Everyone was waiting for Ye Qiyan's battle with the Dark Grand Duke to end, hoping he could win.
The High Tower had already collapsed, and Arcane Academy City existed in name only.
Only the locomotive of Helen's train barely remained.
The six academies of Arcane Academy City had long since fallen somewhere unknown.
All she could do was defeat as many Dark Creatures as possible.
And in this darkness, Helen suddenly detected a strange fluctuation.
It was a fluctuation of magic power.
It was the fluctuation of a Mystic-type ritual entirely different from hers.
That fluctuation was gradually growing stronger.
Something seemed to be taking shape within it.
"Who's over there?"
The ruins of Carlot Academy.
This academy was no longer within the reach of the Sun and Moon's light.
Yet light still existed here.
It was the light of a ritual.
In the dark sky curtain, there seemed to be a spiderweb woven from countless strings of karma.
Directly beneath the web.
A ritual was taking place on a gigantic altar.
Monrojina's eyes were bloodshot, and the Wand Sword in her hand continuously absorbed the causes transmitted through that web of karma.
Across countless worlds.
Humans and monsters alike, many beings were forced to begin repaying that karma at this moment.
She covered her cheeks in madness, murmuring to herself.
"It's time for all these countless karmic debts to be repaid!"
Absorb!
Everyone who still owed Monrojina a karmic debt felt an inexplicable discomfort.
Some cursed angrily, some were afraid, and others felt a measure of relief.
The mental limits of these beings across different worlds were all reduced by fifty points, without exception, regardless of their strength.
This time, she had committed everything.
If she still failed to become the King of Karma this time, the vast,