Why Are You Crying? Once I'm Gone, Won't This Position Be Yours Anyway?

If there is Heaven's Chosen in the Deep Sea School, then that person must be Misha.

Standing behind him were the ancestors of the Council of Elders, and he himself possessed extraordinary talent. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, adorned with runes, and even the Old Prophet had made a prophecy praising him—

The name Misha is destined to inspire awe and reverence in many, possessing a renowned reputation beyond the reach of most on the land beyond the Spirit Lake!

It is said that Misha's parents died in an accident, and he himself was also affected by the magic, his body is forever stuck at the age of fourteen or fifteen, unable to grow up.

But this does not affect his popularity and "favor" among everyone.

This Son of the Deep Sea Selection had been secretly built up for Misha for decades.

The emergence of the Crown of Deep Knowledge stirred the hearts of some people, but they quickly calmed down and recognized reality after rounds of competition and selection.

Misha possesses all the potential to become Son of the Deep Sea.

At such a young age, he was already Level Five Wizard had achieved the Six-Star Elemental Spirit. He had extraordinary abilities, and he even personally selected the opponents for the final round.

The spirit genius who awakened the Crown of Deep Knowledge from within the tower will be the greatest contributor to helping Misha ascend to the position of the Son of the Deep Sea. Witness the final achievement of all this up close! The projection of the Flame Tower "spit out" the last and largest Spatial Battlefield light sphere, and then quietly disappears.

The inverted Deep Sea Tower reappears, with the Crown of Deep Knowledge atop its apex.

When the last sphere of light shatters, the victor who emerges from within it can embrace the Crystal Crown with a mere touch.

The gazes of countless Deep Sea wizards have forged an invisible path in the void.

Misha, with an air of confidence and composure, stepped towards the sphere of light, overshadowed by the admiring gazes of everyone present.

The aura surrounding him is already beginning to solidify.

Whether this competition takes place or not is irrelevant; no one will doubt the final result, since it's just a formality anyway.

Ronan approached the sphere of light from the other side all alone, appearing far less impressive compared to the spotlight that Misha was enjoying.

After all, he was just a supporting character.

As the two figures disappeared into the sphere of light, everyone's gaze began to focus on the dazzling and magnificent Crystal Crown.

Some speculate that the appearance of the Crown of Deep Knowledge is to corroborate the prophecy the Old Prophet made to Misha.

When Misha emerges from the sphere of light and dons the Crown of Deep Knowledge, that may well be the moment when the legend of "Misha" begins.

Ronan landed on the ground.

The battle space for the final duel was exceptionally spacious, with a fairly even concentration of free energy particles of various elements in the air.

Misha stood not far from him, arms crossed, watching him with a smile.

Misha looked exactly like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, with a youthful face and seemingly still some downy hair.

He appeared old-fashioned, as if everything was under his confident control.

"Ronan Damien."

Misha spoke, her voice carrying a sharp quality characteristic of a boy going through puberty, but she deliberately lowered it, trying to sound more mature.

"This is our first formal meeting. Actually, I've had this idea for a long time."

Misha, who was originally in a very high position relative to Ronan, now began to appear as if she were descending an invisible staircase, walking step by step toward Ronan.

You didn't let me down.

Misha walked up to Ronan, patted his left shoulder with feigned authority, and said, "You have vision far surpassing anyone else's. As soon as you entered the Spirit Lake, you made the wisest and most correct choice of your life—to choose to follow me."

I admire that about you.

Ronan pursed his lips.

He estimated that if they were standing on solid ground, Misha's height would only reach about chest level.

"To be honest, I haven't formally accepted your allegiance yet, so how about we do it now?"

Misha smiled calmly, then placed her hand on Ronan's shoulder and began to recite to herself. "In the name of the Spirit Lake, in the glory of the Tirions Family, I— Misha Tirions —accept your loyalty and oath."

Your staff will become an extension of my will, your courage will become my shield.

"Etc!"

Ronan suddenly interrupted Misha was taken aback, and then a faint look of displeasure appeared on her face.

What I mean is...

Ronan rubbed his nose and said, "Why don't we wait until we get outside? The people outside are all waiting for us... that one, the Crown of Deep Knowledge..."

When Ronan mentioned the Crown of Deep Knowledge, Misha's eyes lit up immediately, and the slight displeasure that had just arisen was quickly washed away by her eagerness.

"You're right... This kind of environment is indeed not appropriate, it's not solemn enough, and it's a bit hasty."

"It was my oversight."

Misha's eyes darted around as he quickly retreated, completely abandoning the mature and composed demeanor he had just tried so hard to cultivate.

He stood still in his original spot, then beckoned to Ronan, "Come on, cast a spell on me."

"Um?!"

"Fool."

Misha shook her head. "Right now, the Grand Elder and the members of the Council of Elders are probably all 'watching' us."

The necessary formalities still need to be followed: you attack me, I defeat you, and then you surrender. Stop dawdling, hurry up and attack me, use your most powerful and effective spell.

Ronan seemed to realize something, but hesitated. "Is this appropriate?"

Misha became a little impatient. "What's this about whether it's appropriate or not? Hurry up."

