I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 750 - 750 749. Are you looking at me_1

Chapter 750: 749. Are you looking at me?_1 Chapter 750: 749. Are you looking at me?_1 [Congratulations on completing the task.]

[Commencing with the settlement now.]

Cui Siter looked up at the words that appeared before him; he raised his head and saw the clock hanging on the wall pointing exactly at noon.

The sunlight shined brightly outside the window, and such a gun-fire-free, peaceful afternoon was rare in the area where the rich and the poor intersected in the Abandoned Capital.

He knocked on the table.

Soon, a young man came running over, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“Mr. Cui Siter, you’ve returned?”

The young Stone, seeing Cui Siter, relaxed and hurriedly straightened his clothes.

“I’ll go make you some coffee.”

Stone hurried into the kitchen to boil water and grind coffee beans.

Cui Siter stood up and, watching his bustling figure, felt an unreal sensation.

But his decision had not changed.

In the future, he would die, and Stone would become the Chosen by Gods, continuing to walk the Silent Lands. Moreover, this young man would inherit his will, which was enough for Cui Siter.

It was just as he had once discussed with Joester—if one person’s life could save the world, then it was a more than fitting bargain.

Even though, as Lu Ban and the others had told Cui Siter, the Mysterious Monarch’s Seal would continue to consume lives to maintain itself, Cui Siter’s actions were no different from Joester, who had ignited the first Spirit Torch.

But this was fine.

Cui Siter accepted the coffee Stone handed over to him.

The coffee was hot, with a rich aroma; it had been a long time since he had tasted such a beverage.

“By the way, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Thinking this, Cui Siter spoke up.

“What is it?”

Stone felt Cui Siter was a bit strange as he looked over.

“…Never mind, I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

Cui Siter thought it over; there was still some time before that fated moment, so let the two men enjoy the remainder of their time together.

He sipped his coffee; the bitterness mixed with a hint of sourness, just like the gifts of fate, always came with a price tag attached.

…

Stone returned to the detective agency.

He felt somewhat out of place; he looked up at the clock, which pointed at midday.

The window was fogged up, industrial pollution obscured the sky. In this border zone of wealth and poverty, sunlight had become a luxury. Compared to ten years ago, the pollution had worsened, with wastewater contaminating the rivers and the air filled with particles—this city had indeed become unsuitable for the poor to live in.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee; the bitterness spread across his tongue. He looked out the window at the city, deep in thought.

Suddenly, Stone’s nose stung, and he collapsed to the ground as if breaking down. A hoarse sound came from his throat, yet he couldn’t shed tears.

Like someone suffocating, Stone’s chest heaved and convulsed. He couldn’t utter a single word and could only squat there silently, waiting for his emotions to stabilize.

It was only when the dusk and the setting sun came that Stone finally stood up; he still hadn’t cried but looked many years older.

He opened his notebook, took up a pen, and started to record seriously.

…

Back to reality, Shia looked around.

As she passed through the dazzling blackness, Shia even had the thought that when she returned to reality, everything might be completely different from before.

But her room was still the same as ever; the bookshelf was filled with books whose covers had faded from being read countless times, and the cupboard was stocked with jars and jars of various snacks, honey, biscuits, meat jerkies, and more.

The desktop was covered with parchment, documenting some information about demonic beasts.

Shia noticed that the parchment on the very top was just about Thousand-Legs.

Perhaps this mission had already been fated.

She changed into light clothing and left the room.

This was Gray Tower, where the academy was located. Shia’s current mission was a break for the proxy. Counting the days, in a few more, she would once again set out on a journey, walking along the fringes of the Black Forest, battling those demonic beasts.

In the square, people came and went; young mage apprentices walked in groups of twos and threes, fervently discussing issues related to magic. Through the Magic Network, magic had become quite prevalent in this era.

Yet no one noticed the gray tower.

Even Shia had only marveled at the tower’s grandeur when she first enrolled; in the many years that followed, she had treated it as mere background, never giving it much more attention.

But now, seeing the blazing pale fire, she felt somewhat melancholic.

A friend she knew well was being burned atop it, a torture that had lasted for centuries and would continue forever.

Pulling her consciousness back from those long sufferings, Shia suddenly noticed several girls watching her from the side.

“Excuse me, are you Miss Guerres?”

The other party asked timidly, clutching a thick book in her arms.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Shia replied indifferently, as was mostly her style in the Night Country.

“Oh, that’s great, I am your loyal reader, actually, I am reading your book right now.”

The girl called out excitedly, coming up to Shia with her companions, showing the cover of the book she held in her hand.

“An Examination of Demonic Metamorphoses”.

It was a book compiled from papers Shia had left behind, which drew on some of what she had seen in the Foreign Domain and analyzed the characteristics of common demonic beasts in the Night Country, their mutations, and so on. It served as supplementary reading material for an elective course at Gray Tower Academy.

“Could you autograph it for me?”

The other party spread the book open to the title page and handed it to Shia.

Shia promptly signed her name and returned it to the party.

“Miss Guerres, do you plan to write a new book? I think your work has very unique ideas and a distinct understanding of the world. I am looking forward to it!”

They asked again.

“No, not for the time being…”

With a habitual response, Shia saw the Gray Tower again and after a thought, she corrected herself.

“If there is one, perhaps it will be about research on the Magic Network.”

“Magic Network?”

Hearing Shia’s words, her young fans didn’t quite understand. For these young people, the Magic Network was something taken for granted, like the sun and the Blood Moon. They didn’t see the point in studying it.

Shia said goodbye to them and continued towards the Gray Tower.

The tower was just like when it had been first erected; filled with traits fundamentally at odds with the traditional aesthetics of the Night Country. Those damages on the tower were clearly from the last Demonic Tide.

Below the Gray Tower was the academy’s grand library, which only mages of a certain level could enter. Above it was an absolute prohibition zone.

Now Shia was well aware that it was Joester, who was continually being burned.

“Joester, are you watching me?”

She whispered softly.

The Spirit Torch of Gray Tower illuminated the land, steady as ever.

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