Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 330: 127. Accompanying Witch_3

Thinking about the level of “Mental Trauma” increasing every 30 minutes, Noland Lee felt anxious and wished he could add a rocket booster to the magic car.

The magic car accelerated continuously, heading straight for Union City and leaving the double-winged mutants far behind.

Noland Lee looked away from the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and focused on driving the magic car through the sky.

From time to time, painful groans were heard from Philia inside the car.

After considering for a moment, Noland gritted his teeth and fetched a Life Elixir from the Blood Haven for Philia.

The Life Elixir was of no effect.

It was specifically designed for physical injuries, which had no impact on mental trauma.

Noland sighed in his heart.

Now he could only step on the gas and hurry back to Union City.

Time slowly passed, and the magic car raced through the sky.

Philia’s body convulsed in her seat, uttering frightened cries in her coma, as if she were fighting demons in her dreams.

Noland glanced at her panel; the “Psychic Trauma” would level up in three minutes, but they were still at least 40 minutes away from Union City.

As he felt anxious, a strange figure appeared in the distant grassland.

It was a woman.

She wore a black cloak with a black veil covering her face, holding a dimly lit torch in her left hand.

She was Denise Green, the Three-circled Wizard from the Revivalists Cult!

Noland immediately recognized her identity.

Denise waved her pale arm at the magic car as if trying to hitchhike.

She held the torch in her left hand and pointed at Philia in the passenger seat, then at herself with her right hand.

She nodded slightly at Noland as if to tell him she knew how to heal Philia.

Noland was puzzled about his encounter with Denise and wondered whether it was a coincidence or if she was waiting for him on purpose.

After giving it some thought, he slowed down a little and cast Deconstruction towards Denise.

He consumed some Energy Points to make sure she was indeed Denise Green herself, rather than a mental magic creation by Samuelson, then stopped the magic car in front of her.

The car door opened and closed; Denise sat down on the back seat, and the torch in her left hand disappeared.

She lifted the veil from her face, revealing a sharp chin and delicate face.

Looking at Noland through the rearview mirror, her pale golden eyes seem to sparkle.

“Hello, stranger wizard. I am Denise Green. I can heal Philia’s injuries. After that, I would like to have a private conversation with you. Is that okay?”

As Denise spoke, Noland felt wrapped in a subtle warmth, as if he was not in the car but by a cozy bonfire.

Noland nodded at Denise through the rearview mirror:

“Yes, Denise. As long as you heal Philia, I will have a private conversation with you.”

Denise nodded slightly.

“Hm.”

She raised her arms, reaching out both hands towards Philia, who was sitting in the front passenger seat.

Her fingers were flawless and crystal clear, with a delicate pink hue like that of a newborn child.

Her ten fingers gently pressed on Philia’s head.

Accompanied by a woman’s whispered chant, Denise’s fingertips emitted a faint yellow light like that of a firefly.

“At the beginning of life, the threads of fate are set.

“Threads that should break but do not, nourish the lamp of rebirth.”

The light from her fingertips disappeared into Philia’s skull, and the pain on her face vanished. Her pale cheeks regained their rosy hue, and her breath became steady and calm.

Noland cast Deconstruction, refreshed Philia’s Personal Panel, and glanced at her status bar.

The negative effect “Psychic Trauma” disappeared, replaced by a neutral “Heavy Sleep” state caused by energy overdraft.

“Thank you, Denise. What do you want to talk to me about?” Noland exhaled with relief, and looked at the beautiful witch in the back seat with confusion in his eyes.

“Now is not the time. When you are alone, just turn off other light sources and call my name in the dark. I will be there in time.”

Denise shook her head slightly and lowered the veil over her face again.

She silently opened the car door, raised her left hand, and summoned the torch.

With a quick flash of the torchlight, Denise and the torch both disappeared.

Her risky move of getting out of the moving car left Noland dumbfounded.

“At the beginning of life, the threads of fate are set. Threads that should break but do not, nourish the lamp of rebirth.”

Noland repeated the incantation Denise used during the spell, pondering its meaning.

The meaning of these two sentences was clear.

At the moment a life was born, its fate was basically determined.

Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a rat’s child can dig holes.

In a strict hierarchical social system, a person’s life trajectory is decided as soon as they are born.

Without any accidents, they have no chance of breaking that predetermined limit.

However, should an accident occur, such as the person not dying as expected, their life’s trajectory would change dramatically and tend to break away from the predetermined fate.

This type of phenomenon, in which a person doesn’t die when they should, is defined as a “rebirth” by the Revivalists Cult.