Chapter 137: The Sky, the White Tower, the Flies, and the Falling Heavenly Fire.

Chapter 137: Sky, White Tower, Flies, and the Falling Heavenly Fire.

On the library's side, the players gradually adapted to each other's supernatural abilities and combat rhythms through cooperation, overcoming the most chaotic and difficult period to form an orderly division of labor.

They systematically probed the rules and weaknesses of various supernatural entities, then targeted them for containment, expulsion, or elimination.

The first supernatural entity to be dealt with was a sculpture called the "Malformed Surgeon."

Yu Yin quickly observed that it was abnormally fixated on severing opponents' necks, habitually pinning human bodies flat on the ground before dissecting their abdomens with surgical precision.

After sacrificing a few Decoy Dolls, Yu Yin also discovered that once the Malformed Surgeon succeeded, it would focus entirely on its prey, ignoring other attacks and even lowering its guard against external threats.

Amid the carnage, the Malformed Surgeon remained engrossed, steadily wielding its scalpel to cut, decapitate, disembowel, and remove organs...

As if it truly were a dedicated doctor—except that while normal doctors preserved life, this one celebrated death.

Recalling the name "Malformed Surgeon," Yu Yin had a peculiar thought: What if this supernatural entity wasn’t intentionally torturing humans but genuinely believed it was performing "surgery"?

Perhaps, in its distorted perception, the swollen head atop the neck was a diseased growth, like a tumor bursting with fluid, and the crowded organs in the abdomen were unnecessary burdens—

Thus, the Malformed Surgeon insisted that every human was "sick" and in need of its "treatment"!

Once she understood its attack pattern, Yu Yin deliberately relocated her head and discarded her internal organs.

This state indeed made the Malformed Surgeon lose interest in her.

Even standing right in front of it, she was ignored like air—because she no longer qualified as its patient.

Only when Yu Yin crept behind it, her arm transforming into a bone blade to sever its arms, and her red dress extending tendrils to invade its seven orifices and shatter its carved facial features, did the Malformed Surgeon still stubbornly face the distant players, muttering indistinctly:

"Treatment... you need treatment..."

With those words, it collapsed, shattering into plaster fragments.

Next, two fire-based players teamed up to eliminate the "Entrail Tearer," while a Liar Domain player trapped the "Dog-Man"...

Among these supernatural entities, the "Invisible Decay" was the most troublesome—a formless stench that rapidly spread through the air, infiltrating human bodies through the nostrils to breed even fouler odors.

Over time, every part of the infected—skin, flesh, organs—would emit an inescapable stench before dissolving entirely, becoming part of the Invisible Decay.

Fortunately, a wind-based Ability user controlled the airflow, confining the stench to a fixed area, while a wood-based Ability user accelerated the growth of mutated giant pothos and ferns. The rampant greenery instantly turned the library plaza into a jungle.

Through cooperation, the two players narrowly purified this supernatural entity.

Before long, the players successfully broke through the supernatural entities' blockade and entered the library.

While fending off newly emerging supernatural entities, they pulled books from the shelves, searching through the gaps for the "Infinite Library."

Suddenly, one player peered closely at a shelf and exclaimed excitedly, "I found it!"

Beyond a two-finger-wide gap, an exceptionally vast pure-white library unfolded before them. Beneath its grand, lofty dome, towering shelves stretched endlessly into the distance.

But before the player could rejoice, the bright light abruptly dimmed—

A dark green eye had pressed against the other side of the gap!

The sudden eye contact sent the player's heart racing, nearly eliciting a scream of terror.

At such close range, the player could even discern the fine patterns on the iris. The deep green eye blinked curiously, faint amusement glinting within.

An echoing feminine voice crossed the boundary of the massive area-based supernatural phenomenon, whispering in their ear:

"Are you looking for me?"

As if snapped back to awareness by the words, the player recoiled, realizing they were face-to-face with an unknown entity, and stumbled back several steps.

Just as they meant to warn the others, the ground beneath them trembled violently, throwing them off balance and toppling two shelves behind them.

The entire library began violently shaking. Books and shelves crashed to the floor as players tumbled helplessly, a wave of vertigo surging like a tidal wave.

Some players steadied themselves by grabbing tables or shelves, while others fell flat, rolling amid the debris.

"What's happening...?!"

Yu Yin, shocked by the abrupt tremor, staggered against a wall before realizing this wasn’t an earthquake—it felt more like...

The entire library was being lifted by some immense force.

Clutching the wall, she edged toward a window and gaped—outside, the classrooms, roads, and greenery had vanished. Peering down, she could barely make out the rooftops of buildings, now shrunk to the size of a palm.

Ice ran through her veins. What kind of power had lifted the library—and everyone inside—into the sky?

Amid fear and confusion, the ascent finally halted, followed by the screech of shattering concrete and twisting steel. Web-like cracks spread across the walls before they split cleanly in half!

