Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 73 Turn this imperfect story into what I expected

Char and Sylvia disappeared underground in the Grand Duke's mansion.

Everything around them was changing.

When the surrounding scenery was frozen again, what appeared all around was no longer the dark and cold underground hall.

Instead, there was an ordinary private house in the outer city of the royal capital.

Because it is located on the outermost edge of a residential area, this house has not been trampled by the previous wave of disasters and has been able to retain its intact appearance.

The dim candlelight burned in the room, becoming the only source of light here.

At this moment, Sylvia in Xia Ya's arms had closed her eyes tightly.

Experiencing multiple "flashes" in a row...that feeling is not very pleasant.

Each flash is actually equivalent to experiencing a space-distorted turbulence. If it is activated one after another, the dizziness caused by it will be ten times more powerful than when a fighter jet maneuvers at high altitudes.

Like Char, who already has the strength of three rings, and also has the spatial affinity bonus provided by the flash soul contract, it is of course not a problem to withstand the side effects of multiple flashes.

But Sylvia is not yet a beast master, and her physical fitness is no different from that of ordinary people.

He had just experienced a huge loss of life force before, and his body was already extremely weak and on the verge of collapse, and he was barely holding on by his willpower.

Now I encountered the shock of space turbulence again, and I was once again held in the arms of someone I trusted.

The indescribable sense of security and satisfaction filled Sylvia's body and mind, causing the last trace of obsession to disappear and she fell into a coma again.

But even so, Sylvia's hands still hugged Xia Ya's neck tightly, and she was never willing to give up this only support even in her sleep.

There was no trace of blood on her pretty plain white face, and it was still stained with a little dust, but there was a peaceful and happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

The moment Xiaya picked her up, something called happiness once again filled Sylvia's originally empty heart.

She felt like she had once again become the most loved baby in the world.

Even if she died quietly in Xia's arms, Sylvia had no regrets and was satisfied enough.

"But I put so much effort into rescuing you, and I even didn't hesitate to use a peak five-ring powerhouse or even a sleeping ancient god as an imaginary enemy——"

"I didn't just want you to die in my arms with a happy smile."

Xia Ya looked at Sylvia with a sweet smile in her arms and couldn't help but shook her head slightly.

He knelt down and gently released Sylvia's arms around his neck.

Then, the girl's soft body was placed on the white bed in the room.

Sylvia's condition is very bad.

Although from the outside, it appeared that Xia Ya's wound from the previous stab had deliberately avoided the vital point, and it had now been repaired by the healing potion.

But if you look at it from a deeper level, Sylvia at this moment is like a rag doll that has leaked air.

The seal of the bronze cross has been broken, and the divinity of dusk that was originally filled in it was plundered and devoured by the seal formation below during the ascension ceremony.

Even though the ascension ceremony was interrupted at the last moment, the defect in the origin of the soul had already appeared.

That incompleteness was like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring the last remaining vitality in Sylvia's body.

Her life at this moment was as erratic as a candle in the wind.

When the last trace of life force has passed away, Sylvia's fate will naturally come to an end.

This is the fate of the so-called key.

When the door that sealed the ancient god's half was opened, the key that lost its function would of course only end up being broken.

Rays of light flickered.

Xia Ya took out one thing after another from the space pocket. There are healing potions contained in glass bottles, and scrolls with sealed skills.

Without thinking, he broke all the potion bottles and tore into pieces the scrolls that sealed the healing skills.

Either sacred, or the emerald green light lights up.

In an instant, the entire house was filled with an unimaginably rich breath of life, and even the weeds outside the house began to grow crazily under the stimulation of the breath of life.

Sylvia's complexion also became slightly better amidst this vitality, but soon turned gloomy again.

Her vitality was still fading.

It passes at a not very fast, but irreversible speed.

High-level healing potions and skills can heal physical wounds.

But in the face of the incompleteness of the soul's origin, it can only have a mitigating effect. In the end, it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

"If it were the single-player romance games I played in my previous life... then at this moment, the heroine would miraculously open her eyes again before she died."

"Then, after saying your final farewell, pass away peacefully with a smile in the arms of your lover."

"Finally, let me add another sentence: People have their ups and downs, and the moon waxes and wanes. The so-called life is full of shortcomings and imperfections, and it ends under a bunch of players' blades."

Xia Ya couldn't help but smile to himself.

In fact, he could just walk away now.

The mission of backstabbing Sylvia has been completed, and the mission settlement pop-up window has appeared in Xia Ya's mind, but she never had time to check it.

From the beginning, Char's purpose in entering this historical reverberation was just to complete the novice mission.

But now that the goal has been achieved, there is not much residual value in this historical reverberation. From a rational point of view, it is not worth Xia Ya's risk.

Furthermore, historical reverberations are just like a game to people in the real world.

In Char's previous life, if you were too emotionally invested in the plot of a game, you would undoubtedly be labeled as "devious" or "into your brain".

He could obviously choose to quit the game at this moment, or accompany Sylvia through the final journey of her life, finish the game's Normal END, and then leave after watching the game's CG with a tragic ending.

After withdrawing from the reverberation of history, naturally there is no need to worry about the monstrous floods of the Cangting Principality. Anyway, in the real world, this country has been destroyed, leaving only a few lines of text in ancient history books.

"But, I am such a greedy person who hates tragedy."

Char spoke in a silent whisper.

As the saying goes, "All the brilliance I have experienced in life will eventually be repaid with loneliness."

However, he just didn't want to be in that romance novel, where he could only cry and watch his beloved girl die without being able to do anything about it. He would regret it for the rest of his life and use his loneliness to repay the brilliant male protagonist before.

Even if you become awesome later and ascend to the throne bathed in the blood of the Dragon King, but everyone is dead, what's the point of it all?
  Even if this is just a reverberation of history, a game.

But since so much effort has been put into preparation, there is naturally only one goal that Xia Ya pursues.

He leaned down, stroked Sylvia's plain white cheek, and wiped away the ashes and dust on the girl's face.

The next moment, Xia Ya's figure collapsed and disappeared into this private house.

Only the remaining unfinished words echoed in the air.

"So."

"Just take this imperfect story—"

"Let it become what we expect."

　Asking for a monthly ticket~
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)