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

She shouldn't have done that...

Even though the crisis of the catastrophe of darkness has been eliminated from this world...

The stray divinity that brought corruption and pollution has been completely transformed into fuel for the core of this newborn star, and will never again bring harm to humankind.

but--

These nascent civilizations, however, were still far too weak—

So weak that even a little wind and rain could extinguish the spark that had been so painstakingly ignited.

As the strongest being in this world—

She is also the Twilight Witch burdened with the sins of world destruction.

She didn't follow her heart...

Like an ordinary person, embrace the right to happiness that belongs to you.

even though--

This happiness is within reach.

Renata crouched down slightly and hugged her legs.

Then he carefully concealed his body in the shadows of the palace.

Within this beautiful cage, which resembles a sky city, they silently watch over the nascent spark of civilization.

This is her future.

however--

next moment--

"Renata..."

An unexpected, aged voice slowly rang in Renata's ears.

She turned around somewhat blankly and saw an old man dressed in a monk's robe standing in the distance.

His gaze toward Renata held a mixture of relief and kindness.

But even more so, there was an overwhelming sense of guilt.

With Renata's strength... she naturally detected the other party's presence with ease.

This is a doll inhabited by a remnant soul.

The old man in the white wizard's robes before them was merely a manifestation of the high-level puppet with the ability to shape things, based on the thoughts of the remnant soul.

The doll looked somewhat agitated...

Within the fluctuations of his soul, there was a feeling that Renata found quite familiar.

"Who are you......"

"teacher?"

Pale gold text appeared in mid-air.

Although that legendary bone demon only trained Renata as a weapon from beginning to end.

However, in Renata's heart, she still regarded him as a teacher who imparted knowledge to her.

Such a title caused the soul fluctuations of the Bone Demon to intensify even further.

"Renata... I'm not qualified to be your teacher..."

The spirit residing in the doll closed its eyes slightly.

His life as a wizard, though bleak, was also glorious and magnificent enough.

The Bone Demon's soul never felt the slightest regret about inventing that blasphemous Trojan horse to take revenge on the high and mighty gods.

however--

He had no regrets in his life...

Only, I feel sorry for Renata...

He robbed Renata of her originally beautiful life trajectory.

This also burdened her with the sin of destroying the world before she was even twenty years old.

He thought that as a dead soul, he no longer had the chance to atone for his sins to Renata.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired wizard from another world actually gave him such an opportunity.

This would give him the opportunity, two hundred years later, to see the girl he regarded as his daughter again.

"sorry......"

The puppet uttered awkward and stiff words.

"I am the one who created the blasphemous Trojan horse, and I am also the one who forged you into the ultimate weapon to satisfy the desire for revenge."

"This sin of destroying the world should never have been borne by you in the first place—"

He looked at the girl in front of him, her petite body curled up in the shadows, yet her eyes still shining with a faint light, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to countless years ago.

Back then, my junior sister had also confessed her feelings to me with that same look in her eyes.

However, at that time I was so engrossed in arcane arts that I never allowed my naive and ignorant dreams to truly blossom and bear fruit.

He originally thought he didn't need to rush... after all, there was still a long road ahead.

Then--

All the hopes and dreams...

They were all annihilated in the flames of the divine descent of the God of Truth and the Sun.

The future that the two of them had imagined countless times would never come true...

"If you like it... then go and pursue it..."

"Otherwise, you might end up like me, regretting it for the rest of your life, spending the rest of your days in remorse..."

Dry, hoarse words were slowly uttered from the doll's mouth.

The next moment, the fluctuations of the soul transformed into dazzling magic, slowly condensing on the core of the Transcendent Beast.

Then--

Magic converged into a magnificent and dazzling space, with countless colors flowing through it.

"As for the work of gazing upon the world and safeguarding the development of civilization... that can be left to an old man like me who is on his deathbed."

"Perhaps this is because I am a sinner..."

"This is the only thing I can do for you..."

.......

Looking at that magnificent, dazzling spatial passage.

In Renata's beautiful, pale golden eyes—

The light that had dimmed.

Once again, it lit up little by little.

Bathed in that magnificent light, the Twilight Witch gently stretched out her hand...

Got it...

Her future.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Birth of Quantum 7000

The Western Continent, the Tower of Extreme Darkness.

In the spacious room on the top floor, Charles leaned lazily against the soft sofa.

Designed by Charles and sold by the Golden Deer Merchant Guild, this soft beanbag chair has now become a standard piece of furniture in every household in the Western Continent.

It is made from the amorphous slime of slime and aided by the alchemical techniques of the Black Tower Shaping School, allowing it to freely adjust to the most comfortable posture according to the user's body shape.

Of course, if we look at it from another perspective—

For every beanbag chair made, dozens of slimes lose their lives...

However, it is clear that the Western Continent version has not yet been updated to the level of "a slime's life is also a life".

Even the Western Continent Race Council, which has signed a peace treaty, only includes intelligent races with orderly civilizations; slimes are clearly not included in it.

Ciel held a glass of soda in his left hand and a stack of thin white paper in his right.

On the magic crystal screen in the corner of the room, which had been set to mute mode by Ciel—

A young and beautiful presenter, who appeared to have some half-elf blood, was reporting today's news:

"The 200th Arcane Festival, hosted by the Darkest Tower, and the 'Two Thousand Years of Darkest Tower' cultural exhibition will be held this week in the Arcane Capital..."

"High-ranking wizards and arcanists from the Dark Tower and across the continent will hold an Arcane Council to review and recognize the new achievements in arcane and magical research over the past decade since the last council."