Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Hathaway walked in the lightless city, her wide white robe fluttering in the wind, and beside her was an ancient building made of huge stones.

There is no sun here, nor the light of stars and silver moon.

Only a few night-shining ores were inlaid on the ancient stone pillars, becoming the only light source in this world.

"Is this... Elder Hathaway?"

"Senior Hathaway... is it the ninth elder who rarely attends the High Tower Council in the legend? He actually came out of retreat?"

"Before, I only heard her name in legends, but I didn't expect to see the true face of the person in the history book today."

"I heard from the elders of the forest elves that she has been addicted to exploring the forbidden outside world, and sooner or later she will bring bad luck to the royal court..."

"I have also heard similar rumors from the elders... Obviously no one cares about those things, and our current life is already rich enough."

"Shh, be careful - don't you know the elders' perception?"

As she appeared, whispers from onlookers came from all around.

Hathaway looked up and saw that the hall leading to the Elf Tower was full of elves watching.

Except for the early childhood, the elves could not accurately judge their age by their appearance - the posture of the elves' ears was a more accurate way to judge their age.

Compared with Hathaway's drooping ears, the ears of the onlookers were all pointed and slender, which meant that most of them were no more than fifty or sixty years old.

"Has the curse of the elven blood deepened again..."

Hathaway whispered silently in her heart.

Fifty or sixty years old, for other ordinary races, is of course considered old, and can even be said to have entered old age.

But for the high elves before the Cataclysm, it can only be regarded as a child at best, and is still far from adulthood.

Not to mention entering the Elf Tower and participating in the exact government affairs and work of the royal court.

It was just that after the Cataclysm, the pollution of the fallen sun not only destroyed the royal courts of the ancient dragons and giants, but also directly acted on the blood of the high elves themselves.

With each iteration, the pure blood of the elves also became increasingly polluted.

In the endless disasters and pollution, there are very few high elves like Hathaway who were born before or after the Cataclysm and have a lifespan of thousands of years even without cultivation...

The lifespan of most newborns of the elves is only one or two hundred years.

Perhaps in a few hundred years, thousands of years... the lifespan of the elves in the Lost Island will be assimilated to the level of the race called humans in the ancient books.

Hathaway walked through the hall, stepped on the long gray-white steps, and walked towards the depths of the tower.

She didn't care about the discussions of the tribesmen, even with Hathaway's perception, those discussions had already fallen into her ears without missing a word.

After all, after the Cataclysm, these are the tribesmen many generations later.

Forgot the fear and the ambition.

Forgot some things.

There is nothing strange about this -

Click.

Click.

Hathaway walked up the pale steps step by step, and the noisy noise in the hall at the bottom of the tower gradually faded and finally disappeared.

Her footsteps paused at a certain floor of the tower.

This is an ancient huge door, which is more than ten people tall, wide and magnificent.

On both sides of the door are two blue torches, which suddenly lit up with Hathaway's arrival, illuminating this dim world.

The golden elf stood in front of the huge door, stretched out slender fingers from under the sleeves of the white robe, and touched the ancient door.

"I, Hathaway Zekin."

"As the elder of the golden elves and the ninth seat of the tower council, I apply to open the King's Court Library of the Elf Tower."

"Opening time: fifty years."

"Reason for application-"

"Use ancient knowledge to explore the depths of the star world, a new sourceless power outside the cursed elven bloodline."

"And use this as a foundation to find the way forward for the Lost Island."

"And... the future of the elves."

Accompanied by the words of the golden elf.

The ancient door rang loudly, and the ancient mystery, along with the waves of the subspace, rippled and opened.

This tower, as the center of the former Elf King's Court, has experienced catastrophes and long years, but it also retains extraordinary and mysterious things.

The King's Court Library is one of the foundations of the Elf Tower.

Because of the actions of the fallen Elf King, the high elves are different from the ancient dragons and giants. They are the best preserved race among the three major royal courts and still retain a relatively complete heritage.

The King's Court Library is an independent subspace, which contains a lot of ancient knowledge and classics that have not been lost or destroyed in the catastrophe and are still preserved.

According to the laws of the Elf Clan, only the elders of the Tower Council are qualified to open it.

However-

After a few breaths.

The ancient door did not open.

Instead, there was a red blood light.

Hathaway's request to open the library was rejected.

"I'm sorry, Senior Hathaway."

"Because you have been wandering in the subspace and dimension gaps of the Lost Island for a long time, we have never had the opportunity to inform you."

