CHAPTER 1047: CHAPTER 1044: THE WITCH IGNITED THE LIGHT

[Under the velvet of the night,]

[the witch lit a fire and traversed the forest.]

[She could interpret the prophecy within the crystal ball; she possessed magical powers.]

[The black cat was her family, Nightingale sang for her.]

[She could summon flames and condense frost.]

[She could dispel darkness and illuminate the light.]

[Her robe billowed like the clouds in the firmament,]

[her steps were light like the dew on lotus leaves.]

[She was a free soul, pursuing ideals.]

[The witch traversed through time, leaving behind mysterious legends.]

[She guided the stars on their journey with spells, and ancient knowledge flowed at her fingertips...]

...

The perspective of Su Ming’an rose, and he discovered this game wasn’t in first-person view, but rather a slightly overlooking perspective. He could control the sorcerer.

Above the sorcerer’s head were the two characters "Banana," which was her name. From her faintly revealed fair face, it could be seen this was a female game protagonist. Through five games, it was the first time Su Ming’an controlled a female protagonist. However, this was normal as every era had female heroes. He was merely a remote controller rather than a possessor, so it did not affect him.

Su Ming’an looked down at the sorcerer, feeling somewhat embarrassed for the name "Banana." Although he couldn’t see her full appearance, such a name was indeed...

A Nightingale suddenly perched on the sorcerer’s shoulder. It had a beautiful coat of black feathers, with eyes the color of rubies.

[Nightingale: Banana, let’s go!]

New player guidance text appeared in Su Ming’an’s vision: [Please control the sorcerer and proceed forward.]

Su Ming’an made a stepping motion, and the sorcerer below also stepped forward. When Su Ming’an spoke, the sorcerer below would say the same words:

[Banana: ...Who are you?]

[Nightingale: Don’t you remember me? I’m your magical construct, your good companion! From now on, I’ll guide your adventure!]

The sorcerer kept walking and finally left the forest. In sight were layers of piled white castles, their spires soared skyward, and the walls were carved with starry sky and mysterious magical runes. The sanctified white brushed these enchantingly styled buildings. People clutched books and gemstones, moving in rough hemp and cloth robes.

Su Ming’an realized his identity here—[Supreme Mage]. He was the strongest sorcerer possessing the most vast knowledge and wisdom, the mentor of all sorcerers.

In this era, those who mastered magic were seen as ominous. They only knew some magic of small power, unable to contend with church knights who had strength in numbers. So, sorcerers often congregated in groups in remote places, establishing their own magical schools and castles. "Banana" was the wisest among them.

But even so, the church frequently crusaded against sorcerers, believing magic brought disaster.

[Yue Li’er: Mentor, regarding what you said yesterday about the oppositeness of light and darkness, I have my own thoughts...] A female student approached, starting to express awe towards Banana.

[Banana: I sound very powerful.]

[Nightingale (proudly): Of course, Supreme Mage! Ten years ago, a vast darkness poured into the world, and it was you who saved the entire world in a crisis. You then used your supreme wisdom to establish shields that blocked the darkness flooding in from the edges of the world and taught sorcerers how to use the elements. You supported this world on the verge of destruction!]

Nightingale looked quite excited, its pointed beak swung back and forth. But soon, its ruby eyes dimmed, as if recalling something sad:

[Nightingale: However, the darkness still remains in this world. People can only dwell in light but cannot venture into darkness; otherwise, they would be devoured by the darkness...]

[Banana: Devoured?]

Accompanying Su Ming’an’s puzzled expression, the sorcerer’s black eyes also showed confusion.

At this moment, Su Ming’an received the main quest.

...

["Witch’s Epic" main quest: Rescue a person and witness their fate.]

[Location: (291, 492)]

...

A map appeared in the upper right corner of the viewpoint, and Su Ming’an ignored the students who flocked to him, immediately starting to run.

He noticed his skill bar, filled with a plethora of magical skills, too many to count. [Minor Fireball Technique], [Minor Frost Spell], [Vine Technique], [Light Orb Spell], [Darkness Summoning Technique], [Floating Technique], [Transformation Spell]...

