After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

"The speed at which you have come to this step is actually faster than I expected."

She looked around.

"You still have something to do in this world?"

"Ah."

Charles nodded.

Leaving aside the ending of Aurora City, he hasn't finished dealing with the matter of the Twilight Witch that Revenant said.

and--

In Shire's heart, there is still a grand vision of the forbidden curse waiting for him to practice.

"Nuclear Explosion" magic.

It's not just as simple as being able to damage and kill enemies.

"Then when you return to the Western Continent, come and meet me at the headquarters of the Black Tower."

The golden elf stood in front of Ciel, gazing into his face.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that the boy whom she had taken as his apprentice more than ten years ago had grown a lot taller now, and she needed to raise her head to look up.

Compared with when the two met for the first time more than ten years ago, Charles's face was much more defined, with sharp lines.

"Since you've come this far."

"There are some things that I should tell you..."

"it is good."

Charles nodded.

"Then, see you at the Black Tower."

"See you at the Black Tower."

The golden elf nodded, then turned away.

Those crystal cracks in space reappeared, engulfing that slender figure.

...

Charles watched his teacher leave.

It wasn't until the tiny space crack disappeared completely that Charles turned his head again and looked at the dead soul of the bone demon beside him.

Only seeing the illusory figure of the dead soul is even more dim at this moment, if you don't look carefully, it's hard to see clearly.

However, at this moment, on the face of the bone demon dead soul, there is only a look of complacency.

The key to maintaining the survival of the dead soul is the obsession in life.

However, after meeting Shire, he truly learned that the wizard's inheritance has not been cut off because of his willfulness, and witnessed the great deed of killing gods and the grand funeral for the Pure White Tower.

In the heart of the dead soul, the greatest regret has also disappeared.

"Thank you--"

"Also, thanks to your teacher as well."

"Let me, at the end of everything, let go of my previous regrets, sleep peacefully, and return to the embrace of the goddess of magic."

The dead soul looked at Charles seriously and bowed slightly.

"Then, it's time for me, a dead soul who shouldn't exist in this world, to leave the stage."

His illusory body faded little by little, turning into crystal light spots.

He looked at Charles, and suddenly spoke.

"My last wish."

"If you can... take care of Renata for me."

"Although I don't regret my act of revenge... but only for her, I still have some guilt left in my heart."

"After all, it was I who deprived her of the good life she should have had as a young girl."

"Then, cultivate her into an ultimate weapon of blasphemy."

"I feel ashamed of her..."

After finishing speaking, the ghost closed his eyes without waiting for Charles' answer.

In silence, he slowly waited for his end.

Generally speaking, such things as resentful souls can exist in the world for several years or even decades.

Being able to survive for more than two hundred years is already the result of his strong obsession.

After 200 years, his spirit has long been exhausted. Even if Shire doesn't wake him up, his soul will disappear within a few years.

At this moment, Charles helped him fulfill his greatest wish, which was already the best ending for him.

Although there are still some shortcomings that have not been fulfilled, but he himself is satisfied.

Had it not been for Ciel, his passing would have been more regrettable than it is now.

However..

After closing his eyes and waiting for a long time, the dead soul still hasn't waited until the end when he disappears.

even--

Quite the contrary!

He also felt that his mental strength, which was supposed to be exhausted, was actually solidified again at this moment, even better than when he was just awakened.

...

After waiting for a while, the undead finally couldn't control his curiosity and explored his spiritual perception.

Then--

He felt it.

There is a huge spiritual power, instilled from the side, allowing him to maintain the solidity of his spirit.

The dead soul involuntarily opened its mouth wide.

This is undoubtedly beyond his common sense as a wizard.

To maintain the continuation of the resentful soul, naturally it is not simply to instill spiritual power in the other party.

To know--

He was a true legend in his lifetime.

Even if it is a resentful soul transformed after death, its essence is a genuine legendary personality.

An ordinary legend wants to keep a resentful soul who is also a legend from dissipating.

