Chapter 134: The Last Everything

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"Is there still room for a counterattack?"

The forum instantly buzzed with excitement following this post. But it seemed impossible no matter how they thought about it. Demigods were the limit in the Wizarding World. To truly become a god, perhaps it was just as Medusa had said: only by ascending to the Divine Realm, to the Land of Gods, would it be possible. No one could break through on this barren land.

However, Akina Mountain Speed actually claimed to have a solution? As soon as these words dropped, not only were the netizens agitated, but the two major research institutes operating in secret also became restless.

"Perhaps he's just fear-mongering, buying time, since becoming a god is impossible," muttered one of the researchers. Researchers in white coats began pacing, a sense of urgency filling the air. They even wanted to immediately investigate Akina Mountain Speed's identity and stop him, but Akina Mountain Speed and his associates had never revealed any real-world information. Breaking into this unconventional tech forum was simply unrealistic.

At this very moment, Akina Mountain Speed continued to speak.

"Everyone, don't rush. Maintaining the game environment and combating 'red-named' players is everyone's responsibility! Based on the time flow, things have pretty much started inside. We're just waiting for Little Cerebrum Tiger Descending the Mountain to act as a live reporter and send out screenshots. I'll be outside, acting as the commentator, to provide a live broadcast for everyone, explaining this earth-shattering chess game. And with one hour outside equaling four years inside, even if you 'red-named' players find out, it'll be impossible for you to react in time!"

Akina Mountain Speed declared, "This plan can be considered the biggest change in the entire history of the Wizarding World! A unique situation in a millennium, if successful, it will rewrite the entire world. From now on, humanity will triumph over destiny! The gods in the heavens will be beaten to death by us! We will far surpass the era of the Alchemist Emperor! We will even surpass the Three Witches who pioneered the Wizarding Age!"

A unique change in the world for a millennium? Beating the gods in heaven to death?

Holy cow! All the netizens erupted. This scoundrel was truly a professional god-slayer.

At the same time, sitting in front of their computers, complex thoughts flashed through their minds: "We are witnessing everything — the Dark Witch era, the Alchemist Emperor era, and the Era of the Evil God's Descent. This is an epic belonging to the world. Most of us have grown up under the live text and image updates, witnessing, changing, and participating, moving step by step towards glory, with countless hymns of blood and tears, the deaths and rebirths of countless heroes. Now, is the final moment approaching? What kind of world-shattering change will actually occur?"

Everyone was swept up by Akina Mountain Speed's emotions; a passionate sentiment was spreading.

Akina Mountain Speed announced, "The world's chess game will fully begin. Let us witness and broadcast the first deity on the Wizarding Land!"

"The counterattack is about to begin!"

Whoosh! Indeed, in less than thirty seconds, the first screenshot appeared. It was posted by Little Cerebrum Tiger Descending the Mountain.

"Things must have started moving inside. So, I'll provide some commentary. Everyone, first look at this image," Akina Mountain Speed began to speak seriously.

The screenshot showed a scene of the sky tearing apart. In the Royal Capital of Cthulhu, a terrifying, vast evil god stood up. Blood rain poured from the sky, and countless people wailed and fled in the streets. Amidst the blood rain, on the street, a blonde girl in a wizard's robe held a black book and gently kissed it.

Everyone: ???

Akina Mountain Speed: "What's going on? What exactly happened inside? Why is your book so inappropriate? You're not playing by the rules, just starting with affection? You scoundrel, have you fallen too?! How am I supposed to comment on this scene!"

Babylonian Kingdom, 1040.

In a boundless, nameless dark space, at the center of the earth, lay a black altar adorned with intricate alchemical magic patterns. It was ancient and vast, exuding an extremely distant aura, with wisps of black smoke coiling around it, emanating an eerily quiet sense of mystery.

Circe sat quietly on the edge of the altar, her eyes gently closed, as if recalling the scene from the tribe, when everything had begun. The Three Witches held torches, standing amidst a gruesome, bloody scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"If we do not wish to perish!""Death cannot crush our will, nor destroy our backbone! Today, history will record the courage of this day!"

On that day, countless women came. They abandoned their husbands, bid farewell to their children. They knew it meant death, knew it would bring extreme agony, yet none of them retreated.

"Everything, just like back then." Circe chuckled softly, as if reliving her youth. But now, it was an era that belonged to the younger generation, whether it was her disciple Medusa, or Ermine, Charlotte, and others.

In a trance, she seemed to hear Medea whispering softly, "My dear Circe, what are you willing to sacrifice for victory?"

"Everything." Circe replied softly.

Suddenly, her vision blurred, and she stared blankly at the hundreds of witch ministers lined up beneath the altar.

Boom! The space was trembling. The atmosphere was solemn, grave, and utterly stifling.

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