I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

An extra chapter will be released.

I'm currently working full-time, and as long as my grades don't plummet, this book will definitely reach a million words. With these lousy grades, how can I possibly keep writing more until I can't afford to pay back the money?

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Princess Awaits the Prince

Grete woke up in the empty room, sat blankly on the bed for a long time, and finally got up and walked to the mirror in the room to look at himself.

She muttered to herself in confusion.

"Why, Your Majesty, why did you do this?"

No one answered her question. The saint slept within her body, exhausted from dealing with Duke's relentless attacks, and was unable to wake up at this moment.

In Gretel's eyes, the saint was undoubtedly a wonderful person. If it weren't for her help, she and her brother Hansen would have become the witch's prey long ago when they accidentally entered Candy Castle. How could they have taken control of Candy Castle and survived until now?

But as time went by, everything seemed to change.

My brother gradually became a stranger, doing more and more things behind my back, and becoming increasingly unreasonable.

The witch's evil remains unchanged, manipulating the army of bones and plunging the entire world, both inside and outside the forests, into fear.

Even the saint, Gretel's only support for many years, has changed.

For years, Greta didn't understand what the saint was trying to do until her brother Hansen died at her hands, at which point she was shocked to realize that the saint also had her own ambitions.

Or to be more precise, it wasn't until Duke removed her cake dress and freed her from her constraints that Greta understood the things she hadn't been able to understand all these years:

Hansen was wary of her and even secretly used methods to restrict her; the saint was actually dead long ago, his soul possessed her body, and would occasionally take over her body and act behind her back; the witch captured her back then because she coveted her talent, and her continuous attacks on Candy Castle over the years were still because of her existence.

The more Gretel understood, the more he didn't understand.

Why is this world so unreasonable?

Why can't people get along well?

Why can't I find friends?

Grete covered his cheeks in confusion.

She didn't want to think anymore; she was tired and didn't want to do anything anymore. Gretel didn't want to hear any of the benefits or hopes the saint who had laid bare his secrets had promised her.

She didn't understand the point.

The sounds of battle outside the castle startled Grete from her daze, and she instinctively turned to look out the window.

Dragons were tearing each other apart in the sky.

She stared blankly at a corner of the brutal war, and unconsciously asked a question:

"How can we stop all of this?"

"Of course there is a way."

Grete was startled, then suddenly looked in the direction of the voice.

During the three days of fierce fighting, more than one group of assassins broke into Candy Castle and even her room, but they were all dealt with by Gretel or the Saint.

After killing Hansen, the one who benefited the most was not the Saint, but Grete. The Saint was already very powerful, and even with further improvements, he couldn't compensate for his fatal weakness of lacking a physical body. Grete, on the other hand, received the world's bounty as the mistress of Candy Castle. Her talent was already superior to both Hansen and the witch, and with the help of the alternate dimension, she reached a level that neither of them could achieve.

Ordinary skeleton assassins couldn't do anything to her, but the voice that had just rang out sounded somewhat familiar to Gret.

Duke?

"Yes, it's me."

Duke smiled and waved to her, while the loyal tool witch Amber followed behind him into the room, staring at the cake princess with a suspicious look.

Gret felt a little uneasy under Amber's gaze and involuntarily took a half step back, asking nervously, "Um... what's wrong, Miss Stranger?"

"Nothing much." After giving a casual reply, Amber was still scrutinizing Grete from head to toe. "Also, don't call me a stranger, call me Sister Amber. Even when you get dumped, there's a proper order to things, understand, Cake Princess."

"Huh?"

"Amber, stop fooling around." Duke stood between Amber and Grete, both amused and exasperated, forcing the witch to peek out with half her head to continue scrutinizing Grete. "Grete, where is the Saint?"

"She...she's still asleep. You must leave quickly, or it will be too late once she wakes up."

“What do you mean it’s too late? Now is the perfect time.” Duke smiled gently at Grete. “Grete, are you willing to leave this world? Although no world is perfect, and shadows inevitably grow where there is sunlight, I can assure you that the floating city is far better than this world that is just a race to the bottom.”

Grete looked at Duke with a puzzled expression.

"How good is it?"

"In the floating city, all people are born equal. The corrupt nobles of the past have been driven out, and the peace that has lasted for many years continues. We are in a golden age of rapid development. The advancement of magical technology has brought development to every household. Everyone can support themselves and seize opportunities through their own efforts. Geniuses enjoy praise and glory, while ordinary people can also have basic dignity and the possibility of upward mobility."

Amber spoke on Duke's behalf, her expression incredibly serious. The floating city was her city, and her feelings for it far surpassed those of Duke, who had only been there for a month. And it was these genuine emotions that were truly moving.

"In the floating city, you can make friends, you can eat food from all over the world, you can learn knowledge, you can see all races living together in harmony without conflict, you can fall in love, you can try your best to pursue the person you like, and even if you are misunderstood by the world, the floating city will accept you."

Greta gazed at Duke and Amber, her previously lifeless eyes rekindling with a glimmer of hope. She murmured to herself, "Even I, can I go to such a world?"

Duke smiled and said:

"Yes, all you need is..."

"Nonsense!" Grete's voice vehemently interrupted Duke. The Sage awoke at this crucial moment, glaring fiercely at Duke and Amber who were standing close by, and hurled insults at them: "Bullshit floating city! How could a floating city become so wonderful?! You're lying! You're just trying to use Grete!"

"...You just need to wait patiently, Princess Candy."

Duke slowly finished speaking, and at the same time, the entire Candy Castle suddenly began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck, causing the saint to show a look of astonishment.

