Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 76: Not for Godhood—Only to Wait for You in This World.

The silver moon shone, casting its light into reality.

Sylvia’s pupils lost focus.

And Xia Ya—bit down sharply on his tongue.

The taste of blood spread through his mouth, the pain shocking his already nearly depleted mental energy back into temporary clarity.

Then, with the last vestiges of his willpower, Xia Ya gathered that frail mental strength—

And used "Tsukuyomi"—

To rewrite her memories.

The memory of that betrayal at Morning Star Hills—her recollections of him—were erased, extracted from the depths of her soul.

And in their place—

A new story was woven.

A naive, romantic girl, imprisoned in a garden since childhood—

Could never have survived in a world consumed by catastrophe.

In an era where the kingdom had fallen, where cults ran rampant, where beast tides ravaged the land, and where the Abyss lurked hungrily at the borders…

Only hatred could change her.

It would teach an innocent girl to be cautious.

To hide her strength and bury her identity.

To never trust anyone.

"So—"

"Hate me, Sylvia."

"Let this hatred, this vengeance—become your sustenance."

"Let it be the fire that keeps you alive in this lawless world—that makes you strong—"

"That pushes you to climb to the very pinnacle of this world."

In Xia Ya’s dark eyes, the spinning silver moon slowly dissolved—vanishing into nothingness.

With the last of his strength, Xia Ya took Sylvia’s hand—guiding her step by step onto the metallic disc.

He pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the ash from her pale cheeks, gently smoothing out her wind-tangled hair.

Then, using the last ounces of his energy, he activated the teleportation array.

In the next moment—

A crystalline azure light hummed.

The arcane runes inscribed on the metallic platform began to glow, turning in unison with the gears, their mechanical whirring blending with the magitech sigils—

Their radiance reflecting in Sylvia’s empty, lifeless eyes.

And as the metallic disc began to spin—

Xia Ya’s body—

Began to blur.

Countless fragments of light scattered from him, dissolving into the air.

Without the protection of the Historical Echo, he had only been barely holding on against the River of Time.

But now—everything was done.

There was no longer any reason to resist his fate.

Xia Ya’s gaze lingered—on the girl bathed in the glow of the teleportation array.

His bloodless lips moved—forming the faintest smile.

"If my theory is right…"

"Then, Sylvia—"

"Perhaps—"

"At the very end of time—"

"We might meet again."

A searing gust of wind swept through the burning city, sending a wave of scorching air through the ruins.

And when the wind faded—

The ruins of Cangting Royal City were empty.

Xia Ya and Sylvia were gone.

Only the last remnants of his words drifted with the scattered light—

Before vanishing completely.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

In the deep mountains along Cangting Principality’s border, Sylvia slowly opened her eyes.

Her dazed gaze swept across her unfamiliar surroundings—

And then, little by little—

Her expression turned cold.

Her last complete memory—

Was in the flower field of Morning Star Hills.

And on Xia Ya’s cold, bloodstained blade.

Beyond that—her memories were fractured, incomplete.

Perhaps due to severe injuries and long periods of unconsciousness, she could only recall scattered fragments.

The story she remembered—

Xia Ya and Norton’s ambitions had been discovered by the Branstat family elders.

A battle had erupted.

The fight had been brutal, and Norton’s plan had ultimately failed due to the seal’s backlash.

But the Branstat family had paid a terrible price—

Nearly all the elders and family members had died.

During the chaos, Sylvia had absorbed part of the unsealed divinity.

And in their final moments, the elders had activated a hidden teleportation array—sending her away.

In the instant she was teleported out—

The only living person left in the Branstat Estate—

Was Xia Ya.

The last victor.

She remembered—

His detached gaze watching her through the teleportation array.

And the blade in his hand—

Still dripping with the blood of an elder whose throat had just been slit.

"Sylvia, you're too weak."

"Too weak to even interfere in this battle—too weak to take revenge on me."

"Right now, you don’t even have the value to be killed."

"My foolish little sister."

"If you want to kill me—then hate me. Resent me."

"And then—cling to life, no matter how ugly it gets."

"Xia Ya—"

"Gege."

The girl slowly reached up—

And removed the amethyst hairpin from her hair.

In those beautiful eyes, where chestnut and silver mixed—

All traces of innocence, dreams, and warmth had been wiped away.

Now—

Only a cold, unyielding frost remained.

"Since you think I’m not even worth killing right now—"

"Then I will climb to the top."

"And then—"

"I will repay you… for everything you’ve done to me."

On that day—

Cangting Ancient Kingdom was struck by multiple Divine Descents.

The radiance of mythic beings walking the earth—

Could be seen thousands of miles away.

Surrounding kingdoms trembled, on the verge of panic.

Several Legendary powerhouses gathered at the borders, waiting for a divine war to begin.

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But in the end—

The gods who descended searched for days—

And found nothing.

Having no choice, they withdrew their power.

And Cangting Principality, under the aftershocks of the Divine Descent, crumbled.

It quickly faded into history.

Later, in the records of ancient texts—

A single, brief line was written:

"Cangting Principality was destroyed by the Twilight Catastrophe in Sacred Calendar Year 346."

Years later, a female Beastmaster rose like a comet.

In the Western Continent, still shrouded in the chaos of the Era of Catastrophe, she carved out a legend of her own.

Within a mere few years, she ascended to Titled Tier—earning the name:

"The Argent Witch."

Yet when Sylvia reclaimed her true name and began her search across the Western Continent—

She found that there was no longer a single trace of Xia Ya.

It was as if, from the moment of that Divine Descent, the boy Xia Ya Egut had been erased from the world.

Years passed.

By the time Sylvia ascended to the Legendary Seat, her mental power had reached its peak, transforming into a vast ocean of consciousness.

From that elevated perspective, she was able to gaze down upon her own soul and mind—

And that was when she discovered them.

The traces of memories rewritten deep within her soul.

The blank spaces where something had been extracted.

And—Xia Ya’s final words to her.

On that day, The Argent Witch, Sylvia, built a tower of pure white upon the Golden Plains beyond the Grandet Sea.

And within a lesser plane, in a palace frozen in eternal twilight, she created her chambers.

Or rather—her tomb.

Many powerhouses saw Sylvia as an anomaly among Legends.

For others, the Divine Realm was their ultimate dream, an ambition they would die for.

But for Sylvia, it was within reach—

And yet, she showed no interest in it.

She grew stronger—but only for one reason.

To remain in this world—

Waiting for someone to return.

"Xia Ya gege left me with one final sentence."

"At the end of time, will we meet again?"

"If that is the case—"

"Then I will wait for you."

"I want to hear from your lips the truth you hid from me that day."

"And, more than anything—"

"I want to know how you truly felt about me."

"Whether it takes a hundred years, or a thousand—"

"As long as you haven’t returned—"

"I will wait."

—Excerpt from The Argent Witch’s Diary, Page 704, Sacred Calendar Year 360, Month of Blossoms, 13th day.

This was the final page of The Argent Witch’s Diary, left forever sealed within the Twilight Palace.

And then—

Five hundred years passed.

The Era of Catastrophe ended.

The Saints fell, and the chaos of demi-gods, angels, and mythic beings walking the world came to an end.

Divine Descents became mere myths, lingering only in the ballads of wandering bards.

Once again, Legends reclaimed their place as the supreme beings of the Western Continent.

And after centuries of dust and silence—

The Argent Witch’s Diary, long sealed away—

Was finally opened once more.

And then—

A new chapter was written.