Chapter 54: Erasing history

The energy gathered from the power of all witches suddenly descended upon Green, almost crushing him completely.

It was a pain that could not be described in words.

No, it couldn’t even be called pain—it was pure annihilation.

No one could survive under such power.

But, whether by luck or misfortune, Green was no ordinary man.

“Is it the Soul Potion Sophie gave me?”

His soul, which should have been completely shattered, remained intact. After pondering for a moment, Green immediately deduced the reason, and a faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“Using pollution to block out the holy light? Clever, indeed. Too bad you just shot yourself in the foot.”

He opened his eyes and looked around, finding that the hall before him had become vague and unclear.

Rustle, rustle!

Chilling winds howled, and no light could be seen.

There was no time, no space, no emotion—only an expanse of emptiness.

The World of the Witches.

Green had been here before.

“But last time, it was only the power of a single Wandering Witch. This time, I’ve absorbed the power of all witches at once.”

Buzz.

An immense tide of memories surged back and forth within Green’s mind.

The Ageless Witch’s memories, from the very first End Witch—despair, fear, death, betrayal, sorrow, plague…

Countless negative emotions, endless painful memories, all descended upon Green at once.

He was almost unable to breathe.

But.

Green still stood tall, never bowing his head in submission.

At the very moment his consciousness was about to collapse, countless images surfaced in his mind.

Sophie, looking at him with suspicion atop the pyre; Sophie, moved while listening to his ridiculous dreams in the lord’s manor; Sophie, finally accepting her witch identity and sharing her fate with him.

The first time he saw Mary, too timid to speak; Mary, always clamoring for sweets; Mary, trembling with fear before the mob, yet still standing up to defend Sophie and himself; Mary, grown up and diligently assisting Sophie in her research.

And all the other people he had met in this life.

Jessica, who clung to justice and nearly went astray because of it.

Brown, who once strictly followed class principles, only to quietly change in the end.

Miss Betty, the elf, always sending miraculous medicines to prolong his life.

And all the others he had known.

All those encounters, for better or worse, with their vivid memories, gradually brought his consciousness back.

Like a lighthouse found in the vast sea, guiding a wandering traveler home.

Home.

“They all say witches are destined to be alone,” Green said softly, “but I’ve proven that’s not true, haven’t I?”

He looked up and faintly saw the very first witch.

End.

“So, you’re still alive.” The End Witch’s true form looked almost identical to the High Priestess, yet there was a subtle difference.

“So, what exactly are you?” Green asked.

“A higher-dimensional life? An evil deity from the star realm?”

Green’s voice carried a hint of probing curiosity.

Ordinarily, he might have been terrified in this situation.

After all, through the countless memories of generations of witches just now, he had already confirmed that the so-called End truly was an irresistible existence.

Omniscient, omnipotent.

Supreme.

If that being wanted to, it really could erase him with ease.

But Green truly wasn’t afraid of death.

In the real world, he was meek and cautious.

But in this simulated life?

Heh.

“Looks like you really aren’t afraid to die.”

The End Witch’s gaze was a little strange. She didn’t answer Green’s earlier question, only pondering for a moment before sighing leisurely.

“Even after personally experiencing such pain, you still retain your consciousness, drifting in boundless darkness.”

“You can’t see, can’t touch, have no senses, yet ‘you’ as an existence still persist.”

The End Witch sighed. “But I’ve found your weakness after all, Green.”

This time, the End Witch didn’t refer to him as “mortal.”

“Relying on love—for your friends and family, for everything in this world—you resisted the despair of death.” The End Witch asked quietly, “Then, can you accept the inevitable demise this world will face?”

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

Gusts of chilling wind swept in, instantly shrouding everything Green could see. Under the blanket of dark clouds, a blood-red light continued to spread.

“This is the Blood Moon that poor fool spoke of after you deceived her?”

With the High Priestess’s memories inherited, Green’s eyes flickered slightly.

“You deceived her.”

Green stroked his chin.

“I did not. I truly could help you humans—no, the whole world survive that crisis.”

The End Witch insisted, “She made a wish to me for humanity to be respected, so I granted her divine grace and helped her develop a Magic System that humans could study.”

As if feeling wronged, the End Witch continued, her voice almost sobbing, “After she gained infinite knowledge, she realized the world was doomed to perish, so she wanted me to find a way to prolong its existence.”

“So, I gave her one.”

