Chapter 89:

“Krisha, can you tell me what happened after I died?” Xu Xi asked, his tone filled with curiosity.

He had long wondered what events happened after the second simulation ended, especially since the simulator’s settlement panel had displayed the term Supreme God.

“Yes, after you left…” Krisha began softly, recounting the events in a calm, measured tone.

She described how she discovered manuscripts in the study, uprooted the church and its gods, eradicated belief in deities, and eventually fought her way to the heavens.

Her words were devoid of emotion, like a mechanical retelling of history.

She narrated her triumph over the magical world’s crown and subsequent conquest of chaos, all with the same neutral cadence.

As Xu Xi listened, disbelief etched itself onto his face.

He could barely fathom that the witch he once knew—the quiet, timid Krisha—had become such an unstoppable force.

“It’s unbelievable…” he muttered, his gaze shifting between Krisha and the calm expression on her face.

The Supreme God who ruled over divine powers.

The Lord of Time and Space symbolizing creation and finality.

The Eternal One who transcended chaos itself.

Xu Xi’s understanding of gods was minimal, limited to the faint divine power released by the God of Light during Allenson’s attack. Imagining the vastness of Krisha’s current power was like trying to grasp infinity.

“Strong. Strong. Super strong,” was all he could summarize.

“It’s good that nothing happened to you,” Xu Xi said, breaking the silence. His voice softened as he reached out his hand to gently pat Krisha’s head.

He didn’t care about her strength or titles; he only cared about the risks she had taken. His original wish was for her to live peacefully in the magical world, away from danger.

Instead, his death had pushed her to overturn the heavens and embark on a path he had never envisioned.

If time could turn back, even knowing she would become the Supreme God, Xu Xi would never have allowed her to take such risks. Her safety mattered far more than any power she could acquire.

With a gentle flick, Xu Xi tapped her forehead. “Don’t be so reckless in the future.”

“Yes…” Krisha responded softly, her hand covering her forehead. But her blank expression made it unclear whether she truly understood.

Despite the dim lighting and emptiness of the living room, Krisha felt at ease. Xu Xi’s presence alone brought her peace and warmth, dispelling any loneliness.

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics. Xu Xi asked about Krisha’s life after the simulation, her newfound powers, and her position as the Supreme God.

Then, a thought struck him.

“Krisha, is the person sitting here with me your true body?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

The earth was far too fragile to withstand the presence of a Supreme God.

Krisha’s answer was simple. “I met a kind-hearted person.”

“A kind-hearted person?” Xu Xi repeated, puzzled.

“Yes. She taught me how to project my consciousness. The one speaking to you now is merely a projection,” she explained.

“I see,” Xu Xi said, nodding in understanding.

The revelation made sense. It was the only way she could be here without overwhelming the fragile earth.

“I really have to thank that kind person,” Xu Xi mused aloud. Whoever this benefactor was, they must have been an extraordinary being to aid someone like Krisha.

Unbeknownst to him, the Eternal Teardrops on his wrist briefly caught Krisha’s attention.

“…Somewhat familiar…” she murmured to herself.

The conversation shifted again as Xu Xi showed Krisha around the courtyard. They toured the various rooms, and Xu Xi even joked about relying on her protection now that she was so powerful.

Krisha, however, took the comment seriously. She stayed close to him, following like a shadow guarding its light.

Finally, they arrived at Xu Xi’s room.

The first thing Krisha noticed was the large wooden storage cabinet. Her eyes landed on two familiar items inside: the scorched gray wand and an ordinary sugar bowl.

“Master, what is this?” Krisha asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

“Surprised, Krisha?” Xu Xi said, smiling. He opened the cabinet, retrieving the burnt wand.

“The wand you lost back then came back to me by chance. I kept it as a keepsake. But now that you’re here, do you want it back? After all, it’s yours.”

Krisha shook her head slightly, her gaze shifting to the sugar bowl.

“And this?” she asked, pointing at it.

Xu Xi hesitated before answering. “It’s… a very important memory. It might look like just a candy jar, but it holds meaning for me.”

Krisha seemed to understand.

Slowly, she stepped forward and adjusted the items in the cabinet.

When she was done, the wand occupied the first position.