Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 129 – “The Watcher” Xia Ya

Chapter 129 – “The Watcher” Xia Ya

Above the Spirit Realm.

Xia Ya felt his consciousness drifting in the crevice between the Material Plane and the Dimensional Void, going with the flow.

“Fighting... f*** yeah.”

In his mind, Xia Ya replayed everything that had happened in the past few hours.

He felt utterly delighted.

This had to be the biggest d*** move he'd pulled off since transmigrating.

One man, holding back an entire army.

Then, at the cost of his own death, he spread the will of Xiao across every corner of the continent.

Just like how back in the day, Captain Roger's final words—"Go find it, I left all my treasure there"—had kicked off the Age of Exploration...

Today, Xia Ya too had used his last words to usher the entire land of Aisgania into a new “Dawn Era.”

“Once the flames of rebellion are lit, there’s no putting them out.”

“With that Knight King’s abilities, Futigon probably won’t sit on that throne for much longer…”

“And the one who kickstarted this new era—the name of the Black Knight, ‘Kayin’...”

“Will rise alongside the era’s glory and prosperity, growing ever grander through the praises of all people and beings.”

“Eventually, it’ll be elevated to sainthood.”

Xia Ya grinned.

The living can never truly defeat the dead.

As long as Kayin remained alive, there would always be doubters—calling him a hypocrite, accusing him of false virtue.

In fact, even within the Knight King’s rebel faction, there had been no shortage of voices questioning Kayin’s qualifications, claiming he didn’t deserve his position.

But once Xia Ya made this move—

After today, all those voices would vanish like smoke.

He’d used himself as bait, inviting the whole world into the game.

Then, he’d become the epitome of purity and virtue—

“Saint Kayin.”

“And then, the King.”

“If ordinary means can’t bring me closer to the place I hold in your heart… then what about this step?”

“Those who sit the throne are always complete of mind, supreme above all… and as you dwell long in those heights, wielding great power, your mortal emotions will fade into nothing, replaced by cold rationality, unshakable.”

“So, only by doing this… could I ensure that feeling becomes unforgettable.”

Xia Ya mentally gave himself a thumbs-up.

What was that saying again? The most beautiful one is always the one that got away.

It’s not that person was ever truly perfect or irreplaceable... it’s that the white moonlight from the past stays frozen in the mind’s eye—

Always at its most beautiful.

Then, as it’s missed and mourned day and night, it becomes more and more idealized.

Just like how Chancellor Cao never forgot his white moonlight, Chen Gong—

So too would the Black Knight Kayin become the eternal, unmatched white moonlight in the Knight King’s heart.

You don’t know how to treasure something when you have it—

Only when you’ve lost it do you realize the regret.

The unattainable is always stirring.

Xia Ya’s consciousness twitched.

The next moment, a shimmering blue light screen silently appeared in his mind.

【Legend Points – The Watcher】

【Rarity: Gold】

【Owner: Xia Ya Egut】

【Region: Aisgania】

【This is the radiant silhouette of one who is pure and good, shining within the darkness.】

【You lit the spark of civilization and order in the long night without stars or moon.】

【And at the moment of farewell, you turned your back to the masses, letting go of the world.】

【No one knows your true name. But your deeds will live on forever.】

【This is a medal bestowed to the one who watches over civilization.】

...

Looking at the softly glowing golden title, Xia Ya let out a long breath.

Finally done.

If even after pulling all this off, he still couldn’t get his Legend Points to gold...

Then, honestly, he had no clue what else he could do.

He was already dead—what more could he pull off, really?

“Next up… it’s time to push the Xiao Organization into the shadows.”

“Wait for the Empire to be established. When everything is truly ripe—”

“Let the lonely, departed Kayin return from the depths of hell in a brand-new Demon Lord form, reappearing before the Knight King and all the people.”

“The boy who slew the dragon shall become the dragon himself—”

“And then, let this world… feel pain!”

“F***ing perfect!”

Xia Ya could barely hold back the rising smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Joy.

