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In the forest, the girl who had pulled down her hood leaned against a big tree, her head slightly tilted upward, her pupils unfocused as she stared ahead.

"It's not like I wanted this."

"Hmph, what does it matter if it's a monster? I didn't save you to be thanked."

"That's enough."

The girl pulled her hood back up and, with cold but firm steps, walked deeper into the woods.

...

On a rarely trodden wilderness.

The girl in the black robe squinted, gazing at a figure in the distance.

She spoke loudly:

"Hmph, I am a person of misfortune, a cursed one."

"But we are all people of misfortune, all of us."

The girl with pink hair reached out her hand.

She also extended her hand.

But they were people whom the world could not tolerate.

They were witches, they were monsters.

"I heard that in a distant empire, witches can live like normal people."

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"We ultimately never reached the place of our dreams."

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"Yet, we were lucky to have come to a place like this."

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"Crow feathers are quite adorable too."

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"If you are willing, this place can also be your home."

Black crows flapped their wings.

The curse rooted in her bloodline was purged through evolution, but the bloodline itself was not original sin; rather, it was the key to wielding supernatural power.

She used to despise it.

Now she was grateful.

"I am an Emissary of the Crow, oh flock of crows, heed my command."

"Caw caw caw caw caw——"

...

In the laboratory, Isloa withdrew tube after tube of bright red blood from her body.

"According to my research, our witch bloodlines are not purely from magical creatures."

"Magical creatures and humans mate, giving birth to either pure magical creatures or humans mixed with the blood of monsters. These humans continue to propagate generation after generation, yet the magical creature's bloodline is firmly embedded within them.

This bloodline will awaken in a certain generation, a certain fitting individual, under certain circumstances; this is greatly typical for witches."

"Not every magical creature's bloodline can persist through generations of human propagation, but the persisting bloodlines usually have a highly prestigious origin. Your bloodline is so, and so is mine."

Sophia was neither Duo Lai nor Lian Yue; her knowledge was not as profound as Isloa's, but that did not mean she couldn't understand at all.

She was not illiterate.

"Are you saying..."

"Yes," Isloa said, "it can be roughly explained that some high-level entity disperses its own bloodline, contaminating and giving rise to many magical creatures. These creatures propagate and, through a series of events, give birth to witches like us."

"Even if it takes tens or hundreds of generations, the awakened bloodline in us witches is not inferior."

She was of an Excellence bloodline.

Sophia and the others also possessed rare bloodlines.

Rare, already a mark of genius in the common human world, it's just that the Eagle Kingdom was backward and ignorant.

"The evidence is ourselves."

"You've noticed too, right? With your Epic Three Stars rank, you already have the power to forcibly create 'offspring' with the Black Crow bloodline through empowerment. And if, disregarding the 'empowered ones' survival, you spread the bloodline power widely, it could be called 'contamination'. It's not the typical filthy contamination we often speak of." Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"This kind of contaminated offspring is controlled by the source of the bloodline, and there are still some aspects that I haven't figured out yet."

"Our successive evolutions might also be directed towards the source of the bloodline."

"But don't worry, when Lord granted us the miracle of evolution, the unstable factors of this bloodline power were surely purged. Otherwise, when our bloodline was promoted to epic, it would have probably attracted the attention of the bloodline source, an unknown existence."

Sophia was not worried at all.

She used to worry about these things, but now, she simply saw power as a weapon.

What people need to do is wield that weapon.

There was only one thing that upset her now.

"I've applied many times to scout at the main base of the Dragon Sleep Valley Vanguard Army, why does Lord keep rejecting me!?"

"If Lord wants to eradicate the army of Dragon Sleep Valley, shouldn't we understand the enemy's arrangements?"

She sighed.

Isloa exclaimed, "Do you really not understand? With our Lord's style, he would not let you go to such a dangerous place until you had developed absolute life-saving abilities. You, too, must cherish yourself; you are no longer the lone Night Crow Envoy on the wilderness."

