Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 76 - 74: Ouroboros Angel

The Internet Celestial Kingdom had been torn open with a tiny gap.

The entire interview venue turned into a chaotic blur of data gibberish, and the explosion’s shockwave instantaneously shredded the swarming insects and the petite body of the Blond Witch.

Strangely, Ms. Martina’s afterimage remained unscathed amidst the swirling dust.

The phantom of the past suddenly moved a little, and its hollow deep face slightly turned, as if the Ouroboros Angel was mocking with disdain.

At this moment, Lucia felt her body becoming light and airy, surrounded by a hazy fog, unable to see anything clearly.

Will she really die? Is Roland deceiving her?

Did the Gear Bomb have its intended effect? Would shattering the dream of ideals be utterly meaningless?

Will Captain Eleanor be saddened by her death? Would she seek a new First Mate?

A heap of questions weighed on the Witch’s mind, yet she did not regret her decision at all.

For Witches are the least likely to retreat, even if the Celestial Calamity takes away the dawn of civilization, they will use death to prove the meaning of existence.

Who told her this saying?

As she was lost in thought, a strong drowsiness washed over like a tide, and Lucia completely emptied her mind, letting her soul drift into the deepest void.

"Lucia... Lucia..."

Someone gently called by her ear, and the blond girl hazily opened her eyes.

Dim sunlight spilled through the classroom window, only to be completely obscured by clouds at the horizon, as the girl sitting next to her poked her cheek, "Class is about to end!"

Turns out she fell asleep in the mentor’s class...

Lucia rubbed her eyes, suddenly feeling joyful, for today was the day to return home, and she would soon see her mom and dad!

She had even prepared a gift for her mom!

The little girl clenched tightly a crooked clay boat assembled in craft class, adorned with three tiny figures.

As clouds billowed and raindrops pattered down.

Lucia stood at the doorway, unable to see her parent’s figures, while several adults in black suits silently stood in the room, and Grandma Eli knelt on the ground, covering her face with trembling shoulders.

"What’s wrong with Grandma?"

The little girl timidly asked, seeing a tall Alliance official turn around, kneeling gently on one knee before the child, opening his mouth only to fall silent.

"Lucia, I’m sorry."

After a moment, he spoke quietly, "Your father and mother have earned great honor, they... were the finest and bravest sailors."

Bewildered, the little girl stood rooted on the spot, unknowingly, the clay boat in her hand had melted in the rain, dripping.

Like blood.

From that day, Grandma Eli seemed to have changed into a different person.

"You are not allowed to take sailing courses anymore, Lucia, I have arranged everything for you."

The elder, with graying hair, sternly pushed the application for mechanical courses in front of the girl, "From now on, your goal is to obtain a clerical position at White Tower Academy."

"But I want to become an excellent sailor, just like Mom and Dad."

The girl protested, "I don’t want to stay in the Alliance all my life."

"You have no choice, Lucia."

Dean Eli frowned tightly, his tone undeniable, "The admissions for sailing courses are already full; following my arrangement is your only path forward."

"It was clearly you who manipulated things, Grandma!"

Lucia lifted her head stubbornly, "What if I insist on choosing adventure?"

Snap!

The girl covered her red and swollen cheek and fell silent.

The elder trembled, suddenly hugging the petite Witch before her, face full of tears, "I’m sorry... Lucia... I’m sorry... I’m just afraid..."

"Don’t be afraid, Grandma, nothing will happen to me."

Lucia smiled instead, her gaze resolute and bright, "I promise you, I am willing to study mechanical courses."

The process of delving into studies at the Academy was inherently tedious and long, yet the girl enjoyed it immensely.

This was followed by skipping grades, skipping consecutive grades; White Tower Academy had another eccentric genius girl.

Lucia greedily absorbed the knowledge of the Academy, aware that in the chaotic and frenzied deep sea, solid skills were more important than anything.

The girl never gave up on her original aspiration.

Lucia did not make any friends at the Academy, her personality was just too reclusive and quirky, and she always collected leftover scraps from craft classes, making herself dirty all the time.

