Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 513 - 243: The Day We Part from the Deities

They almost instinctively activated their Divine Power, planning to leave the Western Continent, escaping into the depths of the Astral Realm and the Spirit Realm.

The Astral and Spirit Realms are infinitely vast, and even deities cannot explore them completely in their lifetime.

If they manage to escape deep enough into the Astral Realm, perhaps they might preserve their lives in the coming reckoning.

This thought just emerged.

The next moment—

"I don't know why, but every enemy I face likes to flee into the depths of the Astral Realm when things go wrong."

The slightly troubled words echoed among the stars.

"Back then, Guderian Borgia did this, and now, to think my opponents, the gods of the Age of Gods, still can't change this tendency to take shortcuts."

"Truth be told, if you all really escape into the Astral Realm, I don't have much of a solution. After all, I'm neither an emperor nor a supreme being; I don't possess the skill to extinguish the paths of the cosmos through epic battles."

"However."

The troubled words paused slightly.

"Those mythical creatures that always hide in the Astral Realm, never intervening in the Main Material Plane, remaining as ostriches never revealing themselves... I don't have the time to seek them out one by one in the Astral Realm."

"Moreover, if all evil gods were utterly destroyed, along with the disappearance of the evil cult, in the future timeline where I'm still weak, who would I hunt for Gold Coins and experience? After all, those evil cults are prime sources of experience packages for the future."

"But, that only applies to those who obediently hide in the Astral Realm."

"As for you—"

The youth in the starlight slightly turned, the faint words rippling across the starry vault.

"One second causing turmoil on the Western Continent, the next trying to escape the moment you sense something's wrong."

"Such wishful thinking is a bit too optimistic."

Shiayar's figure gradually became clearer.

And the starlight in his dark eyes grew ever brighter, ever more dazzling.

"Honestly, from the beginning, I understood that whether it's the path of the Beastmaster, the path of the Wizard, or the long stairway to godhood... These are all paths to greater strength at higher ranks, not inherently about justice or evil, superiority or inferiority."

"I also know that among you, due to the differences in the Authority, Divinity, and original racial traits each of you possesses, there will naturally be differences in how you treat Humans, your followers, and the theocratic kingdom... Not all of you may be so brutal in harvesting faith, and there might be more gentle means."

"In this wilderness and chaos, an era not yet illuminated by the flames of civilization, the advent of deities' faith and the Church might not be a bad thing for those Humans embroiled in war and strife."

"Regardless of the purpose, the existence of the Religious Order and deities has indeed brought order, brought civilization, brought surface-level prosperity to some people, even though this gift has long been marked with a price in the shadows."

"Therefore, I will not stand on the moral high ground, considering myself the ally of justice, declaring myself the righteous side, to pass judgment on you wicked deities."

"After all, perhaps from the perspective of the entire Multiverse, maybe you deities, who rely on the laws of the universe, who live by Authority, are the ones representing order—"

"While someone like me, who acts freely and casually, represents chaos, the root of increasing entropy in the Multiverse."

"However."

Shiayar smiled slightly.

He thus looked around at the vast and profound starry sky of the Astral Realm, but that distant gaze seemed to cross infinite distances, falling upon each deity on the Main Material Plane at this moment.

"Because of some things I've experienced, and because of the likes and dislikes of those I care about, I don't like deities."

"This is not some self-righteous, lofty judgment—"

"But simply because I want to do this, I'm willing to do this."

"That's all."

"The future belongs to the era of Humans."

"A newborn human civilization, no longer relying on the support and so-called blessings of the gods, but self-reliant and strong, will have a more grand and brighter future."

"Of course, that's just my personal opinion."

"So, you have the right to do everything possible, all efforts, to try and defeat me, to negate everything I stand for."

"And equally, I will try everything, to let this era of deities—"

"Conclude at this moment."

Shiayar gently closed his eyes.

"I've always wanted to try saying these lines. Now, it seems I've found the chance."

After voicing a murmured soliloquy, he slowly extended his right hand.

"Spear, come."

On the snowy plains in the Far North of the Western Continent.

A blond girl listened to the voice from the distant direction, a slight smile forming on her lips.

"I knew it, having finally found such a good opportunity, you wouldn't miss the chance to say these lines."

She raised her hand to wipe away the few white snowflakes clinging to the pale gold strands on her forehead.

"Go, Rhongomyniad."

"Become the sharpest weapon in his hand, to cut down all who approach, just as I once promised him."