Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 80: Was That… Real History?
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[Title: Blasphemer]
Rarity: Purple (Upgradeable)
Title Holder: Xia Ya Egut
Description: You once desecrated a resurrected Ancient God.
Effect 1: When equipped, you and your Summoned Beasts deal 5% to 50% additional damage against enemies with divine attributes, depending on their level of divinity.
Effect 2: When equipped, you are more likely to be targeted and hated by mythological beings, fanatic believers, and other god-related entities.
Note: One doesn’t need to slay a god to be called a Godslayer—killing its avatar is enough. Just like how a Dragon Slayer doesn’t have to defeat a Pureblood Dragon—sometimes, all they slay is a big lizard with a drop of dragon blood.
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[Historical Renown: The One Forgotten by Time]
Holder: Xia Ya Egut
Recorded In: Cangting Ancient Kingdom / Western Continent
Description:
In the vast, flowing river of time, the people of the Western Continent have long forgotten the past buried beneath the dust of history. And they have forgotten you as well.
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Yet, had it not been for your existence…
Perhaps that girl, that principality, even the entire course of human civilization on the Western Continent—would have followed a vastly different fate.
You stood at a historical crossroads, altering the destiny of countless lives.
"Historical Renown"—a distinction granted only to those who have once stood at the turning point of human history.
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Staring at the system notifications that appeared in his mind, Xia Ya fell into silence.
The meaning of the Blasphemer title was easy to grasp.
Simply put, equipping it would grant him and his Summoned Beasts a buff that made them exceptionally lethal against anything with divine attributes, along with a taunt effect that would make him a magnet for divine enemies.
Simple. Brutal. Incredibly useful.
Of course, this was absolutely not a title he could wear in everyday life—unless he wanted to end up dragged to the Church’s Inquisition by the Holy Knights patrolling the streets.
But in critical situations—like fighting cultists, avatars of Evil Gods, or divine creatures—this title would be an absolute game-changer.
A maximum 50% damage boost against divine entities? That was utterly broken.
However—
What truly made Xia Ya pause was the Historical Renown he had just received.
“A distinction granted to those who have stood at the turning point of human history.”
“…System, oh system.”
“What exactly are you trying to hint at?”
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Dark Night Garden
"This is the place, right? No doubt about it—this really is the most luxurious hotel in Black Lily District."
The carriage driver came to a stop and let out an awed sigh.
Ailora handed Xia Ya a black mask, while she herself put on another cat-eared mask.
Xia Ya took the mask and slipped it over his face.
Outside the lavish estate, the carriage pulled to a halt. A white-gloved attendant approached and respectfully opened the door.
Ailora blinked, gently taking Xia Ya’s hand as she stepped out.
Immediately, a large umbrella was raised over them, shielding them from the falling rain.
"Your outfits… truly resemble the latest illustrated novel published by the Royal Literary Society."
The attendant couldn’t help but admire their attire—Xia Ya in his black trench coat and Ailora in her masked disguise.
"Oh? Which novel?"
Xia Ya closed the system interface in his mind and asked curiously.
"The Royal Phantom Thief Duo," the attendant replied.
"Your outfits match the protagonists perfectly."
"A legendary couple of phantom thieves—truly enviable."
"Well, what a coincidence."
Xia Ya nodded.
A while back, he had plagiarized a whole bunch of works from his past life, taking advantage of his mental energy boost after spending a fortune to clear the final scene of the Cangting Historical Echo.
It seemed those works were now hitting the market.
And now, he had just run into one of his readers.
Xia Ya quickly noticed something.
While the attendant was talking, Ailora’s steps became noticeably lighter—a barely perceptible change in her mood.
…Interesting.
“You have a way with words. Keep talking,” Xia Ya smirked.
"Really? Then I'll say a bit more," the attendant responded eagerly.
"Though honestly, the male lead in the book is too dull for my taste."
"I mean, come on—he has so many adorable girls around him, yet he stubbornly insists on only pursuing his childhood friend? Ridiculous!"
"If it were me, I'd say why not go all in? Just take them all and aim for the full harem ending!"
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Suddenly.
The pleasant bounce in Ailora’s steps vanished.
Instead, she subtly clenched Xia Ya’s hand—with just enough pressure to make her displeasure known.
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“…You know what? Maybe you should say less.”
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Inside Dark Night Garden
On the surface, Dark Night Garden was a high-end luxury hotel—one of the finest in the Black Lily District, and even in the Imperial Capital.
But in reality, it was one of the major intelligence hubs for the Shadow Council—the rulers of the Western Continent’s underworld.
Every day, countless transcendents passed through its halls, and intelligence worth hundreds of thousands of Rhine Gold Coins was traded within its walls.
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At this moment—
The Shadow Council’s highest-ranking concierge, responsible for hosting VIP guests, was experiencing a complete mental breakdown.
Because—
For the past two hours—
The two highest-tier VIP guests currently present had done nothing but sit at a table and eat.
For two hours straight.
Yes, technically, Dark Night Garden was a hotel and restaurant.
But in reality, VIP clients came here for intelligence deals, secret missions, and covert transactions.
There was a certain aura of secrecy and professionalism expected.
Who actually sat here for a two-hour feast?!
And worse—
They weren’t just eating—they were ordering the most exotic, expensive dishes possible, to the point where the kitchen’s rare ingredients were running dangerously low!
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The Shadow Council concierge wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Honored guests, perhaps now would be a good time to discuss busine—"
Xia Ya cut him off immediately.
"No rush. Can’t you see we’re still eating?"
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"Besides—Dark Night Garden offers complimentary meals to high-tier VIPs, doesn’t it?"
