Chapter 340

At the same time.

The shimmering tides accumulated within the Mercury Tree finally burst into a grand blaze, like chips evaporating on a gambling table, transformed into capital representing past times, all evaporating in the blink of an eye.

At this point, like magma melting ice and snow, the Stage Aura woven from five layers of [Flow State] is covered by infinitely expanding pure white, originating from a segment of the distant past, descending in a dreamlike form.

Odin awakens from his long slumber, his authority as the king of gods transforming into thunder, tearing away the shell that belongs to Ymir, who emerges from the cocoon that has absorbed the corpses of all living beings and the remains of giants.

The World Tree's lament heralded a war that burned deep within the earth's crust.

That passionate and stirring symphony, like an irresistible death knell, came with a sea of red and black fire. It carried a judgment more domineering than Nighold's, and with the withering and collapsing pillar of salt, it proclaimed the Ragnarok of the gods.

No one can stop fate.

Even if you are the king of the gods who pulled out Gungnir and led the once invincible Valhalla, you will still be defeated on a fiery twilight and meet your own end.

Emerging from the flames was a thin, somewhat lonely young boy.

The boy's body was riddled with cracks, his pupils like shattered glass, his soul burning fiercely, his will immortal and indestructible, constantly intertwining in a state of fire and salt, like a demon trying to break through heaven from purgatory, both deathly and violent.

Can the sun shine brightly even in the dust?

"Hero who has defeated eleven Disaster God, why haven't you fallen yet?"

No one answered Odin's question, just as no one knew why someone could bear the cost of eleven powers' backlash and still survive.

In the end, only a whisper answered the King of Gods:

"Laevateinn."

Odin sat atop Sreinil, like the god-king in the epic, wielding the invincible Gungnir, striking again and again the crimson and black radiance that engulfed heaven and earth.

The roots of the World Tree grant boundless power, the remains of Ymir form the throne, and the endless Disaster Tide flow into the warhorses and their bodies, giving rise to the concept of the Aesir gods and bringing with them a vast array of powers encompassing all things.

This is the Disaster God who possesses a pantheon. Compared to the [King of Salt]'s singular and extreme authority, His fully grown form is even more unsolvable and terrifying.

But standing before Him was a monster that had vanquished eleven Disaster God, stripping and devouring their authority one by one; the consciousness of the planet was imbued within it, and all the blessings of humanity were lost in a single sword strike.

The dimensions of space and time blurred, the concept of immortality was scorched, and the fire, more intense than the sun, burned the world of the Aesir, melted the barrier separating the seawater, evaporated tens of millions of hectares of seawater from the outside world, and erased a part of the planet's surface like an eraser.

Even the king of gods could not stop the raging fire that symbolized the end. This mythological group concept, which was defeated by Laevateinn, finally ushered in its final twilight.

The World Tree's reflection in multiple dimensions shattered, and the anchor point through which [Ymir]'s corpse pierced the planet was uprooted, and the endless vortex of calamity was reduced to ashes.

The chaotic atmosphere, excessively high temperatures, and localized spatial-temporal disorder all distorted the rules in the vicinity. The spectrum lost its meaning for a moment, and the chaos of black and white engulfed the field of vision. The outer shell of the world trembled, and the sighs of planets echoed in the ears.

In the very end, Odin, on the verge of being consumed by fire, hurled his Mythical Weapon.

That spear, transformed into a shooting star, wove the threads of fate, reversing the flow of cause and effect, pulling back the chaotic phenomena of spacetime after the collapse of the World Tree, avoiding the erosion of burning and saltification, traversing the collapsed dimensions, and piercing the heart of the hero.

Although the boy lowered his eyes and drew the spear that resembled a branch in the next second, he still remembered the Mythical Weapon that locked onto the trajectory of fate and shattered the karma that bound him to himself.

Its name is,

--gungnir.

The gilded light in Chu Yuanqing's eyes burned, and she calmly uttered its name in her heart.

The Mirror Tree atop the dome shattered amidst a deafening roar, its fragments breaking apart into thousands of illusory spear-like branches. Using a wisp of calamity energy at the tree's summit as a medium, these branches locked onto the fate of [Calamity Wish], scattering it across the world!

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East Flow Island, Osaka.

The haze on the horizon was thick and oppressive.

The calamity that swallowed up light and vision manifested as all sorts of ugly and ferocious demons, just like the hundred ghosts that roam the night in the myths of the Eastern Rivers, roaming freely and arrogantly in the streets, shopping malls, and even houses.

These unfortunate citizens had nowhere to hide and could only flee desperately like sheep being chased by wolves, their minds blank, their mental defenses gradually stripped away until they finally entered the desperate moment of waiting for the [Calamity Wish].

For ordinary people, calamity is an unsolvable problem.

