The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 392: The Eternal Witch
In the spacious hall, Viktor sat alone in a chair, occasionally sipping from the steaming cup of tea in his hand.
Vega lay down on his shoulder, closing its eyes, drowsy and ready to sleep.
Vanilla stood quietly nearby, a gentle smile on her face.
Though the hour was late, none of them had left, as if waiting for something.
The raven seemed to be fighting against sleep, occasionally struggling unconsciously to groom its wings, sometimes lifting its head.
After a while, Aurelianne returned alone.
The paleness had not left her face, and her body swayed slightly as she walked, appearing exhausted and weak.
Vanilla hurried forward to support Aurelianne as she approached.
Only when she reached Viktor did Aurelianne manage a weak greeting.
"Teacher."
Seeing Aurelianne's arrival, Viktor set down his teacup:
"How are you feeling?"
Aurelianne forced a smile, pointing to her chest:
"A bit uncomfortable."
She had thought that coming here to pay respects to the mother she had never met would not affect her much.
But only after experiencing it did she realize.
In her heart, there was still a heavy feeling pressing down.
But more difficult than seeing her mother was accepting her mother's unknown cause of death.
Why, despite her father the Emperor being so powerful, could he not protect her mother?
Aurelianne felt afraid.
Just as her father had told her.
No one could protect her forever.
What about her teacher?
Aurelianne recalled what happened in the underground prison.
Teacher Viktor had disappeared again.
Although she understood clearly that her teacher was testing her, hoping she would grow through crisis.
But what if one day she encountered a terrifying monster she absolutely could not defeat?
At that time, no one would be able to protect her, just like her mother.
Fragile, helpless.
Aurelianne placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating strongly.
Her father would pass away, and in the future, Teacher Viktor would also leave her.
Aurelianne raised her head, looking at Viktor with somewhat burning eyes.
Would she too, eventually,
be left with nothing?
......
Finally, Aurelianne returned to her room listlessly.
Vanilla supported her back.
Upon leaving, Vanilla helped her sit on the bed, then bowed to her.
"Princess, I'll be nearby."
"If you need anything, please call me."
With that, she pushed open the door, leaving Aurelianne alone in the spacious room.
After Vanilla left, Aurelianne leaned back and lay down.
She stared at the ceiling, examining her surroundings.
Finally, Aurelianne realized.
This had once been her mother's warm room.
No wonder, despite coming to such an unfamiliar place, she felt warmth and comfort in this room alone.
Turning her head, she saw an old doll that had been mended over the years.
So Aurelianne reached out and took it.
Suddenly, a piercing cold wind blew open the curtains.
The pale pink curtains floated across Aurelianne's face, and the cold wind through the window gap gently brushed her long eyelashes.
Aurelianne raised her head, sitting up abruptly.
At that moment, she felt an invisible, deep embrace from behind.
The scenery around Aurelianne seemed to move slowly before her eyes, time appearing to stretch, like a river gradually freezing over in winter.
The rising curtains did not fall in her eyes, but rather curled in mid-air with a slow motion.
The expected fluttering sound of the curtains did not come, and silence enveloped her.
It seemed even her heartbeat slowed slightly.
When she came back to her senses, everything in the room had returned to normal.
The sound of wind dissipated, and the curtains gently fell.
As if nothing had happened.
But when she looked down, the doll in her hand had vanished.
In its place was a crystal necklace.
At the end of the necklace was embedded a sapphire as deep as the ocean, and following its light, water-like ripples seemed to flow within.
She tried to raise her right hand to touch the suddenly appearing gemstone.
But she suddenly saw that the scar on her right wrist had mysteriously disappeared.
Her skin had returned to its former fair and smooth state.
Along with the pain, it had all been removed.
She didn't understand, but gently reached out to touch the gemstone.
On the back of the necklace were finely engraved words.
Aurelianne carefully discerned them, and couldn't help reading aloud:
'My child—'
'You will shine as bright as this gemstone.'
Suddenly, the wind rushed out of the room.
The window was closed again.
Aurelianne felt a sudden daze in her heart, a sense of loss swept through her body.
"Eh?"
Unconsciously, a crystal tear slid from the corner of her eye.
Drip—
The clear tear fell onto the sapphire of the necklace, sparkling with a crystalline light.
All around was absolute silence, and Aurelianne sat alone at the edge of the bed, allowing the tears to remain on her cheeks.
......
In the empty living room, only Viktor remained.
He stood up again and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Though it wasn't the season, gentle snowflakes gradually began to drift outside.
Perhaps recalling Aurelianne's burning gaze as she left, he spoke to Vega.
"Vega."
"Earlier, did you want to help Aurelianne?"
Vega, now fully awake at Viktor's words, stretched its neck and looked at Viktor:
"I did have that intention, why?"
"How did she respond to you?"
Hearing Viktor's question, Vega immediately became animated, flapping its pitch-black wings, its beak opening wide.
"My goodness, you're asking about that?"
"You know what? She refused me."
......
It was back in the depths of the Guanta Prison, at the Place of Spiritual Starlight.
