Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 442 - 223: Let Your Name Resound Throughout the World

Chapter 442: Chapter 223: Let Your Name Resound Throughout the World

"A miracle, this is a genuine miracle!"

Beside the towering, magnificent city.

Someone gazed up at this splendid metropolis, voicing their disbelief in admiration.

In one night, to conjure such a city from nothing in the desolate mountains.

No matter how you look at it, this is an utter miracle.

Even on the current Western Continent, those mythical creatures walking upon the earth have never achieved similar feats.

After all, expecting those half-mad mythical creatures to perform such detailed work is indeed quite demanding of them.

Although this city, seemingly descended overnight, appeared in what was once considered a forbidden zone by the surrounding inhabitants, the scarcely inhabited Watcher’s Hill.

Yet the emergence of a city will inevitably be noticed.

Then, news related to it spread across the Western Continent like an explosion.

"God given City," "Revelation Territory," "Miracle Land"...

Countless praises and honors were given to this city that seemed like a revelation.

Some deduced that it was the handiwork of the former King of the Giant Court, due to the city’s birth on Watcher’s Hill.

The former King of Giants did not perish in the Great Cataclysm, but rather revived after long ages, rebuilding the ancient Giant Court.

Others claimed it was the might of some Sacred Relic left by the creator of the Glorious Era in the Giant Court.

Numerous pilgrims traveled far and wide just to witness such a miraculous feat.

...

"City of Miracles, is it?"

"I don’t really like this title."

"I myself bear no grudge against the mythical creatures of the Western Continent, or rather, I have never interacted with them before..."

"However, he seems to have quite a few divine enemies."

"Since they are his enemies... then, naturally, they are also my enemies."

In the center of the city known as the City of Miracles.

Within the magnificent and splendid tower that pierced the heavens.

The Golden Elf sat regally on the cold chair, overlooking those below.

The pale golden magic silk threads swirled around her, causing the space around to ripple in waves.

Though she and the crowd below were both within the Supreme Black Tower, under those water-like spatial ripples, it felt as if they were worlds apart.

"However, this city you’ve created ultimately needs a name."

From the crowd below, an elder pondered as he spoke.

Gathered now in the Black Tower were powerful beings of at least 6-Ring strength, with even Legendary ones not in the minority.

In human society, they held extraordinary positions, perhaps as kings of nations, famous Sword Saints, or masters of the arts.

Yet, at this moment.

Within this pitch-black tower.

Looking up at the icy, mysterious Golden Elf seated in the pale golden chair.

These powerful individuals showed deep reverence in their eyes.

They came here, more for an audience rather than a visit.

Ordinary people only knew that a city had suddenly appeared overnight on the once barren Watcher’s Hill.

Yet as elites among humans, they knew much more...

For instance, the proclamation that spread throughout the entire Astral Realm was made by the master who created this City of Miracles.

And whether it was that proclamation spreading through the Astral Realm or the miraculous feat of creating a city overnight, both unequivocally declared... the rank of the advanced Elf before them had long surpassed the so-called Legendary Domain.

Even the word "Demigod" couldn’t encapsulate her.

She had surpassed Legendary, surpassed humanity’s understanding of mythical creatures or Demigods... she was a being of higher existence.

Perhaps there were Deities of such presence on the Western Continent now... but even to a Legendary being, these deities at the pinnacle of mythical creatures were elusive like dragons.

They were truly beings to be worshiped, needing audience from the supremely revered.

"A name, is it..."

Upon the crimson-golden chair, the Golden Elf nodded.

After a long while, she smiled slightly, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.

"He always says— ’Knowledge is power’"

"Since it is so, let this city be called the City of Knowledge..."

"City of Knowledge."

Below, the elderly one who spoke earlier repeated the phrase softly.

Among all the Black Tower’s attendees, his aura was the strongest, reaching the pinnacle of Legendary.

And he seemed to be the chosen representative among them for communication.

"According to your eminence’s will... we will widely proclaim the name ’City of Knowledge’ to the entirety of human society."

The elder spoke with respect.

"Moreover, please allow me to confirm one thing with you."

Having said that, he hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"May I ask—"

"The matters you broadcasted in the Astral Realm."

"That new path to approach the Divine Realm relying on one’s own power, without seizing divinity and authority—"

"Is the so-called ’Magic’ and ’Arcane Arts’ truly existent?"

The elder knew well that with his strength, questioning the authenticity of such words in front of this great being capable of creating a city overnight was indeed an extremely risky act.