Even if one understands that demons are illusions and cannot harm them for the time being, the environment filled with calamity will still distort the mind and intensify emotions, gradually causing a once calm and decisive person to lose their rationality and become a plaything in someone else's hands.

Worst of all, the pillar of calamity had only been descending for less than 10 minutes.

These demons, created by the calamity fog, have already undergone several evolutions.

If we say that they initially had many loopholes and flaws, and needed to cooperate with the general environment to break through their inner defenses, then...

Now, as the desire to reap the benefits grows stronger, these desires have slowly come alive through fear, beginning to subtly Reality Interference and instill a despair that shatters one's worldview.

"I want to live."

"I want to leave here."

"I want the demon in front of me to disappear."

"I want to possess the power to fight demons."

Such wishes are deliberately induced to be made, and then instantly realized under the manipulation of the culprit, completing a closed loop of exploitation.

The streets and alleys were filled with innocent people who had collapsed and fainted from the effects of the disaster. The place was like an anthill that had been filled with hot water, and the remaining survivors were struggling to survive.

The hospital located in the center of the pillar of light,

Sitting in the operating room, Hei Mitomi's thoughts became completely muddled after she made her wish. Unlike the doctors, nurses, and patients, she didn't choose to run away.

The girl simply stayed quietly beside her mother, holding her thin, bony hand, and looking down at her mother on the hospital bed.

Kuroki Saki's hair had fallen out during chemotherapy. Her once radiant face was now bloodless, her skin had turned sallow, and brown patches covered her face and other parts of her body. She looked like a withering plant, thin and weak.

But what is most horrifying is the wound on the neck, which was cut open with a key. It was as if all the strength had been used to cut it open, the flesh cruelly turned upside down, the rough and hideous cross-section becoming a riverbed of flowing blood.

If it weren't for the black mist forcibly stopping the bleeding after the wish was made, the other person would probably have stopped breathing long ago.

"Mom, you've always been very good at enduring pain."

Like a small animal shivering in the winter cold, Hei Mitomi felt the warmth of her mother's hand with her fingertips. Her wish had not yet been fulfilled, and the evil energy seemed not to have distorted her mind yet, allowing past memories to rush back like a galloping horse.

My Dad once said that my mother used to be an athlete in her student days, but later switched careers to become a fashion designer. She only gradually withdrew from the workforce and became a housewife after giving birth to me.

Hei Mitomi always thought that her mother was a very capable person.

My mother doesn't cry out when she gets splashed with oil while cooking, and she doesn't shed a tear when she accidentally cuts her finger while chopping vegetables. She can lift heavy things with her small, thin body. Even when she's suffering from illness, she can still manage a smile and comfort herself by saying that things will get better.

Even those gruesome and terrifying wounds were inflicted by my mother herself so that I wouldn't become a burden to her.

Hei Mitomi gazed at her mother's withered and weathered face. Driven by emotion, the calamity in her soul surged back into the rules, praying that her wish would be fulfilled soon.

The girl knew, of course, that the voice did not come from a god.

Rather, just by looking at the surrounding situation, it's clear that words like "devil" and "monster" are more fitting to describe the voice that suddenly appeared in my mind.

But it doesn't matter anymore. She doesn't care what price Hei Mitomi has to pay. All she wants is to save her family, to save... her mother who has raised her with such hardship over the past ten years.

Thus, the [Calamity Wish] echoed this feeling and wish.

The intense, malevolent aura surged from her fingertips into Kuroki Saki's body, unleashing a virus far more terrifying and incurable than cancer cells. It used invisible mutations to devour all the lesions.

The outward results were that the neck wound healed properly, the bruises on the body began to disappear, the symptoms of excessive blood loss vanished, the complexion became healthier, and even the gaunt cheeks became rosy.

Hei Mitomi's eyes were glazed over. As her mother became "healthy," her consciousness began to falter, and her vitality and life force seemed to flow backward, leaving her with no control over her limbs.

At this moment,

The girl's ability to think had almost disappeared. She had no time to consider how much her death would sadden her mother; she could only wallow in false hope as everything came to an end.

The malice hidden behind it is surging like a tidal wave.

For calamities, the emotions following the shattering of hope are the best seasoning.

So all we have to do is wait quietly, wait for the moment when the girl thinks her wish has been fulfilled, then blast Kuroki Saki into a bloody mist, and we can swallow this despair born from love whole.

Time passed.

Hei Mitomi's vitality grew increasingly dim.

This is the rule of [Calamity Wish] collecting rewards. Even without the medium of disaster energy, it can still use the rules to harvest the lifespan of the client whose wish has been fulfilled.

Kuroki Saki appeared to have fully recovered, and even her consciousness, permitted by the calamity, experienced a brief resurgence. She weakly opened her eyes, saw her daughter holding her hand, seemingly fast asleep, and murmured blankly:

"Xiaotong? Am I in hell?"

