"I must..."
"I must stand up..."
"I can't let... the Wizard down."
Her battered body, driven by sorrowful determination, reached out to touch the Tower Spirit, establishing a bond of authority.
From that moment on,
the ownership of the Tower of Salvation changed.
Servia Clawphire became the new master of the tower.
With the death of the previous tower lord, she automatically ascended as the first authority holder.
"Wizard..."
"I will become strong enough... until the day we meet again..."
Servia left the tower's core.
Along the way, the sunlight blazed brilliantly.
Her silhouette stretched long in the light, gradually blurring into a hazy, lonely figure.
She walked on, all the way to Xu Xi's former room, gathering familiar memories and the fragments of their mundane daily life.
Her state was so dazed
that she stumbled and fell multiple times along the way.
Yet the pain of falling did not wake her from her trance.
Mechanically, she picked herself up and continued collecting the items.
Among them were Xu Xi's densely packed research notes on flesh regeneration,
his years of meticulous records on cultivating necrotic mushroom variants,
or the broken remnants of his attempts to forge a sword-type magical artifact.
Xu Xi's weapon had always been a staff—
never a sword.
"Wizard..." Servia murmured softly after gathering everything.
Facing the belongings in the room, she no longer wept in sorrow but stood silently, gazing at them.
Mimicking what Xu Xi had once done for The Hansen couple long ago,
she cast a dust-repelling spell on the items.
Sealing the room forever.
Preserving those memories in their most beautiful form, untouched by time.
"Goodnight, Wizard."
The door closed.
The feelings the Hero held for Xu Xi, the memories they shared—everything was now sealed within that room.
She would live.
She would grow strong enough.
And wait for the day she would reunite with the Wizard.
Then, with a radiant smile and formidable power, she would protect that deceitful Wizard.
The arrival of the Tower of Salvation eventually drew the attention of the native forces of the Heruka World.
They were not Wizards,
but wielded equally formidable methods of soul manipulation.
With greedy, exhilarated cries, they sought to conquer the tower and seize its mysterious knowledge from another world.
At the critical moment,
cross-dimensional travel activated once more.
In a subtle maneuver, the tower curved through the Heruka World, slipping out of the encirclement.
Winds howled, the air trembling with force.
All that remained was a vast emptiness and drifting blades of grass.
"W-what just happened?"
"Was that... divine intervention?"
The Herukans exchanged bewildered glances, fear evident in each other's eyes.
Having never witnessed dimensional travel before, they fled in terror of the unknown,
terrified they might vanish next.
By the time the Herukans encountered the Tower of Salvation again,
a decade had passed.
Servia, now a four-circle Wizard, annihilated all invaders single-handedly.
No—
it was more like cleaning up.
Her movements were effortless, as casual and violent as a human sweeping away trash.
"Outrageous!"
"To disrespect me—you, an otherworldly demon, have courted death!"
"Quick, surround that woman!"
Shocked, the Herukan elites mobilized in full force.
Their greed only grew—they now sought to extract the secrets of Wizardry from Servia.
But Servia appeared and vanished just as swiftly.
After a fierce battle, she activated cross-dimensional travel once more and departed.
Servia had always remembered Xu Xi's words.
She refused to entangle herself with the Herukans, fighting only to ensure the tower's escape.
Time was on her side.
It would carry her to greater heights.
Until then, safety came first.
And Servia's goal was never the Heruka World.
What truly mattered to her was that unspeakable land of doom.
"The Endless Netherworld, the Undying One..."
"He must be there..."
"The one responsible for all tragedies, denying the dead their rest, preventing the Wizard's return..."
"I swear... I swear..."
"I will avenge Father, Mother, Grandfather, Grandmother, the Wizard... everyone!"
Her grip on the sword hilt trembled violently from sheer force.
Her voice was hoarse,
like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The Hero sought vengeance for Xu Xi, for all who had been lost.
She could not accept that the architect of their suffering still roamed free,
perhaps even crafting new tragedies elsewhere.
Unforgivable.
Absolutely unforgivable.
She would never, ever let Him escape!
......
"Lady Servia, please be careful."
"Are you certain... you don’t want us to stay?"
To raise her sword against an Undying One of the seven-circle realm—
this was far too perilous.
Servia was willing to stake her life on it, to dedicate her entire existence to this mission,
but she refused to let the ordinary people in the tower suffer for her sake.
Thus,
she found a peaceful corner of the Heruka World to settle them.
Humans from both worlds were much the same.
Without the Tower of Salvation, the refugees from the Wizard's world would blend in seamlessly.
"Thank you, everyone."
"But this is too dangerous. I don’t want you harmed."
Servia smiled, declining their kindness.
Just as Xu Xi had once refused to let her fight, long ago.
The two were much alike—both willing to sacrifice themselves rather than endanger others.
That was why Servia could never accept Xu Xi’s departure.
She always believed it should have been her who gave her life.
"Goodbye, everyone."
With one final farewell,
amidst countless worried gazes, Servia returned alone to the Wizard Tower and departed through dimensional travel.
No longer lonely.
No longer afraid.
The Hero had grown accustomed to solitude.
She would continue advancing down the path of strength.
Until the day she slew that twisted, malevolent Undying One.
......
"I am the Lord of the White Crows, a fifth-circle Grand Wizard! Who dares stand in my way?"
"So many soul flames... unprecedented."
"Hand over your tower!"
After parting with the others,
Servia left the Heruka World behind.
Piloting the tower, she traversed the chaos, searching for traces of the Endless Netherworld.
Along the way,
she encountered Wizards from her own world, engaging in fierce battles.
She strayed into spatial rifts, nearly lost in the abyss of time.
Trial after trial, brush after brush with death—
until she finally reached the fifth-circle realm.
"Wizard... I, too, want..."
"To become... a gentle light, just like you..."
The Hero’s path was one she forged herself.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