The End Witch’s gaze grew distant. “That pollution source beyond the star realm has no consciousness. It’s like your so-called holy light—just a being that runs according to fixed laws.”

“So as long as you actively change the world’s fundamental laws to perfectly match that pollution source’s narrative, the world can continue to exist.”

The End Witch sounded both mocking and helpless as she explained.

So that’s how it was.

Green understood.

Soaking in endless knowledge, Green knew deeply that what she said was not false—it just… didn’t matter.

“Indeed, as long as I commit suicide, I can’t be killed by anyone else.”

Green put it in plain words, “After all, you can’t kill someone who’s already dead.”

The logic was painfully obvious.

This world had been terminally ill for a long time.

Endless winter, drought, disaster, the unfathomable holy light, the polluted World Tree…

“All the work of you, the End Witch.”

The High Priestess’s words weren’t slander.

All tragedies stemmed from the witch—specifically, the one who worked with her.

Green hit the nail on the head: “You overturned this world yourself, so there’s no need to fear that pollution source beyond the stars anymore.”

“This is how the world continues, though it’s not what you mortals would wish for.”

The End Witch spoke calmly, as if she were only talking about going to the market to buy vegetables.

“Since you’ve absorbed all the power of the witches, Green, all you can do now is repeat the High Priestess’s method.”

The End Witch gently persuaded him, “Don’t you want to protect this world?”

So that’s it.

That’s why all the witch powers had to be collected, why other races had to be conquered—was it all for the Blood Moon’s arrival?

“But you’re mistaken about one thing,” Green said coolly, “To protect the world, first you must protect the real world, not something already twisted beyond recognition.”

Green turned his head resolutely.

“Wait, where are you going?” the End Witch called out, “You’ve already absorbed all the witches’ power—if you want to talk about distortion, you’re the greatest source now!”

“That’s true.”

Green’s steps were firm.

“In that case, as long as I die, won’t everything be resolved?”

He calmly walked out of the End Witch’s sight.

“No, wait!” The End Witch seemed to realize something, her whole expression changing dramatically, “You, you’re going to… commit suicide?”

“The High Priestess disguised you as the so-called God of Light, then.”

Already having come up with a plan, Green said, “Then let me play a brand new deity. I’ll just call myself…”

A sudden grin broke out on Green’s face.

“The God of Justice, Camdo?”

The Fallen Deity.

The very one he’d most admired in his past life, whose legacy Alice inherited.

The teachings were all ready-made.

Before his soul and consciousness collapsed, he would fuse all the twisted powers and the pollution source beyond the stars into one—and then… erase it all.

I’ll kill myself.

Deicide.

Boom—

The world of darkness collapsed instantly, and Green returned to reality.

“What just happened?”

“High Priestess, and the Blood Moon…”

Looking at the crowd, still in shock and confusion, Green unhesitatingly raised his hand.

Forget!

Whoosh—

Everyone present immediately fell into bewilderment.

Having inherited the power of countless witches, Green could naturally use that power—such as Wandering Power.

Now the greatest source of pollution, the fewer people knew of Green’s existence, the safer this world would be.

It was a pity he wouldn’t go down in history, but then… wasn’t this all just a simulated life, anyway?

Green had nothing to regret.

So, he swept his gaze over those familiar faces, and let out a deep sigh.

“Forget about me.”

Green spoke thus.

Boom!

Wandering Power instantly enveloped everything.

People everywhere forgot the hero who once led them to prosperity and greatness.

Except for…

A scant few.

“Brother Green, what’s going on?” Mary looked at the scene before her in shock.

“High Priestess…” Jessica looked at the departed High Priestess, her expression complicated.

“My Lord.” Mr. Brown’s face was grim, as if he understood something.

“Everyone, we’re going to have our hands full.”

Green let out a chuckle.

“Huh? Sister Sophie, why is she—why is she just like everyone else?”

Mary looked at her master, Sophie, sleeping soundly beside Green, her eyes wide in confusion.

Green didn’t answer.

Looking at the love of his life, Green felt endless reluctance in his heart, but he still forced a smile.

“No reason. The new leader of Hope’s Land doesn’t need to remember so many unnecessary truths.”

He gazed deeply at Sophie, then solemnly spoke to those before him.

“Our situation is very dangerous right now.”

He got straight to the point, “But for humanity, for the world, I need your help.”

Deicide, an achievement mortals could never accomplish.

But what if the god cooperated willingly?