Mist Empire’s Rise: Fake Noble to Fog Queen

Chapter 345 Mist Empire’s Rise:- 343: Thanks to Lezhu Li for the Divine Certification!

The dark elf stared blankly at the girl on the altar. Her silky white hair brushed past his cold face. Suddenly, his chest filled with the sound of a pounding heartbeat.

Long loneliness had brought him an illusory dream. He couldn't tell if this was reality or his imagination.

This was just an ordinary morning. Like always, he'd returned to the alchemy town to start his day's work. As he prepared to go out, a faint magical energy fluctuation came from the town's altar.

He'd searched this entire continent. Besides himself, there were no other footprints on the vast land. But just now, that mysteriously appearing teleportation rune had been activated by someone.

Overjoyed, he rushed to the altar's edge, thinking the deity would descend here. Unfortunately, that magical fluctuation was like a wisp of ethereal sighing—it vanished in an instant.

It must be an illusion, he thought. After all, this wasn't the first time he'd experienced such illusions.

Disappointment washed over him like oppressive seawater. He turned and walked to the eaves of the empty town, standing motionless for a long time.

Until he heard the sound of beating wings in the wind. He looked up at the breaking dawn sky. In that instant, he saw the morning light pierce through the sea of clouds, and from that radiance flew a holy figure.

The rising sun appeared behind her. The pale morning light outlined her slender, powerful silhouette. Those pure white wings wore golden brilliance. Her flying snow-colored hair nearly melted in the brilliant warm sunlight.

When she landed on the altar and turned to look at him, those eyes—deep as the night sky—filled with gentle light.

"My believer, you still haven't told me your name."

The ethereal voice was carried by the wind to his ears, echoing layer upon layer in his mind.

His name. What was his name?

The long, lonely years had made him forget many things. A thousand years—for a thousand years, no one had called his name. What was he called? He could barely remember.

The dark elf searched through all the memories in his mind, finally dredging up a fragment of broken voices from the depths of memory:

Ah, the Tree of Life's power source is nearly depleted... A hundred years and it only produced this one bud...

This is probably the last little elf the Tree of Life will ever birth...

A name? Let's call him Loren Hill. In Elvish, it means "miracle that changes fate." I hope we can wait for a miracle...

"Loren Hill," the dark elf said, gazing up devoutly at the girl on the altar. In a hoarse voice, word by word, he said, "My name is Loren Hill."

"Loren Hill?"

Luo Wei repeated it once, surprised to find the name quite suited her naming style.

She looked at the dark elf. "So, Loren Hill, do you know who I am?"

The dark elf said quietly, "You are... the deity I believe in... You are... the Goddess of Death and Time..."

His voice was halting, his gaze alternating between firm and confused. The voice in his heart seemed to interfere with his thoughts, making him doubt whether this scene was real.

"No, I am not the Goddess of Death and Time." Luo Wei denied his answer.

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"Not?" The dark elf's head snapped up, fierce struggle appearing in his eyes.

"No."

Luo Wei walked down the altar step by step. "I am not the Goddess of Death and Time. I am her incarnation descended to the mortal world. I am the Queen of the Kingdom of Time, the Master of Redemption and Slaughter."

She walked to directly in front of the dark elf and stopped three meters away. Before his eyes, she withdrew her wings, and her white hair turned to black.

The hazy radiance that had shrouded her dispersed. It turned out that aside from stunning beauty, she was no different from mortals.

"I've disappointed you, Loren."

"This body is just a fragile human."

She gazed at the dark elf's face. The dark elf hurriedly lowered his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say he wasn't disappointed, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

Was he really not disappointed?

He'd waited a thousand years. He thought when the deity descended, she could save his people. He'd been working toward that goal all along. But the incarnation that descended here hadn't saved them.

The deity's incarnation before him was pitifully weak. In terms of strength, she couldn't even match his newborn body. Even her magical fluctuations were as faint as an infant's.

What could such a weak incarnation do in the mortal world?

Great Goddess of Death and Time—was his devotion and offerings not enough? Why wouldn't she grant them a miracle?

No, that's not right. Another voice in his mind told him the miracle had already appeared once.

The deity was compassionate and merciful. Before he even believed in her, she had stopped him from self-harm and revealed her divine sign to him.

Instead, it was him—he wasn't devout or loyal enough. He actually dared to question the deity's arrangements and tried to demand things from her.

The dark elf felt ashamed. He bowed his head and said hoarsely, "My Lord's incarnation is the same as her presence. You are still the deity I worship."

"Is that so?" Luo Wei chuckled lightly. "Aren't you afraid I'm deceiving you? What if I'm not her incarnation?"

The dark elf answered with lowered head, "You wouldn't deceive me. You carry the aura of the withered Tree of Life."

The dark elf believed the Goddess of Death and Time must be the deity of the elf race. She was born when the Tree of Life withered and granted him new life.

Luo Wei felt slightly curious. What exactly was the aura of the withered Tree of Life?

This was the second time someone had said she carried the aura of the withered Tree of Life. The first person to say this was the Gorgon sea serpent woman.

But she couldn't ask this question—it would make her seem ignorant.

Luo Wei changed the subject, looking at the surrounding buildings. "When did you build this town?"

The dark elf couldn't remember clearly either. He gave a rough number. "About a hundred years ago."

A hundred years ago?

Luo Wei remembered that from when she first had the idea to mine gold until now was only four months. But for the dark elf, a hundred years had passed?

Could it be that the divine commands she transmitted through her thoughts all went back many years into the past?

Her thoughts shifted slightly. Luo Wei lifted her foot and walked toward the alchemy house deeper in the town, speaking as she went. "Tell me what you've done these past five hundred years."

"Yes, my Lord."

The dark elf turned and followed, recounting the peaceful time he'd spent on this continent.

"Five hundred years ago, I received your divine command. I left the underground palace and returned to Elf City..."

He spent two hundred years rebuilding Elf City, expanding its area to five times its original size. He also built a magnificent temple and splendid palace for Luo Wei.

After finishing Elf City, he spent another two hundred years traveling across the Misty Plains continent, finding the old sites of various elf tribes. On those sites, he built five distinctive small cities.

A hundred years ago, the deity sent him a second divine command, telling him to search for gold mines on the continent. So he came here and built this town at the foot of the gold mine mountain.

Fifty years ago, he received the third divine command from the Goddess of Death and Time, telling him to cultivate land in the southern continent to grow spices. So he built another Spice City in the southern continent.

Though he was the only person on this continent and five hundred years sounded very long, he truly hadn't rested much all these years.

After a city was built, you couldn't just leave it there and ignore it. It needed regular maintenance and renovation.

Especially places where no one lived—they'd quickly be overrun by animals and plants. In less than half a year, they'd become desolate and dilapidated.

Like this alchemy town—the wooden buildings constructed a hundred years ago had long since loosened and tilted. The boards and pillars were full of termites. He had to do major repairs almost every year. Who knows how many pieces of wood he'd replaced.

One royal city, five elf cities, one spice city, plus one alchemy town. He was constantly running from south to north, from east to west. For five hundred years, he'd worked day and night without a single good night's sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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