Aurelianne was half-crouching on the golden dust, watching piles of white bones rise and slowly fall back down.
At that moment, the green magical light had already weakened and was about to dissipate, unable to sustain much longer.
At that time, Aurelianne's heart was filled with endless confusion and helplessness.
She couldn't control the magic dragon, which meant she couldn't pass the test set by Teacher Viktor, and might even burden Pricis who was facing enemy attacks.
The struggle in her heart pushed her to unprecedented anxiety.
Just then, a hoarse voice echoed in her mind.
She felt a deep, mysterious single eye gazing at her from the depths of her heart.
Accompanied by tempting, ghostly voices from all directions:
'Need my help?'
'I can give you a lot of magical power, and you don't need to pay any price.'
Aurelianne heard that tempting voice, and a realization flashed through her mind.
"Magical power..."
Just as that strange voice in her heart said.
There was only one reason why she couldn't revive this fifth-rank magic dragon.
Not enough magical power.
Although being a necromancer didn't rely too much on magical power reserves, that was based on summoning the undead from the realm of the dead.
But Aurelianne didn't even have the realm of the dead.
All she could do was summon the undead that existed in the real world.
This required enormous magical power to support.
While Aurelianne was still hesitating, the voice in her heart sounded again:
'Trust me, you don't need to pay any price.'
Hearing this, Aurelianne's eyes became somewhat dazed.
"Power..."
Indeed, she was still too weak.
That deep single eye in her heart gazed deeply at her.
Its tentacles, like a dark abyss, constantly extended.
It seemed that if she accepted the temptation, she would be firmly grasped by these tentacles, gradually pulled into the depths of the abyss.
But...
"I refuse."
Thump—thump—thump—
The voice in her heart stopped abruptly, accompanied by a series of dull heartbeats.
Vast magical energy surged instantly within Aurelianne.
Like a giant beast awakening from the seabed, pushing up countless waters, which then fell back in.
Although Aurelianne was only at the second rank, her magical power reserves might rival those of a third-rank mage.
But even if she were a third-rank mage, the lack of magical power would still make it impossible to revive a magic dragon.
So Aurelianne took out the magic potions from her clothes.
As her magic dissipated, she frantically poured them into her mouth.
Soon, the ground was littered with countless transparent glass bottles.
The dragon's remains showed some weak response, but that magic was still like a fragile candle flame, flickering unsteadily.
The magical power was still not enough.
But she clearly didn't want to fail when so close to success.
So, Aurelianne gritted her teeth and suddenly drew her sword from her waist.
The sword fell on her right wrist.
Her palm was already sweating, her hand involuntarily trembling.
Yet the sword seemed to be fixed, unable to cut down.
And that illusory voice in her heart seemed to anxiously dissuade her:
'Just agree to me, why do this?'
"I said, I don't need it."
The voice's persuasion not only failed to shake Aurelianne's determination but made her resolve even firmer.
"Teacher told me that I have the strongest talent in this world."
She took a deep breath:
"I choose to believe him."
[First-Rank Magic — Self-Suggestion]
At this moment, a flash of light passed through Aurelianne's eyes.
She gritted her teeth, and the sword in her hand slashed across her wrist like lightning.
Splurt—
Blood gushed out like boiling water, scalding hot.
The sharp pain from the blade made Aurelianne collapse to the ground in agony.
She could no longer grip the blade tightly in her hand and could only throw it aside.
Although she had given herself a resolute self-harming suggestion, it couldn't completely mask the stabbing pain.
But that didn't matter; she just needed to give the suggestion to forget all this.
Blood continued to flow from the wound, and the feeling in her wrist gradually became numb.
But the magical power flowing again in her body made Aurelianne feel delighted.
She took out the blood-red potion hidden in her bosom.
And this, too, was a gift from Teacher Viktor.
Its effect was the same as that magical potion.
The wound on her right hand quickly disappeared, and her blood volume was replenished.
But the magical power needed was still not enough.
She kept drinking the crimson potion, feeling life flowing back into her body.
The blood from her slashed wrist, exchanging blood for her magical power.
Over and over again.
......
"In the end, as you can see, that magic dragon was successfully enslaved by her," Vega said with a hint of emotion in its eyes, seemingly reminiscing about what happened at the bottom of Guanta Prison.
A second-rank body enslaving a fifth-rank undead magic dragon.
This kind of thing, probably no one would believe if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.
It seems that the bloodline of the Sol family is getting more extraordinary with each generation.
Vega was silent for a good while, as if hinting at something, and spoke again:
"She didn't even blink when cutting herself; I really can't imagine what could make her cry."
"Indeed."
Viktor gazed out the window with a sense of emotion.
Those falling snowflakes seemed to be constantly changing.
"Madam, did you hear?"
"Your child is far stronger and more radiant than you imagined."
"So don't worry—"
Snowflakes drifted, gradually taking the form of a woman.
With a smile whose face couldn't be clearly seen, with final relief, she bowed slightly to Viktor and Vega.
Until the snowflakes met the wind, scattering her form.
Also taking away the last trace of her life left in this world.
"She won't cry anymore."
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Chapter 392: The Eternal Witch
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