Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

Boiling magma began to emit from the lines that outlined the complicated nexus. The surrounding air also became scorching hot, and the surging heat wave seemed to bake the clouds in the sky.

There were a total of 13 so-called peak spells.

They represented the peak of every magic skill tree. The principles behind the operation of every peak spell were referenced from the creation of the world, so they were spells that stemmed from the origin of the Currere rules the most.

Although in-game, other than the high fashion value of these 13 peak spells, they were a little flattering from a practical point of view—either the chanting time was too long, the casting restrictions were too great, or the mana consumption was too high, players would basically only use them a few times after learning them. Then, they would usually end up collecting dust in the Skill column.

The most important thing was the cost-effectiveness ratio.

The mana required to release All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust once might be enough to cast Fireball more than 200 times, and the accumulated damage of the latter was much higher than the former.

Not to mention that every time he released All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust, he needed to permanently damage a magical medium with quality that wasn’t inferior to a holy relic. Although holy relic magical mediums weren’t very precious to late-stage players, they couldn’t afford to be wasted like this.

With so many restrictions, the strength of this spell at face value was undoubtedly the best.

Ignoring some special circumstances, the Fire spell, All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust, was undoubtedly the highest DPS AOE spell in the game.

Coles tore apart the binding effect of the seven Shadow Cage ring blades on it. Only then did it focus its attention on William, who was chanting a spell not far away.

What spell was that?

Looking at the huge nexus and sensing the immense magic power flowing inside, Coles couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Even though it was in an incomplete Void Sovereign state and theoretically couldn’t be killed by Currere’s spells, it still felt uneasy.

Coles knew the Presiding Judge’s combat style very well. Compared to large-scale spells that required multiple chants, he preferred to use simple instantaneous spells in combat to reduce unnecessary mana consumption.

In terms of scheming, the Presiding Judge was a genius. Sometimes, it was as if he could predict the future. Even in an unexplored place, he could seemingly predict the future and switch to the most suitable equipment to use spells that countered the enemy the most.

However, Coles had never seen the Presiding Judge use such a powerful spell. No, it wasn’t just that it had never seen the Presiding Judge use it. In Coles’s more than 1,000 years of life, it had never seen such a powerful spell—no matter who it was.

He had to be stopped…

The Twilight Barrier built using the Twilight Fortress was already on the verge of collapse. Under the invasion of the four Void Sovereigns’ main bodies, the power of the Finality scene was about to be exhausted. When that happened, the Twilight Fortress that had protected Currere for thousands of years would completely become history.

In just over a minute, They could completely break through the barrier, and that would be Coles’ victory.

The thought process didn’t even last a second in its mind. In an instant, Coles turned into a black shadow and charged at William, who was chanting the spell.

Two towering pillars of fire instantly blocked its path. This was a magical trap William had left behind in advance, but Coles, who had expected this, flipped its wings and slanted its body to pass through the gap between the two pillars of fire.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck it to the ground.

William looked at it and could not help but say, “Your movement pattern is too easy to predict. Why isn’t it even comparable to a Boss that can do input reading?”

Although Coles didn’t know which mythical and legendary allusion the Presiding Judge was referring to, it could still hear the obvious mockery in the other party’s tone.

However, before it could spread its wings again, a feeling of weakness spread throughout its body.

The tiny electric currents on its body were running everywhere, preventing it from moving for a while.

William’s spell was completed.

“In the future, remember to prepare a corresponding countermeasure for the Paralysis effect when facing high-level lightning spells.”

William looked at Coles, who was standing up shakily from the ground, and said slowly. With a cracking sound, the crystal staff in his hand turned to ashes and fluttered in the wind.

“However, there’s probably no point in making this suggestion now…”

As William spoke, he raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion.

Coles followed his movements and looked over.

At this moment, a sickly sun appeared in the shattered sky of the Finality scene and the twilight sky.

It was fiery red and one could see the burning outlines around it as if the sun would extinguish at any moment.

“After all, you don’t have a future.”

William made a pulling motion once he finished his sentence.

Then, the sun fell towards Coles…

There was no sound of an explosion, no dazzling light—everything marched towards destruction in intense silence.

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Fire spells were also known as Plunder spells.

Fire was rotten Light.

Light, or Creatons, constituted everything in the world.

The process of them sinking to Currere seemed to have been diffracted into different colors through a prism. Some of them were light, turning into the breath of the soul, and some of them were heavy, turning into solid ground.

During this process, some light went bad. They couldn’t solidify into anything specific, nor could they rely on themselves to exist in Currere. They had to destroy other specific things to exist, and they had to devour and plunder other things to appear.

This metamorphosed light was fire.

Light could directly provide energy and temperature to Currere, and fire had to rely on destruction to do so.

Of course, this didn’t mean that fire was a bad thing. In fact, fire was also an indispensable part of creation. Among the Seven Holy Spirits who symbolized balance and ‘youth’ was the cornerstone elemental—fire.

The deeper meaning of fire was plundering. Destroying other things with energy brought light and heat to oneself. This process also injected the initial motivation into the greatest conflict in Currere—the food chain.

Without fire, the entire Currere would have become a lonely world where only plants grew crazily.

Therefore, to all magic chanters who studied Fire spells, finding the source of firewood and choosing the target they wanted to plunder was the most central topic.

Those who needed to rely on igniting plants to assist in burning were often mediocre. They had categorized themselves to the same level as cows and sheep.

Those who chose to attempt igniting metal were the most foolish. This was because they often needed to spend ten times more effort than ordinary people, but they could only obtain less than half of the results.

Converting light (magic) into fire was a spacious path. Typically, taking this path was enough for one to reach the Master level, but going deeper required a deeper understanding of plundering.

Ignition of the soul or memories was more in line with human society’s understanding of the concept of plunder. In fact, most flames with special effects needed these two as materials.

Then, what kind of firewood did the peak Fire spell, All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust, choose?

William walked on the white land.

With the spell as the center, everything around him turned to dust.

There was nothing left but ashes, dust, and loneliness.

Even the air smelled of ashes.

A thin spirit that was like black smoke from a burning candle swayed in the wind. William slowly walked over.

It was a remnant soul left behind by Coles.

A tiny white speck of light restrained the spirit and prevented it from dissipating.

William drew Judgment 2 and said, “Fortunately, I didn’t kill you directly. Otherwise, I would have to go to that lighthouse to wait for your resurrection.”

As a high-level Moon Realm existence, Coles wouldn’t truly die even if its body was destroyed. If one didn’t use powers of the same nature to kill it, it could still slowly recover from its domain.

Of course, with its current injuries, this ‘slowness’ would probably take hundreds of years.

“What was that?” Coles’s spirit asked feebly.

“The simulation of a wrong creation,” William replied.

The sun was a projection of the Realm of Light.

The principle of All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust was to simulate a wrong creation and create a symbol of the sun with the purest magic power. It was then assumed that it lost control during the creation and all the Creatons rotted. Therefore, in order to develop this spell, he had to first let the three spells—Light, Illusion, and Fire—reach the Divine Realm. Then, he had to defeat the incarnation of the Lady of Starvation and obtain an understanding of corruption before finally learning it.

Then, what kind of world would it ultimately create?

The answer was the name of the spell, All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust.

Coles didn’t understand what William meant by simulating the wrong creation, but it didn’t plan on asking further. It only continued, “Do you know? When Blake and I went to the Moon Realm to find the Life Seed, I really wanted to revive you.”

William nodded and looked at the constantly collapsing Twilight Wall.

“Therefore, I want to know how you know about the Seed of Hope.”