Are you worried about the Soul Contract?

Then I command you, immediately, right now, use your most...

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Before Misha could finish speaking, Ronan, who was standing some distance away, quietly looked up. His eyes suddenly became bright, and a strange light shone within them, forming a vortex.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly powerful Spiritual Force Field, even stronger than his own, emanated from the other party.

It was as if a huge and majestic invisible celestial body had appeared, radiating light and heat throughout the entire fighting space.

Misha's eyes widened involuntarily, and she blurted out in surprise, "You!"

"Thump!"

It was as if an invisible hammer had crashed down on the void, and it also seemed to have struck Misha's heart.

Misha suddenly clutched his chest. The next moment, he felt an indescribable, terrifying aura rapidly evolving within this space, growing stronger and stronger, almost draining away all the free energy particles in half of the space, until it transformed into a turbulent, forbidden ocean!

"A layer of [Law Control] enhancement... [Forbidden Black Hole]!"

A voice whispered in Misha's ear.

The next moment, Misha's pupils shrank sharply.

Her once beautiful blue-gold eyes were quickly replaced by a pure, jet-black sun.

Twisting, devouring! Everything around seemed to be being violently pulled apart.

Misha shrieked, releasing the force field of Level Five Wizard. His figure rapidly transformed into elements, and even some dazzling light converged towards him, attempting to condense into a brilliant crystalline form.

"Click-click-click—"

It sounded like the slow turning of an ancient, heavy millstone.

The dark sun rotated slightly, and its already terrifying suction power surged even more!

The power of the Forbidden Law Domain condensed into the shape of lightning, which roamed freely in the void.

Misha's level-five force field was easily crushed by this immense power, and the energy radiance that he had painstakingly gathered on his body was torn away piece by piece like rags. He was separated from his elemental form, and his robes fluttered wildly like tattered flags, haphazardly hitting his body and face.

Misha screamed and roared, her eyes bloodshot and hysterical.

His eyes were fixed on the approaching Black Sun, and the unprecedented magical pressure seemed to pull him back to the darkest moment in his memory.

Night, blood, flames, the hideous, twisted faces of enemies, the tragic deaths of parents. A storm destroys the greenhouse, and the cold pours in, stirring up the deepest fears buried in the heart.

Misha's lips moved, his body trembled, and he was as weak as a miserable and helpless child, having all his protection and pretense forcibly torn away.

He kept his eyes wide open, not daring to make a sound.

Tears streamed down his face. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the Black Sun and gently landed in front of him.

Why are you crying?

Ronan reached out and gently stroked Misha's cheek, then lowered his head and spoke in a gentle tone, "Once I become the Child of Spirit Lake, won't this position in the Deep Sea still be yours?"

After saying that, Ronan casually snapped his fingers, the black hole shattered, tearing open the thin spatial barrier, and he walked out.

Misha stood there, stunned, watching the figure completely disappear before being involuntarily pulled away by a force. "Misha! Misha!"

In the Crystal Room, standing behind Madam Mel who had returned, Hathaway bit her nails hard, as if only in this way could she vent the frustration and anger in her heart.

"So he'd already latched onto Misha's coattails all along. No wonder he dared to be so disrespectful to me. Damn it! Damn bastard..."

Hathaway cursed inwardly.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose outside the room, along with cheers that seemed to be about to erupt.

Hathaway couldn't help but quicken her pace and run forward, while Madam Mel also stood up from her seat and slowly walked to the window.

At that moment, everyone's attention was focused on one point.

The last battle space orb is shattering.

Blinding light emanated from the sphere of light, and within the light, faint human figures appeared.

"Misha!"

"Misha!"

"Son of the Deep Sea!"

Crystal Palace, wizards emerged one after another. Misha's supporters, along with another group of wizards, began chanting "Misha's" name.

Everyone saw a long, powerful hand emerge from the blinding light, grab the Crystal Crown that was within reach, and slowly press it against their forehead.

He still can't wait.

A wizard in the crowd made a teasing sound, which elicited a small burst of soft laughter.

However, just as everyone was anticipating it, the light gradually faded, and the figure wearing the Crystal Crown was fully revealed. Suddenly, the entire arena fell silent.

Shock and astonishment filled the slightly upturned faces, which were now frozen in shock.

Beneath that magnificent and dazzling crystal crown, however, was not Misha at all, but someone else entirely.

White hair, blue robe, handsome and serene, like a silent star in the eternal night sky, or a deep pool that has remained unchanged for millennia.

He calmly looked down at everyone, and behind him was Misha.

Hathaway stared blankly at the dazzling, graceful figure in mid-air, as if struck by a thousand bolts of lightning at once, her body stiffening and standing motionless.

After a moment, she unconsciously murmured, "No... how come he won again? Isn't this... the final round?"

Meanwhile, in another Crystal Room.

Valentine, who had been standing still for a long time, suddenly had his robes billowing, his hair flying wildly, and his aura erupting like a volcano.

He whirled around, staring intently at Heliodore, who stood beside him with a dazed expression, and asked incredulously, "Heliodore, are you fucking serious with me?!"

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