Hei Mitomi snapped out of her daze and hugged her mother in surprise, wanting to say something, but suddenly noticed with her sharp eyes that dense cracks were appearing on the other woman's skin.

--Click.

The sound, like crackling ceramic, echoed in my ears and pierced my heart.

The girl felt as if she had entered an ice cellar. She realized what was about to happen, but she was powerless to stop the collapse of flesh and blood and the death of her loved ones. The evil energy in her soul boiled with excitement, anticipating the sorrow and despair she was about to taste.

But just as the calamity energy within the mother and daughter was stirring,

The eternal spear belonging to Odin, the king of gods, traversed the trajectory of destiny, transcending the distance of time and space. It transformed into a blazing meteor, unleashing hurricanes and raging fire, wildly and arrogantly piercing through the dark walls of the dome!

The pillar of calamity was forcibly struck down from the horizon. Like a shooting star, it tore through the darkness, and the pitch-black wall covering a vast area collapsed with a roar. The billions of fragments that had withered away burned fiercely. As Golden Lamp had predicted, they should have exploded in a chain reaction after breaking apart, harming many innocent people.

The threads of fate, though conceptual, fall faster than time itself. They envelop the entire area of the pillar of calamity, connecting the destinies of all people with the stage located in Saint Wolfgang.

At that moment, everyone became a spectator, and in a daze, they saw that stage shining with brilliance.

The girl's cool braided hair swayed as she turned her head, the rose vase earrings by her ears gently rocking, her gilded eyes seeming to gaze across mountains and rivers at everyone present, her pink lips curving into a captivating smile.

This person seemed to be saying:

"Don't worry, it's alright, just leave it to me."

It's like humming an old nursery rhyme, like a mother's embrace, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance to dispel fear.

The Pure White Aria slowly descends, dancing with the other four layers of Flow State.

The dazzling light, a blend of pure white, cherry blossom pink, blue-green, emerald green, and jet black, transformed into a magnificent sun that engulfed every area, instantly evaporating all the ominous energy.

At this moment, the voices of the Little Idol echoed all over the world:

No one can be just like me in any way (announcing my arrival to the world in a unique way)

Just like magic, I'll be flying free.

Hospital corridor

The cherry blossoms, woven with flowing light, followed the trajectory of fate, passing through the operating room and scattering onto the mother and daughter. The cause and effect of the [Calamity Wish] were reversed, and the dark mist, just squeezed out of their bodies, was evaporated by the shimmering light.

The cracks on Kuroki Saki Chu Yuanqing's will, which controlled the fate of the Eternal Spear, reversed all the wounds caused by the calamity and flowed back to the [Calamity Wish] body.

This miraculous scene is unfolding in the lives of millions of people, reversing the lingering trauma of the disaster.

In a daze, Hei Mitomi saw Kiriwake Yayoi singing on stage. She was overwhelmed by the emotion that was so real it brought tears to her eyes. When she came to her senses, she was back in a bright and warm world.

Yayoi...

The girl murmured about her idol, looked at her mother lying peacefully in the hospital bed, forced a bright smile, suppressed her lingering fear, hugged her tightly, and let tears fall like raindrops, sobbing as she said:

"Mom, welcome back."

Sea Capital, the First People's Hospital.

The inpatient building, first floor atrium.

"Ling Bao, run!"

Sitting in her wheelchair, Pei Xiaotong anxiously looked at her silly and cute cousin in front of her. Suddenly, a noisy buzzing sound filled her ears, and she felt a splitting headache. After saying this, the double vision in front of her became even more violent, and she completely lost her strength.

Behind the little girl was a slender humanoid figure woven from the calamity mist. It was pitch black and deep, with its limbs and torso spiraling, and its arm was a giant scythe dragged on the ground.

Pei Xiaotong can see it from a first-person perspective.

Her consciousness seemed to be divided within it, and when her emotions were intense, she could even control this monster, which was similar to a Stand, a demi-human, or a guardian spirit, to a certain extent.

What's terrifying is that this body's consciousness is violent and ferocious. In the very first moment of its birth, it nearly killed its parents, its mind filled with the horrifying thought of "taking off their legs to fill the void in itself."

Pei Xiaotong desperately tried to control the monster and stopped the downward movement of the scythe. She had it throw her into a wheelchair and pushed it outside to get away from her Dad and avoid a tragedy.

But the result was...

As luck would have it, they bumped into Xu Ling, who had just returned from the restroom.

This monster was particularly interested in people who were close to it, and almost the instant it saw Xu Ling, it was filled with the desire to cut off her legs.

In the instant the little girl was distracted, the eerie mist humanoid figure crumbled, transforming into millions of pitch-black particles, like a dense swarm of bees, which swiftly flew towards the girl.