The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 506 - 289 The Truth of the World_2

And buried within was a profound malice that even the Azure Sorceress, worldly and wise, couldn't help but shudder at: such pure human evil.

The Holy Light Judgment actually has such a terrifying use!

To imprison Merlin in his workstation, subjecting him to an unrestricted cycle, forever bound within the endless drudgery of work,

Events such as the Red Moon upheaval, the ruin and destruction of chaos, the rise and fall of stars, the cycle of countless kingdoms destroyed and reborn, the countless creatures dying and revivifying—these were all but false Nethers, flashy without substance.

An endless cycle of overtime work, this is the true essence of the Nether World!

Whether speaking in terms of utility, lethality, or innovation, it far surpasses historical summons and romantic loops. Miss Bones was willing to cede her title of history's most disgusting to An Su. Moningsta as history's most revolting.

Thousands of Esoteric Sorcerers had sought Merlin's one weakness, toiling for so many years, yet An Su effortlessly plucked the peach. Indeed, no amount of substantial effort could compare with the birthright of pure talent... Miss Bones couldn't help but sigh.

As she continued to discuss the details of the Holy Light Judgment with Bones, and incidentally explored some magic, as well as the historical origins and ideology of the Kingdom of Chaos, An Su felt immensely enlightened.

No matter how dubious the title of 'The Most Evil Witch in Thirty Thousand Years' sounded, in life she was indeed the most powerful witch, possessing a strength absolutely on par with Merlin's.

And as her soul departed the River of Life, memories once washed by its waters began to slowly return. Through conversations with Miss Witch, the contour of the Kingdom of Chaos—a once glorious and now fallen dynasty—took shape in An Su's memory.

However, it was strange that despite Bones recalling many things from her life, there was a glaring void in her memory.

Concerning her own death and the latter days of the Kingdom of Chaos, it was a complete blank, as if erased from her mind by someone.

Beyond that, An Su had also repeatedly projected his consciousness into the body of the Morning Star Saintess, hijacking her account to level up his own.

The day he left his original timeline was drawing closer, and An Su had to seize every minute to enhance his abilities. Moreover, this was his own world, so any harm to his body would be traced back and healed, and the dissipated magic power would also be restored, making it the perfect training ground.

—Of course, he could not die easily again,

Having died once in this world, to die again in the same world would mean spending even more time reconstructing his body, potentially even losing memories and damaging his soul, rendering the effort disproportionate to the benefit.

Therefore, An Su adopted a policy of combining work with rest in his magic practice, sustainably fishing until the pond was exhausted.

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Both in soul and body, An Su had accumulated an abundance of blessings and knowledge that he couldn't assimilate.

First, with his own body he practiced ordinary magic until his magic power was completely exhausted and his flesh thoroughly drained, halting just short of unconsciousness and death, allowing his main body to rest.

During the main body's period of cultivation, he projected his consciousness into Miss Chenxing's body and used Miss Bones' account to practice Holy Magic, repeating the above process, halting when Bones was on the brink...

Switching between main and alternate accounts repeatedly for leveling up, An Su became a ruthless leveling machine.

Only by pushing to the limit could he digest faster.

Though the physical exhaustion would recover, the soul's ordeal would not cease; An Su's extreme training method was a tremendous burden on the soul. Unparalleled fatigue and pain drilled into his mind, and the dire symptoms brought on by magic depletion caused An Su's eyes to be filled with countless illusions.

This method of extreme exercise, theoretically unfeasible, couldn't be replicated in practice.

Ordinary magicians, if they experienced magic depletion just once, would utterly faint.

Yet, as of now, An Su had been training for seven straight hours, having experienced nearly a hundred instances of magic depletion, switching between main and alternate accounts dozens of times. Despite this, his will had not faltered.

Because he had experienced the Nether over twenty thousand times, countless ascents and falls, countless deaths and rebirths—compared to that, merely practicing to the point of death, just dozens or hundreds of times... was nothing but that.

"Boss..." Miss Bones was on the verge of rolling her eyes, a look of utter distress, "I'm going to throw up."

"Every time you leave... after using my body to the point of ruin," the technician mistress lamented to An Su, "You just unplug and run, abandoning me..."

"...Cut out the innuendos!" An Su scowled, "I unplug the ethernet cable!"

Because of the godly projection, Miss Bones was training alongside An Su, experiencing the same sensations as An Su.

Each depletion made the subsequent replenishment fuller and more complete.

As time passed, the warm-hued sky gradually darkened, and the scarlet red 'error' began to fade; the world was approaching night. An Su gasped for air, droplets of blood seeping from his eyes and ears owing to the infinite cycle of depletion and resuscitation. His magic circuit was taut to the point of breaking, yet a slightly mad smirk played upon his lips.

No player could resist the thrill of leveling.

His soul had long surpassed that of an ordinary Saint, his body had reached the Fourth Tier, his magical rank just a hair's breadth away from the level of a Saint.