"After a joint vote by the remaining eight seats of the High Tower Council--"

"You are temporarily exempted from some of your permissions as the elder of the council. The permission to open the Royal Library is among the exempted permissions."

There was a voice in the darkness.

It was a moon elf with long light blue hair, wearing a white robe similar to Hathaway's.

"El. Frost Song..."

"Why did the Council do this?"

Hathaway looked at the moon elf in front of her and spoke softly.

"No, that's not my name."

"And she's not married yet, so how could she have an ice elf surname?"

"If I remember correctly, is El Frost Song the name of my great-grandmother or great-great-grandmother? I can't remember clearly."

"But it doesn't matter. They are all old people anyway."

The female moon elf played with her long hair and smiled.

"As for the reason you want, Senior Hathaway -"

"Of course, it is too dangerous to explore the star realm. There is no protection from the "curtain" there... If you are not careful, you will become as depraved and crazy as recorded in the ancient books. "

"Senior, it's okay for you to go crazy alone, but if you go crazy and we have to spend time to deal with it, that would be too annoying."

Hathaway's eyes were stunned for a moment, then calmed down again.

She spoke softly: "Obviously your ancestor——"

"El Frost Song, the second seat of the Council Elders, spent her whole life searching for a way to resist the curse and leave the Lost Island..."

"She once told me that the future of the high elves should never be trapped on this lightless island."

"Instead, you should bathe in the real sunshine."

"When the original council was established, its purpose was to coordinate forces and allow the elves to find a path for the future..."

The golden elf was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"It was just old antiques like you who were messing around at the beginning. They spent hundreds of years and a large amount of resource reserves but ended up with nothing. They often lost control and killed countless people."

"He talks about the way forward for the elves and the future of the elves all day long."

"The royal court is an old almanac from many years ago, who cares about those old clichés."

"Why do you let your inexplicable obsession ruin our comfortable life now?"

"Besides, don't you think it's ridiculous to think about creating a brand new power system to resist the curse imposed by the Creator's death? That is the power of gods!"

…

Don't open up your own, new path forward.

Instead, all expectations, all hopes... are placed on the existence of the "curtain".

Is this right?

Is the curtain created by the Elf King eternal?

Before these words could be spoken, Hathaway saw that the moon elf in front of her had already disappeared outside the torch, into the boundless darkness and shadow.

Soon, the blue torch also extinguished, leaving only the empty and silent tower.

She turned slightly sideways and looked at the library door behind her that had stopped shaking and was covered in dust again.

The dust that had been deposited for a long time fell and covered the ground.

This large library, which contains the civilizational inheritance of an entire race, has not been opened for hundreds of years.

Obviously, even if it has the authority to open it, in the eyes of today's Elf Council, the knowledge contained in this library is worthless.

And many years ago, the door of this big library was open all night.

The elders used the library instead of the gorgeous meeting room, where they discussed solving the pollution, restoring the bright future, and the future of the elves.

Hathaway was silent for a long time.

Thousands of thoughts finally turned into a soft sigh.

never mind--

She came to the Royal Library this time to find a method of coordinate positioning in the dimensional void among the knowledge passed down by her predecessors.

Of course, without a positioning method, there will be no change in what she wants to do.

It's just that the risk is higher.

Her figure disappeared into the tower and entered the ceremony venue that had been prepared.

Beside him are generous books densely packed with various experimental data.

There are also complicated sacred relics, ritual materials and auxiliary props...all of them are available.

Each piece of material information contains hundreds or thousands of attempts by an elf elder.

Tried again and again, every time the experiment failed, the void rift was mistakenly opened without protective measures, which represented the out-of-control madness of a high elf, or it was directly cut and swallowed by the space rift.

After countless failures, this kind of research has been carried out to the present point.

However, the descendants of those pioneers personally denied the efforts of their ancestors.

…

Without too much thinking.

Hathaway just carried out all the preparation steps step by step, based on the experience gained with countless blood and lives.

Then, in an instant.

Surrounded by extraordinary materials.

In the center of the ritual altar, a dark crack quietly opened.

It is not a fleeting, extremely unstable spatial turbulence that may cut and devour those who approach it at any time.

Instead, it is approaching a stable form, enough for one person to pass through.

Of course, rashly entering the dimensional void without a way to locate it means that you may be lost in it forever and never be able to return.

It's just that at this moment, Hathaway has no possibility of turning back.

She took a step forward and disappeared into the diffuse cracks.

…

There was total darkness in the void.

No reference, no direction.