"If both the balancing mechanism and the evolutionary mechanism have a short delay, then the simplest way to break the balance is to wipe out the Candy Castle in one fell swoop within that short delay, right?"

The candy castle, made of cookies, candies, and cakes, collapsed under the high-frequency vibration.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Creators of Miracles

The candy castle collapsed with a crash.

But something surprising happened: the room where Duke, the Saint, and the others were located was not destroyed by the collapse of the entire castle. Instead, it stabilized on its own and remained mysteriously suspended in mid-air.

What did you do?

The saint showed a look of astonishment. At her level, she could naturally sense that Candy Castle was being attacked by spatial magic. But what truly astonished her was the room itself. The space here was as stable as a rock. While the entire castle collapsed due to the spatial tremors, this place was actually fixed in its original position, without moving an inch.

Duke pointed to his feet, where an iron anchor had appeared out of nowhere.

The spatial anchor's effect range wasn't large, barely covering the room. Under its powerful effect, the entire room was firmly fixed in place.

"I haven't been idle for the past three days," Duke shrugged. "I've used the amber and the various mechanisms of this alternate dimension to collect nearly a hundred spacetime bone whales—you must be wondering why so many space-type Cookie Sword Saints have been born, right?"

The Time-Space Bone Whales are a new unit on the Bone Legion's side, corresponding to the Space-type Biscuit Sword Saint. They look like small whales floating in the air. Their bodies are very fragile, but their control over spatial abilities is comparable to that of Bone Amber. Duke collected so many Time-Space Bone Whales because of the spatial anchor in his hand.

Although the "Witch Conquest System" has an entirely unreliable business scope, the magical items it produces are quite powerful. Even the genius Amber couldn't manipulate space in front of the Space Anchor, let alone the Time-Space Bone Whale and the Biscuit Sword Saint. Moreover, it hasn't triggered any evolutionary mechanisms in other dimensions so far.

Therefore, Duke, who held the space anchor, dared to mass-produce spacetime bone whales and use this unit to complete the final step of clearing the game.

Thus, the Time-Space Bone Whales shook space, directly destroying the Candy Castle itself, but leaving them a pure land for their final battle.

"Don't bother trying to summon your biscuit swordsmen anymore; they can't teleport in. The same goes for those flying soldiers, whether they're marshmallow dragons or wafer biscuit griffins; they're all entangled," Duke said casually. "Thank goodness for the world's balancing mechanism; now it's king against king, soldier against soldier."

“Even if you destroy the Candy Castle, you won’t pass the level, because the balance is still one step away from being broken.” The saint regained her composure, and frowned as she controlled Grete’s body. “If you can’t do it, the balance of the other dimension will soon wear down your efforts.”

"I understand, the final step is to take you down, right?"

With the loss of Candy Castle and its owner, the war will end in victory for the Bone Legion. The alternate dimension, which has been struggling to maintain its balance, is now overburdened by Duke's skillful manipulation of the match-fixing, and the time required for the balancing mechanism has increased significantly.

The time required to trigger the balancing mechanism has been increased to three minutes.

In other words, Duke only needs to defeat the Saint within three minutes to complete the game.

The sage gave a noncommittal snort, but her demeanor remained haughty:

"You?"

Duke, who could only flee in disarray three days ago, now thinks he's all set?

But at that moment, Duke gave her another scare.

In the blink of an eye, Duke was in front of her and swung his sword with incredible speed. If it weren't for her combat skills keeping her constantly on guard, this strike might have taken her life! But Duke didn't stop there. He then launched a storm of attacks on the Saint, suppressing her to the point that she was completely unable to fight back.

How can this be?

The sage revealed a shocked expression as he dodged.

Duke should have gained power from that bone staff, right?

Why are you playing like a legendary assassin now?

How come your mage has maxed out all melee skills?

Her little head was full of big question marks.

Just then, she smelled a putrid odor, the smell of corpses and death. The saint looked in the direction of the smell, and the shock on her face deepened.

Blood was seeping from Duke's chest, his face was deathly pale, and his skin and muscles were changing at a visible speed, withering, decaying, regenerating, overgrowing until strange tentacles appeared, and then withering again... At this moment, he was clearly a living dead, and this dazzling attack was something he had done himself using the magic of "manipulating corpses".

This hastily trained necromancer did not engage in a traditional battle of spellcasters with the saint. Instead, he took a different approach, turning himself into his own summoned creature and transforming himself into a heroic thief.

"You're insane! You're a complete and utter madman!"

A saint whose soul and body were not properly matched was utterly unable to withstand such an attack. She screamed and barely managed to hold on, but still couldn't last three minutes. Her staff was knocked away by the crazed Duke, and as Duke's dagger was about to slice through her Houlong, she instinctively closed her eyes and screamed, "This is Grete's body! Are you going to kill Grete?"

Of course not.

Duke chuckled, and the unremarkable dagger in his hand came in handy, completely bridging the last gap between him and a hero-level thief.

Luck is the most loyal companion of a hero-level thief.

Miracles are synonymous with heroic thieves.

A lucky break.

The knife didn't slit Grete's throat; instead, guided by the Lucky Dagger, it cut towards her chest, tearing open her pajamas and making a gentle cut near her heart.

The slash merely grazed Grete's fair skin, and a drop of blood formed on the lucky dagger before slowly merging into it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The saint's shrill scream echoed through the sky, but her voice gradually changed. At first, she used Gretel's voice, but it quickly became the voice of her own soul. Compared to the innocent and naive Cake Princess, the saint's own voice sounded more weathered.

She left Grete's body, but her soul did not exist independently; instead, it entered the Lucky Dagger.

Her scream came from the lucky dagger.