I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

It wasn't just the three who pointed out the crossroads of fate; others also received clear intuitive hints, telling them that what they longed for existed in that direction. Of course, the others didn't have the same clear purpose as Duke and the other two, and their yearning intuition wasn't as effective.

"Could this be a trap set by Talia?"

Duke frowned.

He had always believed that one could never be too cautious when it came to Sleeping Beauty Talia—and it was precisely because he held this belief that he shamelessly used cheat codes, simply dragging Lady Scarlet into the witch game, preparing to defeat Talia in the simplest way.

That's right, using brute force to overcome cleverness is the simplest solution to all problems.

If you had the power to punch any enemy into two small pancakes, who would need the cunning to bite an apple and say things like "that's the basic situation" or "ah, the wisdom of mortals"?

Duke has already verified the strength of Scarlet with Carol, Eve, and Scarlet herself.

Carol said, "She is the only person who can beat me up while time is stopped."

Eve said, "Give me another thousand years, and I might be able to catch up with Ms. Scarlet's level."

And this is how Ms. Fei herself describes herself:

"Talia? Oh, the Sleeping Beauty from the Mute Ones, right? Twelve of hers combined might be able to cause me some trouble."

Do you even know what the value of one person taking on twelve is?

It was Ms. Fei who gave Duke the confidence to pursue his hunting legend, and the person who dispelled Duke's concerns at this moment was Fei, who remained calm and collected in the team. She blinked and calmly explained, "Don't be too nervous, this intuition is normal."

"what does it mean?"

“It’s simple, and Duke, you’ve probably experienced something similar before, right?” Fei shrugged and pointed to Duke’s chest. “Don’t you remember those three lines of the Soul Requiem sheet music?”

Duke was slightly taken aback.

So, he did indeed feel this clear intuition at some point, and after a moment's recollection, it came back to him.

He had similar clear intuitions about the final scene of the Cinderella Game and the end of the clothes-ripping game, except that on both occasions he sensed what the "core of the world" was.

“The principle is the same. The world resonated with your souls, and thus let you know what you most want to know right now, such as the location of the hostages.” Fei held up a finger and said with a smile, “The only difference is that before you relied on the power of the Soul Requiem, but this time it is because of the fragility and impending collapse of this world itself.”

“I get it.” Joseph, who had been listening in, raised his hand excitedly. “So, those intuitions are reliable? Is Joan somewhere in that direction, some distance away?”

Fei glanced at him and nodded coldly: "That's right."

The moment Fei gave an affirmative answer, Joseph rushed out and ran wildly in the direction he had pointed earlier. But before he could get too far away, the witch, Duke's favorite tool, appeared beside him and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The next instant, Amber dragged the distraught Joseph back with her.

“Calm down. Even if our intuition is right, it’s hard to say whether Talia has used this information to set up some kind of trap. After all, this is her home turf.” Duke snapped his fingers. “We absolutely cannot split up now, lest that guy break through us one by one.”

"What should we do, Duke?" Joseph managed to calm down, knowing that his concern was making him lose his composure, so he simply handed all the decisions over to Duke. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Don't forget, we have Amber. We don't need to split up our forces to quickly investigate all directions."

As Duke spoke, he reached out and ruffled Amber's head, messing up her originally smooth hair. Then, he unconsciously pinched her ear, causing his girlfriend to tremble slightly and her face to turn red.

Amber's behavior made Duke, who had been nonchalant, raise an eyebrow. He then rubbed Amber's ears, which resulted in the elven princess beating him up, her face turning bright red.

This high-attack, paper-defense-powered elf suddenly appeared four or five meters away, escaping from Duke's clutches, and then glared at him angrily.

Duke innocently raised his hands to indicate that he did not mean it, but he silently noted down the trivia in his mind. Then he recalled the large number of elf books he had seen through Amber and suddenly realized.

Ears seem to be an erogenous zone for elves... So the description in the book is correct. As expected of a picture book drawn by drow elves, it fully reflects reality even with such basic settings.

"Since you're in such a hurry, Joseph, shall we go and rescue Joan first?"

