment of amusement at the witch, raised his holy lance and stepped across the so-called distance to continue his playful interaction with the golden superman.

The avatar of Lei Zhe, who remained in place, had a deep and indifferent gaze. He looked up at the sky and uttered an impatient and cold female voice.

"Fizelinu!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In this unknown, higher-dimensional realm, all that meets the eye is a ceiling that seems to stretch endlessly.

The atmosphere here was very quiet, with only the soft sound of pages being turned. The person inside was wearing a black dress with a white coat draped over it, and had dark purple hair as black as ink that flowed down her back like silk.

Her hands, as smooth and white as jade, quietly turned the next page, making her look like a quiet and elegant young lady from a secluded family.

The woman sitting at the desk had long, deep purple hair that would touch the ground if it were to hang down, so she parted the back of her hair into two sections and let them hang down from her shoulders.

On his shoulder hung what appeared to be a green scarf, with a dignified-looking medal pinned to it.

The most striking feature of women is the curved horns on their heads, which look like the horns of a bull.

The horseshoe-shaped object that appears above the other person's head is a memory aid, recording information about her name, appearance, personality, and other characteristics.

Without this, one would grow old in vain, unable even to maintain one's own personality.

The woman, or rather the elegant witch, is named Fizelinu Augustus Aurora.

In the distant past, she was a priestess who was a goddess. In the distant future, because of the footprints, stories, and legends she left in many worlds, she is also known as the legendary Golden Witch.

Because of her repeated journeys between life and death, she finally reached an unimaginable level of superiority.

She was once a legendary witch, but legend, glory, and even memories have all vanished into the vast past and been forgotten by the world.

Only the imposing medal on his chest, and the memories associated with it, remain.

The surrounding mahogany bookshelves are filled with neatly arranged black-covered books, as well as many books with high-end and exquisite decorations. The special patterns on the covers give them a mysterious feel.

If you could open it, the stacked pages would number in the hundreds, offering every reader a different and magnificent world.

Moreover, it will allow readers to visualize the entire story, as if they were personally entering the story.

This is the Supreme Witch's library, with countless bookshelves filled with books that seem to stretch endlessly.

Each story forms a page, and the pages are compiled into a book, representing a macrocosm and a wondrous otherworldly dimension.

Part of it was created by the witch Fizelinu, and the other part was a storybook that Fizelinu captured and gathered from countless multiverse worlds.

Just like the witch's constant talk of boredom, because she has lived so long that she has been forgotten, the poison called boredom always attacks her.

Suffering from a disease called boredom, he could only relieve this pain by watching TV dramas.

However, if one is alone, even the remedy of stories cannot be drunk by oneself, so one needs a shrine maiden, or some medium within a story, to help alleviate the pain.

The so-called protagonist was born from countless beings in Fizelinu, who created different primordial origins and different immeasurable worlds.

Once the witch has finished tasting the book or is tired of it, she will become a hands-off manager and casually place the book on the bookshelf.

Just take it when you feel like savoring it again, observe it with countless possibilities, like watching the finest story, to cure your boredom.

For her, who exists in a higher dimension, time is meaningless.

If the worldview in a book is grand enough, the book itself will be even thicker and heavier. This time, I discovered a very interesting existence when I saw the 'novel' chat group.

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! Updates have been late this month because the author was undergoing nucleic acid testing. When will it end and things return to normal? My stockpile of chapters is almost gone...sigh...

Chapter Two: The Theater-Watching Witch Fizelinu, A Similar Ring

"Fizelinu—!"

Upon hearing the clearly resentful and gloomy voice emanating from the storybook, Fizelinu's calm and uninteresting expression immediately turned one of surprise and amusement.

The sound reached the library in this higher dimension and immediately caused an anomaly. The bookshelf closest to Fizelinu collapsed without warning with a loud bang.

These bookshelves, which even the Big Bang, which shook countless multiverses, could not budge, have now collapsed, with books scattered and disordered all over the floor.

This caused a violent upheaval in the world within the book, especially in books with damaged pages, where the world itself suffered a catastrophic disaster.

But the witch Fizelinu only glanced at it and then ignored it, because she found it boring and the situation in front of her interesting. Why did she need to choose which one to care about?

The familiar voice reached Fizelinu's ears, and a joyful smile spread across her delicate face.

Looking at the scenes depicted in the book, a man transformed into a brute was brutally beating a gentle and loving goddess. This explosive scene made Fizelinu extremely excited.

But the sound was even more delightful when it was emitted. Suddenly, a beautiful pinkish-purple light flashed in the book in front of them, and a circle formed by a data stream appeared in front of the page.

"Hey-"

Two small, pink and white hands gripped the sides of the book pages, and then, using the leverage, they climbed out of the book.

