"I... I don’t want to." Bubble resisted sorrowfully, retreating backwards.
ters away, Xu Cheng and Laila were helping Madam dusa wash the dishes, while Helena was conversing with a frog.
Farosa pressed forward step by step, her body like another world, towering over, blocking Bubble’s path.
She reached out her hand, placing it on Bubble’s chest, as if an ice spike pinned Bubble down, sending a chill through her entire body.
"Even among all the witches, you belong to the most dazzling kind." Farosa stared into Bubble’s eyes, seeing the birth and death of countless worlds within them. Compared to Bubble’s imnse power, Farosa’s magic was like dust. "Unfortunately, we don’t have ti to wait for you to grow up."
"I..." Bubble opened her mouth, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
Her will was aching to the point of shattering, as if nailed to a crucifix, countless long nails driven into her head, chest, hands, and feet. Her eyes widened, cracking, bleeding, though the blood soon turned transparent and dispersed.
"Your magic is imnsely strong, able to connect all axes of ti and traverse all spaces. You are Genesis itself, existing both here and on The Other Shore. We walk within your body, living inside a giant bubble, as if you are the reincarnation of the Witch of the Star River in this era." Farosa’s hand approached Bubble’s chest, reaching inside, attempting to pierce her soul.
"No—" Bubble struggled.
"The Witch of the Star River spread out into countless fragnts, and you are the most powerful among them. After countless cycles of reincarnation, you finally appear before , but you are always ’Bubble,’ the most powerful and awe-inspiring piece among the fragnts of the Witch of the Star River, the hub gateway, the Gate of Myriad Realms. You can move to any ti and space in the world. I envy your magic; we learn the rules, you define the rules." Farosa explored Bubble’s soul, seeking the "Silver Key" to open the gate.
Truly marvelous. Farosa felt that magic, it was the very foundation of this world’s existence.
"Ti and space" itself.
Witches nowadays are reincarnated in different civilizations, unaware of the countless generations they have traversed.
It is said that there once was a particularly powerful Bubble, unrestricted by space and position, transcending all finite spatial dinsions, capable of involving different spaces simultaneously, achieving independent existence beyond space.
The Bubble before ... too weak, only fit to die.
At this mont, Bubble struggled to resist, resisting with all her heart and soul. Her soul ignited, burning Farosa’s hand, leaving her empty-handed. Farosa frowned, retracting her hand.
Bubble refused to obey the Witch Goddess.
"Cough—" Bubble fell to the ground, pressing her hands against the earth, breathing rapidly.
She looked up, weakly gazing at Farosa.
"Stand up, you don’t need to look up to . We should be living in your glory. In the past, to escape the Galaxy’s Envoy, the Witch of the Star River devoured all the witches, subrging us into chaos, thereby beginning the journey of constant travel, reincarnation, and rebirth in the universe, preserving the fla of witch civilization. At that ti, we were one, when we were still connected pieces, I must have admired your light too." Farosa muttered.
"But I, now I can’t, now I can’t..." Bubble said despairingly.
She could release her power, but she was still too weak. No ti, truly no ti. Human-witch civilization couldn’t wait for her to grow up, ti, ti was too precious...
"You just need to die, only your great power can help us reach The Other Shore at this mont. Are you unwilling to sacrifice?" Farosa glanced sideways.
"No." Bubble gritted her teeth, glancing hastily towards the direction of Madam dusa’s small house, where Xu Cheng was.
Unwilling to leave Xu Cheng.
"Now is the best ti, the Galaxy’s Envoy’s next attack could co at any mont, we can’t wait any longer, tardiness will lead to change. The Giant Tower plan is not omnipotent, especially against the likes of the Galaxy’s Envoy. It might be tomorrow, or the day after; we must act before it does." Farosa said calmly.
"So, I either die today... or tomorrow?" Bubble said.
"Maybe you’ll want an alternative path. Well, I could indeed use your magic to open the hub gateway. But if I beco the gateway myself, who will be strong enough to wield the Godslayer Weapon and face the Galaxy’s Envoy directly? So, it must be who opens you, I am the actor, you are just a door." Farosa said.
Bubble gritted her teeth.
"We could also have a copying witch duplicate your magic, but whoever copies your magic would have to die, shatter into pieces with no trace left, unable to be found or restored. Do you want soone else to die for you? You wouldn’t be so cruel." Farosa said.
"I don’t want..."
"According to calculations, we need another 2400 years before you can begin to understand this power. But within these 2400 years, ten Heavenly Tribulations will occur, which ans, on average, every 240 years our planet will face an extinction crisis, resulting in a total of 100 billion deaths." Farosa said.
As long as the Galaxy’s Envoy remains a threat, the Golden Age could never be called peaceful, they were rely animals waiting for periodic slaughter in a slaughterhouse.
"..." Bubble cried.
"If you do not comply, we’ll all die, sooner or later. So now, please die for us, offer your life for the future of the universe." Farosa held Bubble’s face with both hands, staring at her for a long ti, her gaze indifferent, as if she couldn’t see Bubble’s tears.
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