Chapter 845 Hello, the Immortal Witch
"...From now on, Tingen's affairs will be handed over to you."
Adam, with blond hair and a golden beard, spoke slowly, his tone gentle, as if he was talking to an old friend.
The black-haired woman beside him nodded slightly and replied:
"'Sefirah Castle' will ignore this modification of her memory, but only for this time. From now on, do not interact with her unless absolutely necessary."
"I understand," Adam chuckled, his eyes calm and without a trace of laughter. "Then, this story begins."
He uttered his last words in an aria, and his figure faded away and disappeared into the basement, as if he had never been there.
The "Mother of Heaven" withdrew her gaze and took one last look at the young woman on the floor. The outline of her body in the black robe disappeared as if erased by an eraser.
This was not the first time that Angel came to the basement where she "traveled" from a third-person perspective. When she took the potion to advance but was on the verge of losing control, and when Adam "awakened" her memory, she saw the two figures of a man and a woman. She already knew Adam's identity, but this time she could really see the face of the female figure and confirmed her identity.
According to her and Klein's speculation, the "Mother of Heaven" who could move freely outside was equivalent to the Goddess of Night... This meant that Adam had indeed cooperated with the goddess to a certain extent and had even modified his own memories!
That's why I easily came into contact with the Goddess Church after "crossing over" and strengthened my faith in prayer... That's why the Night Watchers were almost defenseless towards me. Even when I first arrived in this world, I was given the title of "Shadow of the Goddess"... So after Mr. Fool helped me recall Adam's appearance in Enmat Port, I tried to pray to the Goddess for help, but all I received was a blank manuscript...
Is this because I have forgotten some memories?
Wait, the goddess just said, "'Source Castle' will ignore this modification"... What about "other times"?
Angel suddenly remembered that the first time he realized that the "audience" path could tamper with memories was because of the convening of the "Tarot Club" and his visit to Mr. Fool's kingdom, the palace filled with gray fog.
Is that Sefirah Castle? Will the Fool's Kingdom spontaneously eliminate the power of the Audience? But due to some trickery of the Goddess, even Sefirah Castle can't restore my memories, which were tampered with by Adam...
Is it because the Goddess is collaborating with Adam and The Fool in this regard?
Just as she understood something, the scene before her changed again. This time, it was a series of scenes that she was more familiar with: the dog catching the rat at the "Wild Heart" bar, the prayers and responses at Saint Samuel's Church, her first encounter with Klein, and joining the Nighthawks...
Living as a night watchman in Tingen, he was plotted against by "0-08" and Ince Zangwill. After his "death," he changed his identity and traveled to Backlund. He reacquainted himself with Klein, who had become Sherlock Moriarty, and together they stopped the conspiracy of the Witch Cult and the Aurora Society. Together they traveled to the sea, seeking promotion, but accidentally left their names on the wanted list. In order to track down Ince Zangwill, he returned to Backlund and became a spendthrift upper-class person, indulging in singing, dancing, and banquets, while also having to deal with various troubles in the extraordinary world...
The memories of this year seemed more vivid and distinct than those of Angel's past few decades, and left a deeper mark in his mind.
Compared to the memories of the past life, compared to those memories that Adam had tampered with, this year is the "reality" that belongs to me... Looking at those familiar scenes, Angel had burst into tears without knowing when.
She knew that with her own body in the "City of Disaster" as evidence, her memories of her "previous life" should be correct, but emotionally she could not treat the two equally.
This "gap" in her thinking caused her to be surrounded by different pictures, and gradually sink deeper into the black fog below. The cold touch spread from her feet upwards, gradually spreading to her thighs and waist, and was about to swallow her up.
Memory...memories are the key, I need them to stop myself from "sinking"!
Angel realized something and tried to calm down and "accept" her memories from the past year. However, they became increasingly blurred and immersed in the surrounding black fog, making them beyond her reach.
Just as Angel was sinking deeper and deeper into the black fog and her whole body was gradually turning cold, a warm current surged from her right hand, dispelling the coldness from her body and allowing her to struggle in the black fog again, grasping the memory that was about to disappear - the memory of when she was still called "Angel Grey".
Using this as an anchor, Angel regained her composure. Memories, both fresh and ancient, gradually emerged around her, connecting with her. More and more "anchors" allowed her to float steadily within the black fog, and she understood the purpose of the ritual to achieve immortality.
It requires the witch who is preparing to be promoted to accumulate enough memories to stabilize the spirit in the process of promotion, and it also requires the witch to be able to treat the memory of each time equally, not to favor one over the other due to the difference in time, and destroy her own "anchor point".
