Millennium Witch

Without further pleasantries, they agreed to meet again in Emerald Isle. Yvette stood in the manor, watching Abella drive her magical motorcycle over the snow and disappear into the leaden gray horizon.

The atmosphere in the manor returned to tranquility, and the pale golden morning sun cast a lonely and narrow shadow behind her.

The white snowflakes continued to fall. She stood in the center of the manor. After a moment, her long hair began to spread uncontrollably behind her, wrapping around her, enveloping her, and gathering her up... In an instant, it condensed into a huge, airtight cocoon, its oval surface shimmering with a jade-like light.

Immediately, the giant cocoon crashed heavily into the snow, blending into the surrounding whiteness as if it were part of winter.

……

After instinctively forming a giant cocoon, Yvette felt herself swallowed by an intense feeling of drowsiness. Her consciousness plummeted in the process, as if falling into an endless deep sea, enveloped by the cold tides from all directions.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes and found herself in an unknown ocean. The light above seemed distant and unreal, as if seen through a layer of water. Below was a bottomless abyss of darkness.

Strangely, she remained perfectly conscious and rational, without exhibiting any fear or panic.

She remembered that she should have seen this scene before. A long, long time ago, when she was first infected by the aberrant factor and gained aberrant power, she entered this ocean of consciousness. Now she has returned.

Oh right, what did I see here last time?

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and saw at the end of the abyss, a thick, shadow-like black tentacle suddenly emerged, like a sea monster that had been lurking for a long time, about to launch a fatal attack on the drowning person.

But faced with Yvette's calm gaze, the black tentacle gradually slowed its movements, eventually lying docilely in front of her, like a large dog waiting to be petted by its owner.

Yvette didn't move, but instead carefully observed the tentacle.

In the dream world, she sensed similar tentacles on Liana, which were indeed stronger than her Pure White Tentacles. However, Liana's magic power was limited, and she could only summon three, and she also had to conserve magic power, so she was able to suppress them with sheer numbers.

The tentacle before us, visually, fits the description of "shadow" even better than Liana's Shadow Touch, appearing almost two-dimensional.

Then, thinking of something else, she lowered her gaze to the dark depths below.

She remembered that there should have been a patch of black and red liquid here the last time she came, but for some reason, she didn't see it this time.

……

A week later, on a beach, the engine stopped, and Bingyu jumped out of the car. The salty sea breeze ruffled her blue bangs, and she turned around and said, "Thank you, Sister Abella!"

Abella helped her take the motorcycle off the roof, her long, dark hair shimmering in the sunlight, a smile playing on her alluring face: "After all, it's the master's task."

"So where are you planning to go next, Miss Abella?" Bingyu asked curiously. "Want to travel together? To Emerald Isle?"

Abella looked beyond the icy rain to the vast, boundless sea, and shook her head, saying, "No, I want to go back to Ish Island."

"Huh? Didn't the kind lady tell you not to go back?" Bingyu asked, puzzled.

"What do you know?" Abella winked at her and said with a grin, "It is precisely under these circumstances that I insist on staying by my master's side so that she can feel my sincere feelings."

After saying that, without waiting for Bingyu to understand, she returned to the magic motorcycle and headed back towards Ish Island to wait for her master to wake up.

In her opinion, her master's so-called eternal sleep was probably only five or six years, or seven or eight years at most. She stayed by his side the whole time, and she refused to believe that this would not move her master.

Who knows, maybe I can get her to take me as her apprentice!

but……

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

She never imagined that this wait would last for a hundred years.

This is just a draft, there's no time to revise it, everyone can take a look in the morning.

Chapter 136 Abelard's One Hundred Years of Solitude

Abella's 100 Years of Solitude began when her magical chariot was accidentally damaged on the way back to Ish Island.

This is actually illogical. After all, although her strength limit is locked, she is still a fourth-stage leader. Logically speaking, her return journey should be smooth sailing.

Embarrassingly, she encountered a power struggle between the two major forces of the North Sea and the South Sea on her way. The commanders of the two armies were none other than the "Iron Sea Dragon Beast" and the "Nightmare Spirit" that Yvette had once named.

Having heard Commander Zi mention it before, she quickly recognized the Steel Sea Dragon Beast as the strongest commander under the King of the Sea. Its massive, semi-mechanical serpentine body was very distinctive. Its predecessor was probably the "Earth-burrowing Tunneler" from the Origin Civilization era, a super tunnel boring machine unique to Ember Scar Chemical, which was said to be able to dig through the Earth's core.

As for the Nightmare Spirit opposite her, although she didn't recognize it, it was probably one of the strongest commanders under the King of the Abyss, otherwise it wouldn't be qualified to fight against the MetalSeadramon.

So, despite being on the edge of the battlefield, she still suffered a major misfortune and was forced into the fight.

Fortunately, the magical motorcycle had been modified by its owner, and not only was its armor very thick, but it also had a magical barrier. After a struggle, she managed to escape.

