Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 230 - 204 Power Unification

Chapter 230: Chapter 204 Power Unification

Farosa closed the room where Sally was cocooning, ensuring that no one else would interfere.

Considering the Rat Witch might have obtained great power, Farosa was both astonished and somewhat repulsed.

In Farosa’s view, Sally cheaply harvested the Ratmen’s faith, acting like a thief squeezing out ideals; everything about her seemed fake.

Power and wisdom must be pure, the result of personal accumulation, not the projection of an external force.

Now that Sally had touched the realm of godhood before her, Farosa felt a deep imbalance. On one hand, she wanted to transform into a deity just like Sally, but on the other, she was constrained by a lack of resources.

What’s more critical was that the underwater expedition had drained Farosa of her energy, and she had to rest properly for a while.

Xu Yang escorted her back to the secret chamber; she was silent along the way, her steps unusually heavy. Xu Yang could roughly deduce Farosa’s state of mind. She was a proud person who couldn’t tolerate having someone stronger than her in her sight. The Rat Witch’s transformation had already touched a nerve.

"There’s no need to be hasty," he said. "You have to give yourself some time."

"It has nothing to do with whether I’m anxious or not, it’s like racing against a monster," Farosa replied. "If you run slowly, you’ll be caught and eaten; there’s no room for compromise."

She felt far from strong enough.

"Yet, you must also act according to the circumstances," Xu Yang persuaded. "If you want to rest, then rest well; don’t let other things occupy your energy."

Despite her preoccupations, Farosa accepted Xu Yang’s advice. Worrying was useless. What she needed most now was to fully recover herself through a prolonged sleep.

Farosa looked toward the black door of the secret chamber, pushed it open, lay down flat, with her hands folded on her chest.

"This is a serious sleeping phase," Farosa said. "I’ll probably sleep for 30 hours. During this period, you must protect this room well and not let anyone barge in."

"Of course," Xu Yang nodded. "Just sleep well for a day and a half, or two days. Don’t worry about anything else; we will take care of it."

Farosa spoke no more; she closed her eyes and listened as Xu Yang’s footsteps gradually receded.

In the dark secret chamber, she felt an extra sense of security. This was a safe place, devoid of any evil forces lurking. She could fully invest herself in her further evolution.

The first was the Ocean Divine Power. Her control over this divine power became more skilled, not only dictating the tides but now even further governing matters related to the ocean, such as storms and sudden downpours, which gradually succumbed to Farosa. She grew proficient, and after conducting the Seven Witches’ Ritual, she would be basically able to inherit the deities’ control over seawater.

Once the Ocean Divine Power ran amok, it would create related marks on the surface of Farosa’s body, her skin turning into flexible spiny leather, webs growing between her fingers, her face in agonizing pain as she began to grow gills. These traits made Farosa feel creepy, so she stored them deep within her soul.

Then came the power jewel that Yan Duo had given to Farosa. She took out the jewel from her bosom, devoured the power within, and the Solar Divine Power gradually infused her body. This divine power was related to sunlight, capable of easily creating rays of light.

She emitted sunlight at her fingertips, illuminating the secret chamber. The glaring light danced before her eyes.

The sun... so warm, so scorching. Perhaps because the sun itself is an abundant and fiery existence, Yan Duo came across as so generous, so kind. However, because of this mismatch in personality, Farosa believed she couldn’t use the sun properly, only as an auxiliary method.

Finally, there was the message from the Mystic.

"The liar" Mack was said to have given Yan Duo a heads-up before the battle, allowing Yan Duo to make some preparations before Dilnai’s arrival.

The Mystic was known for lying and causing trouble, resembling a cat, and in many ways, was similar to Farosa.

When Farosa fled the Taixi Continent, she had contact with Mack. Her mental strength was able to establish a subtle connection, and now Farosa reactivated this faint link, quickly making contact with the distant Mack.

"Tinkle." Mack emitted a tinkling sound, its form like a puff of smoke, hovering uncertainly in front of Farosa, signifying it had successfully established a connection with her.

"What do you intend to do, liar?" Farosa asked coldly.

