Witch Monastery

Liberl Port was a city deeply intertwined with the Goddess of Magic: Its finest institution, Strixhaven University, was founded by five ancient dragons—all allies of the Goddess of Magic; its city guard, the Blackstaff Tower, consisted entirely of fifth-level Mages personally bestowed power by the Goddess of Magic; even its current Open Lord, Lady Laeral Silverhand, was the trueborn daughter of the Goddess of Magic…

Every facet of this city thrived under the influence of the Great Goddess. Thus, it was no surprise that when the Goddess of Magic—the mightiest golden pillar of the material world, nay, the entire Multiverse—vanished, Liberl Port swiftly declined, spiraled out of control, and became little more than a puppet city manipulated by foreign powers.

"Huh? None of you have heard of this?"

Charles scratched his head, watching the stunned expressions on the two witches' faces. "Why the shock? It's just a human military organization…"

Hattie swallowed hard, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief. "No, Master, what did you just… say?"

"The Goddess of Magic… is missing?!"

Charles nodded lightly. "Yeah, just—"

He opened his mouth to explain, then froze.

No!

The Goddess of Magic had been assassinated by the God of Murder and several other Evil Gods—her fate remained unknown, and no one knew of this yet!

This was a secret meant to be revealed in the late-game, possibly even after multiple major expansions!

Damn it! He'd read too many guides, been spoiled too many times, and completely forgotten this was a revelation years away. He'd almost spilled the truth!

If he carelessly let slip such words and drew the attention of that madman, the God of Murder, he'd have no one to blame but himself!

The thought sent a chill down Charles' spine. He quickly shook his head, dismissing his own words. "Never mind, just a speculation… Don't repeat it!"

The two witches' expressions turned grave, their faces hardening as they grasped the severity. In unison, they nodded. "Understood."

Charles exhaled deeply, then swiftly shifted the topic. "How's progress today?"

Hearing this, Hattie brightened. "Even smoother than expected, Master. Take a look—perhaps we can upgrade the monastery now?"

Charles raised a brow, tapping the system with his fingertip. His eyes gleamed.

The display confirmed the monastery's area had now expanded to 10,200 square meters—just enough to meet the upgrade requirement!

Coupled with the prestige amassed from the witches' frequent porridge offerings, they were fully prepared.

"Good." He gave a firm nod. "Tonight, once it's late, we'll upgrade the monastery to Level 2!"

Anticipation surged within him. His ambitions were about to ascend to new heights—a fresh beginning loomed on the horizon!

...

That night, within the monastery, in the main church—the place where the Goddess of Life was enshrined.

Six witches, along with Charles, gathered there, their expressions solemn. The monastery's upgrade was about to begin, a rare moment indeed, and so a sense of ceremony was necessary.

The goddess's statue stood over three meters tall, the layers of dust upon it now wiped clean, gleaming as never before.

In the past, unless inspectors from headquarters arrived, the witches wouldn't set foot here even once a year, leaving it in a near-completely abandoned state.

But now, everything had changed.

Gazing upon the saintly, maternal statue before him, Charles couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion. The Goddess of Life was, without a doubt, one of the kindest deities in this world. Every effort she made was solely for the happiness and well-being of her believers, that they might savor the beauty of life—nothing more, nothing less.

Yet, as if to prove the adage "the good die young," this benevolent goddess had also been betrayed. To this day, none knew whether she lived or perished—the game had never revealed it, likely saving the truth for a future update. But alas, Charles would never live to see it.

As he reflected on the goddess's noble yet tragic fate, his gaze lingered on her statue, unable to pull away. Noticing his demeanor, Hattie leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Master… could it be you've fallen for the Goddess of Life?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Charles quickly shook his head. "No. For this compassionate and all-loving goddess, I feel only reverence—not a shred of blasphemous desire."

Even as he spoke, he realized he'd been lost in memory for too long. Summoning the system, he decided to delay no further. "Well then, let us begin."

With that, he tapped lightly on the "Level" column within the monastery's system interface.

Buzz—

A thousand Purification Points flowed out like water. A milky radiance burst forth from the Goddess of Life's statue, spreading in an instant to envelop the entire monastery.

Outside, the old walls crumbled silently—only to be replaced by newer, taller, sturdier barriers, encircling all the land he had purchased and marking it as the monastery's domain.

Meanwhile, in the lobby, the witches sensed changes within their own bodies. The Goddess of Life's statue continued to emanate a gentle white light, bathing them in its glow. Their auras surged, their strength growing with every passing second.

Charles watched in astonishment before turning his eyes back to the goddess's statue, a thought forming in his mind.

Could the system's true nature be somehow intertwined with the missing Goddess of Life?

He didn't know. It was just a baseless conjecture. Across the room, the white light around the witches finally faded. Hattie raised her hands, sensing the surge in her magical power, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Master… I—I think I've grown stronger!"

Sephera's voice was even more exhilarated. "Master! My Essence… it feels partially restored!"

The other four wore equally exhilarated expressions, each having reaped tremendous benefits from the process. Charles maintained a composed smile, as if this were all expected—but upon hearing Sephera's words, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

What kind of power do Purification Points truly represent?

He couldn't unravel the mystery. These questions swirled in his mind, refusing to fade.

Ah, well. What will be, will be. At the very least, for now, the system brought him nothing but advantage—without it, he'd have been drained dry by Hattie on his very first day in this world.

For now, though, he'd focus on the task at hand.

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