However, she soon discovered that the internal parts of the magical motorcycle seemed to have malfunctioned due to the impact of the battle. It broke down and got wet as soon as it reached the waters around Ish Island. She had to get off the motorcycle early and slowly push it onto the beach.

At this point, the situation was already a bit awkward, because without the magic motorcycle, it would be very difficult for her to return to the mainland, especially since Ish Island is located in the North Sea of ​​Abyss, and she is a traitor to the North Sea of ​​Abyss, so the two sides are not compatible.

However, at this time, she did not know what would happen in the future, so she did not take it seriously.

In her view, her current purpose is to wait for her master to wake up, and once her master wakes up, everything will be fine, so what is there to worry about?

Then, she returned to her master's manor and stayed there peacefully for several years. During that time, she restored her strength to the peak of the fifth stage and launched a dimensional reduction attack on all the divine offspring on the entire island. She also visited the Abyss Base and studied her master's former residence, although she didn't find anything particularly interesting.

Afterwards, feeling utterly bored, she left the Abyss Base. As time passed, a sense of emptiness began to surface in her heart.

Her life here was initially quite promising. She would often go out to hunt the divine offspring on the island and in the sea to provide nourishment for reaching the peak of the fifth rank.

But the question is, what happens next?

If she wants to advance further, she needs a sixth-tier mother nest to assist in her advancement. Unfortunately, there is no mother nest on Ish Island, and even if there were, there are no resources to raise her to the sixth stage.

So, what can she do on this deserted island in the days to come?

……

Ten years passed quickly.

As an immortal being who could live almost indefinitely by simply eating, Abella didn't find the 10 years difficult to endure at first. She stayed in the Water Tower Kingdom with her master on Black Tide Continent for several years without any problems.

But now, on Ish Island, she was genuinely feeling a bit overwhelmed. There were no machine races, no Ice Rain, no black dragon, and no master; only a group of AI skeletons lacking the authority to command. This feeling of loneliness, isolation, and lack of communication was something she had rarely experienced before.

Moreover, the white cocoon is ridiculous. She has been waiting for 10 years, but there is no movement at all, not even a progress bar. Who can stand this?

Abella was helpless, but there was nothing she could do. After all, she knew nothing about any technology and was too lazy to learn. She couldn't understand or repair the magical motorcycle that had been broken for 10 years, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

All she can do now is wait quietly, hoping that her master will emerge from his cocoon and take her away from this sea cage tomorrow.

……

Tomorrow comes tomorrow.

Twenty years passed as they waited day by day.

At this point, Abella felt utterly hopeless.

Compared to her quiet, robot-like, and unsmiling master, Abella discovered that she was actually quite a socialized divine offspring. When she was under the command of the Purple Commander and looked after Cooks, she spent her free time either gossiping with divine offspring of the same rank or bullying divine offspring of lower rank than her, enjoying the pleasure of the strong humiliating the weak.

The reason she acted so aloof and cool towards Yvette when they first met was simply because she thought it would make her seem sophisticated and intimidate her opponent, keeping her from knowing her true nature. She never expected that because she concealed herself so well, Yvette would treat her as a "respectable opponent" and harass her for several years.

Now she's locked up on this island where she has no one to talk to. Occasionally she encounters a few elite third-stage divine offspring, but they're all the kind who can't speak. When she bullies them, they don't give any emotional feedback, which is almost suffocating her.

What's the difference between this and going to jail?

No, even human criminals in the early civilizations could chat with their cellmates and guards when they were in prison. There wasn't a single living person in her cell!

No!

She couldn't just sit and wait to die any longer; she had to save herself! She didn't want to play the loyal dog anymore; she just wanted to get out of this hellhole and never come back!

What a damn owner! Sleeping for so long, she never wants to see him again!

So, one morning 25 years after Yvette fell into a deep sleep, Abella finally made up her mind, pushed open the door to her master's study on the third floor, and saw a dazzling array of knowledge books and handwritten notes on the bookshelves, as bright as the sun.

That was the purpose of her trip.

She wants to use the books here to learn about magical motorcycles, fix them, and then use them to cross the sea and escape this hellish place.

Although she had tried this before and failed as expected, that was 15 years ago. Back then, she didn't have the determined look in her eyes or the ambition to master car repair.

She is a completely different person today than she was in the past!

With that thought in mind, she took a deep breath, picked up a book called "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering" with a determined expression, and took it down to the large living room. She began to read and study it seriously, enjoying the feeling of swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and felt that she could already see a hopeful future.

Half an hour later, she lay on the table and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

……

Abella's learning journey lasted for five years—at least nominally five years—until one thing suddenly gave her a moment of enlightenment, and she then chose to give up at lightning speed.

This enlightenment doesn't mean she's making excuses to be lazy or too stupid to learn.

Instead, she suddenly realized that she had been playing the role of a loyal dog waiting for her master to wake up for 30 years. If she learned how to repair cars and drove them to the mainland, her master would wake up right after she arrived. Wouldn't all the 30 years she spent in prison have been for nothing?

