After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

Outside the window, the setting sun seemed to set the entire sky ablaze.

The boundless sky exhibited a series of gradations, from vibrant vermilion to blood-red, and then to purple.

Clouds shimmering with golden-red light drifted slowly past the window, enveloping the dark palace in clouds.

Occasionally, a breeze from the distant sky would rustle across the marble walls of the building.

It was clearly a cage and prison created by the Twilight Witch to seal herself away—

But at this moment, this building, bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun, seemed to step out of a fairy tale Renata had heard in her childhood...

That drifting in the clouds—

Castle in the Sky.

.......

Renata extended her mental energy.

The madness and sense of depravity caused by the countless scattered authorities and fallen divinity had now vanished.

The entire continent was bathed in pale golden sunlight—

Renata divided her mental energy, overlooking the continent that was awakening from the long night.

On the barren plains.

In the cities that survived the cataclysm of darkness but were not yet destroyed, the human survivors extinguished their torches and bonfires, basked in the sunlight, and began to rebuild their civilization.

Their bodies were emaciated, and their faces were yellowish-black due to prolonged malnutrition.

But their eyes shone with a light they had never seen before—

A spark called hope.

Deep in the mountains, a group of short, stocky dwarves emerged from a cave, pointed at the setting sun in the sky, and began to argue fiercely.

On the shimmering sea surface illuminated by the glow of the setting sun, schools of fish occasionally leap out of the water.

On a secluded island in the open ocean, beautiful mermaids climbed onto the rocks.

They gazed up at the newborn sun, their sweet songs echoing across the silent sea.

.......

"Isn't that amazing..."

"life......"

"And civilization..."

Charles's calm voice rang in the ears of the Twilight Witch.

"Sometimes...they are so fragile."

"So fragile that a single movement of the earth's veins, a tiny fluctuation in temperature, or a minor change in a constant of the laws of the world can cause a once glorious and splendid civilization to fall apart."

"But......"

"Sometimes, they are so tenacious—"

"Even after the Great Cataclysm, and after two hundred years of darkness and calamity, a spark still remains."

"The dawn will mark the rebirth of civilization."

Ciel turned around, looked at Renata on the pristine white bed, and smiled slightly.

"So--"

"The promise I made to you...to light up a new star."

"finished."

.......

Renata turned slightly to the side, immersed in the beauty of the scenery, unable to pull herself away for a long time.

It wasn't until Charles's voice rang in her ears that she snapped out of her daze, as if waking from a deep dream.

Until this very moment—

Only then did the magnificent and dreamlike scene before my eyes, which seemed like an illusion, feel truly real.

he......

I really did it.

A new sun has been lit in this dark world—

It brought about a bright and splendid future.

Looking at the dreamlike scene before her, a scene she could only recall in the dead of night—

A bright light gradually shone in Renata's pale golden eyes.

She turned her head slightly to look at Charles beside her.

The black-haired, black-eyed wizard was lounging lazily to one side, his pure black robes fluttering in the breeze above.

His gaze was deep and ethereal, as if it had pierced through the world before him and reached the unreachable edge of dimensions, pondering the meaning of life and the fate of the multiverse...

Renata's gaze fell directly on his profile.

In the soft, pale golden light of dawn, the profile of that face was distinct and deep.

.......

boom--

Renata felt that a long-sealed shackle deep within her heart had suddenly been broken.

Her burning emotions surged forth, transforming into a raging river that engulfed her entire being.

With her strength, she had already transcended the essence of life, enough to control every detail of her spiritual world and physical body.

But at this moment, Renata's heart was beating incredibly fast.

She has the ability to control her heartbeat...

But for some reason, Renata was unwilling to do so.

She gently reached out and touched her cheek.

It was incredibly hot...

She quickly lowered her face, not wanting Charles beside her to notice the blush on her pretty cheeks.

This was a feeling that Renata had never experienced in her more than two hundred years of life.

Before she could fully remember anything, she was taken by the legendary bone demon to a wizard's tower without windows. All that remained of her experience growing up as an ordinary child were some fragmented flashbacks.

After being taken to the Wizard's Tower, she was trained as an ultimate blasphemous weapon.

Weapons, however, are devoid of emotion.

She should have been experiencing the first stirrings of love, blossoming like a flower—

The most sincere and passionate age.

She could only suppress her innate nature...

Bury all emotions deep within—

Then came the great cataclysm, which sealed me away in the distant sky for two hundred years.

Bearing the weight of an entire world civilization, carefully—

The pure night shelters the world from depravity and madness.

Her heart has been sealed away for two hundred years in this silent, deserted prison.

Just like the wooden fish in a temple that has not been struck for a long time, it gradually becomes covered in dust.

To this world, her very existence is a mistake.

If it weren't for her, this world would still be under the rule of the gods, maintaining a prosperity and order that, while lacking freedom of thought, was undeniably real.

If it weren't for her, the catastrophe and all the subsequent calamities would not have happened.

As the Twilight Witch who bears such sins and responsibilities...

Renata had neither the time nor the right...

She went to pursue herself, and to pursue a relationship that was too much of a luxury for her.

however--

At this moment.

Her long-dormant, wooden-fish-like heart seemed to be struck by a wooden mallet.

As dust settled, the heart pounded loudly.

.......

Renata's slight abnormality went unnoticed by Charles, who was standing nearby.

His deep, ethereal gaze wasn't actually contemplating philosophical questions like the meaning of life or the end of the universe.