Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

The haunting instructions from her so-called adoptive parents echoed in her ears like a curse.

“Remember, you can never let anyone discover the source of your power. Or else…”

She never paid attention to their endless rules when they were alive, and she had no plans of adhering to most of them.

But now, having sat on the Withering Throne, holding the authority to determine the prosperity or the destruction of all living beings in Emerald Province, she was determined to carry them out to the end.

Anyone who tried to pry into the truth of this power had to be granted eternal slumber.

No matter who this stranger was, she couldn’t let him leave the hall alive.

Restrictions lifted…

Creatons at maximum power…

Critical Engineering… Routes 1, 3, 4, 5, 7 opened…

Puppet spell activated…

Beginning construction of Emulated Eyes of God…

This wasn’t a test or a game, she confirmed the battle’s nature and suppressed her curiosity to know the stranger’s true identity.

She had one goal—to eliminate the other party.

The White Bone Castle was no longer just a castle. It was now a part of Floral’s body, a weapon of magical destruction. The palace roared with power as the magic flowed through it, activating spell after deadly spell.

Floral was in control, and she demonstrated it by sealing off all escape routes with the doors and windows of the castle. And then, the statues and mural figures in the hall seemed to come to life, turning their eyes to the man who approached the throne.

On the ground, more than ten spells were activated at once, aimed at weakening her opponent.

Crush, Mana Drain, Aging Curse, Slow, Fragile, Spatial Seal…

Meanwhile, three Divine Realm and four Legendary spells were gathering their energy, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“Whoa, are you getting serious?” the man said calmly, facing the oncoming barrage of spells.

Floral was uneasy, but she had confidence in the temple she had built. She activated the spells she had prepared.

The Emulated Eyes of God that she had developed from the information she had gathered from the Blind Sisters completely locked onto the other party’s location. After confirming that the other party had no room to dodge, seven single-target damage spells of different colors and attributes, but with equal power, struck the man at once.

With a deafening explosion, the hall was filled with light and magic, so bright that it could blind those who looked at the windows from a few kilometers away.

The sound of a glass ball shattering sounded from somewhere. Floral, who was sitting on the throne, raised her hand and wiped her right eye.

The magical power emitting from her right eye had already waned.

Floral unleashed a powerful strike, a combination of three Divine Realm and four Legendary spells, capable of banishing Demon Generals back to the Moon Realm. But, the magic turbulence from the strike shattered her Emulated Eyes of God spell.

Despite the loss of the precious prototype, Floral had no regrets. This was the strongest strike she could unleash, with the enhancement of the Withering Throne and the strength of her ether domain.

Although she didn’t know what the other party was thinking for not taking any defensive measures, even if he did, he probably wouldn’t be able to avoid ending up like this—being blasted to death.

Once she made up her mind to kill the other party, she would use everything at her disposal from the beginning.

Floral was a seasoned warrior, who didn’t test her opponent or underestimate them. She never gave them a chance to counterattack, as this was her style in a life-and-death battle.

Back when she wasn’t as powerful, she had defeated many stronger opponents using this tactic.

As she gazed at the remnant mana flowing everywhere in the middle of the hall, Floral let out a sigh of relief.

But, she soon noticed something strange—the remaining mana was not dissipating as quickly as usual. Instead, it continued to circle the explosion.

Something’s not right…

Before she could reload her spells, the man’s voice echoed through the magical surge:

“How surprising,” he said. “Is it possible that you just play your Ace card at the beginning of the game?”

Floral’s usually calm demeanor shattered at the sound of the voice that should not exist. Her voice trembled as she asked, “How are you still alive…”

She had used her Emulated Eyes of God to see that there were no signs of any defensive magic spells conjured by the man. Not even the most advanced protective gear and accessories could save someone without any defenses. This was impossible.