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"And the Church of the Gods did indeed bring them order and a peaceful and joyful life, while what I did was undoubtedly an act of violence that destroyed that order."

"only--"

The departed soul looked calmly at Charles.

"I know the hardships people endure to survive, I know the magnitude of this calamity, and I know how many more people my revenge, as a sorcerer who has lost his home, will drag into the chain of hatred—"

"But in the two thousand years since I became a bone demon, no matter what I think in my heart, I have indeed lost the ability to empathize with and understand humans in my subconscious."

"You could say I lost my mind in my pursuit of revenge, becoming insane and reckless."

"However, if I were to say that I still have some of the emotions that I originally had as a human being."

"Perhaps that's the guilt I feel for taking that girl from the church..."

His gaze drifted into the distance, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity.

"Her name is Renata, which is her original name, because I feel that I, the one who brutally took away her life, have no right to name her."

"I raised her for ten years, teaching her the knowledge she should have, including much knowledge about arcane magic and wizardry—knowledge that is taboo for the inhabitants of this world—"

"But from beginning to end, I still regarded her as a tool, a weapon that solidified my curse against the gods and helped me fulfill my grand ambition of revenge."

"However, now, after examining my own heart over these two hundred years, I can say with certainty that I truly felt the same affection a father has for his daughter."

The departed soul gave a bitter smile.

"Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it..."

"A vengeful ghost who lives only for revenge has developed a sense of kinship with a weapon."

"Upon closer reflection, this is indeed a selfish and despicable idea."

"If I hadn't interfered, given her noble birth and her 'Star-Chosen' physique connected to the divine realm, she would likely have been hailed as a saint by the various churches."

"From a young age, she was showered with love and affection, enjoying everything a young girl could possibly have: love, friendship, unparalleled glory, and the admiration and cheers of the crowd..."

"But--"

"Now, she can only stay in a windowless tower since she was a child."

"A hideous and withered old lich, and scrolls of pale and boring books as companions."

"However... even growing up in such a repressive environment that could lead to despair."

"Lenata, however, has grown into a dazzling girl, one I'm ashamed to face—"

The voice of the dead paused.

"Now that you've come here, you must have witnessed this world with your own eyes, right?"

What are your thoughts on that dark world?

Charles glanced at the illusory soul before him: "Actually, I had already suspected this—"

"This is what is called the disaster of darkness."

"Actually, it's not a calamity, but rather a layer of protection..."

The ghost glanced at Charles and nodded in surprise.

"I thought I had already given you high enough expectations in my mind, after all, it is impossible for an ordinary legend to calm me down with a third-tier spell."

"But now it seems that I have underestimated you."

"Your guess is correct."

"After the fall of the God of the Sun and the God of the Silver Moon, the manifestations of their out-of-control authority... both sunlight and moonlight have become the source of calamity."

"Ordinary people, even those who are not powerful enough, will be corrupted and degraded as long as they are exposed to its light."

"And the so-called catastrophe of darkness..."

"In reality, it's just a layer of protection created by Renata using the power she seized from the gods through curses—"

"One layer, a barrier to protect the remaining humans from depravity and madness."

The gaze of the departed soul slowly turned towards the pure darkness beyond the white tower.

"This darkness..."

"That is the gentleness she bestowed upon this world."

"And on the other side of this darkness lies the manifestation of uncontrolled authority, left behind by the corpses of countless gods."

"For deities, they are never truly dead, but rather immortal; it is extremely rare for them to truly die—"

"As long as faith endures, even if the divine throne crumbles, the divine kingdom collapses, and the divine realm falls, they can still return from the distant star realm after a long period of time."

Charles understood his meaning and continued, "And those missionaries and twilight creatures in this world..."

"It is their remaining chaotic authority and undying consciousness that want to break through protection and barriers and sow the manifestation of faith within them."

The departed soul slowly nodded.

.......

"This is the entire story of a bone demon..."

The words of the departed souls are both heavy and liberating.

His body was gradually becoming ethereal and fading.

The wizard's revenge was actually completed two hundred years ago.

What remains now is the obsession that sustains him as a departed soul—

In reality, it was mostly just a sense of guilt towards his teacher, the master of the Pure White Tower.

The legacy of the White Pagoda...

Dragons, elves, humans... The Three Towers of all ages, twenty-four pages, traversed countless subdimensional planes, exhausting their youth and blood to obtain this treasure of knowledge.

Ultimately, the connection was severed.

It was cut off by his hand.

however.

At this very moment, he witnessed a new wizard standing on the ruins of the Pure White Tower.

The spirit looked at Charles with a serious expression.

"I've finished telling you everything you asked, and my story..."

"So--"

In exchange, may I ask you a few questions?

Charles nodded: "Of course."

"You look very young...you shouldn't be from this world..."

"Given the state of this world, it's absolutely impossible for another truly legendary mage to emerge..."

The eyes of the departed soul suddenly lit up.