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The concierge opened his mouth to protest—
And then froze mid-sentence.
His expression shifted, turning into one of utter astonishment.
Then—
He bowed deeply and left without another word.
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Beside Xia Ya, Ailora, who had been elegantly devouring food at an astonishing speed, suddenly tensed up.
In the next moment—
Her silver eyes flashed as her powerful aura surged, preparing to activate Rhongomyniad—
But Xia Ya caught her hand, stopping her.
He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and finally turned his gaze forward.
Under the bright Magitech spotlights, casting stark shadows across the fine furniture—
There.
A faint, barely perceptible silhouette.
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The shadow expanded and unraveled, gradually weaving itself into the form of a humanoid figure.
Little by little, the hazy silhouette formed from pure darkness grew more distinct.
It was a young girl dressed in an elegant, pitch-black gown, exuding an antique elegance. Her raven-black hair cascaded down, and if one looked closely, two faint protrusions could be seen hidden within her locks.
The fabric of her dress was layered yet not excessive, adorned with tiny shimmering specks that resembled stars scattered across a midnight sky.
Her body remained somewhat ethereal, rippling at the edges like waves upon water. Her face, though veiled by a thin, mist-like shroud, was undoubtedly delicate and breathtakingly beautiful.
Xia Ya gazed intently at the black-gowned girl, her features obscured by shadows.
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“You’re stronger than that Fifth-Ring Peak official from earlier.
Your rank is higher as well.
And this isn’t even your real body—this is merely an avatar woven from shadows…
Your true self isn’t in the Imperial Capital.
In fact, you might not even be within the Empire’s borders at all.”
“A Sixth-Ring Peak, a Titled-tier, and a high-ranking Shadow Council executive wielding Transcendent-tier artifacts…”
“…You must be the ‘Queen of the Night’, aren’t you?”
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Across the dining table, the black-gowned girl let out a soft, bell-like giggle.
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“My, my…”
“These are ‘Saint’s Dusk Bell’ to ‘Angel of the Dead Omen’ level intelligence.”
“If you want answers, I’m afraid your remaining credits in the Shadow Council will be completely drained.”
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“Then never mind.”
Xia Ya shook his head and pushed aside his empty plate and utensils.
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“…Oh? Done eating already?”
The black-gowned girl rested her chin on her hands, her hidden eyes studying Xia Ya.
Her gaze was both pure, like that of a young girl, and yet…
It carried the weight of timeless observation.
A silent scrutiny—
And, perhaps, a hint of… nostalgia?
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“You could’ve eaten as long as you wanted.
If the kitchen runs out of ingredients, I could always have headquarters deliver more through our secret transport channels.”
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Secret transport channels?
Did she mean the Shadow Council’s internal teleportation arrays?
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Xia Ya gently squeezed Ailora’s hand, feeling the subtle tremors that ran through her.
His direct contact helped soothe her, calming the intuitive warning signals that had been triggered within her.
He shook his head.
“Forget it.”
“With you here, we can’t even enjoy our meal properly.”
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“…How unfortunate.”
The black-gowned girl sighed regretfully.
“I was hoping to see how the great hero who saved the Imperial Capital looked when he focused solely on eating…”
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“Let’s start the trade, then.”
Xia Ya nodded, then spoke slowly.
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“First, I want a record of all interactions between the Ashen Order and the Twilight Order over the past few centuries.
A general timeline of major events will suffice.”
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“Granted.”
The black-gowned girl continued resting her chin on one hand, her eyes locked onto Xia Ya, while the other hand flicked through the air.
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"Saint’s Dusk Bell"-level intelligence.
Price: 1,500 Rhine Gold Coins.
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“After deduction, you still have 2,000 Rhine Gold Coins worth of credit remaining with the Shadow Council.”
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In the thin veil of darkness, a simple book suddenly materialized—
As though someone had sketched it onto a blank sheet of paper with a pencil.
Then, it dropped onto the table before Xia Ya.
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Almost as if…
A "layer of reality" had been peeled back—revealing the hidden knowledge underneath.
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Xia Ya’s expression remained unreadable.
He picked up the book and began flipping through it.
The first entry described the Ashen Order’s attempted coup at Saint Roland Academy a few months ago.
However, since Xia Ya had only requested a “general timeline”, any sensitive details were heavily censored—
The record merely stated that the conspiracy was thwarted through the combined efforts of the Academy’s faculty and the Imperial Military.
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Xia Ya continued flipping through the chronological entries—
Until his gaze froze on a particular page.
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[Sacred Calendar Year 350]
The Twilight Order dispatched multiple Pontiffs to sabotage an Ashen Order Fire Sacrament Ritual.
Over a thousand Ashen Order members were slaughtered—half were killed outright, while the rest were forcibly converted using Corrupted Objects.
For the next several decades, full-scale warfare erupted between the two Orders.
Various factions within the Lost Domain, including other Cults, attempted to mediate—but all efforts were futile.
The Twilight Order claimed that the Ashen Order had violated an unspoken truce among the cults, sabotaging their efforts to restore Twilight.
However, the Ashen Order adamantly denied any involvement, refusing to acknowledge any wrongdoing.
As a result, hostilities escalated, solidifying their eternal enmity.
This intelligence contains logical inconsistencies—further verification is required.
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Xia Ya’s eyes narrowed.
…A Fire Sacrament Ritual?
The Twilight Order slaughtered over a thousand Ashen cultists, converting the survivors using Corruption?
And this marked the beginning of their irreconcilable enmity?
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But.
The final note in the report—
"This intelligence contains logical inconsistencies—further verification is required."
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Something about this didn’t add up.
