I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 748 - 748 747. Cost_1

Chapter 748: 747. Cost_1 Chapter 748: 747. Cost_1 Knowledge began to surge within Stone’s mind, some of which he already understood and some that were yet unencountered.

But miraculously, this knowledge did not come with Pollution, and Stone could read and absorb it effortlessly without worrying about Corrosion.

Of course, Stone could also feel that this knowledge enveloped his brain like a spider web, potentially pulling away at any moment, and once gone, it would be extracted from his mind as well.

This was the operation mechanism of the Magic Network, granting temporary knowledge to block the transfer of Pollution.

Stone even caught a glimpse of knowledge that surpassed human limits, intended for contending with great beings.

At this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

If he could see it then Cui Siter…

Stone couldn’t help but glance at the Cui Siter beside him who was recuperating after using the Faux Solar Flare.

Cui Siter gently closed his eyes; he too could see those golden threads, the knowledge brought by the Spirit Torch flames flooding into his mind. As a tested Chosen by Gods, he knew what he needed and was not driven by the same curiosity as those who encountered such phenomena for the first time.

Soon, Cui Siter discovered something he desired amongst the knowledge.

The knowledge to imprison deities.

The mages of Night Country had, in the past, also attempted to become deities, and some mages had come to understand the existence of Ancient Overlords before their deaths. They had been researching how to suppress that power, to contend with it, although the mages who had reached this point were either dead or mad. Yet through the Spirit Torch and Magic Network, those fallen great souls had contributed all their knowledge, clashed beyond time and space in the Magic Network, and found some answers.

Cui Siter quickly grasped that knowledge.

However, this knowledge would fade away with the exit from the Magic Network, and upon leaving Night Country, Cui Siter would forget everything.

But as a Chosen by Gods, Cui Siter naturally knew how to imprint this knowledge.

Just then, he felt himself shaken.

Opening his eyes, Cui Siter saw Stone looking at him with worry.

“I am fine,”

Cui Siter responded, thinking Stone was worried about him weakening from overuse of power.

“The swarm has receded,”

suddenly declared a player.

The once overwhelming swarm now receded like shadows fearing sunlight. They struggled in the pale flames, withering, leaving behind a carpet of carcasses.

Yet the radiance of the Gray Tower was far stronger than any Spirit Torch Lu Ban had seen in fortresses before.

The pale luminance, shining like the genuine sun, radiated outward.

Everywhere it reached, sunlight brightened the land, even causing the suspended Blood Moon in the sky to lose its color.

This light pierced through the Black Forest, igniting the twisted, Corrosion-inflicted trees. They burned without emitting dense smoke, disintegrating and splitting like melting butter, turning to dust in the sunlight and dissipating.

The Spirit Torch’s glow reached beyond a thousand miles.

This one ray of light directly carved out a large swathe of the Black Forest, reclaiming much of the land lost by humans over the years, it was clear that henceforth, the center of Night Country would move near the Gray Tower. From there, a new domain would be established, eventually becoming what Lu Ban had witnessed.

He looked at the small brick in his hand.

[Ash Tower Keystone]

[The First Brick at the Construction of Ash Tower]

[In the long struggle against the Demonic Tide, the construction of Ash Tower was a symbol, signifying that humanity finally had the capability to master the extraordinary]

[But what was the price?]

Lu Ban now finally understood the words in the item description.

The past mages passively endured the Pollution, unable to control the Corrosion, ultimately falling into madness, Mutation, just like mankind relying on nature’s certain weather changes to harvest, to cultivate.

But after the establishment of the Gray Tower, mages were then able to actively control this power and make it serve them.

As for the cost.

He looked toward the quietly burning tower.

Just as Joester once said, to save the entire world with one person’s life, to exchange for the continuation of the world, that was an exceedingly worthwhile matter.

Even if the Night Country would eventually fail to hold on, be destroyed by the Demonic Tide, becoming another tombstone in the Foreign Domain, the process of resistance, however, was unforgettable.

And there were many witnesses.

In front of the computer, it wasn’t until seeing this scene that Zheng Li remembered to breathe.

He couldn’t utter a word, the moment that Pale Fire sparked to life, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

Such a scene was not new to him, in fact, he had witnessed many.

His experience in medicine taught Zheng Li about many Walkers, those who, in lands of war, in lands of poverty, in lands of despair, in places where people fear to tread, would confront them head-on, saving lives, providing medical aid to the world.

That was also the reason he initially chose medicine.

Moreover, in the history of mankind, there were similar people who ignited themselves to light up others.

If while watching “Magic Tide,” Zheng Li felt the fearlessness of those mages who sacrificed themselves, then now, he was witnessing a grand sacrifice.

And all this seemed as if it were destined to be.

The Blood Moon was not over yet, the Spirit Torch still needed to burn more lives, behind every flame that lit up was a living person, he had his own family, life, dreams, yet all of it, when the Magic Tide came, turned into Pale Fire, briefly burning, releasing dazzling light, shining in the world.

Zheng Li even began to ponder if he were faced with a similar situation, how he would choose.

Even if he could now boastfully say he could sacrifice himself, he knew very well that he was not that brave or selfless.

It was for this reason that Zheng Li admired those mages who sacrificed themselves even more.

It was hard to imagine that just watching a game’s live broadcast could make Zheng Li think of these, to feel such emotions.

But everything about the Night Country, it felt as if it truly happened, making it difficult to accept that it was all virtual.

Three days later.

As the Blood Moon faded, Old Eggplant took off his helmet; only a day had passed in real time, and he had charged his device three times, taking breaks only to eat and sleep, minimally rejuvenating himself.

To him, this period felt as if several months had gone by.

He had a sense of loss, those who had fought alongside him felt like true friends.

Getting up, Old Eggplant didn’t have the energy to chat in groups or brag on social media; he went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The sky was dark, the bathroom very dim, Old Eggplant looked at himself in the mirror. Suddenly, inspiration struck.

He didn’t reach to turn on the light, instead, he lifted his right hand and snapped his fingers.

A flame burst from his fingertips, rising, lighting up the room.

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