"Thank you so much!"

They entered this witch's game to hunt the legend (Talia), but that was only a secondary objective. The more important goal was to rescue Anne, Megan, and Joan, who had been kidnapped by Talia!

So, Amber led everyone across space to the entrance of an altar. Everyone felt a sense of incongruity when they saw the altar.

"Why……"

Chapter 149 Genesis

The initial location where Duke and his group entered this world was an empty altar. Before leaving, they conducted a fairly thorough search of the altar, so its structure and style were quite familiar to them.

Therefore, Duke can be fairly certain that the writing altar in front of him is almost identical to the one they left.

"We've come all the way back?" Joseph gave a strange look, turning to Duke and Fei. "Is Joan really here?"

“No, this isn’t the altar we left before.” Duke quickly realized what was happening. He pointed to the entrance of the altar, which wasn’t overgrown with weeds. “This is just an altar with the exact same structure.”

He also didn't see the mark he made before leaving, so it was clear that they weren't trapped in a different time and space.

Joseph nodded, then charged into the altar first, followed by Duke, who beckoned to the bodyguard Carol had provided for him—the Thunder Witch Rose—to follow behind, while signaling the others to remain where they were.

In such a narrow and cramped space as the altar, if everyone files in, it will be difficult to escape if anything happens. If a fight breaks out, there will be concerns about whether the building will be destroyed and they themselves will be buried.

The best option is to have a small number of elites enter.

Joseph followed his intuition, being pushed forward by the mysterious fate of the world, and soon saw Joan frozen inside a huge block of ice.

“Qiong…”

Joseph silently looked up at Joan, who was frozen in the ice. The witch of dreams lay peacefully with her eyes closed in the ice, as if she were asleep, or as if she had lost her life.

Upon seeing her, Joseph, who was already extremely agitated, calmed down and placed his hand on the ice.

“Joseph, don’t be anxious.” Duke, who seemed unconcerned, looked at Joseph nervously, afraid he might cause a major incident in his agitation. “Juan looks like she won’t wake up anytime soon, perhaps you could…”

Before Duke could finish speaking, the girl inside the ice block suddenly opened her eyes, and the huge ice block in front of them cracked and shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally breaking through the ice in front of Duke, Joseph, and Rose.

"Incredible."

To Duke's astonishment, Joan, who had just broken free of the ice, rushed towards Joseph and was eventually embraced tightly by her fiancé.

"Qiong! Qiong!"

"Little Jo, Little Jo, have you come to save me?"

This touching scene made Duke roll his eyes. He was now regretting that he had brought Rose instead of Amber. Otherwise, he could have been showing off his love to the silly couple in front of him, instead of being unilaterally crushed like this.

"But... why did the ice suddenly break?"

Duke narrowed his eyes and gestured to Rose beside him. Rose nodded in understanding and then subtly raised the staff in her hand.

To be honest, Duke didn't trust Joan enough because of her status as a "member of the Aphasic," but even if she was a member of the Aphasic, judging from her performance in the Cinderella Game, she and Talia, who possessed her, were clearly not from the same faction... and might even be from opposing factions.

He stared at Joan, who seemed excited but also very weak. Being frozen in ice for so long had caused her body to degenerate. She could have been considered a warrior, but now it was hard to say whether she could even be called a healthy person.

Joseph was heartbroken by Joan's condition, but Duke was unconcerned; his thoughts drifted off in other directions:

Now Duke finally understood why a mute had infiltrated the strategy team for the Crown-level Witch Game...

Oh, we can't call it "sneaking in," since if Carol and Eve are both members of a faction of the Mute Ones, and the Mute Ones are actually the prevailing belief among the upper echelons of the Floating City, then wouldn't Joan be a true member of the City Lord's faction?

Duke put aside his wild thoughts, took a step forward, and asked Joan, "Joan, what has happened to you so far? How did you break the ice? And what kind of place is this?"

Duke's questions came like a machine gun, and Miss Joan, whom he was questioning, shrank back. She seemed very afraid of Duke, but even so, she just shook her head and didn't answer a single question.

