Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

After experiencing a disaster, the dozen or so witches who survived were all in a state of panic, so they agreed to Ingrid's proposal without any hesitation.

Under Ingrid's leadership, they braved the fierce wind and rain, crossed the turbulent Wana River, and took two days to return to their former hiding place.

After the journey, they were already exhausted both physically and mentally, but even after returning to their hiding place, no one took a rest or treated their injuries.

How could they be in such a mood now?

In the past two days, Aisha, who had suffered a huge blow, had completely turned into a walking corpse.

No matter who spoke to her, she didn't react at all. Even when her toe accidentally hit a stone, her expression didn't change at all.

What is even more worrying is that she has stopped eating. Not eating for one or two days will not have much impact on the Scarlet Lord, but after seven or ten days, that will be a different story.

The witches were afraid that Aisha would starve to death.

However, no matter how worried they were, there was nothing they could do.

They also tried to feed Aisha, but she refused to open her mouth. Even when her mouth was pried open, she did not chew or swallow.

"How to do?"

Ingrid, who was being stared at by dozens of people, didn't know what to do.

She can use shadow magic to control Aisha's body and make her eat, and she can also manipulate Aisha's emotions and make her want to eat.

But these are only temporary solutions and not a permanent cure. Once she leaves Aixia, Aixia will immediately return to her old ways.

The only way to completely change the current situation is to untie Aixia's heart knot.

How to open it?

Ingrid didn't know. After all, she didn't have the ability to resurrect those witches who died tragically.

After thinking it over, she could only sigh along with the other witches.

Why did things become like this?

It is a happy thing to be saved by Aisha in despair, and it is also a happy thing to make many friends after becoming a witch. But when these two joys are intertwined, why does it breed such a heart-wrenching sadness?

There must be something wrong with this world!

Yelena raised her head.

Just as she couldn't see the stars in the inky black night sky, she couldn't see the future now.

Although she has always followed Sister Aisha, she actually does not agree with the ideas of the radical witches. She always believes that there is hope for the world, but what happened in the past few days has completely changed her mind.

Even if there is hope in this world, that hope has nothing to do with them as witches.

The witch was born in pain and will end in pain.

This is really too much. It would be better to destroy such a world directly.

However, if Sister Aisha died, it would be impossible for her to destroy the world with her power.

By then, she would probably be in a state of impotent rage every day, hating this world but being unable to do anything about it?

Yelena simply could not accept such a future.

How to do?

Since I can't destroy the world, I might as well destroy myself.

With this thought in mind, Yelena walked over to sit next to Aisha and began a hunger strike with Aisha.

This action immediately attracted the attention of other witches. After asking Yelena why she did this, they also sat down next to Aisha.

Fine, since this world doesn’t welcome witches anyway, let’s just starve to death together!

Seeing this scene gave Ingrid an even greater headache.

Okay, okay, that’s how you guys play it, right? Then I have to resort to some tricks!

The next morning, something magical happened.

At that time, Ingrid had just collected the ingredients and was preparing to use shadow magic to control all the witches after making breakfast and force them to eat.

Just as she returned from washing the ingredients at the river, she was surprised to find Aisha had walked out of the cave and was cutting vegetables on a wooden stake.

"I'm a little hungry, so I want to cut the vegetables first so that I can cook directly when you come back."

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Ingrid rubbed her eyes vigorously, wondering if she had seen something wrong.

Aixia laughed: "You are not mistaken, and I am not dreaming. I just suddenly figured it out."

"Figured out?"

"Well, I can't die. I'm no longer a human being. I can't abandon Yelena and the others. And if I die, I won't be able to kill Pamir and avenge my dead companions."

That's it.

Ingrid immediately understood that it was Yelena and the others' behavior of joining in the hunger strike that hurt Aisha and forced her to cheer up.

All I heard was Aisha saying, "Violet, thank you for saving me."

Ingrid shook her head quickly: "It's nothing, don't worry about it, leave the cooking to me, I'm quite good at it."

Aixia did not refuse: "Then I will help you."

The two of them had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly, and soon made a hearty breakfast.

After that, Aisha went to call out Yelena and others who were still sleeping.

It was a noisy morning. Yelena and the others first shouted in surprise, then cheered. While eating breakfast, they also made all kinds of noises because of the fight for food.

It was also a warm morning. After the rain, the bright sunshine shone through the swaying branches and leaves, falling on Aisha's face, which looked a little haggard due to hunger for several days, and gradually dispelled the sadness lingering in the air.

A few days later, Aisha decided to take Yelena and the others to leave Vistapa and the southern city-states and go to the north of the Ocean Alliance to find the witch's home.

"What if I can't find it?"

"Then we will build one ourselves. It will be a home that is different from Gensokyo. We will accumulate strength there. One day we will return to Vistapa, to the land that gave birth to us. At that time, we will no longer be demons being chased by others."

There was a dazzling light in Aisha's eyes.

Even though it was driven by hatred, he finally found his goal, right?

Ingrid gradually felt relieved and decided to give Aisha a ride. She was going to Longshan Castle in the Ocean Alliance to find the location of Gensokyo anyway.