Pure, unfiltered joy.

“But, that’s something to deal with after the Vile King gets taken down… after the Fresta Empire is founded.”

“At least for now, this ‘Kayin’ identity can’t be used again—gotta give people time to mourn.”

In the Spirit Realm, Xia Ya stretched lazily, feeling a bit worn out.

Even though he didn’t know why he possessed that cursed immortality...

The pain he felt when injured was all too real.

When that fully-unleashed Holy Spear came crashing down from the heavens—

He really experienced it all:

Every inch of flesh and every particle of his body turning to ash.

It was... intense.

If not for the fact that he’d always trained his mental resilience, building a willpower far beyond average—

That kind of all-consuming, body-to-ash pain would’ve knocked out most Beastmasters cold.

And no matter what,

Activating “Heaven-Piercer: Damocles’ Sword” took a massive toll on him.

Yui’s AI could only assist—most of the computation still fell on Xia Ya himself.

And the orbital kinetic weapon’s complex trajectory calculations forced his mind to operate in constant overdrive—completely burned out.

His spirit was dazed.

After fighting so long, he was exhausted.

The kind of tired that only a nap on Ai’s white-stocking-clad lap could fix.

With that thought, Xia Ya willingly let his consciousness descend from the Spirit Realm—

Falling back toward the Material Plane.

…

A hundred li away from the Valley of the End, in a desolate, remote, and chaotic graveyard.

Aisgania was still trapped in an age of turmoil, with Abyssal Beasts running rampant across the land.

Graveyards like this one were countless—abandoned, barren, rarely visited.

Bang—

The soil shifted, and the stone slab sealing a coffin was pushed aside.

From the mound of dirt atop the grave, a pale, bony hand suddenly reached out.

Whoosh.

The stone slab was shoved aside. The coffin lid lifted.

Xia Ya sat up from the coffin, pulled a plain set of clothes from his Spatial Pocket, and began dressing.

“So even the fully unleashed Holy Spear couldn’t kill me, huh?”

Xia Ya let out a sigh, a bit disappointed.

From his previous experiments, he knew that his undead body had all kinds of uses.

Whether he was burned to ash, ground to pale powder, or broken down into basic mana particles—

As long as a sliver remained, he could regenerate back into a complete body of flesh and blood.

Of course, he could’ve revived from the crystallized ash of his body within that massive rift in the Valley of the End.

But that would’ve been too risky.

The release of the Holy Spear had made too much noise there.

Not just Aisgania’s local Legends, but even others from across the Western Continent—

Maybe even Demigods from beyond the Material Plane—might have sensed it.

If he were to resurrect right there in the open, naked and exposed in that crater—

And got caught by one of those incoming Legends… he’d be f***ed.

A dead Kayin is a Saint. A living one? Not necessarily.

That’s why Xia Ya had planned ahead.

He buried one of his fingers inside this coffin here in the graveyard.

So once his main body was destroyed, he could regenerate from that severed finger.

“Let’s exit the Historical Echo first.”

With that thought, Xia Ya was about to summon Shiny and leave the Historical Echo.

But suddenly, his brows furrowed.

In the distance, an ancient, mysterious presence surged.

It didn’t feel like a mana fluctuation—

It felt more like the divine power Xia Ya had encountered during his dealings with cultists.

The next instant—

Blood-colored moonlight rippled outward like ink in water.

Then—

A mangled, barely-human head—its white bone visible beneath shredded flesh—

Pierced through the blood-drenched moonlight.

And dropped into the graveyard in the distance.

“Kayin!”

“Kayin!”

The half-skeletal head, still dripping with gore, actually moved—

It wriggled atop the grave dirt, rasping venomously from its ruined throat.

Holy s***, you vamps really know how to cling to life, huh?

It wasn’t until Xia Ya heard that venomous voice that he finally recognized who that mangled head used to be.

Vampire Prince—Flandre.

A bona fide Legend.

