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Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 444 - 223: Let Your Name Resound Throughout the World
Clearly his creation, those things called Arcane Arts and Magic, are sufficient to rewrite the progress of an entire era and the trajectory of civilization, a monumental achievement.
Yet, he is smug about being able to monopolize his secrets.
How selfish, hardly different from a petty person.
Her lips curved into a mocking smile.
Then, she looked back down at the crowd below, who appeared somewhat apprehensive.
"Were you previously asking whether the announcement I made in the Astral Realm broadcast is true?"
"Now, I can answer you."
"It is true."
Hathaway’s words were indifferent.
And at this moment, behind her, an ephemeral glow appeared.
At this moment, countless pages were unknown called into motion with a rustling sound.
In that ephemeral glow, one after another, books engraved with profound and ancient texts silently appeared.
Then, one after another, they quietly fell onto the imposing and orderly bookshelves.
In an instant, behind Hathaway, fantasy turned into reality.
A vast, boundless, seemingly encompassing all the stars, Great Library silently appeared.
"Arcane Arts... Magic."
"From the tricks of the First Circle... to the Spell Primers at the Forbidden Spell Level."
"Everything named magic is entirely contained within this Great Library."
"As long as you join here, join the Supreme Black Tower, and become a member of the Black Tower... you can freely access the Black Tower Great Library to study according to your rank."
Hathaway’s words were unusually cold but carried a sense of mysterious dignity.
That voice, like the chime of midnight wind chimes, turned into ancient magic words.
Above the Black Tower Great Library in the void, they condensed into lines of crimson gold text.
"Within the Black Tower, Divine Prohibition"
"All within the Black Tower are autonomous, prohibiting distinction of race. Whether dragon, human, elf, dwarf, Zhuo’er... anyone who prioritizes the pursuit of Arcane Arts and truth is a member of the Wizards."
"Do not use Military Magic and large-scale Illusion Technique on ordinary people"
...
These are lines of crimson gold rules.
When the words appeared, countless ephemeral golden chains seemed to traverse the entire Black Tower.
Those are the embodiment of rules in this area.
Not just paper-bound doctrine, but genuine new rules imposed on this grand Tower, binding everyone within the Black Tower.
Suddenly, several ephemeral rule chains surged—
The next moment, several figures in the crowd disappeared, accompanied by the closing of spatial fissures, vanishing from the Black Tower and appearing outside the Watcher’s Hill.
The old man’s eyes moved slightly.
He recognized those people who were pierced by the rule chains and then disappeared.
They were all followers attached to certain deities, shrouded in bestowed divinity, perhaps coming here to probe the situation out of their deities’ will...
Yet now, they were forcibly sent away.
That rule, "Within the Black Tower, Divine Prohibition," is not merely a superficial setup, but an unmistakably clear law.
However, at this moment, the old man entirely ignored those followers transmitted by the rule chains.
He merely quietly gazed at the lines of pale gold Black Tower rules in midair.
After a long pause, the old man gently spoke: "Is it just this simple?"
He knows all too well that there is no free lunch in this world.
A brand new path that can break through the Legendary Limit without relying on divinity, for those trapped at the legendary level for ages, is of enormous significance, and as the involved party, he is fully aware.
He initially thought the other party would propose quite harsh demands, and was even prepared, perhaps this enigmatic Golden Elf would, like those Fabled Creatures, recruit followers, making them slaves and vassals.
But unexpectedly, the rules proposed by the other party were merely thus.
Besides restraining interference by the Black Tower members on ordinary citizens, there were virtually no mandatory clauses, not even losing freedom.
"Don’t misunderstand...I am not that generous."
"If it were me, this bottom-line Arcane Arts knowledge, I would definitely wait for the right price, how could it be disclosed so easily..."
Hathaway looked at the crowd below, who were whispering among themselves, and uttered in a soft voice.
"But, it is his creation..."
"And also his dream."
She stood up, looking at the silent Black Tower Great Library.
"The one repeatedly mentioned by the Majestic..."
"Who is he exactly?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, finally asking this question.
This is a question everyone who has come to witness wanted to know from the very beginning.
No one does not want to know what kind of person would be mentioned in such a tone by the Golden Elf, who seems almost god-like.
Could it be—
The creator from the Glorious Era has truly awakened again?
However, Hathaway’s gaze only faintly revealed a trace of reminiscence.
"As for him..."
"Just a great storyteller and a magnificent talker."
The Golden Elf’s flawless lips revealed a hint of a smile.
"Though usually likes to talk to himself and deceive people a little."
"But he is the true master of this Supreme Black Tower, this City of Knowledge."
"Also whom you should be grateful."
"His name is Shiayar...Shiayar Egutt."
"And I—"
"Am merely Teacher Shaar’s senior disciple..."
"Furthermore, just one of his admirers."
The Golden Elf girl’s indifferent words sparked a commotion below.
Yet Hathaway did not pay the slightest attention to the restless crowd below.
She simply looked silently out the window of the Black Tower.
At the Endless Ocean Domain and above the Endless Ocean Domain, the direction leading to the Abyssal Barricade’s great whirlpool.
"Since Teacher Shaar says... He wants to create a Tower exclusive to Wizards, where people, dragons, or elves can freely and without worry study the Arcane Arts, delve into Magic, and without racial distinction."
"Then—"
"Let me fulfill your dream."
"And—"
"Let your name be renowned with the Black Tower across the world."