Aisha did not refuse.

In this way, they left the southern city-states, crossed the Ocean Alliance before the autumn storm came, and came to the less developed land in the north.

Aisha is not sure whether the home she wants is here. She just wants to try living here.

Build houses, cultivate farmland, raise livestock, find companions...

"I'll come visit you again after I return from Gensokyo," Ingrid promised.

Aisha smiled and nodded.

Her smile is very bright, like a sunflower that always follows the sun, which makes people happy.

Ingrid left, and when her figure disappeared at the end of the road, Aisha still had a smile on her face, but her bright eyes instantly lost their color, leaving only endless darkness.

There is no so-called understanding. There is only a witch who has struggled back from the abyss and vowed to drag the world into the abyss as well.

Aisha began to look for a way to destroy the world.

In October, a piece of news reached her ears.

The Pliana, which set sail from the Ocean Alliance's Pliana port at the beginning of the year, has finally returned.

The Pliana was the largest sea-going ship in the world to date. It set sail loaded with praise and hope, but returned in tatters with only one half-crazy crew member left on board.

The merchants of the Ocean Alliance took great pains to extract useful information from the half-crazy sailor.

The Pliana was originally scheduled to sail south, but halfway through the voyage, it encountered a severe storm and deviated from its original course.

The crew on the ship tried to correct the direction of the ship, but the storm was so terrible that no matter how hard they tried, they could only sail deep into the northeast of the ocean.

During this process, something terrible happened.

The Pliana sailed on the sea for more than two months, and finally, it reached the end of the world.

"the end of the world?"

When the merchants of the Ocean Alliance heard these words from the half-crazy crew member, they were all stunned. They had never thought that there would be such a place in the world.

But there is something interesting about the description of the half-crazy crew.

[It was a deep pit that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was shrouded in darkness, and the moon fell into the pit along with the seawater on all sides.]

The return journey of the sea and the moon, if that isn’t the end of the world, then what is?

Of course, the premise is that what this half-crazy crew member said is true.

According to the half-crazy crew member, the Pliana was sailing to the edge of the end of the world and was about to fall into a deep pit. Suddenly, a group of extremely strange-looking creatures emerged from the pit.

These creatures have orc or human heads, twisted upper bodies, and countless slippery tentacles growing from their lower bodies.

They call themselves the followers of the night. In the past, the day betrayed the night, causing the whole world to become corrupted. However, the night will eventually drown the corrupted day and return the world to its original peace.

After introducing themselves, they cordially invited the crew of the Pliana to join them in returning to the embrace of the night.

The crew of the Pliana had never seen such a scene before, and they were so scared that they turned around and fled.

But those servants of the night were so terrifying that they drove the crew of the Pliana into madness with just their singing.

In the black fog, the crazy crew members killed each other or jumped into the sea to commit suicide.

The half-crazy crewman was the winner who survived the fratricidal game to the end. When the sun rose, he returned to Pliana Port on the tattered Pliana.

The story spread from here.

Most people do not believe that this story is true. The story sounds good, but the sailor who tells the story is a man who will go crazy if he is stimulated a little, so his words are obviously not credible.

Moreover, the cost of verifying the truth of this story is too high. It takes two months to sail to the northeast. The northeast is so vast, who knows whether you can finally sail to the correct location.

[It is better to believe that I am the reincarnation of the Hero King than to believe him. 】

But after receiving the news, Aisha decided to give it a try.

She didn't care about night or day, she only knew that if the end of the world really existed, she might be able to find a way to destroy the world from those followers of darkness.

Aisha found a ship and, with the help of crystal magic, she sailed towards the northeast.

More than a month later, she arrived at the whirlpool where Kranos lived at a much faster speed than expected.

That day, the moonlight was looming in the mist, the ship was swaying with the waves, and Aisha, standing on the bow, heard an unprecedented ethereal and beautiful song.

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When the sea fog rises, when the moonlight shines, and when the singing lingers, Aisha's sight moves with the flowing sea water, passing the dots of moon reflected in the sea, and finally landing on the sea cliff that is rushing down.

slam-la-

The rapids rolled up waves, which dispersed into water mist, and along with the hazy moonlight, they fell into the abyss.

Aixia held her breath. Wasn't the scene that slowly unfolded before her eyes exactly the same as what the half-crazy crewman had described?

Successful.

She succeeded.

After traveling on the sea for a month and a half, she finally arrived at the place where her soul belonged.

Aisha supported the railing of the ship with both hands and leaned out unconsciously.

She tried to see the abyss in the distance that swallowed up the sea water, but all she saw was the thick, inky darkness.

The darkness had no boundaries and was not disturbed by any light. If one looked at it for a little longer, it seemed to take in one's soul.

Aisha dared to conclude that this was no ordinary night.

As for whether it is the end of the world or not, that is not important; what matters is that it really exists.

Then, the followers of the night mentioned by the half-crazy crew member, and the god of night who is both the source of the world and the return of the world, may also be real.

Great.

She hesitated for a long time before going out to sea.

After encountering a black storm at sea, she deeply regretted her rash decision to go out to sea.