My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 490 - 424: Her Rebirth

Upon receiving news of the Order Court's intervention, other guilds also set forth, excluding the Frosty Winter Dawn led by Perseus and the Elegy of the Day led by Li Liujin, which more or less suffered ambushes and incurred certain losses.

Some came from the Light Chasing Garden, others from different guilds, but compared to the Golden Navigator, these guilds were better prepared and did not suffer as devastating losses.

Thousands of people marched toward the Royal Palace simultaneously, like dark clouds pressing down, creating a truly spectacular scene.

The moment of the final confrontation was approaching.

Meanwhile.

Wastelands, Pangard.

The girl cloaked in a wide hood paused outside the Royal Palace as several figures fell before her, their eyes wide open, their deaths gruesome.

"Hey, down there, oh yes, Starry Witch, that's what you're called, right?" A youthful voice sounded, teasingly.

Sevia looked up, meeting the gaze of Silius.

The other party had never paid attention to her before; she had used Star Magic to conceal her presence. How did he suddenly know her identity?

"I can't just let you go in there; that pig-headed King and his Empress are having a merry time mingling with 'Parasite,' can't let you spoil their fun," Silius said.

Sevia's gaze shifted slightly, returning to calm in a moment.

It seemed this primitive desire for joy was the key to keeping "Parasite" content to stay in the present world, avoiding a state of being out of control.

"As expected, you understand this tainted knowledge," Silius said.

"So, what do you intend to do to stop me?" Sevia spoke with tranquility.

"In this vast Wastelands, the entire city of Pangard is my hostage!" Silius spread his arms wide.

"Look at the gruesome deaths before you, look at these innocent people!" Silius laughed maniacally, while his subordinates pushed many men, women, and children against the wall; Sevia could clearly see the terror in these innocents' expressions.

Silius bloodlet a young girl in front of her, licking the blood off a sharp stick.

"Leave Pangard now, and nothing will happen, my dear Starry Witch, or I will kill them all in the cruelest ways, one by one. Guess how many such innocents my people have controlled?"

"Look, kind Singer, see their faces filled with terror, they have children only a few years old, look at these old folks, would you be cruel enough to watch them die in pain?"

Sevia said nothing, the shadow of the cloak concealing her face, making it impossible to see the girl's expression.

Silius tossed a deliberate smile, then leapt down from above. In his palm, a Colorless Crystal Stone appeared, its facets distinct and smooth, internally flawless, as clear as pristine ice.

From that Crystal Stone, Sevia sensed no presence, unable to ascertain its true existence; it was too pure, mysterious, and profound, unlike anything borne of this world.

"Better not move, or I'll start with that youthful girl," Silius said. "Maybe gouging out her eyes and cutting off her tongue..."

As he held the Colorless Crystal Stone, chains of restriction formed subtly in the air, intending to approach the girl. In that instant, blood exploded from his shoulder, and one of his arms flew off into the air, in his astonished gaze.

Sevia lifted her eyes, tilted her head: "So?"

"Eek!" Facing the girl's snow-cold gaze, Silius felt as though plunged into an ice cellar, instantly panicked, retreated a step, "This isn't what they said, this person is a lunatic!"

Before he could instruct his subordinates above, his throat exploded with a bloodstain, and his body was instantly sliced into thousand equal parts by the girl's mere glance, the Colorless Crystal Stone in his hand also dropped to the ground, shattering into powder.

The shadowy hand extended from Sevia's skirt hem into the ground, swiftly climbing the wall; several nearby Wizards were directly crushed into blood mist.

"Kill them, kill them!"

The resurrected Silius yelled with eyes turned mad, the water in the air infiltrated, poured into his body's orifices, filled his lungs, drowning him in seconds.

This Anger Bishop revived, only to be drowned again, a cycle repeated tens, hundreds, thousands of times, his expression gradually breaking down, losing the ability to think.

The witch's muttering echoed in Sevia's ears, more and more innocent corpses fell, dying gruesomely before her.

Life passed away like pale snow, flake by flake, before her eyes.

People looked at her with eyes filled with desperation, confusion, anger, hatred, questioning silently—

"Why did you do this?"

"What gives you the right to do this!"

The girl walked step by step on a path paved with people's blood, sins, and suffering, ascending to the throne under the most venomous curses and insults.

The witch's muttering, to her, couldn't shake her resolve in the slightest.

When the "Starry Singer" walked the world.

She was the most terrifying witch of this city.

Beneath the stars,

The stage was set,

The actors in place,

Sheet music appeared.

Those who died in agony turned into notes, playing pleasant sounds on the dancing sheet music, showing smiles of ultimate release.

The shadowy giant hand rampaged over the city, causing corridors to collapse, the miraculous power began to crumble.

Familiar scenes replayed before Sevia's eyes, as if starting once more at the journey's beginning, in the Opera House of the final act of "Storm Song," before the people who loved her and those she loved, losing control and destroying everything.

Her will had been tempered by storms,

The resilience of character and regret of parting never disappeared but were just gathered softly into her shell, hidden within her soul's framework.

Her fist no longer weak,

The budding Blue Iris had already bloomed countless times in the Starry Garden.

If hope, redemption is destined to birth amidst the ruins of suffering and destruction.

Then no matter how many times, it will be she who ends it all with her own hands.

Her heart already has those she cares about,

Those she cares about also care for her.

Every night she will not be alone,

The wandering traveler finds her anchor point in the Wastelands.

The lonely whale finds a beacon forward in the ocean.

Across the distant light years, they share a gaze that crosses the sun's corona, through countless stars, meeting in the galaxy's arms.

Her existence's meaning no longer merely for self.

On the night of reunion, those she cares about made her a promise face to face.

If she breaks her wings during her journey, they will put aside all their past, choose her.

No matter what choice she makes, no matter the weight her shoulders bear, how many innocents die due to her decisions.

She also hopes,

She can steadfastly, selfishly, and rationally place the weight of her life onto them.

She will use her own way,

to bring rebirth to this Kingdom.