Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

As the potion flowed into his body, the previously paralyzed limbs regained some sensation, and consciousness within his mind began to stir tumultuously, filled with a violent impulse to do something, anything to release this power that had no outlet.

Leaning against the rock wall, he was gasping for air with strands of heat rising from his body, and his pupils turned a dark red.

At that moment, Yang Che stopped using electric shocks and instead charged forward, clutching the Light Saber in his hand.

Whoosh—

Amidst the shrill sound of slicing through the air, the Light Saber suddenly came down, cutting through the stalagmite the phantom had dodged behind, leaving a massive torn wound in its trail, charred to a crisp.

If not for the high-quality Invisibility protective clothing, the other might have been bisected on the spot.

Driven to desperation, the phantom grasped the flute in its hand, rolling through the accumulated water before suddenly blowing into it. Unfortunately, it did little to affect Yang Che, who was equipped with noise-cancelling tactical earphones. Find more chapters on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

He took several steps forward, slashing again with his sword and severing the phantom's flute and arm without a spray of blood, as the high-temperature light of the saber instantly cauterized and evaporated the surface of the wound.

"This is your doing!" the phantom wailed as it fled, then pulled out a special cylindrical object attached to its waist, twisted it open with force, and hurled it at Yang Che.

As the Light Saber came down, the cylindrical container shattered, releasing a misty fog that seemed to pour out, followed by an extremely uncomfortable sensation that hit right in the face.

This chaotic, disorderly fog that infected and twisted everything came out and immediately started disrupting the Aijieka Particles in the surrounding air. Magic Power became difficult to manipulate; consciousness slowly sank into oblivion. The rocks, the puddled water, everything underwent varying degrees of distortion—like a picture cut into countless pieces, transforming into a messy and irregular mosaic with no order or pattern left.

What is this...?

Yang Che swayed as if the earth and sky were spinning, and the Light Saber in his hand dimmed, losing its Magic Power supply.

Suddenly, his body jolted, gaining a bit of clarity, and he rapidly retreated several steps to slightly ease his discomfort. However, the gray fog in the cave had already started to spread everywhere. Some of the dead flesh monsters on the ground even began to convulse, taking on strange mutations as chaotic organs and eyeballs appeared over their bodies.

The sight before him reminded Yang Che of an important chapter from the historical education every Federal citizen, indeed all of humanity's descendants, should know.

This was the calamity that destroyed human civilization at the end of the Twilight Era—the Chaos Phantom!!!

But wasn't this disaster completely eradicated by the sages of times past during the Fourth Epoch? How could it still exist?

Unable to imagine the terrifying impact of this horror reemerging, Yang Che could no longer focus on pursuing the fleeing phantom. Instead, his only thought was to report back to his superiors as soon as possible; this mission was definitely not going to end well.

In the darkness, the culprit causing the chaos was still fleeing. As he ran clumsily through the water, he cursed incessantly.

"If it weren't for you bastards, I wouldn't have had to expose what was found in these ancient relics; although it is the calamity that destroyed ancient civilizations, it is also the handle that pries open the door to Transcendence. With this special existence, advancing becomes effortless. I just can't understand why the ancients didn't take proper advantage of these things."

"No, that's not right! The humans back then surely utilized it, or how else could there have been so many Sequence 9 beings in the Fourth Epoch, while now Sequence 8 is incredibly rare?"

"The technology and secret techniques didn't get lost, otherwise, how could the continuing regression of civilization be explained?" he muttered, cursing the shortsightedness of the ancients for exterminating these 'treasures' that could elevate Transcendent power, all for the sake of so-called peace.

"Life is not precious; it's like rats that can be bred at any time. Even if this disaster causes massive death, it's a trivial matter compared to the greatness of continuously advancing and approaching godliness."

As he fled, he searched for the location of an underground river. With the help of the subterranean river, he could escape from the jurisdiction of Payin City. Then, by laying low, he could find a new place to continue his research after a few years.

However, as he trudged through the water, the remaining Crystal Stone dust on his clothes began to emit a blue glow, becoming more lively and flickering like the gloomy blue flowers and plants blossoming beneath the earth.

Suddenly, the pale blue light dots danced in the air, slowly transitioning to purple and congregating to form a rift. The rift tore open, and a slender figure with black hair slowly descended.

Clad in a black, finely made dress, her slender legs were sheathed in black stockings decorated with golden threads, flowing with the glow of Magic Power. The upper body was draped with a black silk off-the-shoulder shawl, exposing her flawless collarbone, while on her collar was pinned a purple flower that looked incredibly real, bursting with gorgeous bloom, with a purple gemstone at the heart of the flower bud, continually drawing in flickering dots of Magic Power.

With a black-and-purple rimmed parasol in hand, this dreamlike girl gently descended.

Adjusting to the Magic Attire, Tilan quietly hovered mid-air, looking down at the phantom below. Although she indeed returned to her home, it didn't mean she lost the ability to return underground. Inheriting her sister's Talent for space, she could already perform short-distance spatial shifts, and the Crystal Stone she gave to Qiao Long served as a coordinate marker.

In fact, she didn't initially plan to return, only wishing to use the Crystal Stone to sense the progression of events. However, the turn of events went beyond her expectations to the point where she was forced to intervene.