Chapter 291

"Adele" asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Witch K smiled. "Aren't you shocked and confused? Because the Witch Society doesn't exist on the Rhea Continent, so for all these years, no one has known where the Witch Society."

"The Rhea Continent doesn't exist? Then where is this?"

"Above the gray fog, in the very first space of the world." Witch K waved her hand, and the fog before her was dispelled by a force, revealing a massive black tower. "Do you see that tower? This is the Babel Tower, the place where the members of the Witch Society reside. And the builder of this tower, the first master of the world, and the Creation God brought about change to the world— Balshatt."

"Balshatt is the Creation God? Then what about Janus?"

"I don't know. These are the words the Primordial Witch told every witch." Witch K gave a helpless smile. "After all, I've only lived for a little over a thousand years. I only know about these two eras at most. Things from much earlier times were told to us by the Primal Witch."

"I've only lived for a little over ten years," Adele said.

"Comparing women's ages is very presumptuous, but luckily I've always had a good temper."

The difference between a decade or so and over a thousand years made Witch K feel like an 'old thing,' especially since the thought that this feeling was actually true was quite disheartening.

"Come on, I'll take you there to have a look."

Witch K walked towards the tower.

Adele followed beside her, curiously observing their surroundings. The gray fog was endless, and the light was pale. There was no Chaos Power here, but there was another complex power: the earth, the sun, the moon, spacetime, and so on. These powers were perfectly integrated with each other.

She reached out and brushed away the gray mist around her, feeling the power flowing through her palm. Then she released her own power and discovered that her own chaos could resonate with the power here.

Does this mean that the power of the Chaos Virus is also part of this?

"This is the power of Balshatt." Seemingly aware of Adele's thoughts, the witch K explained, "The great and sublime Balshatt, the only true god in this world, whose power encompasses everything, therefore I agree with the original statement that He is the true Creation God."

"Have you met Balshatt?"

"No, at least I didn't. Balshatt disappeared before the War of the Gods, and no one knows where she went. Perhaps the Primordial One knew, but she never said."

Is the Primal Witch inside the tower?

"Not here." Witch K sighed. "The Primordial One followed Balshatt, and we witches, recruited by the Primordial One, naturally followed the same principle. But our Lord has been gone for too long, the chaotic gods are closing in, and the Rhea Continent is teetering on the brink of collapse... Let me tell you, there's no one left in this tower now. The Witch Society has long since ceased to exist. Perhaps they've all gone into hiding, or perhaps they're asleep, waiting for some opportune moment to return."

"And my mission is to inherit the original mission and protect this place. He prophesied that Balshatt would eventually return and awaken at the top of the tower, leading us to defeat the Black Tide and save the world."

Adele pondered for a moment, then asked, "Was the original codename Witch A?"

Witch K chuckled, "A clever deduction, but it's wrong. The Primordial is the Primordial. A is already dead; she was the last person to protect this place."

"Die in the War of the Gods?"

"No, you'll die here... you'll find out later."

Witch K didn't explain much and continued walking towards the Babel Tower. When she reached the foot of the tower, she placed her hand on the heavy, dark door and murmured something. After a few seconds, the door slowly opened.

A cool and ancient aura wafted towards me.

Adele stared into the doorway, the aura giving her a chilling feeling, but in fact there was no danger. The first floor of the tower was a very spacious palace, with huge stone pillars rising high. After following the witch K inside, she was surprised to find that these stone pillars were so high that they reached into the clouds, and the ceiling of the first floor was not visible at all.

"Each floor of the Babel Tower is an Independent Space, and this floor used to be a meeting place." Witch K walked into the palace, to a long table placed separately inside, her slender fingers tracing the dark brown tabletop, a hint of nostalgia appearing in her eyes.

Adele counted them; there were six chairs on each side of the long table, and one more directly above it, making a total of thirteen. Each chair had thirteen symbols representing 2-A carved on its back.

The witch K's chair was the first one in the top left corner. 'Adele' saw her sit down and then waved.

"Come here," Witch K pointed to the seat opposite her, "You sit there."

That's where Witch Q is.

Q?

"The Chaos Witch is Q. You inherited her power, so you naturally inherited the title as well... Well, there's no one else around now anyway."

Q is definitely dead, and A is also dead. As for the other witches, there are a few she's certain are dead, but their rankings are too low. Witch K doesn't think they're suitable for 'Adele', so instead of choosing a new one for the latter, she'd rather directly inherit Q's position.

The main problem is that making a new choice is such a hassle; you have to consider this and that. By the Balshatt, I don't want to do something so troublesome.

Adele walked over and sat down.

"And then?" she asked.

The chair was nothing special; it was the same dark brown color as the table, with carved patterns along the edges, but that was about it.

