Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 785 - 650: Restrictive Measures_2

Chapter 785: Chapter 650: Restrictive Measures_2

We need more powerful and effective materials to put a god under anesthesia and into sleep. There must be a way to make Farosa lie on the ground and let Lila manipulate her.

Lila’s drone left Hill A.

It flew upwards, approaching Farosa’s luxurious "Millennium" shuttle machine.

"Open the door," Lila requested.

Little Fool was sitting in her seat drinking hot water. Hearing the noise, she quickly set down her cup and jumped to the door, pulling it open with all her might.

The cold wind and the drone poured in together.

"Hello, Xu Cheng," the drone landed in front of Little Fool.

Little Fool watched the oval-shaped little drone. She was initially nervous until it transmitted Lila’s voice. She kissed the camera to show friendliness.

"Do you know secret script?" Lila remembered Little Fool was talented.

Little Fool nodded vigorously, showing her primer for learning secret script to the drone.

Lila’s drone extended a mechanical arm, intending to take the primer, but Little Fool grabbed it and waved her hand in front of its lens.

"Quack."

"Name your price," Lila decided to pay.

"Here, here..." Little Fool gestured to her own body, from hand to foot.

"You want your own Witch Armor?" Lila figured out Little Fool’s intention.

"Yes!" Little Fool wanted to fly too, to become a fully armed little superhero. She could have her own close-combat weapons and her own little pistol.

"I’ll figure it out. For now, give me the file so that we can deal with Farosa."

"You’re going to destroy her?" Little Fool asked.

"In the most extreme scenarios, Farosa could become uncontrollable in our hands," Lila said.

"Quack." Little Fool imagined that scenario, like an apocalypse. People kept dying and then regenerating, a party of flesh pieces, corpses talking.

"You understand the risks. So we must figure out a way to control Farosa. I’ve been consciously monitoring her since we first met, and now we need to upgrade these measures to better adapt to new circumstances and to better ensure the master’s safety," Lila said.

"But you have to work, how can you monitor in real-time?" Little Fool didn’t understand.

"All files can have copies," Lila’s drone finished scanning the primer and then left the Millennium.

Little Fool resealed the hatch.

"Things get weird when Dad isn’t here," Little Fool said to Snowball.

"Woof," Snowball lay on the ground.

Little Fool pondered silently.

Without power, nothing can be achieved. You become a toy for others, a supporting character in someone else’s story.

Farosa is really scary. Unless you become stronger than her, otherwise...

Little Fool felt Snowball slip away from under her feet and turned her head to see that Farosa had appeared inside the cabin without her knowing.

She still wore her holy garments and noble accessories, but they looked terrifying in Little Fool’s eyes.

"Let’s go," Farosa smiled at Little Fool, who was now too frightened to speak.

Farosa’s expression was dreamy and ethereal.

Little Fool associated the look with finding a new toy, much like the expression that appeared on her face whenever Xu Yang brought back a new toy.

"Have I found a new toy? Yes, I have." Farosa settled in her original seat, hands stacked upon her knees.

It was too wicked, telepathy. If she could read one’s own thoughts, then there was no need to speak anymore, thinking would suffice. Little Fool thought to herself.

"Yes, you can rely on your thoughts, my sister." Farosa agreed, looking at Little Fool with gentle eyes.

Little Fool became more and more similar to the girl in Farosa’s memories, with bright eyes and long black hair. They had once sat by the riverbank, braiding each other’s hair.

"I’m not your sister." Little Fool couldn’t help but emphasize out loud.

"But you are a good child, a good friend, a little friend of not yet eight years old. You can be my mirror, reflecting my wisdom from within." Farosa caressed Little Fool’s hair.

Little Fool pinched her fingers in frustration. This was to suggest she was dumb, wasn’t it?

After a five-hour voyage, Millennium returned to Shangjing.

Farosa, with her materials gathered, came to the black chamber on the subterranean level of Nestor Headquarters and passed through the great door in search of the ancient prisoner.

The captive ancient being was still shackled at the very bottom of Nestor Headquarters, bearing the weight of the entire heavy structure on his back, his body impaled by three spears made of Night Silver from various angles.

His punishment was meticulously designed, resembling some ancient ritual, and he was the eternal offering.

"Staying here must be very lonely." Farosa conversed with the male ancient being in Secret Script.

He still remembered how Farosa had insulted him the first time she came, so he remained silent.

"I’m going to show you your companion..." Farosa held a projector, from which she displayed images of the female ancient being torn apart and destroyed on the ground.

The male ancient being’s tired and pained expression changed in an instant, his eyes bloodshot. His physique was large and unlike that of ordinary humans; his rage seemed to surpass that of a normal person.

When he saw the Black Bow near the dismembered body, his body struggled even more fiercely, chains rattling, every inch of muscle he could muster tensely coiled.

Farosa looked on at the male ancient being expressionlessly, her fingers slowly sliding the screen, switching to another live-recorded image.

The female ancient being was confined in a containment room with all walls, including the floor, made of impact-absorbing air cushions. She roamed despairingly within the room with nowhere to go, no strategy to devise.

The male ancient being stretched his neck and limbs forward vigorously, so forcefully that it tore the skin on his hands and feet, yet as soon as his body sustained damage, it began to regenerate rapidly.

Farosa watched with keen interest.

She kept switching the images the male ancient being saw, sometimes displaying the torn-apart, tragic death of the female, other times the image of her trapped in a containment room, gloomy and despondent.

Then Farosa observed carefully how the male ancient being bled from all over, regenerating at high speed. These two ancients surely shared a lineage, inheriting the power of Idith.

Now Farosa finally knew how the Seven Seals had found the remaining living ancients; she had found them too.

"This is the power of the reborn Idith, is it not? Tell me what your relationship with him is." Farosa said with a smile.

"Let her go!" the male ancient being roared.

"I will slowly... dispose of her... just as the company’s people treated you... just like the Seven Seals dealt with you. I’m going to construct the eighth Giant Tower on her back, my tower, my spectacle built atop the heads of ancients... The Seven Seals got you, I got her. All towers of spectacle require a Pillar of Humanity, ancient one." Farosa spoke slowly.

The male ancient being’s expression grew sadder and more desperate. His head drooped as if he were already dead.

Farosa knew he was starting to waiver, it just needed a bit more force.

Compared to this unyielding male ancient, the female seemed even easier to break.

"I will make her endure the same pain, loneliness, and solitude as you, beneath a Giant Tower, enjoying more than a hundred years of silence and despair, subjecting her to the same calamities as you." Farosa’s voice was soft.

"... you... are a monster..." the male ancient being said hoarsely.

Farosa retreated from the chamber with a smile, she was not a monster, she had simply transcended the witch, surpassed the mortal life of the present, and thus held the great authority to determine their fates.