Therefore, the ritual requires that the potion be taken with a mentality different from that of one's age after a long period of time... While ensuring the safety of advancement, it can also lay the foundation for the "immortal" witches' lives that may last for thousands of years, and point out a way to maintain their own stability, so as to prevent them from losing themselves in their long lives and eventually losing control.
So, I thought that my unconscious existence in the "City of Disaster" for so many years served as a foundation, and that I had cleverly met the requirements of the ritual, but this actually went against the essence of the ritual... Angel's mind was full of thoughts. Although she had prepared for the possibility of failure in the promotion before the attempt, she did not expect that her experience as an "anchor point" would be of no use at all in the ritual.
For a typical "Despair" witch, this stage is actually the easiest to navigate. As long as they accumulate enough memories, consume potions with a youthful and healthy mindset, and use these profound memories to stabilize themselves, they can successfully advance. If I hadn't just been reminded and helped, I would have been lost in that black fog by now...
Angel clenched her right fist in fear. She believed that Klein, who had been waiting nearby, had given her the greatest support.
Of course, Angel felt that her inference might not be completely correct. She had reached the threshold of Sequence 3 from Sequence 9 in a year. The various events she experienced and the important moments she passed through were definitely not something that ordinary Beyonders could match. In a sense, this provided her with many "anchor points" to stabilize herself, preventing her from capsizing in an instant.
Surrounded by so many memories, the chillness on Angel's body gradually faded away. Her gaze lingered on each scene, imprinting them deeply in her mind again, feeling the new power in her body slowly merging with her etheric body, mental body, spiritual body and physical body, and sinking deep into her body.
Only now did she confirm that she had completed her promotion and become a Sequence 3 "Immortal" Witch.
He closed his eyes, and after his condition stabilized a little, Angel opened his eyes again.
What appeared before his eyes was not the master bedroom on the third floor of Dantes's house, nor was it Klein with a concerned look on his face. Instead, it was the "City of Disaster" where the earth was burning, the sky was shattered, and everywhere he looked were city streets of different styles.
Sure enough, after the promotion, I came here again... Angel was not too surprised, she had experienced this kind of thing many times.
But this time, she noticed something was different.
Compared with the previous times she entered this place, Angel felt that the spiritual energy in her body was quite abundant and she was able to use it. This might be related to the fact that she had stabilized her own state after the promotion, but she suspected that it had more to do with the improvement of the sequence.
"This means I have more 'authority', I can retain my spirituality, and even use my own extraordinary abilities to enter this place..."
She muttered, looking at the street beside her, focusing specifically on the dark corners. Sure enough, her "dark vision" was able to function normally.
Perhaps this means I can explore the city more efficiently. The invisible threads and light coordination allow me to bypass places that I cannot enter. More spirituality means longer exploration time...
After assessing the risks in her mind, she decided to leave here first and return to reality. After becoming familiar with the extraordinary abilities of the "Immortal" Witch, she would look for an opportunity to enter this place and explore more deeply.
"Well, see you next time, 'City of Disaster'..."
Angel muttered, turning around and preparing to look for the only exit she had confirmed so far: the deep pit where she first entered this place.
Behind her stood a figure as tall as her.
In the dark vision, the figure had long light golden hair and deep purple eyes, a beautiful face, and an elegant figure. She was wearing a set of clothes that were easy to move in. There were several traces of battle on the clothes, but they could not conceal her noble and elegant temperament.
She is also Angel Granger.
"Hello," the other Angel said, her voice so familiar it seemed to come from her own mouth. "Angel Granger, I am your mirror image."
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160 Böklund Street, in the master bedroom on the third floor of Dantes's house.
Klein anxiously twirled the pendulum in his hand. The clockwise spinning amethyst told him that Angel's promotion was currently normal and very safe, but he still couldn't convince himself to sit still and wait for him to wake up.
If he hadn't been worried that Angel might see him standing there in a strange posture, he would have taken four steps backwards into the gray fog to perform a more effective divination.
He circled around the spiritual wall restlessly, wanting to touch Angel, but not daring to disturb her who was in the process of promotion.
Looking at Angel, who stood still after "drinking" the potion, Klein cautiously and hesitantly opened the vision of the spiritual line, carefully counting the black lines spreading from Angel's body to the surroundings. After confirming that they were correct, he breathed a sigh of relief again.
"What am I doing... am I really going to listen to Angel and turn her into a secret marionette before she fails in her promotion and loses control and becomes a monster?"
He muttered, and was about to close the spiritual line vision, when he suddenly found that the black lines in front of him were curling up, as if being pulled by someone, pointing to the full-length mirror closest to Angel.
Then, they all disappeared.
Crash——
Right in front of Klein, Angel shattered into pieces of crystal mirror with a crisp sound, as if they were weightless.
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