"And then... well, let's sit here and chat." Witch K's lips curled up slightly. "It really brings back memories. Back then, the Babel Tower Conference could have as many as eight people attending at a time, and at least four or five."

"Only eight? What about the rest?"

"Eight is already a lot. You have to understand that witches follow Balshatt, and each one has their own mission to complete."

Witch K enthusiastically told 'Adele' many things about the Witch Society.

This included details about who the previous members were and what each person's responsibilities were—things that were never mentioned when 'Adele' lived in the courtyard. Perhaps they had been observing her these past few days, and only now had they confirmed that 'Adele' was qualified to join the Witch Society.

However, in Adele's view, Witch K was more happy to have finally found someone she could talk to, because these days she had noticed that Witch K would often talk to her little dolls. Although the little dolls had enough self-awareness, they were still "themselves" after all, and talking to themselves for a long time would definitely get boring.

How many years has Witch K been guarding this place alone? It's been a thousand years since the Golden Dawn Era began, so conservatively speaking, it must have been at least five hundred years, right?

One person, five hundred years, talking to himself?

Hmm, probably not. Occasionally, I'll leave here and travel to other parts of the world, like occasionally fighting with the Savior Witch Society or something.

"This woman is remarkable; she's guarded this place alone for over a thousand years without a single companion to share her secrets with."

Ryan watched the game interface of 'Adele' the whole time, gaining a deep understanding of the Witch Society. It was indeed more mysterious than any other force on the Rhea Continent, but now it had only one person left, which was a bit too much of a decline.

However, the Witch Society follow Balshatt, which means they exist independently of the gods. It's a pity that the Primal Witch is no longer here, otherwise we could learn more about Balshatt.

But one thing is certain: Balshatt is the one who created this world, which explains why Ryan heard the term "Baalshatt of the Gods" before.

Both Janus and the Earth Goddess clearly regarded Balshatt as a being of a higher status.

While pondering, Witch K also ended her casual conversation and finally remembered the important matter.

She led 'Adele' away from the first floor of the tower, and as they went up the floors, they arrived at the thirteenth floor, which was the floor where K was located, instead of the second floor.

Each witch can only enter her own territory... well, if she doesn't have permission from others.

Witch K explained it this way.

This floor belongs to her, and the floor below belongs to 'Adele'. However, the latter is currently too weak and has not received the baptism of Balshatt's power, so strictly speaking, she is not yet a true member of the Witch Society.

As for the baptism process, it requires the Balshatt ritual, which takes place at the top of the tower. During the ritual, 'Adele' can also choose to transform her own Magic Power, converting the power of the Chaos Virus into the power of the Balshatt Faith Path.

However, according to Witch K, this transformation is not something anyone can do. On one hand, it requires qualifications, and on the other hand, and most importantly, the faith in Balshatt has fallen into dormancy. Although there is still a possibility of success, the success rate is extremely low.

At least Witch K herself didn't succeed. Of all the Witch Society, only the Primordial and A from back then succeeded. The former was directly blessed by Balshatt, while the latter relied on her extraordinary talent. Originally, the Chaos Witch Aria also had this hope, but unfortunately, she chose to stick to her faith and ended her life in a way that shocked Witch K.

In the eyes of witch K, 'Adele' also has this possibility. If she succeeds, then 'Adele's' future achievements will be comparable to those of the gods!

Seeing this, Ryan felt somewhat incredulous. After all, the level of the gods was too high; wasn't it a bit too outrageous that it could be reached so easily? And if that were the case, how did Witch A die?

Ryan had Adele ask these questions, but unfortunately, the witch K did not answer them.

Beep beep beep~

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Rider Ryder"

It was Noel's voice.

Come in.

After receiving permission, Noel, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, entered. Her hands were folded in front of her, her head slightly lowered, and her posture was respectful.

"Ryan, Her Your Majesty Kachina sent me to deliver something to you."

"Oh? What is that?"

Noel took a storage bag out of his pocket and handed it over.

Ryan used his Mental Power to probe and found that there were only two stone slabs inside, one relatively intact and the other severely damaged.

As expected, these two stone slabs, like those under the Golden Tree, were covered with text in Chinese characters.

"Thank you." Ryan looked up and smiled. "Where are His Your Majesty and the others?"

"The two Your Majesty are about to speak with the Empress of the Northern Continent, Your Majesty Kachina specifically instructed me to make sure that the item is delivered to you."

"Is that so..."

Ryan didn't check on the situation with 'Vainay' and 'Motis'. According to his previous suggestion, the twins should be talking to 'Motis' right now, and after reaching an agreement, they will talk to 'Vainay'. Only when all three parties reach an agreement will the final reconciliation meeting between the two continents be held.

He believed that 'Vainay' and 'Motis' could handle these matters themselves, and he could simply create two more Alts and send them to the Northern Federation to assist 'Motis'.

