ALL NOVEL Chapter 73
Chapter 73 Ragnarok:
“Master.”
“I will repay you for the injustice you have suffered.”
Above the vast expanse of the magical world’s ocean, waves surged endlessly, crashing against one another, creating immense turbulence.
Yet, amidst the chaos, a thin and delicate figure stood unwavering.
Holding her wand aloft, she calmed the unruly waters as if commanding their submission. The sea, previously consumed with rage, now lay still under her control.
“The so-called gods are nothing more than that,” Krisha murmured. Her voice was calm, but her eyes, filled with the brilliance of countless stars, carried an unshakable determination. She saw through the heavens, into the very depths of the gods’ arrogance and frailty.
Krisha still bore the unchanging appearance of a 17-year-old girl.
Time, it seemed, could not touch her.
Her long silver-gray hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her cold, delicate features radiated an aura of detachment.
The earth supported her, the sky shielded her, and the ocean carried her forward. Everything bent to her will, exalting her beyond the gods themselves.
“Then, let us begin,” she said softly. Her tone was calm, as if discussing something mundane, yet the sheer power behind her words caused the world to tremble.
She raised her wand, and the vast ocean behind her roared to life.
The waves surged higher, propelling the witch skyward, ascending towards the heavens themselves.
“Call—!!!”
A chilling wind howled as water froze into glistening ice, and the towering waves transformed into a magnificent ice dragon. It unfurled its immense wings and carried Krisha through the skies with unmatched speed, breaching the heavens above.
“How dare you! That is my authority!” yelled Poseidon, his divine wrath palpable. He was the most arrogant among the gods and charged at the witch without hesitation.
“Together, we must stand! There is no retreat!”
The gods of the heavens, led by the God of Light, unleashed their full might. Their combined powers tore through the fabric of reality, shaking the heavens and the earth. Light brighter than a thousand suns, darkness deeper than the void, and all the elements of creation converged into a divine assault.
Yet, to the witch, their attacks were mere trifles.
“Die,” she whispered.
The gods fell.
The heavens began to crumble. The earth below quaked, and the oceans roared in rebellion. The elements of earth, wind, water, and fire merged into a chaotic symphony, tearing apart the heavens.
Poseidon was the first to perish.
Then followed the gods of fire, blacksmithing, and harvest. Even the Mother Earth, the God of Wind and Snow, and the God of Death were consumed by the witch’s wrath.
Krisha wielded the equilibrium of disorder and order, bending the fundamental forces of existence to her will. Earth, wind, water, and fire no longer functioned as mere elements but became harbingers of the world’s ultimate demise—a fate shared by mortals and gods alike.
“I refuse to accept this!” roared the Dragon God, a deity born from the Golden Holy Dragon and worshipped by all dragonkind. Its immense body resisted the onslaught, its ferocity undiminished as it lunged at the witch.
It believed that by reaching her, victory would be assured.
Yet, as it closed the distance, the witch calmly extended her wand.
The laws of earth, thunder, light, darkness, death, and fire converged upon its tip.
With a simple touch to the Dragon God’s forehead, it fell lifelessly to the ground.
Ignoring the fallen Dragon God’s remains, Krisha turned her attention to the God of Light, the last and most formidable opponent. Her gaze was cold and unwavering.
Her master had taught her never to underestimate an enemy, and she adhered to that lesson.
With calculated precision, she absorbed the authority of the slain gods, consolidating their powers within herself.
Desperation gripped the God of Light.
Casting aside all pretense of dignity, he abandoned his divine might and focused solely on escaping. Transforming his essence into pure light, he fled the heavens.
But Krisha’s retaliation was swift and merciless. A gray pillar of chaotic light swept through the heavens, obliterating everything in its path.
“No!!!”
“I haven’t transcended yet! I haven’t become the Supreme God! I can’t die!”
The God of Light’s anguished cries echoed as the chaotic light pierced his divine form, erasing his authority, his existence, and his very essence.
At last, the heavens fell silent. All the gods had been eradicated, even the most powerful among them.
“Master, I have reclaimed justice for you,” Krisha whispered to the memory of her master.
In the desolate expanse of the sky, her soft voice resonated with unwavering resolve. This act of vengeance was the only tribute she could offer to her fallen master.
Suddenly, a radiant crown materialized from the remnants of the gods.
The world’s will manifested, acknowledging Krisha as its new ruler and offering her the crown of ultimate authority.
Yet, Krisha refused.
“I don’t need this,” she said simply.
She grasped the crown lightly between her fingers and crushed it, scattering its fragments into oblivion.
The consciousness of the magical world trembled in confusion. It could not comprehend why she would reject such power after avenging her master.
But Krisha’s answer was clear.
She had no interest in ruling. Her only purpose was to wait for the day she would reunite with Xu Xi.
Carrying her master’s memory, Krisha stepped beyond the confines of the world. Before her stretched an infinite expanse of realms, their radiance weaving through the chaos of time and space.
Her journey began, driven by the promise of finding Xu Xi. Along the way, she eradicated other unjust gods, each act of vengeance a tribute to her master.
“There seem to be many gods over there,” Krisha murmured to herself.
With a blank yet determined expression, she navigated through the boundless chaos, her broken crown trailing behind her like a radiant halo.