### Chapter 359


    In the Jet ck Space


    Kraush dashed through the chaotic realm of the jet ck space.


    This was a pocket dimension created by the ck Witch, a mix of various aspects of her world. That’s probably why a world he’d never seen before stretched endlessly before him.


    Chasing after Kraush were the tentacle-like limbs of the ck Witch’s dark octopodes.


    And they weren’t just chasing; they were on a mission.


    Boom!


    Kraush dodged the slithering octopus legs that erupted from the space above him.


    But just as he thought he was clear, another ck space opened right where he had avoided the attack, and the limbs came lunging at him again.


    Kraush had had enough. Drawing on the power of Rain Thunder Prime infused with White me, he unleashed a surge of white fire.


    Whoosh!


    The ck space shrank as it got engulfed in mes, forcing it shut.


    For the ck Witch, the power from another world was toxic. That’s why she wouldn’t dare pull in the White me so carelessly.


    However, that didn’t mean Kraush had the upper hand.


    The jet ck space was entirely maniptive by the ck Witch. Before Kraush stood an unending barrage of attacks.


    From the ck Witch emerged five creatures—her familiars from her world.


    The first was the Kraken.


    Its legs? Unlimited.


    It could whip its limbs from anywhere in the ck Witch’s space, creating quite a blockade for Kraush.


    “Guh-huh!”


    Then came the second creature, Barg.


    With the new ck space that appeared, its sharp teeth lunged at Kraush.


    Kraush disyed incredible reflexes, jamming his sword right into all of their heads.


    But for these creatures bestowed with immortality through the ck Witch, piercing their heads meant nothing—they just vanished and would reappear in no time at all.


    “???~.”


    At that moment, he heard a hauntingly sorrowful song that was impossible for any human to ignore.


    But with all that was going on, Kraush’s mind was too tough to be entranced by such a song.


    ‘The third creature—Siren.’


    Only because it was Kraush that he could withstand that eerie allure. Others would’ve been caught off guard and torn apart by the other monsters right then.


    Then, ck lightning rained down right in front of him.


    Kraush twisted his body and conjured the White me to evade the dark lightning that was targeted at him.


    The ck lightning spiraled away into the ck Witch’s space.


    The fourth creature—Taranis, the embodiment of lightning—was fast enough to trouble even Kraush.


    Even though he could manipte lightning with his skill, he couldn’t keep up with this speed and would easily be outpaced by its strikes.


    That meant Kraush had to stay on his toes throughout the battle.


    And then finally—


    Boom!


    ‘Here ites.’


    Kraush felt it right away and tore through the Kraken’s limbs aiming to block him. Just as he managed to slip away from where he had been standing—


    BAM!


    A colossal white serpent reared up behind him, seemingly trying to devour the world itself.


    This gigantic snake filled the ck Witch’s dark space to the brim before vanishing into it.


    Had he been just a moment slower, he would have been swallowed whole by that serpentine maw.


    ‘The final creature—Yormungand.’


    This snake, massive enough to overshadow the ck Witch’s dimension, seemed unstoppable. But the world of the ck Witch had already crumbled despite such monsters existing within it.


    ‘No, let me rephrase that.’


    Kraush locked eyes with the ck Witch, who was staring him down beyond the multitude of monsters.


    Her pitch-ck eyes were hollow, utterly void of emotion.


    ‘The one who destroyed the ck Witch’s world… was her.’


    She was the very cause of the world’s end.


    Why was she now trying to resurrect that very world by creating a god of world erosion?


    Kraush would learn the answer only after the ck Witch’s demise.


    He would discover her diary beside her deceased daughter, confounding him with the tragic story of the ck Witch.


    ‘The ck Witch’s daughter, Isabelia.’


    The ck Witch’s realm thrived in the age of witch hunts.


    Witches had indeed risen as a threatening force to the world multiple times.


    In her world, witches were considered an entirely separate race.


    They lived much longer than other races and umted diverse knowledge.


    So perhaps due to a certain incident, a lunatic witch who lost her sanity was driven to wreak irrevocable chaos upon the world.


    The entire world ignited with the intent to hunt witches.


    Every single witch, despite the wrongdoings of just one, became a target.


    Initially, the witches tried to negotiate with the other races.


    However, nations had already lost their loved ones to witchcraft, and they had no intention ofpromising.


    Moreover, from the perspective of each state, demonizing witches wasn’t all bad either.


    Armies and equipment were continuously produced to hunt them, so the economy surged as a result.


    Safer, less-costly wars against witches became a convenient solution to age-old problems between nations.


    And thus, the framework of conflict between witches and the world was established.


    The witches had to stand against the world to survive.


    Meanwhile, the world created amon enemy in the witches to counter their problems.


    The witches were gradually pushed toward devastation.


    Despite umting vast lifetimes of wisdom over the ages, they were outnumbered andcked the endurance for a prolonged war against the various states.


    Every now and then, witches emerged that mirrored the crazed witch of earlier times.


    And every instance provoked greater cries for witch hunts.


    Within such a world lived the ck Witch herself.


    At times, she would conceal her identity, bing ensnared in witch hunt cults, suffering dire consequences.


    She led a life peppered with fleeting moments of careful concealment, only to face confrontations with zealous witch hunters whenever she was revealed.


    Yet amid such upheaval, she persisted.


    No matter how much witches were oppressed, as a witch, the ck Witch lived as one.


    Then one day, her hidden identity was unmasked, sparking an arduous battle against the relentless witch hunt cult.


    Exhausted, she took a day’s rest in the home where she had sought refuge.