Losing the coordinate positioning is equivalent to losing everything.

It's cold and dark.

From time to time, the turbulent flow of space turned into sharp blades, cutting Hathaway's flesh and blood.

Cut bloody holes into the pure white robe.

Some are extremely subtle, with only weak blood streaks, while others are deeply visible with bones, and the hideous wounds are covered in blood and flesh.

But Hathaway did not resist.

Her status has reached the level of legend, and she is also at the highest level among the nine-person council.

As a genuine legendary high elf.

The word "gold elf" itself represents a high degree of natural affinity for the gold element.

Chanting the ancient elven language also represents authority and speech. With her legendary status, as long as she speaks, it will not be a problem to resist some spatial turbulence.

But Hathaway didn't do that.

Because the bloodline of high elves itself is the object of curse and pollution.

After the cataclysm, once they escape the protection of the "curtain", as long as the elves activate the power of their bloodline, they will cause pollution and corruption.

And she, and everything those forerunners have worked so hard to do——

The purpose is to eliminate the bloodline of elves, find a new power system, and open up a way forward.

It allows the elves to walk in the world and live under the sun without relying on the power of blood and racial talents.

Once the authority of blood is used.

Then everything she insisted on and pursued would lose its meaning...

I don’t know how long this wandering lasted.

Until the wounds were densely covered all over the body, the wounds had dyed the original white robe bright red, and the excessive blood loss made the golden elf's consciousness blurred.

She finally felt it.

In that endless void, there is almost endless, rootless and vast energy.

"It does not come from the Creator, nor from the Sun God, nor is it a gift from any god."

"Rather, it is energy that is completely ownerless and wanders in the star realm and dimensional void."

"As long as we use this passive energy to weave the corresponding structural model according to our understanding and cognition of the laws and regulations of the world."

"The power exerted in this way, and the upper limit it can reach, will definitely not be inferior to that of any god."

"Even the Creator who brought all the disasters is no exception."

When you truly feel the passive energy from the star realm wandering around you.

The corner of the golden elf's mouth finally showed a faint smile for the first time.

only--

That smile soon turned bitter.

Hathaway knew very well that she could not go back.

Even though I have proven that everything I and those pioneers pursue is not a fantasy, but a practical reality, it is meaningless.

There are no coordinates, no reference objects, and no anchor points to guide you.

It is no longer possible for him to return to the Lost Island.

The only ending waiting for him is to drift with the current in this cold void.

Until the lifespan is exhausted, or before that, it is swallowed up by the turbulence of space and turns into another corpse lost in the void. This is the only ending.

Hathaway closed her eyes gently.

Let the crazy spatial turbulence carry him drifting with the current in the dark void.

Although he was in the royal court, he still left complete experimental records and data——

If you can follow the records and information in it, repeat your steps exactly the same, and then have the elders of many councils enter in an orderly manner while being prepared for protection and positioning.

Then, our own elves can still discover this treasure with unlimited potential in the void.

only--

According to the current attitude of the council toward itself.

I seem to be a little wishful thinking.

This is a treasure of knowledge gained by the elders of the council through countless subspace planes, spending their youth and blood for a long time.

It is also destined to be buried in this cold void forever.

"I really……"

"Did you do something wrong?"

The soft whispers of the golden elf disappeared in the dark void, and no one could hear them.

But the next moment.

Hathaway heard someone whisper in her ear.

"This is really the first time I've seen you in such a miserable state, Shi-chan..."

"No, we are still strangers now."

"If it were me who was being accosted in such a nonsensical way, I would just think that the other person was a low-level man who was playing hooligan."

A nice low laugh sounded.

"Then let's do it again."

"First meeting, the beautiful golden elf lady."

Hathaway looked back in shock.

Not far behind her, a young man with black hair and black eyes was sitting next to the cockpit of a huge metal structure, swinging his legs and looking at her.

The young man looked at the deep black void around him and frowned slightly.

"It is obviously such an important first encounter between the hero and the heroine, but the background light is too dark."

He took out a branch from his arms, flicked his fingers, and the branch was cut into a slender wand shape by a silver-white blade.

"Speaking of which, this should be the first spell casting in the first era. The sense of ritual must be fully developed."

The young man smiled, and then gently waved the wand that had just been cut from a tree branch.

"The wizard's spell... I think about it, I have it."

"Lumos!"

One ten thousandth of an instant later.

The clear light gushing out from the top of the wand illuminated Hathaway's slightly widened pale golden eyes.