Chapter 3714: The Falling Claire

The whistling wind could not suppress the sound of the corpse talking in Claire's ear. The corpse had no breathing, so it would not produce hot air in Claire's ear when speaking:

"To gain power, how much can you pay?"

"As long as it is equivalent, I am willing to pay. I don't want to go to your ending, nor do I want the people around me to go to your ending. And that dream last night, the dream where the snowy mountain melted and everything danced in the fire, I absolutely don't want it to really happen."

The corpse seemed to be sighing, or regretting:

"Even with power, we can't play any role. We are destined secondary supporting roles. The biggest scene we can fight for ourselves is to die to protect those more important characters."

This time Claire disagreed with her negative view. Xia De's existence burned like the sun in her heart, and the progress and awakening of many colleagues reminded her that the path she could take was far more than what she saw in front of her:

"The play of life is not just staged on this 'stage' of Fatumonster Island. Even if our roles are not important in the story of fate, I still think I am the protagonist—I am the protagonist in the story of Claire Reinhardt's life."

The witch walking and the corpse on her back have different life opportunities. Their fates diverged in 1853, so the current Claire also has her own advantages:

"I have relatives who love me, a hometown of my own, colleagues who are quite friendly, students who respect me, and him. Although my role in the story of fate is not important, I am still satisfied with everything now."

She said while looking at the high place of the snow slope, her heart had begun to wonder where she was going:

"If life is broken down into scenes of plays, I am actually already the protagonist. Power is still very useful to me. You fell here, but I have to continue walking."

"That's fine."

The corpse said.

Claire stopped abruptly, because she found that the end of the snow slope was a ten-thousand-foot cliff. She had never been to this area before, and she didn't know why this strange terrain appeared here, but obviously the road had come to an end.

"Throw me down."

The corpse behind her hugged Claire's neck and whispered in her ear. Until this moment, Claire felt a chill and realized what she had just done:

"I actually carried my own corpse and walked such a long way in an unfamiliar area of the snowy mountain?"

"Throw me down, only by personally abandoning the tragic future you haven't faced, can you create a new future on your own."

The corpse continued to speak in Claire's ear, but the witch, who was gradually waking up, asked suspiciously:

"If I throw you off the cliff, will I suddenly find that it is actually me who fell down when I stretch my head to look down, and it is you who are looking from above?"

"But you and I are both Claire Reinhardt."

The corpse reminded, but the Great Witch of the Sun shook her head:

"No, the situation is very wrong now. I remember I was in the fog, and there were companions beside me. How could I suddenly carry you and come here? Oh, I must be dizzy, this is very wrong... That man who called himself 'Lost One' said that there is a possibility of walking into a realm outside of time and space in the fog. Maybe I am like this now.

Also, I just realized now, since you are a corpse, why can you talk?"

The fear like listening to her mother tell horror stories in the thunderstorm night when she was a child made Claire shiver fiercely. She turned her head and looked at the corpse sticking to her side face. The pale face with eyes closed seemed to be looking at her too.

Two almost identical faces were almost stuck together at this moment. Claire felt that this scene was not only terrifying but also strange. Looking at herself, and one of them was a corpse, she didn't even dream of this scene:

"More importantly, he has said many times that the time of the material world is very stable, and it is absolutely impossible to split into parallel worlds. Everyone has uniqueness, so where did you come from?"

Claire widened her eyes slightly:

"Okay, I understand—you are not me at all, what kind of thing are you, you liar?"

The corpse was expressionless... In fact, it had never made any sound or had any movement all along. If there was a third person here, they would only see Claire talking to herself all the way, and then suddenly turning her head to talk to the corpse.

The corpse said:

"Not a parallel world, that is... an abandoned space-time."

"What?"

"I mean."

The corpse hugged her from behind, and then jumped forward with its legs touching the ground, letting the two Claires fall from the cliff together:

"Even if you are not seduced by me to jump down, can't I take the initiative to push you down?"

The weightlessness of that moment made Claire clearer. She could see the cliff getting farther and farther away from her high above. When she struggled to fly again, she was hugged from the front by that corpse.

Or rather, the corpse didn't move, it was just Claire who hugged it unconsciously while struggling.

The witch and the witch hugged tightly. Claire's "Calamity Card: The Last Fatum Person" flew out directly. At this moment, the head of the corpse with eyes closed came to Claire's shoulder again. She heard the corpse's words:

"Claire Reinhardt, who faces fate, you have the courage to overcome fate. The future will be rewritten by you. I wish you can really become the protagonist of your own story as you said."