However, before Duke could erupt in anger, Joan hid behind her fiancé and timidly pointed in a certain direction: "I dreamed about that thing, and I saw Talia in that thing."

Joan is the witch of dreams. Although she was imprisoned in ice and had long lacked a clear mind, she hid in the dreams she wove and learned a great deal through her own methods.

Duke was drawn to her words and quickly followed the direction Joan indicated, arriving in front of a mirror.

The mirror didn't reflect Duke's image; instead, it revealed the mythological story of the world's origin.

That was the second day of Genesis.

After a busy day, Duke finally found Talia knocking on his door and began to work hard. She made the world a better place. Just seeing the beginnings of that lively and beautiful world made Duke feel the urge to "stay here forever".

The second day of Genesis ended quickly, but the image in the mirror also returned to calm, leaving only Talia from that second day still on the mirror.

Duke felt a chill run down his spine, because in the mirror, the creator of this world was looking at him with hatred in her eyes, as if he were the culprit who had brought this world to the brink of destruction.

"You're the real culprit."

Duke curled his lip, raised his hand, and slapped the mirror in front of him to pieces. As the mirror was no longer intact, the "Talia" in the mirror also disappeared.

But in the next instant, Rose, who had been on guard, suddenly raised her hand and pointed it in a certain direction: "Lightning tribulation!"

"Boom—"

Thunder subdued the creator who had come from illusion to reality. She remained in the second day of creation and was unharmed even when the Thunder Witch unleashed a thunderous tribulation.

This surprised both Duke and Rose, and caused them to miss their best chance to escape.

Talia was heading towards them... The next day, Talia's journey abruptly ended, as another figure appeared before her, in front of Duke and Rose.

Her name is Scarlet, and she claims to be able to defeat twelve Talias. In other words, if a clone were created every day in Genesis... even twelve clones combined wouldn't be a match for her.

She was the first lord of the floating city, the chief designer and chief engineer of the floating city, the absolute queen who ruled the floating city for hundreds of years, and one of the world's top legends, another legend besides the four legendary witches of the floating city.

Scarlet is known as the "Miracle Witch".

Chapter 150 Your life is as fleeting as a candle in the wind!

Miracle.

The term seems somewhat cheap in a world of swords and magic, because there are simply too many people capable of creating miracles. High-level thieves possess abilities that can even touch upon causality, hero-level spellcasters are virtually omnipotent, and top-tier warriors can stand firm against countless calamities and achieve miracles through their perfect physiques and unparalleled skills…

However, these miracles are ultimately limited. The power of mortals is limited, and the effects of miracles are also limited... Precisely because of this, perhaps miracles are not so cheap, because what mortals can achieve cannot be called miracles.

However, legends are an exception. Every legendary professional with a legendary destiny is a miracle-making machine... More accurately, Lady Scarlet should be an exception.

She is the epitome of miracles, yet she also destroys the word "miracle" in her own way—no matter how incredible something is, when it is achieved so easily and repeated to the point of becoming commonplace, it can no longer be called a "miracle."

And Fei is the one who ends miracles.

Of course, whether she's the "Witch of Miracles," the "One Who Ends Miracles," or some other more extravagant title, it's hard to tell at this moment. Because for Fei, beating up Talia doesn't seem like much at all.

Less than a second after Scarlet appeared, Duke only felt a blur before his eyes, and Talia's clone was knocked down.

It's important to know that this Talia clone, currently in the process of creation, possesses an aura far stronger than the Talia that Duke knew. In this state, she is in the early stages of the birth of the alternate dimension, and her creator nature has given her many advantages in this world, in addition to a body that is most compatible with her soul and a complete and pure soul.

When Duke saw this clone of Talia, he even had the thought of "maybe I should just give up".

But Fei only needs one punch to beat her.

Is this reasonable? That's outrageous!

Is this the joy of being carried by a powerful figure? Ms. Fei, please love me one more time!

Duke gasped in amazement as he watched the expressionless Lady Scarlet trample Talia underfoot as if it were nothing—taking down an enemy with a single punch was indeed not a difficult task.