Release that Witch Chapter 1494 - Destination

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yet prior to Roland managing to amplify his senses by tens of thousands of folds, fresh transformations unfolded beyond the Bottomless Land once more.

Via his vastly expanded awareness, he at once ‘perceived’ a cylindrical entity featuring rounded tips protruding from the ocean floor, swiftly ascending toward the water's surface.

The massive form rapidly crossed the kilometer-deep sea and burst through the waves. Its scale stretched across scores of islands, rendering its length utterly staggering. Thanks to its colossal proportions, the upheaval displaced the ocean waters in retreat, birthing a vortex spanning a hundred kilometers wide to the north of the Bottomless Land.

Still, the spectacle didn't end.

Seeming nearly devoid of weight, the cylindrical behemoth lifted from the sea into the skies without pause, steadily gaining speed. It soared ever higher, soon eclipsing the height of Eleanor Skycruiser. Every soul on the floating island beheld the impossible sight—the grand cylinder ascended without fire, explosions, or thunderous roars. It rose in utter quiet, a hush that amplified its otherworldly nature.

Roland recognized it right away as the Custodian’s primary cores.

Moments later, the cylinder encountered the Cradle’s barrier. From various viewpoints, Roland observed the escape from the planet—no clash occurred, no gateways parted; the barrier simply glided over the cylinder like a film, elongating where it pierced and mending every gap seamlessly.

After parting ways, the barrier resumed its prior state.

In the void of space, the cylinder realigned its course and surged forward explosively. For a fleeting moment, it appeared as a slender streak of radiance extending into infinity. The instant after, it vanished entirely, as if it had never been there.

Roland couldn't resist shaking his head.

Just recently, the Custodian clung stubbornly to restarting the world, yet upon deciding otherwise, it departed without the slightest hesitation. Its determination and swift execution convinced Roland that no other being could match it.

All threats facing humanity had at last been eradicated.

However, this didn't allow Roland any leisure, with numerous urgent matters demanding his attention—like Tilly’s vow and the pact with the demons, among others.

His concerns and deliberations hadn't diminished; rather, they had multiplied.

In the past, his focus lay solely on human welfare. Now, he bore responsibility for the cosmos's surviving species.

As he accustomed himself to this novel ‘form,’ Roland initiated several inquiries: probing the Battle of Divine Will regulations, the Realm of Mind’s ripple logs, and the Cradle’s catalog of all lifeforms present.

His initial action, of course, was to deactivate the legacy shard mechanism.

That alone would bring the Battle of Divine Will to a true close.

Regarding the demons, Roland planned to allocate them a vast, autonomous territory teeming with resources. The separation between realms ought to strike a balanced distance—not too remote, not too near. A configuration akin to the Earth-Moon duo seemed ideal.

In his Cradle exploration, Roland unexpectedly discovered a Nest Mother-like mutant that had evaded the Custodian’s control, huddling fearfully in ocean sands while peeking about with its scattered eyes. Tracing its origins swiftly, he identified it as the beast that once invaded Graycastle’s Western Region.

Evidently, even Cradle-spawned life underwent subtle mutations over eons, yielding unexpected results. After brief reflection, he opted to spare it—post-demons’ exodus, humans could flourish in security, yet he rejected turning the Cradle into a sterile haven. A touch of rivalry might prove beneficial.

The Custodian’s path had demonstrated that endless mortal combats failed to foster civilizations, compelling Roland to devise meticulous strategies forward.

Beyond this, delving into the vast memory archives of myriad civilizations felt essential, whether for wisdom or sparks of innovation, aiding immensely in his transformed role.

The Realm of Mind required adjustments to safeguard the witches’ growth and the equilibrium between them and the Dream World. Thankfully, excising the core of the Battle of Divine Will created immense room, granting him upcoming time to confront this tricky challenge.

As a flood of vast information submerged him, one scene abruptly halted his efforts.

The image hailed from inside the Bottomless Land.

Two women and a demon lingered along the outer walkway near the Cradle’s core, as if anticipating something.

A profound warmth flooded his whole frame. He magnified the view and virtually reached out to stroke their faces across the display.

From the moment he arrived in this world, a mysterious link had tied him to the two women, strengthened by extended companionship that bred deep familiarity. Fresh from fusing with the consciousness to embody the Cradle, a nagging emptiness persisted until this sight emerged. At last, Roland grasped what had been absent.

True enough, he might remain bound to the Cradle for hundreds of millions of years ahead—or as the Custodian described, through an endless, soul-crushing span—but dread held no power over him.

His greatest distinction from the Custodian lay here: no matter how time dragged on within, he would never face it solitary.

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Five years later.

Graycastle, Neverwinter City, Shallow Port.

Serving as the human realm's pulsing core, it claimed the title of the globe's most hectic harbor, handling tens of thousands of arrivals and departures on average. To curb overcrowding, the Administrative Office stretched the docks along the shore and erected a grand public transit network.

Tangen formed a key piece of that setup.

Once a trader from City of Evernight who aided the First Army in smashing Otto’s coalition, who could have foreseen the Administrative Office logging his feat and tracking him down after victory? Upon learning he could secure a home in Graycastle’s capital, he rushed his family there—Neverwinter’s splendor was renowned, yet entry fees exorbitant, so passing up the offer was unthinkable.

Abandoning his petty fur dealings, Tangen embraced the Administrative Office’s vocational training and stepped into taxi driving.

That’s right, even after mingling with Neverwinter locals, nobody anticipated such leaps in technology. Taxis mirrored old cart drivers, formerly reserved for the super-wealthy alone. In the King’s City, though, they ranked as standard public transport. Public transport!

Put another way, anyone able to pay could relish that lavish trip.

Sure, budget choices abounded. Public buses crammed nearly a hundred riders at a go. But against taxis’ flexible pick-up and drop-offs, those often seatless buses looked downright shabby.

After the taxi in front claimed its fare, Tangen’s moment came—beyond base wages, customer tips fueled most earnings; thus, queuing early always proved smart.

“Katcha.” The door swung open as a tall woman hurled her baggage onto the rear seat, then stooped inside.

Peering via the rearview mirror, Tangen saw her clad in a heavy coat and canvas pants, topped with a cap and shades—a devoted Rainbow Stone patron, evidently. Yet curiously, no emblem marking the Rainbow Stone firm appeared on her garb.

“May I ask, where are you heading to? There is a city map and the route pricing in the pocket of the back seat.”

“I’m guessing Neverwinter’s castle hasn’t been demolished yet, right? If it exists, I want to go there,” the lady responded in an experienced and straightforward voice.