Even so, the fact that he’d managed to survive the fully unleashed Holy Spear…

Xia Ya honestly couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Also—

The current era shouldn’t have developed long-range teleportation arrays yet, right?

So how the hell did this guy end up a hundred li away from the Valley of the End?

Xia Ya felt a flicker of doubt—

But he didn’t think too hard on it.

With how wrecked Flandre looked, even a random unarmed child could probably stomp his skull to pieces.

No threat at all.

As for his vampire status… sure, vampires had regeneration,

But it wasn’t perfect. Even a Legendary Vampire Prince could be taken down with some holy water.

And Xia Ya’s alias, Kayin, did have the Saint Templar Knight title—

So he obviously had holy water on hand.

Soon enough, Flandre himself answered Xia Ya’s questions—

Mumbling to himself from his cracked skull.

“Kayin… haha… Kayin.”

“Among those below the Legendary tier, I—Flandre—acknowledge you as the strongest.”

The mangled skull wheezed for breath.

“But you didn’t expect this, did you… the Progenitor, Crimson Moon, actually answered my call—

Lent me divine power to escape death.”

“You and Futigon’s half-body are both dead… but the one who laughs last, is still me.”

Crimson Moon…

That ancient god behind the vampires?

Xia Ya blinked, then understood.

For a True God who had crossed the threshold into demigod territory,

Possessing the power to rewrite the laws of space wasn’t out of the question.

“But… the Progenitor was supposed to be in slumber.

Other than the Black Princess hunt, he hasn’t awakened once.”

“Why would he descend this time, just to save me?”

Given Flandre’s current state, he clearly couldn’t release any mental energy to scan the area—

Naturally, he had no way of knowing Xia Ya was nearby.

Or even if he saw Xia Ya, he wouldn’t be able to connect the ordinary-looking youth in front of him

With the masked figure of Kayin from Xiao.

In the minds of everyone in Aisgania, the Black Knight Kayin had already died—

A death loud and heroic, weighty as a mountain.

Flandre’s skull kept muttering to itself, bloody flesh squirming—

Trying to activate vampire regeneration to restore his body.

But in the next instant—

His movements suddenly halted.

A slender, pale hand silently reached out from the darkness.

Then, grasped the mangled skull.

“Black Princess?”

Flandre’s voice turned dry and stiff.

The next moment, on that ruined face of bone and blood,

A terrifying look of bitter hatred appeared.

“The Progenitor… no, Crimson Moon… you sent me here on purpose!

You wanted to use me to lure the Black Princess—”

Crack.

Those slender white fingers squeezed.

And in an instant, Flandre’s skull fractured,

Shattering into indistinct fragments.

The blood-red glow surged—

But even as a vampire, even with his undead resilience—

The moment his head broke, he still retained a flicker of life.

Yet immediately after—

The flowing blood turned silently into a disk of blood-red moonlight.

Then—

It branded itself onto the one who had extended that pale hand.

Flandre’s skull shards scattered,

The glow dimming until it vanished entirely—

And the Vampire Prince met his final death.

But the owner of that pale index finger—the one who killed him—

stepped forth from the shadows.

It was a girl dressed in an ink-black, vintage-style long gown.

Her hair, black as night, flowed down her back.

Her clothes, layered yet not cumbersome, were adorned with specks of starlight—like a midnight sky.

The crimson moon’s radiance was branded onto her brow…

And it made her body tremble ever so slightly.

The next moment—

Her petite, delicate figure began to stretch and transform.

A darkness, like the color of night, wrapped around her—

And her once-small frame grew taller, bit by bit.

The gown woven from shadows became even more dreamlike and mysterious.

Her once-flat chest swelled outward, filling the loose fabric until it became full and curvaceous.

Just a few breaths later—

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The night-shrouded haze over her eyes slowly faded—

Revealing a flash of glowing crimson.

The girl—no, now a mature, seductive woman, the kind you’d call a "big sis type"—slowly turned around.

And then, with those scarlet eyes that locked onto her prey—

She stared directly at where Xia Ya was hiding.