Having completely left the book, little Neptune stretched his body, then grinned and tilted his head back, looking at the smiling Fizelinu with a very unpleasant and unfriendly expression, and said:

"You're going to treat me and my baby as books to pass the time? Aren't you afraid I'll treat you and your books like games?!"

"Oh dear, who is this? It's Neptune, the one who almost lost the game!"

"#######!"

When her dark past was brought up, Nep clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, her fair forehead bulging with fury. Her body suddenly grew larger, her delicate cheeks puffed out in anger, and she glared at the witch Fizelinu before her, relentlessly revealing her dark history:

"Who got hit on the head in their own book world and turned into the so-called Furude Hanyuu little loli!?"

"#######!"

It's not pleasant to have one's own dark history brought up as well. Her fair hands clenched into fists, the Golden Witch Fizelinu's lips twitched, and her forehead also bulged with a cross-shaped crease. She stared at the other party with a sinister smile that didn't reach her eyes.

A gaming goddess and a drama-watching witch, both glaring at each other without backing down, their act of exposing each other's embarrassing pasts is tantamount to tearing each other apart upon meeting.

Neptune, for one, was not intimidated by the Golden Witch at all, since the other party had game consulting experience. She could interfere and manage anything that was even remotely related to games.

Neptune knew all too well about Fizelinu's embarrassing moments. If you expose her dark history, don't blame her for being ruthless. It's not like you don't have your own so-called dark history!

"You've ruined my script, how am I supposed to have any fun?"

First, the witch Fizelinu launched the first attack on Neptune, taking the initiative to show that all the blame lay with Neptune.

Neptune, completely unmoved by his offer, crossed her arms over her rather modest chest and retorted:

"You brought your chat group to my side, and now you want to turn the tables?! You shameless witch, have some decency!"

"I don't care, disturbing this witch's enjoyment comes at a price. How about giving me stories about the one you keep to amuse me?"

A sly and interested glint flashed in the eyes of the witch Fizelinu as she looked at Reiji, the little guy Neptune had raised, who seemed even more outstanding than Lynn, the medium.

Besides, Neptune, the goddess of the game, is definitely up to something by raising this little guy, Raiji. How could a witch corrupted by the poison of boredom not be interested?

She said she had disturbed her enjoyment, but after discovering that Reiji was raised by Nep, she immediately acted like a heartless scumbag, throwing Lynn aside who had brought her so much fun.

"Dream on! You despicable witch!"

When Nep heard that the other party had set their sights on her own little one, she immediately flew into a rage. Whether it was her possessiveness towards Reiji or her most perfect creation, she absolutely could not let anyone else touch him.

Nep, whose body was shimmering with the light of game data, immediately transformed into a mature and beautiful goddess, and suddenly something appeared in her hand that made the witch watching the show change her expression and become wary.

That was the game catalog containing information about the Witch of the Show. Whether it was the Umineko series or the Higurashi series, all games with information about Fizelinu were listed in the catalog. Neptune, a mischievous smile playing on her delicate face, said:

"We are both the kind of people who hate having our enjoyment disturbed. Just because you're bored doesn't mean I'm not. Because of boredom, your hobby is reading, while mine is playing games."

"You won't cross the line, will you? My dear Fizelinu~~~~~"

The sweet, soft whispers were, in fact, a veiled threat.

We're all old foxes, no doubt about it. Let's not play these ghost stories on each other. After all, we're all just bored people who find our own ways to have fun.

In this respect, Neptune can indeed be considered a kindred spirit of Fizelinu, and they can even discuss matters with each other as equals.

The drama-watching witch Fizelinu naturally had no intention of breaking ties with Neptune, but she didn't expect Neptune to care so much about the little guy she had raised.

Shouldn't...

Fizelinu suddenly narrowed her deep eyes, calmly looking at the goddess Neptune before her, and said:

"This little guy isn't another successor you've chosen, is he? After what happened, how dare you do this again?"

If that's the case, then it's no wonder the other party reacted that way.

"It's none of your business. I'll make my own decisions about my own affairs." Nep calmly replied to the witch in front of her. She didn't intend to argue with her any further and knew how difficult she was to deal with, so she gave her face and said, "You can't read Zhe's story now, but you can add a copy to your library after the ending."

It's obvious that the witch is interested in her little one. Even if she threatens him not to make a move, beings of this level have been corrupted by boredom for a very long time, and they won't easily let go of anything they find interesting.

Instead of this, Neptune offered the other party a compromise.

Want to relieve boredom with her child's story? Sure, but you can only have it after the grand finale, after I, Nep, have finished savoring it.

This is the biggest concession Neptune has made to the theater-watching witch. If that's not enough, or if she pushes her luck, then there's no point in continuing the discussion.