These skills had general power, at best capable of harming some small animals. It seemed sorcerers were indeed lacking in combat power. Their advantage lay in wisdom and knowledge.

Soon, Su Ming’an arrived at a town, red tiles and white walls, appearing to be from the Middle Ages.

"——Banana! Is that you? Banana!" A very small call came from the street corner.

Su Ming’an looked up and saw a blue-haired young man wearing knight armor, with the words "Chen River" above his head.

"Lu?" Su Ming’an cautiously approached.

Although it was a large town, the streets were very quiet, even the sound of cloth shoes stepping on the stone brick road could be heard clearly. The air carried a scent of wheat, likely because people were baking bread, but every household was marked with a blood-red cross.

"It’s me," Lu said, "Things aren’t looking good... The witch hunt is prevalent. Once people determine someone is ’a witch,’ no one can prevent the execution. Sorcerers who possess wisdom are seen as outcasts, people fear you."

"Hmm," Su Ming’an said.

"What’s more important is the plague rampant," Lu said, "It’s caused by the Black Mist Disease. But in this era, people haven’t researched the technology for special medicine, so the plague is spreading terribly..."

Su Ming’an looked up.

He saw several bodies hanging in the air like cured meat, perhaps remnants of an execution.

"The game is called Witch’s Epic, so witches should indeed exist," Su Ming’an said.

Lu said, "God’s influence says all calamities stem from the witch, so people always hope to find this witch. They think as long as the witch is burned, the world can attain peace."

"Quite the ignorant Middle Ages... We come from an advanced era and know the Black Mist Disease comes from the Black Mist, so the plague can’t be caused by the witch. She’s merely a scapegoat," Su Ming’an said, "Identifying the witch is not important to us."

"True," Lu said, "But you have to be careful. The deity in this era should still be the same."

Su Ming’an nodded. Since these six games were parallel eras, the deity should also be the same. Unsure of where the deity is spying.

Lu decided to help Su Ming’an rescue someone. They carefully circumnavigated the soldiers, arriving at a tall red-white building from which cries echoed.

Su Ming’an’s perspective suddenly elevated, he jumped past the walls’ obfuscation and saw the situation within.

...

[Location: Losen Town, Viscount’s home.]

[Knight: Viscount Foknus. The Bishop suspects that the witch’s aura was emitted from your family. The Church needs to investigate your son Xi Li and hopes you can hand him over to us.]

[Viscount Foknus (kneeling and pleading): No... no, my son is only twelve years old. What can he do? The witch’s aura is entirely fictional. He’s not the embodiment of the witch, you cannot take him away, I implore you...]

[Knight: Besides taking your son Xi Li, you must come with us too. As long as the flames can burn away your sins, the Deity will believe that you are not witches after the scorching flames.]

[Viscount Foknus (Desperate): No...]

[Lady Foknus (whispering to the maid): Go to the back room, quickly take little Xi Li away, immediately!]

...

The maid arrived at the back room, where the twelve-year-old Xi Li was engrossed in reading books about medicinal herbs. In his eyes lay a premature calmness, his appearance slightly resembling Su Ming’an.

[Xi Li: I won’t leave.]

[Xi Li: The family is at a dead end, father and mother are to be burned to death for a strange reason. Even if I escape, I will become a wanted person. We haven’t done anything wrong, living quietly in peace, yet just because of a suspicion of being witches, we are to be sent to the stake. I have researched the so-called "witch’s scent," it’s just a smell brought about by natural climate, yet people firmly believe in this absurd reason.]

[Maid: Young master, if you don’t leave, the Foknus family will end here.]

[Xi Li: We are just an ordinary family, ordinary people. Even if I escape, with the plague rampant outside, it will be hard for me to survive.]

[Maid: Your mother knows a powerful sorcerer, the sorcerer will take you away. Even though we are ordinary people, you shouldn’t die meaninglessly.]

Under the maid’s persuasion, Xi Li decided to escape with her.