Mystics naturally vie for the Throne of God, which is the premise of everything. Mystics have basically reached the limits of their respective powers, only a step away from the realm of gods. They have become too powerful and after living for tens of thousands of years, they have no other pursuits. The struggle for the Throne of God is their ultimate goal.

Therefore, Farosa would not trust other Mystics. In fact, she thought the best fate for them was to be devoured by her.

"Here’s the thing," Mack said softly, "I’m being hunted."

Unlike the previous communication with the Forest Master using the Golden Branch, without the assistance of related Divine Power artifacts, the communication was very weak, and Mack’s voice sounded erratic. Farosa sat up to listen carefully to Mack’s voice.

"Who wants to harm you?" Farosa asked.

"Actually," Mack explained, "ever since the world entered the corporate era, I’ve been working at a newspaper agency as a journalist."

"You are really boring," Farosa said.

"Quite interesting, actually," Mack’s phantom flickered continuously, "the others at the newspaper gradually noticed there was a cat that couldn’t be chased away, and that occasionally brought in scoops. They liked me at first, until a recent group discovered I had lived for over a hundred years, to their astonishment."

"In the era dominated by the Corporate Alliance, you would have been caught by expert cat catchers already," Farosa said with a cold smirk.

"Precisely, precisely," Mack agreed, "so I ran away. I am now on the streets of Constantinian, homeless, even the coffee shops are shunning me. And you know, other Mystics are awakening, I feel my life is in danger."

"Taixi Continent is home to the most Mystics," Farosa thought to herself. The Old Taixi Continent, in essence, was synonymous with mystique, and humans only started companies after sailing to New Taixi State.

"Exactly," Mack hurriedly said, "just look at what Taixi Continent will become, filled with warlike spear carriers, bloodthirsty beasts, Ice Giants, and Goddesses of love and beauty. The small Taixi Continent is now crammed with Mystics... What should I do?"

"What’s that got to do with me?"

"Well... I was thinking, I’d like to boldly request your protection," Mack said, "You see, having a little cat that can bring back clues by your side isn’t risky at all. If you want to help, you’ll need to do so quickly, before Taixi Continent closes its flights abroad and I can still buy a plane ticket to leave early."

"Who knows if you will cause me trouble," Farosa said contemptuously, "Don’t contact me again."

"Oh, how cruel," Mack said with apparent distress but in a light tone, "I remember the last place you appeared was in the Archipelago Continent, so to the Archipelago Continent I shall go. I’ve heard people there are kinder to cats."

"Then come to the Archipelago Continent, but the moment you appear in my sight, I will kill you," Farosa chuckled lightly, "Farewell, then."

"Farewell." The phantom of Mack disappeared.

The swindler Mack, a silver shaded cat from the Taixi Continent, Farosa mused. It definitely wouldn’t behave as obediently as it claimed, most likely harboring ill-intent.

Having rejected Mack’s request, Farosa closed her eyes and officially entered into deep sleep, fully resting to clear all fatigue and stress brought by the underwater expedition, determined not to carry them into the next event.

Meanwhile, Mack got up in a small hotel room, hopped onto the radiator, and looked out at the tense situation in Constantinian.

Through the towering city walls and crisscrossing buildings, a fleet of White Shuttles was diving at low altitude, ruthlessly dropping large quantities of smoke bombs, tear gas, and anesthesia agents to drive away the people in the streets.

The unemployed masses had gathered in excessive numbers, attempting to defy order, and the corporations had to strike hard to discipline them. The rebels below continued to fire at the aerial killing machines, trying to resist these heartless metals.

This was the fourth conflict Mack had witnessed this week, and some level of Fury was shaking the entire city, with new bloodshed happening every day.

Mack believed that once it left, the city would return to peace. After all, it had secretly instigated these four uprisings.

It wrapped its accumulated belongings in a black cloth, tied it around its soft waist, pushed up the window with its paw, wriggled out through the gap underneath, and planned to run along the pipes to the airport, sneak onto a flight, and head straight for the Archipelago Continent.

Hoping for delicious rats there.