Someone would be concerned.

Someone would worry.

She had family, a home.

Therefore, she had to infiltrate the main base in Dragon Sleep Valley; she must possess such power!

At this moment, the thoughts in her heart and the emotions filling her chest were exceptionally intense.

The light of evolution surged into the night.

The night too was effervescing in celebration.

The domain was expanding, reflecting with the darkness.

Nether Raven Storm, Phantom Night Eyes, Incarnation of the Nether Raven—all advanced during the evolution.

It was also at that moment,

"Ding!"

A prompt tone arrived on schedule by Mu Yuan's ear.

"Alert: Your hero 'Sophia' bathed in Miracle Radiance, evolved into the Legendary One-Star Life Form 'Master of Night Crows,' and birthed the Legend Power 'Lord of Crows.'"

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"Lord of Crows"

"Description: A symbol of the Lord of the Black Crow, wherever the 'Lord of Crows' points his finger, crows screech, and the heavens and earth invert."

"Ability ①: Black Crow Constructs created by the Lord of Crows possess the ability to absorb external energy autonomously, capable of an almost perpetual standby."

"Ability ②: Under the domination of the Lord of Crows, Black Crows and Black Crow Constructs have a slight chance to sprout wisdom. Wisdom Monsters controlled by the Lord of Crows possess the ability to cultivate and improve themselves."

"Ability ③: The Lord of Crows can descend in the form of Consciousness Descend upon Black Crow Constructs or some related Black Crow items (statues, totems). This descent ignores spatial distance and the stronger the construct, the greater the power the Lord of Crows can exert."

"Ability ④: When the body of the Lord of Crows falls, he can revive by seizing Black Crow Constructs within the range (currently 5300 kilometers), substituting death for life. The stronger the Substitute Black Crow's power, the more power the Lord of Crows retains after revival. If the Lord of Crows weakens to a certain degree, the ability to substitute death for life cannot be triggered."

"Ability ⑤: The Lord of Crows can retain a strand of his consciousness in a Black Crow Construct. Should the Lord of Crows completely perish, he can be reborn within the Black Crow Construct. (This ability requires the Soul Realm to use)"

Mu Yuan gazed up at the deep, profound night sky.

A miracle, it seemed, echoed back.

"Master of Night Crows, you symbolize the pinnacle of crow life."

...

In a deep part of the wilderness, shrouded by strands of Red Mist.

In the center of a large Monster Tribe, a lifelike statue of a Black Crow was being worshipped.

Below the statue, a Black Crow with crow wings growing from its back was kneeling forward with both hands raised high.

Hundreds of Wisdom Monsters followed the Chieftain's actions, kneeling in unison and presenting offerings.

Such acts of worship had been performed many times before.

But this time...

The Chieftain suddenly felt surprise, joy, ecstatic joy.

"God of Crows, Lord God of Crows has responded to us!"

In the obscurity, the Chieftain seemed to be in a mysterious land shrouded in grey mist.

He felt as insignificant as an ant.

At the end of the heavens and earth, a majestic and revered figure stood tall, looking down.

The Chieftain dared not raise his head.

Otherwise, he might have realized that this noble figure with indistinct features seemed...

...like a delicate human girl.

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In a secluded place deep in the wilderness, free from the drifting Red Mist.

Inside the ancient village shrine, a crow-shaped statue was also enshrined.

Old men prayed there, but only as a matter of formality, seeking peace of mind.

Just because this statue had been covered in dust, silent for hundreds of years.

Yet now, the long-silent statue stirred with barely noticeable light.

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Red Mist Land, somewhere.

Withered trees twisting vigorously, Black Crows lingering.

In the depths of this strange land, a grand and ancient temple stood.

An existence, neither human nor bird but oddly noble and dignified, closed its eyes and muttered faintly.

"Strange... faith... seems diminished."