The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 137 - The Beginning of Chaos (1/2)

The sentence her simulated self deemed most effective, the last sentence her simulated self made the corpse shout, yielded no reaction.

Ciel, already transformed into “Coroner,” showed no panic towards this unexpected situation.

Before things began, tension still existed in her heart.

Success or failure hinged on this moment. The closer it got to this life-or-death juncture, the calmer Ciel became.

Ciel cut open her left wrist with a small knife, letting the blood flow down her fingers, drawing the pattern of a blood array on the ground.

Simultaneously, Ciel controlled the corpse with divided attention, starting from the beginning, repeating the words her simulated self tried.

Perhaps it wasn’t the last word that completely awakened the quill pen’s memory; these “preparatory steps” were also extremely important...

...

A raven circled above Deton Manor, outside Berren City.

The huge shadow cast by its body covered a large area below. In its cold gaze, a woman with long brown hair walked out of Deton Manor’s entrance.

She held a rust-colored coin in her hand, seemingly attempting to walk out of Deton Manor.

The moment she stepped into Deton Manor, the raven shadow swooped down. It stopped on the outer wall of Deton Manor, watching the woman, and the entire raven shadow seemed to cover the woman.

But the woman, as if unable to see the raven shadow, picked up the coin on her own, slowly raised her hand, and flicked it.

The coin tumbled upwards, then followed a parabolic path back towards the woman’s backhand.

The rust-colored coin landed steadily on the woman’s backhand. In the raven shadow’s eyes, an invisible virtual line connecting the coin and the woman instantly snapped, then connected to another line.

And the consequence of this action was that the coin, originally landing steadily heads-up on the woman’s backhand, slid off at a strange angle, hitting the ground.

The eyeball demon on the coin’s reverse side looked at the sky. Seeing this scene, the woman’s expression changed slightly. After bending down to pick up the coin, she hesitated repeatedly, finally retreating back into Deton Manor.

These past few days, the woman had been using the coin to probe the boundary. Soon, she would understand what she needed to do.

The raven spread its wings, took to the air, and flew towards the city.

In its eyes, the city seemed shrouded in a layer of gray mist. Countless fine threads, complexly intertwined, connected different people.

These fine threads were mixed with white, blue, and orange light, but the orange light was scarce. The brown-haired woman just now carried a hint of orange.

It followed one of the fine threads with a relatively high proportion of orange, flying all the way to the Clock Tower Alley district.

This thread connected to a noble man with short golden hair, dressed in sophisticated attire. At this moment, he held a gold-rimmed cane, walking in the streets of Clock Tower Alley. His left hand held a crystal resembling a blue eyeball.

Another person who hasn’t found their destined position...

Just a casual manipulation, the blue eyeball in the man’s hand suddenly turned deep purple, the deep red core in the center staring fixedly at a servant following behind the man.

The man turned his head, happened to see the servant with a face full of grief and indignation, drawing the pistol from his waist, aiming directly at the man.

After the servant was discovered, he cursed something, then directly pulled the trigger.

Bang—

Clang—

The bullet shot directly towards the man’s face, but upon hitting his skin, it made a crisp sound, sparks flew, and it ricocheted aside.

Bang bang—

Several more gunshots sounded. The street descended into complete chaos. The bullets dodged by the man accurately hit several passing civilians, who fell into pools of blood.

The man looked at the fallen civilians, his expression unchanged. But upon seeing one of them wearing the long robe of the Church of the Savior Goddess, his expression changed slightly. He directly reached out, punching his servant unconscious.

He was in trouble.

The raven shadow circling above, witnessing this scene, finally left with satisfaction.

At this moment, it was like a god, controlling everyone’s destiny, playing as it pleased.

And it seemed to be enjoying this feeling of manipulating life, flying towards the next destination with a joyful mood.

When it flew to the top of an unfinished factory, it sensed an unusual aura. But compared to this aura, it was more concerned about the woman standing below the factory, with only a single blue thread attached to her.

This is...

It stopped on the roof, the huge raven shadow covering the entire area.

The words from the woman’s mouth were vague and messy. Just listening made the raven feel a sharp pain from its spiritual body.

This is... what?

I am the omniscient and omnipotent god... How can I not understand what she is saying?

Impossible...

I am god...

In the raven’s pupil, the silver gear turned slightly. Instantly, a large amount of memory flooded into its mind.

I knew it, I definitely know...

The huge raven shadow instantly spread its wings, but soon, both the raven and the huge shadow froze.

Because this time, it truly understood. And after understanding, those “mortal” memories it deliberately sealed away were also tearing open their self-confinement, flowing out bit by bit.

“From now on... let’s call you Slade, okay?”

“No special meaning, just rolls off the tongue.”

Slade...

The woman, in the half-exposed factory interior, under the gloomy sunlight, seemed to be performing a bizarre one-person stage play, even without any audience.

But her “performance” was tearing open the raven shadow’s self-sealed memories bit by bit.

“Professor, look! I can also grant... life. Can I graduate now?”

“Wuwuwu... Slade, your ink is too expensive. Can’t you produce ink yourself?”

The huge raven shadow convulsed and twisted. Standing on the top, it just glanced at the woman’s face, and its entire spiritual body seemed to suffer a heavy blow. More memories were released in its mind.

Knowledge, memories, experiences... Large amounts of thoughts collided within its head, almost like sharp explosions erupting beside its ears.

But it still stood there stunned. Hallucinations began appearing in its eyes.

The dilapidated factory before it seemed to transform into a magnificent palace hall. And the golden-haired woman sat on the steps covered with red carpet, saying something to the raven shadow in her hand.

Suddenly, the woman’s movements stopped stiffly.

As if a preset clockwork doll lacked the next program, starting the next program instead.

She stood up, looked up, towards the raven.

“Slade.”

“Run!!!”