Then within a few seconds, his mental power would be sucked dry.

Even if the spiritual ocean is broken, it is not impossible to fall to the legendary rank.

however--

The spiritual power transmitted from Shire is like a real ocean, bottomless.

Obviously, the total amount of mental power he absorbed from him was enough to drain several legendary mages, but Shire's expression remained calm.

It was as if these spiritual powers were insignificant to him.

"You...why do you have to?"

The dead soul shook his head slightly.

He thought that Ciel had used some secret method that could stimulate his mental power, or had consumed a one-time secret treasure that could stabilize his soul.

No matter what it is, it is an extremely precious and rare magic item.

After all, spiritual power is the powerful foundation of wizards. Whether using magic or forbidden spells, they all need to rely on the existence of spiritual power.

This kind of secret method and props——

For any wizard, it can be said to be a life-saving hole card. If necessary, it can fully restore their combat power when their mental power is exhausted. Using it once means one less time.

Now wasting it on him, a dying person, just to let him survive for a while, is simply a waste of money.

"Resentful souls... shouldn't be creatures that exist in this world."

"My death is already a doomed result. Even if I force my life to continue, it cannot be changed. Why waste these thoughts."

However, the next moment.

Next to his ears, Charles' laughter suddenly sounded.

"Senior, for me—"

"The most annoying thing is that it is destined. You can't change this word."

"We wizards have given up the entertainment and indulgence in our spare time, indulged in learning knowledge from books and spell classics day after day, and studied arcane arts with excellence..."

"Not just for—"

"When the so-called [fate] arrives, to have the power to change fate——"

"Then, take that imperfect story—"

"Has it become what you want it to be?"

Charles shook his head with a smile, looking at the empty and flat wasteland around him.

"An old man with a deep past turned into a resentful soul and survived in the world because of his obsession after death..."

"Then, after hundreds of years of waiting, the old wraith meets a young man who is very similar to himself."

"After going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, the young brave man fulfilled the wish of the resentful soul."

"Then, after entrusting the weapons and beliefs he inherited to the young brave man, the old resentful soul smiled like this."

Charles paused slightly.

"This is indeed the most traditional, most royal and classic story model in the mouths of those bards."

"The old resentful soul has fulfilled its wish, and the young brave man has reaped the treasures inherited by the resentful soul, and may also reap the favor of a beautiful girl along the way."

"Such a story perfectly fits the meaning of passing on the torch and passing it on from generation to generation."

"When the plot is in place, add some provocative words..."

"For example, you are the leaf bathing in the sun, and I am the root in the darkness. For example, I am the remnant of the old era. There is no boat that can carry me in the new world. The audience will naturally cry tears."

"When the atmosphere is here, then these older generations really can't die."

"But--"

Xia Er's gaze was fixed on the silent dead soul.

"Senior, tell the truth—"

"Are you really willing? Are you willing to die like this?"

"Don't you want to personally apologize to the Twilight Witch who you tampered with the originally splendid life and turned it into a blasphemous weapon?"

"You said you didn't regret taking revenge on the gods, but..."

"The subsequent catastrophe has indeed caused irreparable consequences for this world. Don't you really have any guilt in your heart?"

"Now that the disaster of no light has disappeared, the creatures in this world have also gained a chance to breathe and rebuild, but many cultural inheritances and skills have been lost in the past 200 years."

"And my teacher and I are not from this plane after all, so it is impossible to stay here for a long time."

"At this very moment, this world that is waiting to be rebuilt is in need of a person with a reserve of knowledge before the catastrophe to lead this world to rebuild civilization..."

..

The dead soul was silent for a moment, then opened its mouth slightly: "But..."

"My resentful soul body is doomed not to last forever. Even if you help me continue with my spiritual power at all costs, it's just drinking poison to quench my thirst..."

Charles shook his head, interrupting the narration of the dead soul.

"I'm not such a holy mother, and I don't have so much love that I would risk my future as a wizard for an unsmiling senior wizard."