At this great height, dazzling light first poured through the fissures, forcing players to shield their eyes.

Then came the fierce winds, whipping loose pages into a frenzy and sending lightweight objects soaring out of the ruined library like white birds vanishing into the clouds.

Only then did the players realize in horror—the library’s tower had been torn open.

Pressing her back to the wall, Yu Yin squinted through wind-whipped hair to see what held the library aloft.

It was a woman of inconceivable scale, cradling the library in one palm while gripping the shattered remains of a white tower in the other, gazing down at them with curiosity.

An eight-story tower was like a tiny model in her grasp.

Her colossal form seemed to tower above the world, her shadow engulfing them all with crushing presence.

Technically, her features were exquisitely beautiful—long lashes casting shadows over dark green eyes, a black butterfly adorning her wide witch’s hat, and cascading crimson curls evoking fading firelight in the night.

But who could appreciate such artistry when faced with such monstrous size?

Her perfect but inhuman face, her inhuman proportions, and the ball joints at her elbows and fingers maximized the creepy unnaturalness, blurring the line between human and something... else.

The longer one looked, the more fear overtook any appreciation for her beauty.

The moment she appeared, every player trembled instinctively as the system’s voice announced:

"Congratulations, players, for confronting the Final Boss and uncovering the truth! Rewards: 200% total points, title 'Witness,' arcane compendium 'Complete Compendium of Supernatural Entities'... See your inventory for details."

In truth, the system’s "BOSS" referred to the black butterfly resting on Elius’s brim—but who besides Yi Fengchu would know that?

All witnesses would, as he intended, witness falsely to the "truth"!

Studying the colossal form warily, Yu Yin could only feel terror.

Fighting her primal fear before the colossal, she gulped and thought:

This was the Saint of the Mirror, the Progenitor of Supernatural Tales, the Witch of Ill Fortune of ancient times—Elius!

Elius held the library aloft before her chest like a girl cradling a newly acquired toy, her gaze sweeping with amusement over each player's face, drinking in their expressions—terror, wariness, despair—before letting out a soft chuckle.

Leaning further down, strands of crimson hair cascaded like a downpour of dark red from the sky, the blood-tinged, icy locks nearly brushing the players' heads.

Every instinct screamed to run, yet escape was impossible in her presence.

After scanning the group, Elius's eyes finally settled on Yu Yin.

The crimson strands continued to descend, their cold touch grazing Yu Yin's forehead and eyelids, making her instinctively want to recoil. But fearing the anger of this ancient, terrifying entity, she forced herself to remain rigidly still.

"You are bound to one of my children... It seems quite fond of you," Elius remarked, her tone laced with surprise. Her laughter floated down from above like a voice from the void. "Hmm, I suppose I've taken a bit of a liking to you as well."

"After all, I am a mother who favors her children."

Despite her sentimental words, Elius's actions were merciless. She snuffed out the remaining Urban legends as effortlessly as one might squash a swarm of bothersome ants.

Their remains disintegrated into swirling black motes, dispersing in the air before being sucked in by an invisible pull into the body of a black butterfly perched on the brim of the witch's hat.

The butterfly was massive on its own, yet beside the witch, it appeared small and harmless—almost inconspicuous.

It fluttered its wings, circling the witch once with graceful ease before settling back onto the hat's brim, once again just a decorative trinket.

"Now, my children are one with me again, never to be separated..."

"And you—are you prepared for me to claim your fates?"

Elius's question was gentle, but everyone present knew their opinions held no weight.

Her coiled crimson locks began to writhe autonomously, slithering through the air like venomous red snakes, poised to coil around the players' limbs and necks.

The vast azure sky, the crumbling ruins of the white tower suspended in the air, the tiny figures inside, insect-like—and the dark red strands cascading like falling embers of hellfire...

Together, they formed a surreal painting in violent colors.

Had this scene a name, it could only be called *Disaster*.

Even those standing on the ground below found themselves gazing upward, transfixed by the deadly beauty.

The witch's shadow weighed on their chests as well—dark, colossal, eternal...

No shaking it off, no running away.

As the crimson strands pursued them, the players felt a cold clawing up from their souls, their thoughts growing sluggish.

The ominous premonition was unmistakable—their fates were about to be torn from their known paths and cast into the witch's clammy, frozen grip...

Many had already gripped their special items, ready to bail from the dungeon at any moment.

Then, abruptly, the snaking hair halted.

The danger was momentarily paused, and many players chose to hold on, waiting to see what would happen next.

Elius's expression shifted to one of puzzlement, her attention finally diverting from the players as she looked into the distance.

"So, there's a high-ranking Fate Domain figure trying to wrest control of your fates from me."

Her pupils contracted slightly, focusing on a dark-haired young man in the distance, before curling into a mocking smile.

"Let me see, hmm..." she mused lightly. "Ah, another castoff from fate."