Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 525 - 244: A Girl Named Su Lun Once Came Here (Part 1)

But, even so.

Su Lun still did it.

The shooting light rushed forward.

Traversing the long river, moving upstream.

From the current time node, to the point where the Golden King and the Knight King pacified the troubled world, marking the junction of the third and fourth eras of the Holy Calendar.

Then further back, crossing the flourishing Third Era of the Angel Family, and the faint sparks of civilization in the Second Era.

Until, the First Era where mythology still existed.

Then, further back.

Crack.

The crisp feedback sound echoed in Su Lun's ear.

The shooting brilliance had indeed hit something.

Then, it shattered.

...

Boom——

Boom——

Boom——

The azure magical flames shattered, then burst forth.

The out-of-control magic surged from the Sun Furnace, the scorching sea of fire engulfing Su Lun's entire magic workshop.

The Sun Furnace itself was an extremely dangerous and unstable object; using it in such an overloaded manner, an uncontrollable rage was almost inevitable.

In fact, the fact that they could maintain operation until the beam hit had somewhat exceeded Su Lun's expectations.

To launch a cross-time strike several epochs ago with the power of technology, how could it be without cost.

The azure magical flames licked Su Lun's pretty face.

That was the aftermath of the runaway core of the magictech furnace, or as Shiayar would put it, a so-called "nuclear power plant leak."

However, amidst this scorching sea of fire, there was not a trace of ripple in Su Lun's beautiful eyes.

She merely waited silently for that backlash from destiny to descend.

Although she devised such an audacious plan, Su Lun was not truly an arrogant, reckless person, looking down on everyone.

She didn't know her current rank specifically, but speaking purely in terms of spiritual power, perhaps Su Lun had crossed the boundary of Legendary, reaching the threshold of the Throne.

Moreover, considering the mechanic's meticulous preparation, mastering countless magictech equipment, and the utility stacking afterward... the destructive power she could cause would increase exponentially.

So, at this moment, in the magic workshop entirely her own, painstakingly accumulated for years, increasing and enhancing skills over time, or the fortress of the mechanic, perhaps Su Lun was already comparable to a True God.

But that's just about it.

Reversing time, rewriting causality.

This is a realm difficult for even True Gods to touch.

As a mortal, how could trying to alter history not come without a price?

The cost and backlash she had to face were not the current loss of control of the Sun Furnace reaction array.

Even though the chain reaction of fantasy collapse spells in this sea of fire was enough to kill a Legend or even a Demigod, as a mechanic who fully grasped the operating principle of the Sun Furnace, Su Lun also had ways to safeguard herself.

The real cost——

Is that removal from the long river of time by the Power of Historical Correction.

Even the past Isadella, with the protection of one of the strongest Sacred Relics, the Sacred Sword of the Stars, would never return if entangled too deeply in the Imaginary Zone.

If not for Shiayar's efforts back then, welcoming this King of the Imaginary Zone, there would only be the inevitable outcome of being obliterated by the power of historical correction, with no one knowing of their existence, forgotten by all the world.

Even Isadella, with the Sacred Sword, experienced this.

Not to mention——is Su Lun, without the sacred and mysterious protection of the Sacred Sword.

And compared to Isadella, who established the Imaginary Zone in the Fourth Epoch.

What Su Lun did, that rebellion against the creator in the First Era, the origin time of all human civilization, was even more resolute and even more entangled.

Feeling in her spiritual perception.

Like a mountain calling, a tsunami surging from the river of time...

So vast, it could engulf any True God, a massive corrective force wave which even the power of all Sacred Relics of the Dawn Church could not withstand.

Su Lun gave up self-rescue.

From the control platform of the magic workshop——

She took down and held in her arms the teddy bear, though guarded by guardian runes, still somewhat curled by the intense heat in the sea of fire.

By now, this teddy bear given to her by Shiayar was already a ten-year-old bear.

It had accompanied Su Lun to many places, from Knowledge City Lokiya to Florence, the capital, witnessing Su Lun grow from an ugly duckling-like mechanic apprentice into the immaculate Dawn Saintess.

Even though Su Lun usually treasured this teddy bear greatly, adding various protective rune circuits, it was still slightly worn from the handling of daily play.

Even its fur had thinned somewhat.

But until now, Su Lun would still hold that little bear to sleep, as if everything returned to ten years ago, as if the one who had given this teddy bear to her was still by her side, providing her with an indescribable sense of security.

"Being erased by the wave of historical corrective force does not merely entail death."

"Even all remaining traces of existence left in this world will be erased by the corrective force."

"It's like pulling out a thread from a ball of yarn; the ball remains unchanged, while other threads fill the absence left by that thread."

"In other words——"

"By then, the entire Sacred Court and the theocratic kingdom will forget the Dawn Saintess named Su Lun."