Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"You'll find out then."

Alicia simply smiled slightly, offering no further explanation, before disappearing into the pillar of light. Her valiant and alluring figure had already departed her homeland.

The sisters have parted ways once again, and who knows when they will meet again.

The silver-haired girl in the red dress stood silently, attracting a lot of attention, before slowly turning around and returning to Saint Rensa after a long while.

Tomorrow will be a new beginning.

The simple yet heartwarming coming-of-age ceremony has ended, and Er Qiao has become a true sixteen-year-old beautiful girl.

But flowers and dresses were definitely not what she wanted, and anyone could tell that.

The chaos in the Mansion of Chaos did not delay the plans of the Beautiful Goddess King. This weekend, the debut battle of the witches is about to begin!

In the early morning, Nolan dragged the two silly girls out of bed. The happiest people last night were not the main characters of the coming-of-age ceremony, but these silly little rascals.

Messiah rubbed his eyes, still fairly sober, while Zenora had secretly drunk a little wine and was clinging to Nolan.

Last night, the two of them heard a lot of strange and wonderful stories from their seniors, which broadened their horizons. They stayed up until late at night without taking a shower and went to bed in a terrible state.

This fierce-looking nanny/knight doesn't seem like she'd give them time to freshen up and get dressed nicely again.

The three of them, dressed in pristine white school uniforms, quickly tidied themselves up and set off on empty stomachs.

The Starry Night Diva and the Princess were yawning incessantly, having mostly forgotten their purpose and mission.

"Bon Voyage!"

The maid, Long, wiped away her tears and waved her handkerchief pitifully, fearing that her rare friend would disappear again.

Nolan patted Ekaterina's head. "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be back this afternoon."

"Don't make such a promise, I'll have dinner ready and waiting for you!"

"No, no, no, no! No need!"

Messiah and Zenora's lips twitched, they exchanged a glance, and suddenly they didn't want to come back.

On a weekend morning, the school road was quiet. Most students took the rare opportunity to sleep in, while only a few diligent students were fighting against mechanical puppets in the training field.

Arriving at the Mansion of Chaos, what was supposed to be a "cheating" trip with only three people... has now gained two more members?

"Jana-sensei? What are you doing here...?"

Messiah looked in surprise at the black-haired woman who had appeared at the club's entrance early in the morning.

The capable and beautiful woman in her business suit was naturally the succubus homeroom teacher, while another gloomy girl whose smile was more like a grimace was also there last night. No one noticed the little devil with the least presence in the Firevine Class.

"Go ask your lousy advisors!"

The secretary pushed up her glasses, her tired eyes blazing with anger. She was furious at the mention of this. "That bastard called me eighteen times last night, waking me up from my bed, just so I could be lazy and take you guys camping!"

Nolan suppressed a laugh; to be precise, there were nineteen.

The secret technique of connecting magic crystal terminals by entwining fingers is the way mortals communicate; as long as one holds a beacon, the wind will carry the words to the other's ear.

When there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do...

How can we not make good use of such a capable personal assistant?

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102. Throne of Chaos

It's a pity I didn't get to meet Nolan's teacher in person, but being with the homeroom teacher seems like a good idea too; at least the atmosphere would be much more relaxed.

"Invincible Teacher?"

Zinora covered her mouth and chuckled. Probably only the Iron-Blooded Instructor would dare to insult that person like that.

Messiah tilted his head. "So, now the five of us are setting off together to... what's that place called again?"

"Kentau!"

Janna took a deep breath, her resentment bubbling up as if she were prematurely entering menopause. "And you four, I'll find somewhere to catch up on my sleep. As long as you don't die, just pretend I don't exist!"

Well, this is exactly the kind of laissez-faire approach a mentor should have...

Nolan nodded and said matter-of-factly, "That's right, our advisor for this expedition will be Teacher Janna, along with a reliable teammate!"

Hello everyone!

The gloomy girl waved her hand timidly, and didn't seem very reliable at all.

Last night, Janna probably cursed Invincible for about an hour, and then helplessly made a condition: that she bring her little niece along.

Is this child also a rare high-level succubus?

Noland glanced at the nervous black-haired girl and gave her a kind smile.

We need to figure out a way to trick this little devil into joining the club!

The Golden Avenue was deserted; the mess left by last night's birthday party in the glasshouse had not yet been cleaned up.

The Adventurers' Guild campus branch next door opened early in the morning, welcoming students returning from expeditions to deliver their commissions.

What are we doing here?

