Chapter 160

Chapter 160 – The Fate of the Witch

With the aura of ancient times, a silver-haired girl with golden hair and silver eyes stood at the door. Although it wasn’t raining, she still held a delicate black parasol, its edges adorned with lace patterns and colored crystal pendants. Her beautiful face looked like that of an eternal 17-year-old girl, smiling gently as she stood quietly on the steps.

Lolan Hill opened the door and looked at this senior witch before her, a slight look of surprise on her face. Then, like the wind of night, the phantom witch brushed past her and entered the hall.

When Lolan Hill closed the door and turned around, she found the silver-haired girl already seated on the sofa beside the coffee table, the parasol in her hand gone, and a teapot and teacup added to the table.

“It’s been a long time, little Lolan. You’ve been asleep for quite some time,” Tides said, watching the silver-haired girl slowly walk towards the opposite sofa.

“Yeah, Sister Tides. It seems like it’s been seven years,” Lolan Hill replied as she sat down.

“No, it’s actually eight years now,” Tides blinked, and in her silver eyes, it seemed like starlight was flowing.

“But what surprised me even more was that you, without a teacher, built a nation, Clancia.”

“This might just be a coincidence,” Lolan Hill said somewhat embarrassedly. In fact, she hadn’t thought much about it at the time; she had simply followed her heart.

“This isn’t a coincidence, but a certainty. You just moved too early, which really surprised me,” Tides said slowly.

“Do you know about the well-known human nations in history?”

“Some. The first empire—the Crimson Empire, then the Mercury Dynasty, the House of Plantagenet, and Oz Country.”

“Yes, but very few people know that during their initial establishment, there were always witches behind the scenes, supporting or protecting them.”

“Is that so?” Lolan Hill widened her eyes.

“Yes,” Tides paused for a moment, as if recalling many things, her tone somewhat distant.

“Short lives make humans pursue survival, staying alive and reproducing being the goal of most people’s lives.”

“But for Extraordinary Beings, staying alive and reproducing is no longer an issue. They begin to seek various desires—wealth, power, love, fame, and so on.”

“When they become strong enough to surpass countless peers, these desires become easily attainable. But no matter how delicious the food or how enjoyable the activity, after thousands or billions of repetitions, they will eventually become boring.”

“Luckily, even powerful Extraordinary Beings find it hard to resist the erosion of time. As they age and approach death, even if they chase all their lives, they cannot reach the end of their desires.”

“But witches are different. Our innate powers give us long lifespans, and through long periods of time and life experiences, you will gradually grow tired of many things in the world, whether it’s the colorful emotions between humans or the vibrant desires. All of these will fade in your life.”

“In the end, life becomes a monotonous gray, and boredom and meaninglessness spread like voids in your heart, forcing you to think about what is worth pursuing.”

Tides slowly stopped speaking, looking at this young junior whose clear and pure eyes made her envious. If she could remain like this forever, how wonderful it would be.

“The emptiness in one’s heart and the meaninglessness of life can torment a person, making their personality strange and curious, gradually deviating from the norm, and ultimately leading to madness and self-destruction,” Tides softly recounted the tragic fates of many witches.

“Isn’t there any solution?”

“There are methods. Some witches destroy their memories, severing everything from the past, and then start anew, reborn like the Phoenix. For example, the witch Ceti, who embodies the fiery red desire.”

“Some witches believe that memories represent themselves and a lifetime. Those people and events in their lives are the most precious treasures in the world, and they are unwilling to let go. They will calmly accept death, just like countless ordinary people, stepping into the peaceful world.”

“Some witches set greater ambitions and dreams, walking on the path of pursuit for their entire lives until their ideals consume them.”

“To save humanity, the Blood Moon Witch Julis, who transformed into a demon, gave humans the Demon Sequence. After the destruction of the Crimson Empire, she was burned to death on the Blazing Sun Altar by the priests of the Mad Fang Empire.”

“The Underworld Witch Hades, who created the Necromancer Sequence and led the Mercury Dynasty to rise, was imprisoned on the Island of Eternal Darkness after the dynasty’s disintegration, never to leave.”

“The pioneer and master of the Magic Sequence, the idol of countless mages, the Time Witch Dorothy, was nailed to the city gate when the Verdant Empire defeated Oz Country.”

“To this day, there are still witches walking this path, such as the witch Su Qin, who protects and establishes the House of Plantagenet. The Witch of the Sealed Book, Siye, who teaches students to establish the Verdant and West Wind.”

“The founding principles or ideals of these nations are extensions of their own ideals, intertwining their fate with the nation’s. When one prospers, they all do; when one declines, they all suffer.”

Seeing Lolan Hill gradually lost in thought, Tides comforted her.

“But you don’t need to worry too much. Those witches reached that point because, apart from their ideals, they had nothing else left in their hearts. Therefore, the collapse of the nation struck them so hard that they became so desperate.”

“But you, your life has just begun. There are still many possibilities in the future. Although falling once hurts, I believe you can stand up again.”

Tides comforted Lolan Hill, but she regretted inwardly. How did she get carried away and talk so much about such heavy topics? These were things that witches who had lived over a thousand years would ponder, not young witches who had only lived for a few hundred years. They had yet to enjoy their own lives, how could they care about these matters?

“No, don’t worry about me. Thank you, Sister Tides, for your warning.”

Lolan Hill smiled, reassuring her senior. With a maximum of two decades combined from her past and present lives, she couldn’t personally experience these things. But relying on her previous knowledge and thoughts, she indeed realized that what Tides said was true.

After solving basic survival and safety issues, a person’s life would always pursue the meaning of life, consciously or unconsciously.

Compared to the ordinariness and helplessness of her previous life, in this life, she had more time and leisure to explore and think about this question.

Then, why not set a small goal for herself? To see this beautiful and wondrous world, to witness dragons soaring in the sky, elves reciting ancient poetry in the forest, sails crossing the Seven Seas, the glow of magic illuminating the entire night sky, knights’ lances covering the mountains and fields, and countless banners obscuring the sky in a magnificent world.

Thank you, Fatty Emperor, Banana Not Taken, and Wenjing Qingrou, for your generous donations.

(End of Chapter)