Chapter 619 – The Prophet’s Prophecy

By now, Mo Lan’s insistence on completing her full Magic collection was no longer just about compensating for weaknesses and strengthening her magical effects — it was more about crafting additional Magic Cards and Skill Cards.

Enriching the Book of Cards’ collection would also serve as preparation for saving Earth in the future.

The knowledge from the Angel’s memories had provided her with supporting evidence: world consciousness was intrinsically linked to the existence of intelligent life.

Humans were Earth’s only intelligent species. The extinction of humanity meant the death of Earth itself.

Perhaps, after the devastation of war left Earth barren, the planet might eventually regain new vitality over the long passage of time, perhaps even giving rise to new intelligent beings.

But Earth’s humans had truly perished under their own firepower.

The world consciousness that had once sent her soul to Valen and granted her a new life — it could never return either.

It was born with the birth of Earth’s humanity, and it died with humanity’s extinction.

New intelligent beings would give rise to a new world consciousness, but it would no longer be the one she wanted to save.

To save Earth’s world consciousness, she had to ensure the continuation of Earth’s human race.

But Earth’s humans had long since gone extinct.

This was the true reason why Earth’s consciousness had told her, when sending her away, to start a new life, to stop thinking about going back, and to stop thinking about saving it.

What had already happened could not be changed.

Unless one day she became powerful enough to find an Earth on another timeline and lead it toward a different ending.

The key to saving Earth’s world consciousness lay with Earth’s humans.

Earth’s humans, who had never mastered magical abilities, had charged headlong down the path of technological development, creating weapons every bit as powerful as Magic.

On the surface, humans had created and mastered technological weapons, but in reality, humans themselves were utterly incapable of withstanding the consequences of these weapons being unleashed.

That was why a single war that spiraled out of control, escalating beyond all restraint, had extinguished all of humanity’s hope for survival.

Earth’s humans had died by the very weapons they created.

To ensure humanity’s continuation, stripping them of their weapons was equally unrealistic. The universe had never contained Earth alone — the events of the Divine Descent Era on Valen, when foreign races descended, served as sufficient warning.

Mo Lan believed she needed to give Earth’s humans a “weapon” that they could control themselves, one that still possessed considerable power.

Nothing would be more fitting than a complete magical system belonging to Earth’s humanity.

Magical energy cultivated through one’s own practice, no matter how powerful, would never blast its wielder to pieces.

Valen’s human Magic could certainly be borrowed directly, but for Mo Lan, that was merely a fallback option.

She wanted to do even better!

Creating a powerful magical system suited to Earth’s humans — how could that be easy? She would need a comprehensive reserve of Magic knowledge before she could even find a starting point.

Mo Lan’s eyes reflected the starry sky, but her thoughts were on that azure planet deep within her soul.

The Wilds were her home, and Earth was also her home.

Lilith watched her gaze and patted her shoulder. “Go on then! I’ve already obtained blood samples from several types of Abyssal Demons. If Demons aren’t like Angels — where nothing useful can be extracted from their blood besides a dense concentration of light elemental force — then the Demon Blood Magic I ultimately derive should help you disguise yourself as a Demon more convincingly.”

“Then I’ll be waiting for your good news,” Mo Lan said.

Each of them now had a clear idea of the path they would take going forward. However, regardless of what they planned to do in the future, none of them would leave the Wilds until the situation stabilized.

The Wilds were the homeland that all Witches had to protect — that much would never change.

“How about we find a spot nearby to set up our Spatial Tents or mobile dwellings? If we all live close together and something happens in the Wilds, we can pool our strength more easily. Once everything’s over, we can go find whatever environment we like to settle in,” Vasida suggested.

“Just live on my plantation!” Sylph said directly. “The meadow behind my house is huge — there’s room for hundreds of houses.”

“Behind your house? Isn’t that the lawn you deliberately cultivated? Don’t let us crush it! Living nearby works just as well,” Lilith said.

“It’s not like that!” Sylph explained the peculiar habits of the mutated Tree of Life, then took them to see it in person. “This grass is just seeds I scattered around because I didn’t want the ground looking bare. You can trample it all you want — it’s fine.”

After Vasida and Lilith inspected the green fruit within the tree’s canopy, they decisively chose to place their homes on this meadow.

What Mo Lan and Lilith brought out were mobile dwellings, while Vasida produced her Spatial Tent.

With the mutated Tree of Life at the center, each of them claimed a different direction for their residence.

Sylph’s house was to the south of the tree, Mo Lan’s to the north, and Vasida and Lilith took the west and east sides respectively.

With their living arrangements settled, they continued spending time together — only now they had moved from the meadow to the Living Room of Mo Lan’s home.

After reviewing the announcement that Mo Lan and Madam Amisha had drafted together, Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph all refused to sit idle, volunteering to contribute to the effort.

Mo Lan extracted the account spending records and Communication Card chat logs of the Dawn Society’s Beastmanand Demon members, crafted them into cards, and handed them over.

She had them help search these records for anything unusual, attempting to determine how far the news foreseen by the Beastmanprophet had already spread.

The announcement Mo Lan had prepared needed to be released at exactly the right moment — when most of the foreign races had already learned of the message that the Demons had instigated the Beastmen to spread, and were preparing to act — only then would it achieve maximum effect.

Releasing it too early might make many Society members feel they had received a baffling, unprompted warning. Releasing it too late would result in losses for the Witch race.

The timing had to be precise.

Given the current prevalence of the Dawn Society, virtually every member of every race with any magical ability had grown accustomed to communicating through Communication Cards.

Of course, the foreign races weren’t fools either. When they signed their contracts, they all noticed that the signature on the contract was in Witch Script.

Any messages involving Witches were communicated using their own coded vocabulary.

But this was utterly useless — Mo Lan had already used Divination Magic to identify the words the Beastmen used as substitutes for “Witch,” hitting the mark every single time.

Four Sorceresses, working through a full day and night, mapped out the complete trajectory of how this matter had developed.

It was indeed the elderly goat-folk prophet Brooks — currently the oldest living prophet among the Beastmanrace — who had foreseen something about Lady Anita.

However, all he had seen in a chance prophetic dream was a vision of someone entering the Wilds without being immediately blasted to death by Firework Blasts.

The old prophet bore no ill will toward the Witch race. After all, the two peoples lived at opposite ends — one in the south, one in the north — and had always minded their own business. He had simply recorded the vision.

But he couldn’t prevent what happened next: his apprentice, tempted by Demons, sold this information to a merchant who had come to their tribe.