“Krisha, do you feel at home on Earth?”
“Yes, with you here, I feel very at ease.”
“Is that so? These past few days must have been tough for you, always tending to the garden for me.”
“You don’t need to thank me. This is what I should do…”
The scorching sun blazed overhead.
The earth was ignited into a golden ocean, and beneath the blue sky and white clouds, waves of heat shimmered faintly in the air.
Xu Xi and Krisha sat in a corner of the courtyard.
Sheltered by the green vines above, they chatted and watched the languid summer unfold.
The conversation wasn’t profound. It wasn’t about the exploration of laws or the forbidden secrets of transcending eternity. Instead, it was about trivial, mundane matters.
Xu Xi was patient.
He inquired about the witch’s daily life and emotions.
During the second simulation, Xu Xi had spent a long time with the witch, but the end of the simulation didn’t mean cutting off all ties.
For the witch, who had now come to Earth, as well as the other two girls, Xu Xi still extended his care.
In Xu Xi’s eyes,
the so-called supreme existence was actually quite distant.
What he saw were only the sister who constantly pestered him for candy, the witch with her emotionless demeanor, and the fiery-tempered princess who acted impulsively.
“Mentor, here’s some water…”
The biscuits were finished.
Krisha had baked them perfectly—crisp without being greasy, with a soft yet fragrant texture. But after eating too many, Xu Xi felt a bit thirsty.
Thus, Krisha brought over some pre-prepared cold water.
Xu Xi drank it all in one go.
The refreshment was indescribable, leaving him feeling utterly refreshed.
“Thanks, Krisha,” Xu Xi habitually thanked the witch.
Looking at the empty glass, Xu Xi wondered if he should find a suitable opportunity to buy Krisha a gift.
Krisha had done an excellent job.
In every aspect, in every sense, she had performed exceptionally well.
So well that Xu Xi felt if the garden were to lose Krisha, it would briefly grind to a halt. As such, Xu Xi wanted to reward the witch.
However, the emotionless witch showed no interest in anything.
The wide witch hat bought during the New Year
was one of the few things she took an interest in.
“Krisha, is there anything you want?”
“...No,” the immortal witch gazed at Xu Xi for a long time, her eyes reflecting Xu Xi’s face, before gently shaking her head.
Expected answer.
Xu Xi temporarily put aside rewarding Krisha, instead inquiring about other matters.
For instance, how well Krisha and the other two girls got along, and whether there were any conflicts.
Krisha shook her head again and gave her assessment:
“...The kind-hearted one is a bit pitiful.”
“...A somewhat troublesome hothead.”
Her tone was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
Ever since Xu Xi met Krisha for the first time, she had always been like this, her expressions never changing.
But inexplicably,
Xu Xi felt Krisha’s words held a peculiarly subtle tone.
“Is there something wrong with my education of this child?” As Xu Xi looked at the delicate face so close to his, he hesitated to speak.
Never mind, it’s not a big deal.
Having three supreme beings from different systems not fighting is already the best outcome.
“Krisha, could you bring me another cup?”
“Yes, Mentor.”
The witch took the empty glass from Xu Xi.
Filled it with fresh cold water.
For the rest of the time, Xu Xi and Krisha continued conversing, mostly with Xu Xi speaking and Krisha quietly listening.
Occasionally, Krisha would give a “work report.”
“Mentor, during your retreat, the red dragon came to see you.”
“Oh? Is it Little Red? What did it want from me?”
“Seems like it has found a new dragon clan.”
Hearing Krisha’s reply, Xu Xi was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected the advice from the New Year to be taken so seriously by the dragon.
Not bad, very good.
Rex Santos is a good red dragon.
Xu Xi felt a great sense of satisfaction and decided to raise the dragon’s treatment in the future.
“However, I can’t leave for now, so I’ll have to make time for it later,” Xu Xi’s eyes slightly closed, feeling the surge of mental energy.
It was like a roaring storm, erupting with ultimate ascension.
That was the precursor to becoming a god.
“Krisha, I need to rest for a while, preparing for the ascension ritual,” Xu Xi looked at Krisha, “Could you stand guard by my side for now?”
“You can rest assured, Mentor.”
The witch didn’t hesitate at all.
Her swift reply carried a highly vigilant vibe, her expressionless face radiating such intensity that even the “Gray Revival” wand materialized in her hand.
Before doing anything, the air hummed unceasingly.
“Yes, I trust you.”
Under the sunlight, the witch’s beauty was impeccable. She was the shadow facing the sun, and also the person standing with a wand.
Seeing the witch so serious, Xu Xi smiled, feeling reassured as he lay back in the chair.
His eyes gradually closed.
Resting his body while also regulating his mental energy, preparing for the upcoming godhood.
“...” Xu Xi was so focused that he completely relinquished control over his body, fully immersing himself in the world of elements and spirit.
Fully confident, he entrusted his body to the witch’s care.
“Mentor.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“Until you wake up…”
The sunlight was calm, the hot breeze silent.
As Xu Xi slept,
Krisha’s world also became quiet.
In this scorching summer, the colors of the world were vibrant, but the witch wasn’t interested in any of it. She just stood still beside Xu Xi.
Constantly staring at that familiar sleeping face.
What is emotion?
What is liking?
What is love?
The witch had seen many answers, but those were others’ answers, not her own.
Restless fingers repeated the motion of loosening and gripping the wand. The immortal witch was utterly silent, waiting for the sun’s next awakening.
Feelings accumulated in her chest.
Heavy, anxious.
The overly familiar scene made Krisha’s fingers tremble slightly.
But she managed to suppress it well, because this time, it wouldn’t be eternal farewell, but the sun’s rebirth.
The only thing the witch needed to do
was to follow Xu Xi’s words.
To obediently stay nearby, waiting for Xu Xi to wake up.
Yes, that’s all. Krisha’s mood calmed down a bit.
She gently waved her wand, casting an invisible magic barrier around Xu Xi, shielding him from any possible danger. Simultaneously, a flood of elements gathered, creating a favorable magical environment for Xu Xi.
If possible,
the witch wanted to stay by Xu Xi’s side forever, until he woke up.
But unfortunately,
in the garden, there were not just the witch.
Not long after,
Xu Moli and Wu Yingxue appeared beside the witch. After briefly understanding the situation, they too chose to stand guard by Xu Xi’s side.
Very harmonious harmony.
The three supreme beings each took a position.
Forming a stable triangle.
When Xu Xi woke up, seeing the overly harmonious scene before him, he momentarily faltered.
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