Chapter 132: The Last Moment

After collecting the bodies, the group resumed their journey.

From beginning to end, Armin did not shed a single tear.

In the past, Armin was a tearful and naive girl, passionate, easily excitable, and impulsive. She had cried countless times during the Alchemist Emperor's escape, and even more hysterically during her battle with Charlotte by the waterfall.

However, on the day she ascended as Emperor, her teacher, Grantham, spoke to her about the history of King Lilith, just before his death from old age.

Her teacher told her:

He most admired Lilith; though she was once a fragile witch, she never cried, no matter what difficulties or despair she faced after taking that position.

Because the King of Babylon permitted no tears.

Thus, a few days later, when her teacher, the Alchemist Emperor, died, she did not cry, and she hasn't cried since.

“How many more must die on this path?” Armin sighed, looking at the group around her. “Perhaps most of us will eventually meet our end.”

“As long as the Kingdom of Babylon can be revived...”

Around her, the Babylonian witch ministers who had followed them all wore worried expressions.

These were the nation's elite, over a dozen Level 6 Legendary Witches, forming the core strength of the entire Witch Kingdom.

They now lived inside Pandora’s Box, recuperating and forming a small spatial tribe.

“Now, I have finally reached Medusa’s level.”

She paused in silence, then stood up. “It’s time to meet with Witch Circe and the others! Let me ignite the divine fire and understand what desperate truth Medusa saw back then.”

Half a month later, Armin’s breakthrough failed.

In this world, the human limit was Demigod. They finally learned this terrifying truth.

“On this land, Demigod is the limit! If I were in another realm, I would have taken that step without hindrance in an instant. This world is a cage! It has imprisoned our talents!”

At this moment, Armin finally understood what Medusa had meant before her death.

Circe, Charlotte, and the others fell into despair.

But Armin’s expression turned resolute. “Impossible. There must be a path to break through to Level 8 Mythic, we just haven’t discovered it yet.... There’s no turning back now. Even if it means death, we must achieve godhood!”

The others were stunned, gazing at Armin, who then showed a brilliant smile.

Yes, there was no turning back.

Year 1003 of the Babylonian Kingdom.

Charlotte was the second to approach the Demigod breakthrough.

They began searching for the Demigod Phoenix and finally found its traces in a hidden cave within a mountain range at the world’s edge.

With Demigod Armin providing support, Charlotte, after facing death and challenging it thirteen times, broke through to the Demigod realm, and the Phoenix, heavily wounded, flew away.

Year 1009 of the Babylonian Kingdom.

Emery, the King of Beastmen, approached the Demigod breakthrough.

They began searching for the Demigod Phoenix and eventually found it in a muddy swamp, where it had gathered its flames, buried itself, used high temperatures to burn away the mud, and transformed itself into a clay statue.

It was hiding within the statue, worshipped and prayed to by the ignorant people of some swamp tribes.

After battles lasting several months, Emery, who faced death countless times, finally broke through to Demigod, and the Phoenix, heavily wounded, flew away.

Year 1027 of the Babylonian Kingdom.

Circe’s path to Demigod was the longest, taking over a hundred years. She finally pioneered a new path, that of the “Necromancer,” and was about to break through to Undead Demigod.

In the ocean, they found the Phoenix, which was using fire to solidify mud, attempting to transform itself into a clay statue, and had cast itself into the deep sea to hide. After several days of battle, Circe broke through to the Demigod realm.

The following year, Year 1028 of the Babylonian Kingdom.

The Evil Gods engaged in civil war again!

Heaven and earth shattered, and the entire royal capital collapsed.

Another one died, leaving only two Great Evil God Kings.

Armin and the others were gripped by an unprecedented sense of urgency. “If another Evil God dies, and the Evil God’s body truly unifies, then it will have the power to deal with us, to kill us!”

Even though their four Epic Witches had now become four Demigods, they were still vulnerable, because not only had they progressed over the past century, but the Evil Gods had also been rapidly growing in power.

They could faintly feel a terrifying and unnerving aura emanating from the center of the Witch Royal Capital.

It far surpassed the power that human Demigods could achieve, approaching true godhood. Even a dozen or more Demigods together might not be able to contend with it.

“What a horrifying aura that is,” Demigod Armin said, standing on a mountain and looking out at the Witch Royal Capital, at the terrifying, vast Cthulhu Evil God seated on a throne of black stone, with countless witches living on its body. She felt a chill. “We have less than thirty years left. This is the final moment!”

“Will destruction lead to... rebirth?”

Xu Zhi stood up, picked up the trash can in his room, which contained a large pile of plastic packaging and fruit pits, and strode out the door, intending to empty it at the garbage truck stop on the nearby country road.

Due to the environmental limits of this barren Earth, the Cthulhu Evil God could not break through to Mythic realm either.

However, it could continue to grow stronger. Its body cells could increase its witch level, transforming it into a Demigod with distorted, extreme combat power, even approaching the power of a true god—capable of easily defeating a dozen or even a hundred Demigods of the same level.

“In such a desperate situation, only by breaking through to Level 8 Mythic can you win. Can you truly achieve that?” Xu Zhi pondered, returning with the trash can. “Time is running out for you.”

In the real world.

In the room adorned with Armin posters of the seaside, a young man slowly awoke and stood up, walking to the window.

He exuded a contradictory aura; though in his early twenties, he possessed a sense of aged wisdom, giving the illusion of extreme composure.

“This power...”

Zai Ke Duoshou silently stood up and went to the mirror, observing everything.

The acne and pockmarks that had covered his face began to gradually disappear, and his unhealthy body, from living as a shut-in for too long, started to become healthy. “My body, actually...”

The powerful spirit and soul of a Level 6 Legendary Witch still provided some feedback to his body.

On the other side.

Xue Baixue also stood up, silently feeling everything, and found himself filled with energy and vigor.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

Originally, due to overseeing the evolution of the Evil God, he had spent countless hours researching and checking papers, which caused him to lose a lot of hair; it had become dry, prone to falling out, and he was starting to go bald. Now, however, his hair had turned black and looked like it would soon regrow.

“What??”

He was utterly astonished. After a moment of silence, he quietly blinked. “This hardcore game doesn’t just make you lose your hair and go bald; it can also make your hair regrow and restore your health? How incredibly thoughtful of the developers towards players.”

“No, wait, this is the hair-growth power blessed by my wife!” He silently looked at the screenshot and logged onto the internet.