Witch Redemption

Besides, people always change. In the past, Jack blindly pursued power, believing that power could change everything and that he was willing to pay any price for power, even if it meant losing everything.

But when the day came that he had nothing left, he realized how empty it was to have power alone.

We only learn to cherish what we have after we lose it. But once that time comes, there's no way to regret what we did in the past, and there's no turning back.

“Jack, what are you like today…”

Erru hesitated for a moment, wondering when his adopted son had become so agreeable, before finally asking, "You seem different today. Did those witches give you some advice?"

I'm curious, really very curious.

Jack used to be an impatient brat who wouldn't listen to any advice, so why has he become so calm and collected today?

Although describing him as extremely cunning is not quite appropriate, Erru always felt that Jackt was ten times, or even a hundred times, more dangerous than before, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

As a father, he couldn't assume that his son would be a threat to him, so Erru only sensed something was wrong but didn't take the cold aura emanating from Jackt to heart.

Little did they know, this chilling aura was called "killing intent," and it was not only aimed at the witch upstairs, but also at their long-lost adoptive father.

"Yes, it is indeed different now. After all, so many years have passed, and I have witnessed the demise of everything. In the end, I am all alone. I have gradually come to terms with many things and have begun to feel indifferent."

Jack murmured, "The witch's guidance, I suppose. Luckily I arrived early, otherwise things might have been ruined. Karen Elf, huh? As expected of someone my lord values, very perceptive, and she loves to meddle in other people's business."

"What are you talking about?" Erru asked, completely bewildered.

“It’s nothing, just a sigh,” Jackt quietly stood up. “By the way, Father, which era do you think you still live in?”

"I'm still here..." Faced with these words, which sounded like a psychological suggestion, Erru Snovak felt countless fragments of memories rushing to his head. These memories concerned the chaotic dragon kingdom, the sinners who killed the two dragon gods, the fallen floating continent, and the false hope that was bred in the darkness.

"You are still living in the past, while I have crossed a realm of ten thousand years. It's time for you to wake up from your dream."

Jack's suggestive words directly stirred up the resentment, pain, and sorrow sealed deep within Erru Snovak's soul fragments, causing him to clench his fangs and finally utter a sentence in a fit of rage.

"This memory is... me killing you?"

"No, I killed you. You are already dead."

Caught off guard, Jack suddenly lunged more than two meters away, his raised hand transforming into a dragon, and he grabbed Erru's neck with lightning speed. The next second, the light formed from magic burst forth, shattering Erru's bones and completely erasing all remaining fragments of his soul.

"In the end, it was just a fake puppet used to construct a dream that shouldn't exist, but it did indeed touch me."

In this illusory world, only Jaket Snovak is real now; the others, whether they are the dragonborn living in dreams or the witches who must be completely wiped out, will become dust in history.

Erru's body trembled, lost all breath, and slowly slumped into the chair.

In that instant, the illusory world in Jackt's eyes temporarily returned to reality, only to find that this seemingly tidy area had long since decayed, and the middle-aged dragonborn in front of him was not a living creature, but a skeleton that had been haphazardly pieced together.

“I’m sorry, Father. I am the one who should apologize. Ten thousand years ago, I ended the Dragon Kingdom and fulfilled my greatest wish. But ten thousand years later, my return is not for repentance, but to erase everything from the past and fulfill my lord’s wish. That’s all.”

Suddenly, noticing footsteps coming from upstairs, Jack removed the soundproofing from the room, and his expression returned to its daytime nonchalant state.

But what came down was a tall, blonde witch with long black horns on her head. This witch was named "Lana Sivir," one of the witches who had fled from the British Empire, and possibly the strongest witch currently.

"what happens?"

The witch's gaze swept over Erru Snovak, who sat upright in the chair as if fast asleep.

"Lady Lana, it's alright. My father just scolded me. He was probably too tired and fell asleep after sitting for a while."

"Oh, I see."