She always stood apart from the well-dressed, elegant Alliance students.

Lucia cut her beloved long hair.

In the dark, narrow alleyway, the petite Witch’s face was covered with dust.

Digging, digging.

Her father and mother lost their lives in the Forbidden Route, so she also wanted to see the scenery of the Forbidden Route with her own eyes.

She would carry on the path of exploration.

Eventually, on that unremarkable night, scorching flames erupted, and the sturdy gates of the academy crashed down. The ground rumbled, and terrified cries echoed from above.

"Hey! We did it!"

Lucia sprang out of the pit like a gopher. The short-haired witch dusted off her robe with a smile brighter than the Alliance’s bustling night scene.

She took a step forward.

"Lucia! Don’t go out! Don’t leave!!"

The next moment, sharp and sorrowful cries suddenly sounded behind her.

Lucia froze in place. As she stiffly turned back, Dean Eli, disheveled, was kneeling in the dust, tears streaming down her face, uttering the most humble plea:

"Come back! Lucia! Please! Come back to Granny..."

The elderly woman was already sobbing uncontrollably, hysterically crying out: "Don’t leave me! Please don’t leave me again!!"

Lucia quietly gazed at the old woman in the dust.

The next moment, she clearly relaxed, speaking lightly, "You’re not really Granny Eli."

The old woman was dumbfounded: "Why..."

"Because I just remembered."

Lucia smiled happily, "’Those words’ were told to me directly by Granny Eli."

—Even if a Celestial Calamity would take away the dawn of civilization, witches would use death to prove the meaning of existence.

"So when I shed my naivety and made my true decision, I believe Granny Eli would definitely bless me."

The Blond Witch mischievously blinked: "And not roll on the ground like you."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

In the next moment, the starlight burst forth!

"Tch... so boring."

’Eli’s limbs elongated, and her features quickly collapsed into an abyssal void: "Your ill-timed alertness, you lowly insects, is truly displeasing..."

"Let me tell you the brutal truth."

The voice of the Ouroboros Angel carried an ethereal and sacred rhythm: "You’re already dead, blown to pieces by the pitiful weapon you created."

"Now, only I can grant you perfect rebirth."

It cast a compassionate gaze: "Embrace the starlight, Lucia, you will become the anointed of the end, forever freed from the shackles of a lowly insect’s identity."

The Blond Witch resolutely shook her head.

She began to retreat with difficulty, even as the pollution from the stars invaded her soul.

For some reason, seeing the struggle of the lowly creature before her, Martina, who had long transcended the world, felt unprecedented hatred rising in her heart.

It was as if the resistance of the lowly creature had pierced the heart she had long discarded.

"In truth, you have no choice, Lucia."

At that moment, the voice shifted back to ’Dean Eli’: "Come, child, come to my side."

"By Granny’s side, it’s always safe..." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

’Eli’ slowly advanced towards the petite witch, the old woman’s smile grotesque and bizarre: "I’ve already arranged everything for you."

But in the next moment, it recoiled as if electrified.

Because someone was already standing by the petite witch’s side.

The gray-haired boy curiously surveyed the surroundings, marveling at the prosperity of the Alliance city like a bumpkin.

Then he looked at the girl beside him, his gaze gentle and comforting.

"Lucia, Eleanor and I are still waiting to continue the adventure with you."

Lin Lan softly said: "Give me your hand."

The Blond Witch took the boy’s hand without hesitation.

The girl’s smile bloomed like a flower.

Thus, the Foreigner gently plucked death from her soul.

The surrounding starlight began to wriggle violently.

"You ought to stand with the Ouroboros."

The face of the Ouroboros Angel, deep and unfathomable, stared at the boy’s profile, letting out a regretful sigh: "The end is near, the islands’ fate is doomed to remain unchanged. How many times can you save the people?"

Lin Lan turned his head, contemplating the hollow face, pondering over words unspoken, and in the end, he raised his middle finger to the foe:

"I [bleep] your mother."