After all, in many people's minds, the Dimensional Demon God was nothing more than a human fantasy. Though countless stories and legends existed, there had never been the slightest shred of evidence proving that the Dimensional Demon God truly existed.
The Demon God had never responded to anyone.
Not until today, when legend shone into reality and an unprecedented contract was formed before their eyes, did they finally learn that the Demon God was real.
As for why Zhao Cheng's contract with the Demon God had likewise taken the form of cards, many witches attributed this coincidence to the idea that cards were the truth of some world—that upon reaching a certain rank, all things took this form.
Within the Demon God's radiance, Shen Qiu, who had forced herself to stand, pounced again.
She kept feeling that something was off about this part of the plot.
According to the Book of Miracles' setup, love was supposed to be used as the medium for the ritual. Add to that her identity as a transmigrator, her identity as the Ancient King's contractor... Put all those elements together, and no matter how she looked at it, this was a script tailor-made for her.
At the critical moment, she was supposed to turn the tide.
But what was this now?!
And there was one more crucial point: was a legendary item really this fragile?!
It had actually been crushed by a single hand.
This book wasn't a counterfeit, was it?!
Once again, she began to doubt her life.
And at the same moment the Book of Witches was crushed, that space recording this world's "history" seemed to have finally buckled beneath the burden. Or rather, as the "plot" went berserk, it had finally been played to ruin.
Countless fragments fell into the depths of