The two stared at each other, as if trying to discern each other's thoughts. At this moment, Jackt had a strong killing intent. If this dragon-born witch dared to come over and confirm Erru's life or death, he was confident that he could launch a sneak attack and eliminate the biggest threat in advance. However, the witch didn't say much at all.

Lana Sivir walked to the bookshelf after going downstairs. "I'll take these books with me."

Turning around and going up the stairs again, Jackt restrained the urge to make a move and ultimately only reminded her, "Lady Lana, my father is indeed too tired. I told him to rest well, and I will take you to see His Highness the Dragon King tomorrow."

"Well, it's up to you guys to decide."

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The sky was shattered; darkness and destruction had buried everything in sight, including his own homeland.

Severely injured, he stared blankly at the giant crater swallowed by darkness. It had once been a massive floating continent, his birthplace, the Dragon Kingdom he should have been proud of.

Now, that place has become a dead zone, and all the dragons except him have perished.

"Are you satisfied, Jacques Snovak, my finest kin?"

The sound of boiling water came from a girl standing next to him. The girl had the general characteristics of a human, but she lacked the facial features that a human should have; her face was a shocking blank.

Although it was impossible to discern any emotion in those voices, the girl's face gave the illusion of a smile, even though it lacked any facial features.

"Hmm, I think, I think that's enough..."

Feeling utterly empty, he possessed power enough to slay gods, personally destroying two high-ranking dragon gods, thinking he could take their place. Instead, he faced the destruction of the entire dragon kingdom, leaving only one dragon descendant in the world.

"Is there anything else you wish to achieve?"

This faceless god, who calls himself the "Creator of Chaos," has always been like this, making numerous promises without ever asking for anything in return, always observing the many actions of all things in the world as an outsider.

"I hope I will never regret what happened today."

This was his wish; only this one sentence could alleviate the pain in his heart.

"I can make it happen for you, but you'll need to come back here in the future. After all, intelligent beings are really interesting! They never give up struggling even in the most desperate situations, and even give birth to a seedling called hope."

Facing the gradually subsiding, crawling darkness, the faceless girl granted his wish and made him this prophecy...

Suddenly awakened from a dream of the past, the Argonian youth, Jaket Snovak, was horrified, his face streaked with tears.

"Three in the morning?"

He almost messed up something important. This godforsaken place kept stirring up his past memories, like returning to an ideal paradise in his dreams, making it easy for him to lower his guard.

"My only task is to eliminate the only breakthrough in the spacetime turbulence. As for dealing with these witches, we still need to leave it to the professionals."

"Fine, no matter how many come, these witches won't be able to leave so easily."

Muttering to himself, Jaket Snovak, the Argonian youth who seemed like a completely different person, began to set up an elaborate sacrificial ritual in his room, and the offering was none other than the decaying skeleton of Erru Snovak.

"I do not regret."

Even at the end of his life, he had to take responsibility for his actions and firmly believe that he was right. To regret it would be to deny himself, which is why he made a wish to the creator of chaos at his last moment.

I wish I would never regret it in this life.

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At five o'clock in the morning, Jaket Snovak, the Argonian youth who was disguised as no different from anyone else, began to ask Li Lan and the others for permission to embark on the journey ahead of schedule.

At the same time, another group of "witches" in the Kingdom of Pilar also began a new teleportation ritual.

Where is Mr. Erru?

Li Lan felt that the young man did seem somewhat unfamiliar, so she asked him a question.

"I'm sorry, Father is too tired, let him rest a little longer." Jack's wry smile seemed very genuine.

"I see. Then I'll trouble Mr. Jack to lead the way."

Li Lan turned her head and met Lana's gaze. With just one glance, they both knew what the other was thinking.

"Follow him first. Once we're close to our destination, we can't let this guy stay!"

It wasn't just Jaket Snovak who harbored murderous intent; after Lana noticed the unusual activity below last night, their murderous intent intensified.

