The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 137 - 110: Me, as a Judge of the Thousand-Year Fire? 4485_3

Chapter 137: Chapter 110: Me, as a Judge of the Thousand-Year Fire? 4485_3

"This world isn’t about individual showdowns. The strength of an individual will never surpass that of a collective."

"Since you can get a powerful witch to aid you, you can also seek help from many others willingly."

"What follows is merely Thousand-Year Fire trying to extract the filth from the hideous, regressive flames."

"For this stage, even if you fail to pass, your memory would just be burned away and you would leave this place."

Melissa said, "So, please don’t act on your presumptuous speculations. The Thousand-Year Fire wants to see your genuine understanding of justice."

"Hence, you gave him a merciful end to his suffering -- the death sentence."

"Or allow the traitor to be tortured for all eternity."

"Alternatively, you can let him be tormented for years before sentencing him to death!"

The youth on the wooden rack continued to wail in pain.

"Kill me, I beg you to kill me."

"Please."

"I’ve suffered for four hundred years. I’ve done everything I could to protect the Thousand-Year Fire as a lone dog. I think I’ve atoned for my sins enough. Please, let me die. Please."

Ivita looked away, focusing her gaze on Melissa. "Can I ask what Gastrot has chosen?"

Melissa shook her head. "I’m sorry, I’m just an interpreter. I can’t tell you that."

Ivita pondered for a moment, "Alright, but you need to tell me what crime this guy committed four hundred years ago."

Melissa expressionlessly responded, "That’s your right, Judge Ivita."

The next moment, a flame appeared within the right eye of Ivita. The flame flickered in her eyes, and then she saw the sight from four hundred years ago.

It was a dark room. The windows were all nailed shut, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

The young man sat on a stool, head down, eyes dilated. "You kidnapped... my family?"

The man facing him was actually Ivita’s ’old friend’ -- Pan God.

A cunning smile appeared on Pan God’s face, "Exactly, your daughter and son are in our hands. Your wife is locked up in a centaur’s cage. Centaurs are lustful by nature, and I don’t know what they’ll do. If anything happens, my apologies."

"Now we can negotiate, right?"

"You’re born into a wealthy family and lead a beautiful life. If you don’t want that life of yours to be ruined, you’ll have to do something for us."

"The Thousand-Year Fire is about to be extinguished. We want you to kill someone, to prevent the Thousand-Year Fire from being restored."

"No, you’re the enemy, I...," the young man weakly resisted.

Pan God moved behind him, took out a box, passed it to him and opened it in his hands.

It was a finger.

A girl’s finger.

The young man broke down and screamed, "Ahhhh!!"

Pan God, seemingly undisturbed by his screams, continued smiling, "I’ll send you a finger every day until you accept our demands."

"Next time, it will be a different child."

’Clap~’

The youth knelt on the ground. He was someone born with a silver spoon, completely inexperienced with such scenes, and instantly gave up resisting.

"Alright, I agree."

"But you need to ensure the safety of my children."

Pan God gave an eerie smile. "I always keep my word."

What followed next was a distorted scene. The edges burned furiously - this was the Thousand-Year Fire’s wrath!

This is the rage towards the traitors.

Ivita finally understood what this guy had done.

But four hundred years ago, the man Pan God wanted to kill wasn’t the Igniter, was it?!

Ivita had a hunch that she would confront Pan God again.

Unexpectedly, the Pan God who always seemed half-asleep at the negotiation table, who always ended up at a disadvantage, who did divination for her back at Baron Moro’s realm, was so ruthless and cruel.

Despite their brief meeting that day, she hadn’t noticed this aspect.