I Want to Create a World Without Ethan

Ethan, I'm going to create a world without you.

As he was slammed onto the ground with a shoulder throw, he seemed to hear such a roar in his ears.

Ivy glared down at Ethan, who was lying on his back on the floor in a spread-eagle pose. Her good noble etiquette restrained her impulse to step on Ethan's chest with her high boots. She had always been a person of etiquette, but when a sudden sneeze startled her and made her finger poke into the sea, she couldn't help but curse.

Her first curse in life was thus dedicated to Ethan.

After a long moment of eye contact, Ivy said, "Don't sneeze when others are casting Teleportation Magic from now on!"

"I never expected the Containment Bureau to recruit a Knight."

Old Mu, the Treant, also recovered from his shock and secretly breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, this girl wasn't here to beat him up.

"I'm not a Knight."

"What? I thought only Knights had the strength to perform such a perfect shoulder throw!"

Old Mu had personally witnessed Ethan's body form a perfect spin in the air, completing a beautiful 360-degree rotation before landing on the ground. He could only say that the fall was very artistic, reminding him of the stage plays in the Imperial Capital's Grand Theater.

Ethan, the person involved, silently listened to their conversation. In reality, Ivy's shoulder throw technique was more exquisite than Old Mu imagined. She had held back her strength when throwing him to the ground, creating an effect that looked spectacular but didn't hurt much. He thought that if Ivy participated in WWE, she would definitely become an All-Star level competitor.

It was clear that Ivy was just venting her anger, not truly wanting him to disappear from this world.

Sneezing while someone else was casting Teleportation Magic could cause the other person to be teleported into the sea. Ethan gained new knowledge today; it was truly a rewarding day.

Although the fall didn't hurt, Ethan remained lying on the cold ground, showing no intention of getting up anytime soon—joking aside, if your leader just gave you a shoulder throw, would you immediately brush off the dust and get up? Wouldn't that be slapping your leader in the face?

Ivy had used Martial Arts this time. If he angered her again, she might use Divine Might next time.

He remained still, observing the exchange between Ivy and Old Mu, waiting for Old Mu to pack the Base Station equipment into a box. Ivy, on the other hand, generously took out a savings card inlaid with gold and handed it over. Money exchanged hands, and goods were delivered. Ethan knew this was his cue to get up from the floor.

Being soaking wet made Ivy very uncomfortable. She was still angry, but for some reason, when she saw Ethan approaching the counter with Ghostly Steps and hugging the box himself, her anger suddenly dissipated. His micro-expressions and small actions made her want to laugh.

Fortunately, she had received professional training and was wearing a mask, which helped her hide her emotions well.

She had unexpectedly teleported into the sea. The first thing she did upon arriving at Fireplace Bay was swim ashore using Freestyle. Her original plan to take Ethan around had to be put on hold. A lady would never wander around in drenched clothes; how improper would that be?

The deck was much livelier than expected. The sudden commotion had gathered a crowd around them. He crossed his arms and commented, mostly with schadenfreude—only a hothead would attack a merchant on Lofik Consortium territory. This was a rare spectacle.

Ethan saw another familiar face.

The young man who had been scammed out of one Gold Lion by a wine scammer looked even worse than before. He was being held down by his shoulders by guards, his entire face pressed firmly against the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was grimacing in pain, but he was powerless against the absolute difference in strength.

Ivy noticed Ethan's gaze. "Do you know him?"

"Yes, he's my Teacher."

"Teacher?"

Ivy was taken aback and observed him more closely. The young man was also wearing a mask, making his original appearance impossible to discern. "Is he from Brookwood Town?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize him." Ethan shook his head. "But he taught me the dangers of Fireplace Bay through his own experience."

As the saying goes, "When three people walk together, one must be my teacher." Even though they had never exchanged a word, Ethan had already mentally regarded the young man as his teacher. If he hadn't witnessed the young man's misfortune, he might have incurred enormous debt while "borrowing" Occultism books from the bookstore.

Ivy's eyelids twitched a few times. Ethan's thought process was peculiar; he wasn't someone ordinary people could understand.

Perhaps his excessive devotion to studying Occultism and Dark Creatures had influenced his thinking to some extent by the Evil God.

"That's perfect. Wait here for me and don't wander off. I need to go somewhere first."

"Okay."

Ethan placed the heavy box on the ground. He noticed Ivy holding a black cloth bag that was making jingling sounds. This was likely a bag full of Gold Lions. She walked directly towards the Captain's Room, which was guarded by sailors and off-limits to Zero Krypton players.

He wisely joined the crowd and watched the spectacle.

Don't pry into the leader's affairs; this likely involves the empire's darkness. It's better not to know.

"It's been so long, and you're still chasing her. You should probably give up by now."

As Ivy pushed open the door, she heard the Captain's voice, deep and slightly hoarse.

He was a man in his fifties with quite a bit of gray hair. He wore a white cloak and was currently leaning on his desk, looking down at a nautical chart spread out on the table.

The Captain didn't look up and said, "This is for your own good."

Ivy, with a stern face, tossed the bag of Gold Lions onto the nautical chart.

The Captain finally paused, untied the knot at the mouth of the bag, and the entire bag glowed with golden light. The Captain weighed the bag and said, "It seems you haven't been home in a while."

"Do you want it, or not?"

The Captain answered with his actions. He opened a drawer and put the full bag of Gold Lions inside. "I just happened to hear about this from a friend. About a year ago, on a certain day, he met a buyer. A unique silver-white hair color and a pair of red pupils. She went to the store to buy some things: parchment, a pen, and tools for Magic Recording. It looked like she was making a Magic Book."

"A Magic Book?"

Ivy fell into thought. "Why would she make a Magic Book?"

"That's not something I can know. My friend doesn't like to attract attention, and he dislikes testifying in court. He asked that you forget you ever came here after you leave this room, as simply mentioning these things already carries significant risk."

"I know."

Ivy said, "I've never been here today."

"That's for the best."

The conversation with the Captain lasted only a few minutes. She walked out of the Captain's Room and looked up at the eternally dark sky of Fireplace Bay, sighing deeply.

Winter had come before.

She found traces left by the other party once again, yet she always felt like she was chasing a ghost.

However, the investigation that had been ongoing finally yielded some substantial progress.

Although the motive was unknown, she knew Winter had come to Fireplace Bay during her escape, bought the basic tools for making a magic book, and very likely left behind a monumental magic book.

She had to find that magic book.

It was the strongest proof that the Winter Witch was still alive, and also evidence the Holy See could not ignore.

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