They had even guessed that Erru Snovak had met with misfortune, and had been thinking since last night about whether the guy might be trying to frame them. As a result, the entire sleepless night was unusually quiet.

There's definitely something wrong with this young man!

Li Lan was so sure, since they were fine when they talked earlier. It was impossible for this guy to become a different person after only half a day apart.

Chapter 40 Thirty Years of Professional Backstabbing

The wide, long street was deserted, utterly silent.

Before the night had completely faded, all the witches followed the Argonian youth, Jaket Snovak, and walked briskly along the long street.

For some reason, the entire Dragon Clan Holy Land exuded an unreal aura at this moment, making people feel as if they were living in a dream, and causing a strange restlessness in their hearts.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was somewhat heavy, all the witches who were walking forward did not whisper to each other as usual, but instead walked in silence.

"I still feel a little unaccustomed to it..."

Li Lan found himself very uncomfortable with these light and airy clothes. They looked nice, but they weren't very convenient to move in. If it weren't for the fact that he was going to meet the leader of this place, he wouldn't have dressed up so carefully at the urging of the other witches.

Due to his limited mobility, Li Lan was much more vigilant than usual. He held his Libra Cross Greatsword in his right hand, while his left hand was flipping through his natal magic book.

On one hand, he used the "survey" interface of his natal magic book to confirm whether there were any risks in the surrounding area. On the other hand, he left some contingency plans at the residence of the middle-aged dragon descendant Erru Snofak to investigate any possible emergencies that might occur there.

After all, Lana mentioned last night that there was an unusual commotion down below, and soon after, Erru Snovak was suspected of being killed by the Argonian Jaket Snovak, but Lana did not point it out on the spot at that time.

After going upstairs, all the witches discussed how to get through the rest of the time.

At first, Li Lan guessed that during the day, Jack, this somewhat immature young man, had been trying to provoke conflict between them and the Dragon Clan's Holy Land. After failing, he became resentful and thus took an extreme action.

But if that's the case, it's a bit unreasonable that Jack didn't choose to "call the police" or frame someone. Not only did he not take any police action afterward, but he also deliberately buried the news of Erru's death, which is really abnormal.

In any case, the witch Rosa and the others did not notice anything unusual below, but Li Lan and Lana were seasoned veterans who had been in this world for many years and had experienced all kinds of life and death, so their sensitivity was extremely amazing.

Even before returning from the hot springs, Li Lan had already noticed something was wrong with the Argonian Jackt; it was as if the guy had suddenly become a different person.

Lana's subsequent statements, and the strange occurrences that quickly took place at Erru's residence after they left, further confirmed Li Lan's suspicions.

"Sure enough, all ten attendants who remained in that residence had already died once."

Jaket Snovak, whose aura had changed, had been on guard against Li Lan and his group since last night. After realizing this, Li Lan did not dare to rashly summon his humanoid followers to investigate. In the end, he only left ten humanoid followers who were good at stealth at their original residence.

The original intention was to have these humanoid followers scout out Jackt and Erru's rooms after they left to see what was going on.

As it turns out, something really did happen!

Noticing this, Li Lan, being very shrewd, immediately gave Lana a wink, "Be ruthless later!"

"Understood, I'll make him pay!" Lana gave her a wink.

In any case, as witch number one and witch number two summoned at the same time in the year 10003 of the new calendar, their tacit understanding was already off the charts. Often, they didn't need any words; just a glance was enough for the other to understand each other immediately.

Furthermore, being persecuted too much can naturally lead to paranoia.

If anything goes wrong, the first thing to do is strike.

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“Archbishop Connie, I will only tell you these things once, so remember them well.”

"At the center of the Abyss Rift is a spacetime turbulence. After the deaths of the Dragon God Reggios and the Dragon God Kassania, they used their remaining power to create a special deity. This deity was used to guard the Dragon Clan's sacred land within the Gates of Heaven, the Floating City That Never Sleeps."