Witch King

Charles had no intention of waiting thousands of years for the Wizard World's source power to recover.

If he had not already accumulated enough source power himself, then waiting would not have mattered.

But he had already amassed sufficient power.

Wasting thousands of years doing nothing was not Charles's style.

And such a long wait held far too many uncertainties. For all he knew, someone might simply kill him outright.

As for source powerhouses—if one happened upon Charles, would he not be like a bite-sized snack?

Killing him and devouring his source power should not have been difficult.

After weighing it over, Charles ultimately tore through space and headed for the Shadow Nightmare Realm.

He had come to this world once again.

He could already vaguely sense that this world was about to break away from the present.

That meant he did not have much time left to make his choice.

If he chose to ascend to the Seventh Ring within the Shadow Nightmare Realm,

then he would have to remain in this world.

If he was unwilling, then he would have to wait at least another hundred years.

Charles stepped forward, traversing space to arrive before Omniscient Carbuncle Charles.

Charles quietly watched him. "It seems you have made your choice."

"How was it? I did not deceive you, did I? On that special plane, Alasta left behind his own source power."

"You did not bring the Book of Causal Paths because you believed I was deceiving you. You still had doubts in your heart."

Charles nodded. "Of course."

"Even if the Book of Causal Paths truly is Alasta,"

"I could not possibly hand him over to you before I ascended to the Seventh Rank."

Omniscient Carbuncle Charles laughed. "I understand. Then, will you begin your ascension now? I can