"Zinora asked curiously, "The portals to the City of Freedom are usually in the City Hall. Only a few higher-dimensional space tunnels require a large amount of magic crystals to maintain and are opened by the Sanctuary Administrator."

"Hmph, you don't understand, do you!"

Messiah raised a finger and began to instruct the innocent little princess with only a rudimentary understanding.

"The reason why the expedition team is formed in the name of a club is that they must offer their faith to their respective gods before setting off, open the target teleportation coordinates through the altar, and receive powerful blessings. This is the significance of the club hall."

Nolan nodded; that was true.

Each guild's deity responds to the call of its followers; in other words, the guild headquarters is a teleportation center for members of the Throne of Chaos, much like a small temple.

Along with the Glorious Saints, Nightingale and Frozen Valley, two of the three major societies of Saint Lensa, have their own faith affiliations. Nightingale serves the Archangel of the Moon, while Frozen Valley fights for the Goddess of Ice and Snow.

The Throne of Chaos... naturally represents the destroyer of all realms!

Nolan led everyone to the top floor of the glass pavilion. The transparent attic inside the vermilion doors, which should have been bathed in sunlight, was now completely dark.

The room was completely shrouded in darkness, with not a single ray of light able to penetrate it.

Chinara squinted and looked around, unable to perceive the walls or the dome. The room felt like another isolated space, as if one step would plunge into an abyss.

Not only were Messiah and the other two curious, but it was also the first time that Gana had ever seen the Chaos Lord's miniature temple.

When the gods grant offerings from mortals, they will issue a decree, and altars will be created accordingly. Divine grace travels through the void to the plane of Isheran, where the first altar is established.

With a snap of her fingers, the silver-haired girl brought forth faint crimson lights in the boundless darkness.

A throne shrouded in black mist slowly emerged from the illusion, countless chains intertwined and bound the void, floating before one's eyes.

Dark red flowed on it, resembling thick blood and scorched lava.

Messiah's eyes brightened slightly, more out of curiosity than fear. He mustered his courage and followed Nolan inside, only breathing a sigh of relief when he realized he was standing on solid ground.

The group entered one after another, and the door behind them creaked shut, plunging them into complete darkness.

The silver-haired girl walked step by step through the void to the throne, sat down slowly, and looked at everyone with a smile. Her dark red eyes were incredibly deep, like black holes.

"This is... the Throne of Chaos?"

The secretary-general's expression turned serious, his eyes filled with amazement, and he inexplicably recalled the mysterious legends he had heard while still in the abyss.

Chaos was born before the universe was created. That ancient being existed even before the elemental spirits and all things in the world, and was above all laws.

Regardless of the past, present, or future, the myriad phenomena of the forest cycle endlessly, but only chaos remains eternal, immortal and indestructible.

Nolan tore open a Silverwing-authorized Class D research commission, obtained a safe coordinate of Kentau, and tapped his slender fingers on the throne.

A line of complex inscriptions immediately appeared in the darkness, swirling around before disappearing in a flash.

Buzz........

The altar trembled, and everyone stumbled.

At the same time, the mysterious black mist wrapped around the four trainees' bodies, seeping into their skin amidst their terrified screams.

Actually, I didn't feel anything, it didn't hurt or itch, but the scene was still quite frightening.

"The first time was like this."

Nolan blinked, clenched his fist, and felt a surge of energy coursing through his body.

"what?"

Chinara was the first to notice the divine blessing; her sleep-deprived and listless spirit suddenly lifted.

While the soul's power did not increase, the chanting speed and operational efficiency were greatly enhanced, equivalent to the boost from a level three or four "Infinite Power" magic armor.

The black-haired girl spun around, her movements becoming much lighter, her soul flowing freely through every corner of her body.

Previously, they had only heard of some practical buffs, such as the Divine Grace of the Temple of Light, which has the restorative power to periodically heal wounds, and the elemental affinity amplification and soul power enhancement of the Seven Luminaries Temple.

Unexpectedly, the tyrannical divine grace of the Lord of Chaos was so powerful, bestowing upon his followers unparalleled rage.

As faith deepens and worship intensifies, divine grace will undoubtedly increase.

How terrifying must this insane power of accelerating martial arts and secret techniques have been back then?

"Incredible."

Messiah cheered and looked down to see a small, exquisite black flame branded on his chest. Although the flame was weak, it was exactly the same as Nolan's.

As the three reveled in the violent blessing, they were completely unaware that time and space had been unknowingly twisted.