...

[Xi Li crawls slowly under the dining table, the chef fell beside the table, his lifeless eyes staring at him.]

[Maid: Oh my God...]

[Knight A: This family is tainted with the witch’s scent, kill them all! Burn them all!]

[Knight B (grabbing a butler): Where is Xi Li?]

[Butler (frantically): I... I don’t know, he should be in the back room, but there’s no one in the back room! Spare me, spare me, Knight lord, I’ve committed no crime...]

[The knight’s sword pierced the butler’s mouth, stabbing through his oral cavity. The body fell beside the table, piling up with other corpses.]

[Knight C (grabbing a maid): Where is your young master?]

[Maid (trembling in despair): I don’t know... I don’t know, please, forgive me, I really don’t know anything about a witch...]

[The knight stabbed the maid, she let out a fierce scream, and quickly lost life.]

[People laughed loudly, as if they wielded the sword of justice. The tablecloth was stained red, the walls turned to the color of blood, the already deceased Lady Foknus’s body split in two.]

[Knight: And this one, he’s their groom, kill him too.]

[Knight: This one is little Xi Li’s wet nurse, kill her too.]

[Knight: Over there are the gardener and the charioteer, said to have grown up with Xi Li, leave no one alive.]

[Persecuted People: Help... help us!]

[Persecuted People: We... we’ve done nothing wrong... Oh Deity... please look upon us... Ah—]

[Xi Li covered his mouth, blocking out the gore. Carefully crawling over the blood-soaked ground, his cheeks almost brushing against the corpses. The cold, sticky feeling made his hair stand on end.]

[Just as he was about to escape through the door, the maid behind him let out a scream. He turned back to see her engulfed in flames, ambushed knights holding torches pressed on her shoulders, setting her ablaze from her skirt up, until her whole body emitted the burnt stench.]

[Maid: Young master... young master... go quickly...]

[The knights blocked the door, Xi Li had no place to escape.]

[Xi Li kissed the crucifix necklace on his neck, there was no escape, the sharp sword was coming down on him.]

[Xi Li: Blood everywhere.]

[Xi Li: I’m sorry, I couldn’t escape...]

[Xi Li closed his eyes, the smell of blood filled his nose.]

[The door was opened.]

[Xi Li thought it was another knight. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw all the knights suddenly collapsed on the ground.]

[He heard the singing of a nightingale.]

[A sorcerer dressed in a black robe stood at the door, light poured from behind her, a gentle breeze lifted her veil, her eyes deep black, as if holding profound wisdom and civilization.]

[She could summon flames, condense frost.]

[The flames swirled around her, the knights fell to the ground.]

[She could dispel darkness, ignite light.]

[The radiance shone on the maid, the flames retreated before it.]

[Her robe fluttered like dark clouds in the sky.]

[Her steps light, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf.]

[Witch, oh—witch.]

[Under the nightingale’s song—Xi Li saw the most beautiful light.]

[Is she... an angel?]

...

Su Ming’an clicked furiously on the skill bar, all the knights collapsed to the ground. Although the sorcerer’s combat power wasn’t strong, Banana was the Supreme Mage; dealing with a group of knights was no problem.

Everywhere lay the shattered corpses of commoners, blood stained the walls, it was truly a hell on earth. The small boy, wearing a blood-stained noble’s outfit, stood in front of Su Ming’an, as light from above the door fell at an angle upon their crowns.

The boy’s eyes faintly glowed, his pupils holding only the light-bathed sorcerer, like a beam of light entering hell.

"Is it an angel..."

...

[Banana: What’s your name?]

[Boy: The Foknus family is destroyed. From now on, I have no name. You name me, angel.]

[Banana: Uh, I am not an angel, just a sorcerer, you can call me something else. Your name, you can choose for yourself.]

[Boy: You’re called Banana, looks golden, like warm light. Then I’ll be called Blackberry.]

...

Su Ming’an could not agree with the boy’s naming skills; the World of Old Days had become a chaotic fruit stew.

He left with the boy, and along the way, he saw many things.