Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 438 - 221: Shiayar: If It’s 100% Win Rate, Then He Definitely Has No More Than 50%

Chapter 438: Chapter 221: Shiayar: If It’s 100% Win Rate, Then He Definitely Has No More Than 50%

"Hmm--"

Shiayar nodded.

"Indeed, that’s how it is."

"However, just as I previously guessed."

"If the creator who once ruled an entire Age of Gods had to hide on a single island in the Endless Ocean Domain, even cloaking themselves in darkness to avoid the sight of other fabled creatures, it would be quite farcical."

"During these five hundred years of slumber, after I defeated that remnant soul, I too have gained something."

A subtle glow flickered in Shiayar’s eyes.

His fingers moved slightly.

In the next moment, sitting on his shoulder, Jayee in her metal fairy form flapped her wings and gently took flight.

Streams of Silver data, appearing both illusory and transparent, yet perceptible to spiritual power, flowed from between Jayee’s wings.

They were then caught and analyzed by the spiritual power of those present.

Each data stream contained vast information about the First Era, swallowed by Shiayar from the remnant soul of the Ancient Sun God.

"The remnant soul slumbering on the Lost Island is not the body of the creator of the Glorious Era, but only a part?"

Silvia extended her fair fingers, playing with a stream of Silver data between them, with pale golden script floating in the air.

"Yes."

Shiayar nodded.

"Or more accurately, that remnant soul isn’t even half of them."

"Ultimately, it’s merely the remnants that the creator of the Glorious Era wished to discard."

"During the process of cutting away the remnants, there was a slight mishap that allowed it to become independent and not be obliterated, relying on a backup plan to slumber on the Lost Island."

Shiayar tapped the table with his long fingers.

"The greatest testament to this... is that the creator of the Glorious Era was named the Sun God--"

"Yet the authority over the blazing sun has never been manifested in the Lost Island’s remnant soul..."

"And the true creator also survived the First Era."

"Perhaps to lie low, or perhaps to rebuild after breaking down, they hid themselves more completely..."

"Discarding most of the chaotic authority, divinity, and rank, retaining only the most core, the purest part."

"In terms of sheer volume and pure force, compared to some fabled creatures who emerged after the great catastrophe, they fall short... Hence, the true creator needed to conceal their identity, never revealing a trace in the First Era."

"But their self-destruction of rank, discarding most of the redundant authority and divinity that brings madness and loss of control... also meant near-infinite potential."

Shiayar spoke softly.

According to the remnant soul’s speculation--"

The creator’s true body, to seek a breakthrough, to rid themselves of the madness and loss of control caused by redundant divinity, might have discarded more than ninety percent of their peak power and authority.

The core part that remained might only be considered a Demigod, not even a false god.

In proportional terms, it would be akin to weakening a Legendary powerful pro to a 5-Ring.

This is a ruthless one.

Of course, without being ruthless, they couldn’t have become the creator of the Glorious Era.

"Moreover, according to my guess--"

"They might not have vanished in the First Era."

"But remained longer... Even up until now."

Shiayar’s words carried a hint of seriousness.

Between his fingers, streams of invisible, intangible information slowly flowed through.

Within the information streams, words specially marked by Shiayar flashed with glaring red light.

"Creator of the Glorious Era"

"Disappearance of the Age of Gods"

"Audience"

"Golden Dawn"

"King of Gold Lai Yin"

"The Dawn Church’s Eighth God"

Words that originally seemed unrelated were now linked together.

Finally, they converged into a faint, long line.

Appearing faintly visible, extremely vague--

Yet it penetrated all of history from the First Era to the Fourth Epoch.

From the disappearance of fabled creatures, the disappearance of the Age of Gods.

To the rise of humans, the spread of Magic and magictech know-how, formally entering the era of civilization.

At every node of the civilization history of the Western Continent, one could vaguely sense the hand behind the scenes, both present and absent.

"Such patience..."

"From the start of the First Era to the present, yet always hidden behind the scenes, never showing themselves."

"Such magnanimity and temperament... Compared to the remnant soul of a Sun God on the Lost Island who immediately drooled at the sight of me, eager and impatient, it indeed suits the title of the ruler of the Age of Gods, the creator of the Glorious Era."

Gazing at the surging information before him, Shiayar couldn’t help but voice his silent lament,

"However, since I promised Ennie and the others, we are to be married this year."

"And I promised Su Lun, to bring her home within a year."

"So, it’s time to end it."

Shiayar uttered his quiet, unheard soliloquy.

"Whether it be the Divine war in the final act of the First Era."

"Or those hidden forces behind the Fourth Epoch, who fancy themselves as orchestrators of wars and manipulators of the progress of civilization."

"Since their Era has long since passed, now just a few unassuming lines in a historical textbook."

"Then, please stay obediently in the history books."

"In today’s world belonging to humans, there is no place for deities."

...

"Are you confident?"

Shiayar felt a delicate, slightly warm hand silently place itself in his palm.

He looked up to see Enola calmly regarding him with her sky-blue eyes.

He smiled: "We will win."

"Oh, no, that doesn’t sound very auspicious..."

"Then, let’s put it another way."

"If we had a hundred chances, those old ones’ chances of winning wouldn’t exceed fifty percent."

"The era of myth is ready to close its curtain."