Who could possibly handle that!

Therefore, with boundless sorrow, and a touch of relief and smugness, she helplessly put the book "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering" back.

Of course, there must be other runic books and magic notes in the master's study. Even if he doesn't study car repair, could he fill in the gaps in his other magical knowledge here?

This!

That won't work either.

Because her learning approach was the same as Dugrabi's back then, she only learned the ready-made spells that her master had instilled in her. To have her research, design, and optimize original spells on her own would require too much knowledge to fill in the gaps, which would be equivalent to starting from scratch. It would be much easier to wait for her master to wake up and feed her ready-made spells.

then……

Life has returned to square one.

She resumed her aimless wanderings on the island, occasionally bullying weaker divine offspring to amuse herself.

However, her good fortune didn't last long. Even after giving up on her studies, she still had nothing to do. That feeling of boredom, loneliness, and emptiness enveloped her again, tormenting her spirit until it slowly stretched the strings of her mind to their limit.

……

The year has come to its fiftieth.

On a cloudy morning, Abella walked step by step through the dew-covered weeds to the open meadow in the center of the manor, looking at the huge white cocoon with a gloomy expression.

She was a completely different person now than she had been 50 years ago. Her once smooth, black hair was now dull and lifeless, like a tattered veil crumpled by the sea breeze, knotted with stubborn impasses. Her face was stained with grime of unknown origin, streaks of gray and blue. Her robes were worn and faded, their original color unrecognizable, and a musty smell permeated the air wherever she went.

Only her eyes remained bright, but compared to the past, they had become much vacant, no longer charming and alluring, and she seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Of course, she doesn't believe she has any mental problems. It's just that living alone for a long time has made her too lazy to care about her personal image, which has led to her becoming this unkempt state, just like some slovenly artists who live alone and create in seclusion.

She didn't think what she planned to do was crazy; it was simply to use her unique corrosive magic to break the white cocoon and help her master wake up sooner.

She even had her own logic to support this—a normal promotion process would never require a 50-year slumber; something must have gone wrong with the owner to cause this.

She might actually be hoping someone can break free of her cage and rescue her. If she could wake her master, she wouldn't be scolded; instead, she would be credited for protecting him.

Thinking about this, Abella felt it made perfect sense, and her mind suddenly cleared up. A sickly smile appeared on her face.

Then she gathered her black magic and began to bombard the white cocoon in the manor. While attacking wildly, she also let out a neurotic giggle. In a daze, she seemed to have seen the hope of escaping the sea of ​​suffering.

But after the smoke cleared, she never expected that the corrosive magic that had once threatened her master's pure white touch, after being applied to the white cocoon for so long, had not left a single trace on it.

Abella was stunned.

This was the last resort she could think of. She even subconsciously admitted that this move was extremely suicidal. She wouldn't have used it unless absolutely necessary, otherwise, if she angered her master, who knew if she would be turned into nourishment by him.

However, what she didn't expect was that, as a fifth-tier lord at her peak, she hadn't even scratched a hair on the white cocoon despite going all out!

What on earth is going on? Is the master really a normal divine heir? Why does it feel so strange?

Abella was completely baffled, but one thing was certain: she was now utterly helpless except to continue waiting.

……

Thus, after failing to "help" her master escape, Abella was utterly desperate.

She suspected that her master had died inside the cocoon, and her waiting here was no different from imprisoning herself.

But if you ask her to pick up her car repair studies again and reread that book "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering," then she feels that the situation isn't as hopeless as it seems.

Moreover, in reality, cars are not as easy to repair as they were 50 years ago.

Regardless of the specific part that caused the extensive modifications to the magical motorcycle to break down, it has now endured many years of weathering. The constant sea winds have brought the entire vehicle to the brink of collapse. Repairing it would be no different from building a brand new motorcycle from scratch, with the learning curve exponentially steeper.

At this point, Abella would think that her master had apparently learned all the knowledge on this very island before leaving, which sounded incredible.

As expected, there must be a reason why the master became the master. If she were to fall into my hands in the future, I would make her my technical advisor. As for being a maid, that can be done part-time.

Abella started daydreaming, then felt it wasn't enough, so she went back to her room, picked up paper and pen, and began to write.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that writing could also be an important way to pass the time. Moreover, her future ambition was to become a monarch, reverse the master-servant relationship, and turn the master into her servant. Since she was idle anyway, she might as well plan ahead what she would do in the future to take revenge and discipline him severely.

In an instant, it was as if she had suddenly seen the light. On this boring, lonely, and empty island, Abella seemed to have found new hope for life and began her creative career. She wrote down all the possible scenarios after realizing her future ambitions in her notebook. Although she said she was planning for the future, she was basically just entertaining herself.

The content ranges from domineering monarch Abella and tsundere maid Yvette to all sorts of non-human play, often involving white tentacles, to role-playing within various worldviews.

It can't be called ambitious, but it's still unbearable to look at, filled with an indescribable sense of oppression and repression.