She and the corpse fell into the thick fog below the cliff together. The corpse disappeared from the embrace, but it seemed that it was herself who disappeared, and she turned into that corpse.

The fate ring appeared behind her, and the miracle - 【Faith】 was engraved on her fate ring, completing the last step of the 11th tier moving toward the 12th tier. And then, the glowing card stuck to her front from high above, and the huge sun, moon, and star ritual array unfolded in the fog with Claire as the center.

The inheritance that condensed the last power of the Fatum people recognized Claire Reinhardt's identity. Although this power was not worth mentioning in the eyes of some existences, at least at this moment, the secret arts and powers of the Fatum people that Claire hadn't even heard of poured into her mind and soul.

When she fell into the snow from high above, the somewhat confused witch climbed up and looked behind her with the card. Without going through any ritual, her fate ring had turned into a 12th tier. Although the witch's golden ladder was still only 11th tier, she was already a genuine 12th-tier sorceress at this moment. ===== CHAPTER 3715 =====

"No, the current situation is very wrong. I remember being in the fog, and I had companions with me. How could I have suddenly picked you up and come here just now? Oh, I must have lost my mind; this is very wrong... That man who called himself the 'Lost One' said that in the fog, it's possible to walk into a realm outside of space and time. Perhaps that's what's happening to me now.

Also, I only just realized now: since you are a corpse, why can you talk?"

A sense of fear, just like when she was a child huddled under the covers listening to her mother tell horror stories on a stormy night, made Claire shiver violently. She turned her head to look at the corpse pressed against her side; its pale, closed-eyed face seemed to be looking at her too.

Two almost identical faces were pressed together at this moment. Claire felt this scene was not only terrifying but also bizarre. Watching herself, and one of those selves being a corpse—this was a scene she had never even dreamed of:

"More importantly, he has said many times that the time of the material world is very stable and it is absolutely impossible to split into parallel worlds. Everyone is unique, so where did you come from?"

Claire widened her eyes slightly:

"Alright, I understand—you are definitely not me. What on earth are you, you liar?"

The corpse was expressionless... In fact, it had never made a sound or made any movements at all. If there were a third person here, they would only see Claire talking to herself the whole time, and then suddenly turning her head to speak to the corpse.

The corpse said:

"It is not a parallel world; that is... an abandoned space-time."

"What?"

"I mean."

The corpse embraced her from behind, its legs touched the ground, and it suddenly lunged forward, causing both Claires to fall from the cliff together:

"Even if you aren't tricked by me into jumping, can't I just push you down myself?"

The momentary sensation of weightlessness made Claire even more clear-headed. She could see the cliff high above getting further and further away. As she struggled, wanting to fly again, she was hugged from the front by that corpse.

Or rather, the corpse didn't move; it was just Claire who had unconsciously hugged it while struggling.

The witch and the witch embraced tightly, and the "Calamity Card: The Last Fatuman" in Claire's pocket flew straight out. At this moment, the head of the corpse with closed eyes came to Claire's shoulder again, and she heard the corpse's words:

"Claire Reinhardt, who faces fate head-on, you possess the courage to overcome fate. The future will be rewritten by you. I wish that you can truly become the protagonist of your own story, as you said."

She and the corpse fell together into the thick fog beneath the cliff. The corpse disappeared from her embrace, but it was as if it were she who had disappeared, and she had become that corpse.

A Destiny Ring emerged from behind her, and the Miracle 【Faith】 was engraved onto her Destiny Ring, completing the final step from the eleventh ring to the twelfth. Subsequently, that glowing card flew from high above and stuck to her front, and a massive Sun, Moon, and Stars ritual array unfolded in the thick fog with Claire at its center.

The inheritance, condensing the final power of the Fatuman, acknowledged the identity of Claire Reinhardt. Although this power was not worth mentioning in the eyes of some beings, at least at this moment, the secret arts and powers of the Fatuman, which Claire hadn't even heard of, poured continuously into her mind and soul.

When she fell from the heights into the snow, the somewhat dazed witch climbed up, held the card, and looked behind her. Without having undergone any ritual, her Destiny Ring had already turned into twelve rings. Although the witch's Golden Staircase was still only at the eleventh step, she was now a genuine twelve-ring sorceress.