Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 104 - 104 87 Smash the Throne of God

104: Chapter 87: Smash the Throne of God 104: Chapter 87: Smash the Throne of God I considered myself fortunate to witness humanity’s collective endeavor and unity, and I would die without regrets.

Accordingly, a massive flood of inquiries also poured in from all over.

“Yes, yes,” the Head of Monitoring responded to hundreds of questions on the screens, his face resolute, “We will spare no expense.”

“Has the moment we teeter on the brink of collapse finally come?” Joe Cardo, the chairman of the Iris Group, displayed a deeply troubled expression, “Our beloved homeland is about to turn to ashes in a ferocious fire?

I don’t want this to happen.”

“We will win,” the Head of Monitoring nodded emphatically, “We are no longer what we used to be.”

“We must consider the fundamental issues now,” Zhan Sicheng from the Kyushu High Pavilion said with furrowed brows, “Such a significant order has been issued so suddenly, and yet we still do not know where it originated.”

“Kyoto Infinity,” the Head of Monitoring identified, “It all started there.”

“An investigation is still necessary,” Takahashi Nozomi, a board member of Kyoto Infinity, said with a serious tone, “So far, there has been no investigation into unusual increases in magic power within the jurisdiction of our company.

Should we check the magic power readings again?”

The Head of Monitoring looked back at the previous monitoring panel to see that the “Razor” AI had already gone offline, and the screen displayed a calm and peaceful scene.

Huh?

What about the big red dots from before?

The massive red spots like asteroid impacts?

They had disappeared abruptly.

The communication channel was still being flooded with messages, as major corporations repeatedly inquired about the crisis’s source, questioning whether everything had been altered by the Reality Manipulator, a plethora of encryption keys and confirmation codes continuously exchanged, with the rate of world line variation being checked ten thousand times per second, fearful that the world had completely transformed without their knowledge, with the stratagems of the Reality Manipulator beyond all prevention.

A squad of armed personnel from the Lighthouse Core entered the monitoring room, all clad in precision-engineered, high-tech advanced single combat armor that combined the solidity of power armor with the convenience of nano armor.

Pristine white, the soldiers in such armaments seemed like gods descending from the heavens.

They instinctively wanted to guard the fate of the world and looked up only to see the magic power readings utterly tranquil.

The “Razor” AI had detected the disappearance of the unusual readings immediately, fearing it would be dismantled by humans, it immediately started to correct its mistake and resumed operation.

“Running secondary diagnostics…

Diagnostic result: Magic power readings completely normal.

Probability of false alarm: 99.99%.” The “Razor” issued a statement, “Recommendation: Immediate shutdown of this system for maintenance to fix this flaw, at least 48 hours.

According to established rules, this order of magnitude is considered a measurement error.”

“—To hell with that!” the Head of Monitoring almost went mad, “A false alarm?”

“This is the limitation of humans,” said a Lighthouse soldier to a companion, “But we can only understand.

After all, considering their family backgrounds, their upbringing…”

The Head of Monitoring felt tingles on his scalp as he looked back at the faces staring at him from the screens, feeling utterly cold from head to toe, suddenly not sensing most of his body, as if he had been paralyzed instantaneously.

“We will never trust the Corporate Alliance again,” Joe Cardo was the first to turn off the screen and go offline.

“Farewell.”

“I hope you know how much loss the Corporate Alliance has brought to the whole world this time.”

“Corporate Alliance…”

“The situation did not originate from Kyoto Infinity, I guarantee it,” Takahashi Nozomi quickly disassociated his company’s sector from the issue, as Kyoto Infinity already had countless troubles, “Please be aware, since the magic power reading itself was a false report, we will not acknowledge any of the Corporate Alliance’s accusations.”

“…” One by one, the screens went dark.

The Head of Monitoring blacked out, passing out just like the dead machines.

At the same time, the global market began to collapse due to the chaos of those few minutes, as so many large corporations had abruptly changed their production plans, the impact on the world was extremely shocking.

Meanwhile, at Suzuki Springs.

After devouring the power of a god, Farosa, initially thrilled, swiftly concealed her surging magic power.

She had learned the secret arts of concealment, which was how she managed to escape the Witch Council after harming the god.

She leaned against the bones of the god, now picked clean, and feasted on the meat scraps that clung to it.

As she introspected the three brand-new powers she possessed, Farosa felt the path before her becoming increasingly open.

Once pretending to be the most loyal servant of the god, privy to knowledge even the Ancient Mystics weren’t familiar with, only Farosa was the rightful heir.

After devouring the god, the powers that once belonged to it were now hers.

Having worked beside the god, she had seen firsthand how to wield these powers, thus she used them with ease.

The first power was “Elevate Witch,” which assisted witches in touching the Galaxy and greatly expanding their strength.