    Normally, she would’ve left the town right away, but that day, fatigue weighed on her so heavily that she chose to linger a bit longer.


    Just days prior, the townsfolk who would greet her with cheerful smiles now trembled by her door, their formerfort reced with sheer terror.


    It always turned out this way once they realized the truth.


    Although it stung at first, it became a familiar difort for the ck Witch.


    In that moment, she spotted the vige chief approaching her house.


    What a surprise for him to approach knowing her true nature!


    As she gazed at him with curiosity, the fear in his eyes quickly revealed itself to her.


    Plus, she noticed a squirming basket in his arms.


    “I am bringing a newborn baby to offer, so, please, spare our vige!”


    The chief bowed before her, presenting the basket.


    The sight of it left the ck Witch feeling utterly incredulous.


    Spreading rumors throughout the world that witches feast on human infants—those were ludicrous tales spun by governments.


    Why would a vegetarian witch ever want to hunt down a human child for a meal?


    ‘Come to think of it, some of those berserk witches did exist.’


    But they were simply out of their minds, consuming everything in sight—not something someone like her could connect with.


    Gazing at the trembling vige chief, the ck Witch felt an unexpected wave of helplessness wash over her.


    How foolish of her to think there was even a glimmer of hope.


    She took the basket from the chief’s outstretched hands.


    What would be of that child’s mother?


    She would never know.


    But by offering the child, both came to terms with the fact that this child was ultimately abandoned.


    Picking the baby up had been simply a whim; who wouldn’t get whimsically attached on the road?


    As an immortal witch, acting on whimsy wasn’t exactly rare for her.


    With that, she summoned her magic and took to the skies, realizing she had no reason left to linger in that vige.


    Thus she identally had a child—one of an entirely different species.


    “Ah, ah.”


    The moment the ck Witch saw the baby reaching out to her, she decided that this time, she would change her identity again.


    “Just for a moment; I’ll drop you at an orphanage.”


    Ironically enough, this marked the busiest time in her life.


    Unlike witch children, human children grew rapidly.


    Moreover, it pains her to admit, but this one was a bit of an airhead.


    Learning took its sweet time, and it wailed endlessly.


    “Mama! Mama!”


    Yet free from their grim fate, this baby always smiled brightly at the ck Witch.


    For the first time in her life, someone was showering her with endless love!


    “Mama!”


    And whenever she was absent, the wailing was as if her life depended on it.


    Those cries tugged at her heartstrings, and, surprisingly, she didn’t despise them at all.


    “Mama.”


    And at night, the baby would crawl into her embrace to sleep.


    Again, human children grow quickly.


    Before she knew it, the little one had transformed into a renowned beauty from their hidden vige.


    “Mama, this is him.”


    Her daughter soon introduced a young nobleman from a tiny fief.


    The fief was so small it barely had opportunities for her to marry another noble.


    Yet life there seemed bearable enough.


    After all, people thrive better together.


    Though the ck Witch felt a pang of emptiness, she permitted their rtionship.


    Time sped onward, and before she realized it, her daughter received a proposal.


    “Mama, I’ve been dating him for five years now.”


    Five years.


    For a witch, that was merely a sh.


    But for a human, it was a significant span.


    “…It was only supposed to be for a moment.”


    Her fully-grown daughter stood before her—elegant in a bridal gown at a small church, kissing the man who was now her husband.


    And she approached her next.


    “Mama, thank you for raising me.”


    In hearing that, the ck Witch realized the truth—this child she had intended to keep for a moment was now leaving.


    She shed her first tears.


    As the ck Witch sobbed, her daughter joined in, embracing her tightly.


    The ck Witch then knew.


    The child she thought she could harbor temporarily had truly be her daughter.


    “Isabelia, my blessing, live well.”


    Isabelia.


    A name that held the essence of blessing.


    One day, she remembered it and chose it—perfect for her daughter.


    Isabelia would go on to live a happy life.


    The ck Witch wished for Isabelia’s days to be filled with joy.


    And only a few monthster, Isabelia’s head was severed.


    The reason—a wicked individual tied to witches.


    The user? None other than the lord of the paltry fief where Isabelia had married.


    Upon witnessing this, the ck Witch realized one critical truth.


    She could never find happiness in this world.


    And so, she erased the world.


    The ck Witch.


    True to her name, she plunged the world into ruin.


    As a witch who had raised a human child, she understood humans better than anyone.


    That knowledge allowed her to exploit their weaknesses, toppling the world itself.


    All the while, she still cradled Isabelia in her heart.


    “…Let’s start from scratch.”


    Not this world—not this oue.


    Let’s create a world where she can live alongside Isabelia.


    That became her remaining life’s purpose.


    And right now, she was willing to sacrifice other worlds to achieve this dream.


    To create a world where she could live with her daughter, she would do anything—even kill a child right in front of her.


    As Kraush appeared in front of her, the ck Witch felt an ufortable urge.


    The white me emanating from him dazzled her eyes painfully.


    Since he was the one who had caused the destruction of another world, it’s no wonder this world rejected him so vigorously.


    That was why his white me red against her with even greater intensity.


    “I understand your plight.”


    At that moment, Kraush’s voice resonated in the ck Witch’s ear.


    “But I absolutely won’t tolerate you trying to destroy my world in ce of yours.”


    What did he know? How far did his knowledge extend?


    The ck Witch couldn’t decipher it, but she readied her ck staff.


    “Once I’ve destroyed a world, I can certainly do it again.”


    It was a sh—between the witch who destroyed her own world and the man who fought to protect his.


    The moment their confrontation erupted once more, the night echoed through the jet ck space!