Chapter 414: Failure, Not Sticking the Face
Feeling this familiar summoning and teleportation sensation for the third time, I was getting somewhat used to it.
Compared to this self-summoning spell, I remembered that I had another teleportation summoning spell which could even transport someone else. However, that spell couldn’t be used on myself and definitely couldn’t traverse the realms of the void like this other one.
I anticipated arriving at some secluded villa where I could leisurely study that world’s plant technology, hoping for some inspiration. Who knew what Qiu Ruxin was up to at the moment.
After all, it must be rather boring in an empty villa. Just like how I felt empty inside after Sister Bai left me behind, even though the entire Witch Academy seemed populated.
If the Real Protection Association dared to mess with Qiu Ruxin, I wouldn’t mind showing them what true cruelty means.
As my form materialized in the mini world, the scene before me became clearer. I waved my hand, breaking the final barrier between this world and mine, thoroughly entering this new reality.
Scanning the area, my expectant smile slowly froze. This wasn’t the villa I expected; it looked more like a desolate wasteland, old buildings standing lifelessly around.
Rundown, decrepit streets and countless people… Each pair of eyes fixed on me with a mix of shock and disbelief, some with curiosity or caution, and others practically drooling in lust.
All those gazes converged on me. I have to say, they gave me quite a show right from the start…
After the initial shock passed, my mood stabilized. I casually glanced around until I noticed Qiu Ruxin’s form not too far behind me.
“Esteemed Catastrophe Witch Lady, allow me to introduce myself—Ri Jifu…” stated a man.
Qiu Ruxin was in quite a state; she lay on the ground, holding a bleeding wound close to her chest while tremors racked her body. She appeared pained and vulnerable.
“I think our partnership would be mutually beneficial. We acknowledge your impressive abilities and your travels through the void…”
I turned to examine her injuries, which were mitigated by the pain-reducing Five-Senses Weakening spell. bl**d Healing activated, quickly repairing her wounds. Unfortunately, I only had bl**d Healing at my disposal.
“Catastrophe Witch Lady, we’re very sincere in our invitation to explore this world’s secrets together…”
“Are you a special player?” After casting a protective barrier over her, I turned toward the chatty fellow who had just mentioned exploring the world’s secrets—a task not usually associated with the excavators I’d previously encountered. He was probably a “main quest” player.
My question caught everyone off guard, yet not so much as I had imagined. Clearly, many others had also noticed their players being pointed out.
“Indeed! We’re %&!” he replied, grinning.
Though, when he said “player,” his voice was oddly muffled.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
He was under immense pressure, but if the Catastrophe Witch was addressing him directly, it was his golden opportunity!
“I want to know how Ruxin wound up like this. Who did this to her—you, them, or…everyone?” My voice hardened with cold rage.
Never had I felt such a desire to cut down everyone indiscriminately.
A wave of murderous intent washed over the crowd, causing the front row to instinctively step back, afraid of sudden harm.
But fear of d*ath had nothing to do with it—they feared losing their chance to revel in the game’s final festivities.
No one answered, but I already knew: whoever did this, they were all players and would have no empathy for these people. It’s a world of no right or wrong, only different stances.
I didn’t mind stepping into this conflict and dousing their arrogance.
Frustration boiled within me, a clash of plans versus reality creating a bitter taste.
It was clear I couldn’t let this inner turmoil continue; it would only be destructive to myself. So instead, I’d channel that energy elsewhere.
Naturally, the best move now would be to leave immediately, watching them squirm. Curious about the world’s tolerance for the excavators and their laissez-faire attitude.
Yet, my emotions were stirred, and letting out this rage was part of mastering one’s feelings.
Ignoring their reactions, I picked up Ruxin. As I did, I noticed another badly injured excavator nearby. Unrecognized, he pleaded for help.
I passed him by, guessing he was Real Protection Association; no way would I save him.
Their leader’s information promised to share has gone unfulfilled, leaving me clueless about their world.
Why trust them? And anyway, his role in protecting Ruxin meant he chose the wrong side and wasted his efforts.
For them, it’s all just a game… but for me and Ruxin, it’s real.
“Time to leave the chaos,” I murmured.
Nobody understood, but before they did, a space portal opened, swallowing me whole.
“d*mn it… Don’t go!”
Some tried to stop me, but it was futile.
Many were livid. They saw this hidden character’s exit as a cruel joke, wasting precious time.
Game accounts mean a lot; they’re akin to job interviews. Some invested heavily for access.
Lost treasure. Lost time. The Real Protection folk logged off. With little worth, they might as well start anew.
No one knew their true identities; they could rejoin the fray.
Across from us, atop a building, two figures emerged.
Me and Ruxin.
She was almost healed, just lingering phantom pain from healing so fast. No need to hold her any longer.
“Sorry… Sister Xiaohan… If not…”
“You don’t need to apologize. These things happen. Tell me about the last few days,” I interrupted her self-blame.
“Sure…” She nodded, testing her restored body. The pain was mostly gone.
“In my absence, I stayed in the villa, until that person from the Real Protection Association came to take me away.”
Later, she realized the villa had been destroyed shortly after she left. She escaped with the Real Protection group.
Every hideout she found was discovered within days, forcing endless relocations.
“How often were you discovered?” I asked, intrigued.
My Spirit Vision sensed something unusual. Yanking off a hidden tracking device.
“Where did you get this cloak?”
“It was prepared by the Real Protection,” she revealed, understanding its purpose.
The Real Protection Association was as useless as a sieve, knowing little of their own world’s secrets.
They can’t be trusted.
Atop the building, I watched the commotion below. Some tracked my signal here. But I didn’t mind.
This farce isn’t ending anytime soon.
The ones who annoyed me wouldn’t be spared. Delayed revenge would still sting.
Leaving abruptly was a ruse for now.
Their greatest mistake was summoning me without immediately dealing the finishing blow.
That would’ve been their only chance to strike.
Prepare to face the fury!
Ruxin began recounting her ordeal, detailing her suffering. Now, everything ends.
I began assessing my own strengths.
My expertise was in basic elemental spells and variants, but they weren’t suited for wide-scale battles.
I eyed the “Fire Rain Spellbook.” Casting it here would likely incinerate Lanas Island.
I cared not for the island but for the “Wanlian Main Network Tree,” its survival at stake.
Its significance eludes me, but I can’t risk burning it in a fire rain.
I studied this world’s plant technology and its “Plant Network.”
“Dark Legion Summoning Spell… I’ve used it a few times, quite effective. Without diminishing effects, how will it change the landscape in this world?”