It was a capability the god had developed to win over the witches, now under Farosa’s control, giving her confidence in future recruitment and sway over the witches.

The second power was “Control the Sea.” The god’s true form was the vast ocean, and Farosa now had the partial ability to manipulate sea water.

The Archipelago Continent, consisting of many fragmented islands in the midst of the sea, was familiar with the god using tsunamis to intimidate the ignorant masses.

Perhaps she could utilize this in the new era.

The third power was “Throne of God,” also the most mysterious of all.

The Ancient Mystics and external races once battled for the Throne of God, the right to ascension.

However, in the end, only “the god” emerged victorious, claimed the seat, monopolized the title, and prevented other powerful beings from ascending, limiting them to eternally covet the divine position without the chance to touch it, forcing them to concede as lesser gods.

To defeat corporations, become the Queen of Witches, and the ruler of the world, working alone simply wouldn’t suffice.

Based on the information acquired so far, the corporations had ample reserves and were too formidable to face head-on.

She had to use the Throne of God to tempt the Ancient Mystics out of hiding, to fight the major corporations for her and test their strength.

Farosa closed her eyes and ascended to the Throne of God within the world of heightened senses.

Everything was so clear from here…

The Ancient Mystics coveted the Throne of God upon which Farosa sat.

They emerged one by one from dreams, domains, and the boundaries they had erected, and gathered around Farosa.

“It must be painful,” Farosa whispered softly, “All of you, so very painful…

To be idle for a thousand years, that carcass still squatting on the Throne of God, while you lacked the right to touch it, one by one you retreated…

I can’t read your legends, I can’t hear your stories; you’ve lost the right to be heard.”

The Ancient Mystics and the races from beyond fixed their gaze on Farosa; indeed, they had not spoken in a long time.

They had been hunted and observed by humans for a lengthy period, eventually forced to hide, not wanting to waste energy on meaningless conflicts.

With the carcass of the old god occupying the Throne, they could never become new gods, even with their utmost effort, which would only benefit other beings of equivalent power.

Their sole pursuit was divinity.

“…It was we who showed you how to act…” Aslimos, wielding a long spear, spoke up, “We forged the weapon for you that could slay a god, but you fled…

You hid and slept for a thousand years…

What laziness…

What cowardice!

Making us wait through the ages!

You should have devoured it completely long ago!”

“A thousand years is but a swift turn of the pages of time.” Farosa mocked, “Me standing before you means I’ve found hope for you, prepared a better future for you.”

“A future irradiated by satellites?” Lunar Fire Mond spoke in irritation, “Every night the sky is filled with tens of thousands of cameras, directed at my body and the children in my chambers, endlessly snapping photos.

Yet the faithful who truly worshiped me have had their wills obscured and their offerings to me disbanded.

Even more, their children have been kidnapped by corporate schools and brainwashed into workers who know nothing but labor, dulling my claws, weakening my breath!

Thankfully, Suzukawa Kiyo has some conscience; although she devoured my worshipers, she parts with her Dewdrops for me, so I’m not parched to death.”

“I know you have but one goal: to become new gods.” Farosa caressed the Throne of God beneath her, “But this seat has been defiled by that dead thing; it’s lost the power to make you gods.

And you, bound by ancient restraints, cannot touch or claim this seat…”

“Smash it,” Lunar Fire Mond narrowed his eyes, “Break it swiftly…

Farosa de Aquilia, and then we can forge a new Throne of God.”

“I can shatter it,” Farosa promised, “The Throne of God means nothing to witches; we tread a different path.

Therefore, I’m willing to destroy the old Throne and use its remains to assemble a new seat for one of you to become the next era’s ‘god,’ but only if you agree to one thing for me.”

All Ancient Mystics heightened their attention, even those who had not spoken, waiting for Farosa’s next words.

“I need you to destroy half of the giant corporations—” Farosa whispered, “No matter how you do it, I want to see half of the world’s giant corporations gone!

Then I’ll destroy the Throne of God in my hands and give the fragments to the one among you who contributes most, who kills most, who gives most!”

The Ancient Mystics pondered in silence.

Most of them had lost much of their strength over the long ages.

Farosa, having devoured a god, was an entity they could converse with as equals.

Moreover, as the devourer and heir of the old god, she alone had the right and power to destroy the Throne itself.

This proposal tempted them.

Farosa was patient.

The Ancient Mystics were all ambitious but had merely failed in their initial competition.

Now, it was time to unleash the desires suppressed for a millennium.

This dilapidated chair was of no help on her path to divinity; it was valuable only to these ancient beings—a heavy bargaining chip.

Corporations, humans, Ancient Mystics, external races, let them all slaughter each other!

Let the rivers run red with blood!

And when people awaken from their dreams, the old order will no longer exist!