As for Arcadia, they should continue to develop their own smaller Alts, climb the ranks, and try to secure more positions in the upper echelons of the Empire.

"Noel, how's your sleep lately? Let me, the Prince, give you a check-up," he said with a smile.

"Ryan, please don't joke around. I... I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Noel completed his task and quickly turned to leave.

It's not that Ryan isn't charming enough, it's that he's too charming. She doesn't want to make a mistake, after all, Ryan is Her Empress 'Your Majesty Prince.

"The little girl is shy. Am I, a gentleman, really that scary?"

As Ryan muttered to himself, he took two stone slabs out of his storage bag.

Ryan glanced at the intact stone slab, expecting some kind of creation story, but it turned out to be nothing like that.

"The date was June 25th, 2005, right? I can't quite remember. Time flies so fast. No wonder they always say a day in heaven is a year on earth. The rules for the alternation of the sun and moon were just established recently, and sure enough, Heross and Castia started arguing. They still have opinions on the allocation of time in a day... Tsk tsk~ Heross's sun is so big, and Castia's moon is so round and white. They asked me to judge, sigh, it's really hard to decide."

"..."

"March 18th. Today Janus told me that mortals invented a kind of sacrificial tea, and it tastes quite good... Hmm, I admit she's right. I went to see it, and that priestess smells so good. How did she grow up like that? Doesn't she get tired carrying such a heavy water bag? I need to massage her to help clear up the bruises."

"..."

"May 5th, today is the Fire Chasing Festival. Rhea invited me to participate in the mortals' sacrifice. It was very enjoyable... Hmm, Rhea was also very radiant."

"..."

"..."

"This is... a diary??"

Ryan was stunned. He never expected that what was recorded on the stone slab was a diary. Did people keep diaries back then?

And this content just seems weird no matter how you look at it. It's about the Sun God and the moon Goddess, and Janus inviting you for tea? The Earth Goddess is so radiant? If you'd just eaten a few more peanuts instead of focusing solely on drinking, you wouldn't be this drunk, would you?

"This guy is either an idiot, or..."

Baalshatt of the Gods?

Ryan's expression was strange. If the person who wrote the diary wasn't an idiot, then there was only one possibility... Wait, what idiot? If I were Balshatt, wouldn't I be insulting myself?

"The timeline doesn't seem to be sequential; it shouldn't be from the same year. But what is the Fire Chasing Festival? I've never heard of it before; it must be something from a long time ago."

The cycle of day and night had just been established, so logically this world should have only recently been created. It's surprising that the Arcadia Empire still possesses such a stone tablet... Well, upon closer inspection, it seems pretty useless anyway.

It seems the Chinese language wasn't passed down. We don't know who recorded the inscription on the stone tablet under the Golden Tree. Balshatt taught Chinese to others; could it be the Witch Society?

It's not impossible, after all, if the story were told to the general public, the classic human method of passing on fire would continue indefinitely. Even if it were buried in some era, many archaeologists would eventually dig it out—never underestimate the spirit of human exploration and the degree of perseverance.

"Perhaps Adele could look for Chinese records in the Babel Tower, but maybe only the Primal Witch knows, and others are unaware."

Ryan continued reading while thinking about it.

After reading through the entire record on the stone tablet, he formed a preliminary assessment of Balshatt —definitely a pervert.

Today I travel with the Earth Goddess, tomorrow I drink tea with Janus, and the day after tomorrow I discuss the true meaning of life with the Sun and Moon Goddess. Occasionally, I also join the God of Order in discussing the importance of laws and contracts all night long.

That's one thing, but what's with you, the Lord of All Gods, spending all your time running around in the mortal world chasing girls? What's with that?

He conceals his identity, orchestrates encounters, and runs away, leaving a group of innocent and beautiful girls unable to forget him. To make matters worse, this guy even keeps a diary recording the strengths and weaknesses of each girl he meets, such as an assessment of two strengths and one weakness.

Fortunately, even after leaving, this guy would still look after the other person from time to time; otherwise, Ryan would definitely have given him the middle finger and labeled him as 'heartless after the relationship ends'.

After putting away the relatively intact stone slab, Ryan turned his gaze to another broken stone slab.

Although it has undergone special treatment and maintenance, and the writing on it is still clearly visible, Ryan can only read fragments of text from it due to its severe damage.

The stone slab is small, less than a third the size of a complete stone slab, and is extremely uneven due to damage in some places.

"The Era of Chasing Fire... August 8th... Death was born on the continent... An accident... The formation of natural laws..."

Is death a natural occurrence?

Ryan stroked his chin and continued reading.

"... The goddess of death submits to me... a blessing... she is great..." Hmm, something seems off.

Ryan's gaze fell on the last legible line of writing on the stone slab.