Chapter 112: The Empress of Eternal Night’s Love Notes
After boldly making her move that night, the Empress of Eternal Night claimed it was a strategic retreat, yet she knew deep down there was a hint of running away involved.
To artificially prolong a book this way was, to put it bluntly, like holding your breath to extend your life. It was hardly fair play…
But what malicious intentions could an Empress possibly harbor?
She was just used to charging in headfirst. Discovering it wasn’t an enemy, and that it wasn’t something she could simply charge to death and be done with, she then clutched the Meteor Shower in bewilderment.
She tossed and turned all night, unable to enter a meditative state. She decided to go to the Chapter of Imbalance to oversee the creation of an item she had commissioned a long time ago, for which the materials were finally all gathered.
The night passed like that, her attention diverted by work, followed by watching the spectacle at the magician’s camp.
While happily watching, she couldn’t help but think, wouldn’t it be even more joyful if she called that little guy over to watch and complain together?
A girl’s thoughts aren’t complicated; she simply wants to share all the things she likes, is interested in, or finds good, with the person she likes, so that everyone can appreciate the same joy.
If it were in the past, the Empress of Eternal Night would have simply issued a decree via a magic beacon. But today, she hesitated.
After being so impulsive last night, would he think she was a casual person, and thus not cherish her?
If that guy were to continue making unreasonable demands, with just the two of them, should she agree or agree, or agree?
Master Tai once said that men are always greedy and pushy creatures.
Therefore, I cannot casually summon him to the palace. I must prepare myself beautifully!
Although the Empress of Eternal Night was confident in her beauty, she also wished to enhance it through various means.
She had many new clothes that she hadn’t worn yet, and now was the time to put them to use!
While changing clothes and applying makeup, she pondered that she needed to plan her daily progress and not rush straight to the grand finale.
She knew clearly that she had a tendency to get overly invested.
If she could defeat an enemy in one go, she would naturally be reckless. But for a relationship that needed to be maintained long-term, oh, that was so troublesome!
Contemplating the complex transformation from theory to practice, the Empress of Eternal Night began to chicken out. She took out her love notes, compiled from her reading of “Anecdotes of Taibella.”
Here were also the final chapter insights from Old Josdar, who had recently supplemented her understanding. They were recorded alongside Taibella’s exceptionally advanced understanding of male-female relationships for her era:
“A truly good girl is a girl who fears getting hurt and waits for love, who is always insecure and waits twenty years to confirm a relationship. No matter how handsome the man, insist on treating him as a good friend. Even if you talk about everything and have slept together fifty times, you only want to be good to him as a friend.
Good girls never directly express their needs. They don’t say what they want directly, but rather say, ‘I’ve never had this before, *whimper*.’ When he wants to buy it for you, remember to say it’s not good, it’s too troublesome.
Good girls don’t care if the other person has a partner or not. Don’t expose their lies. If he says he’s disappearing for seven days because he’s working, remember to say, ‘Oh, you must be working very hard. Be sure to rest.’
Remember to be the ultimate victor. Don’t actively compare yourself to any other woman, but become a different firework from those alluring enchantresses. No one buys two identical vases to place in their home…”
In addition, there were various other small details, and later, the Empress of Eternal Night recorded her observations of Roger.
All of these combined formed a very complex application problem with no clear answer yet.
“Why can’t I solve the problem with one berserk charm? If that doesn’t work, then two!”
The Empress of Eternal Night sighed and began to ponder the women Roger might come into contact with.
Angelina, Little Joy, Tasika… Margaret?
Compared to them, she was indeed very different, wasn’t she?
Because she was the Empress of Eternal Night!
They couldn’t defeat her!
But the Empress of Eternal Night was invincible and didn’t need good friends, nor was she insecure…
Ah, it seems Taibella becoming a Goddess of War was not a simple matter!
The Empress of Eternal Night threw the notebook back into her private Demiplane storage. She decided not to meet him privately anymore and wait until there was actual business to discuss.
If it were just casual conversation, after realizing she could skip the confession part of the walkthrough…
She feared the situation would be quite awkward.
Composure.
Patience.
And then a little teasing!
The Empress of Eternal Night returned to the Chapter of Imbalance and asked the person in charge here, the Third Advisor of the Arcane Conclave, Frankenstein: “Is there anything Your Majesty needs to handle immediately?”
Frankenstein was an alchemical mecha-girl with cherry-blossom pink hair and a golden horn.
She was originally an excellent alchemist, but in a mad experiment, she lost an arm and a leg, replacing them with self-made mechanical prosthetics.
Then she discovered the convenience of a mechanical body and underwent even more extreme modifications, gradually replacing other organs.
Now, only her brain remained of its original biological structure. This mecha-girl, who loved to wear a pure white wedding dress, had legs of a silvery-white metallic sheen.
She also possessed the strength of a top legendary mage, classified as a Mechanical Spirit, with formidable combat power.
She had irreplaceable advantages over other mages in managing the Arcane Conclave, projects, and material management.
Frankenstein respectfully replied: “Your Majesty, the Shadow Puppet has been successfully modified and awaits your acceptance; also, Dean Hull has just sent a set of equipment that also requires your personal inspection.”
The Empress of Eternal Night nodded and summoned the two groups of alchemists responsible to hear their reports.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty?”
While listening, Frankenstein noticed the Empress of Eternal Night was distracted.
“Hm? Hm… everything is fine.”
The Empress of Eternal Night snapped back to attention, a mysterious smile on her face.
Here were the important matters requiring Roger’s attention, weren’t they?
She sent a message to Roger via magic beacon: “Come to the Chapter of Imbalance for a meeting.”
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The influence of the Magician’s Camp began to spread among more mages.
Although it first premiered in “Arcane Musings,” one did not need a subscription to the magazine to enter the Magician’s Camp. All that was required was to know the coordinates and learn the simplified magic created by the Empress of Eternal Night.
If Roger could learn it quickly, it meant that most magic apprentices could also perform it smoothly, entering this virtual space exclusive to imperial mages.
Low-level mages couldn’t challenge the Endless Tower yet, but that didn’t stop them from browsing the message boards, taking a stroll with jokes, or worshipping the places where the great mages had fought.
Not only in Audi, but mages from other parts of the empire also gradually entered the Magician’s Camp, understanding and discovering the joy of this new way of communication.
However, mages from other countries could only browse but not speak.
Naturally, unrestrained communication behind disguised identities inevitably led to many disputes.
If one got too excited, theoretical arguments would escalate into questioning the other’s background and stance, implying intellectual disability, and finally cursing their entire family…
If both parties did not reveal their identities, nothing would happen. However, it was inevitable that some fearless powerhouses, unable to control their temper, would reveal their identities and publicly challenge each other.
Or, an old rival might find out their real identity behind the disguise, leading to private confrontations and then arranged duels.
After all, anonymity was just a user-selected feature. The strong valued their dignity and pride and disdained hiding.
Despite such unpleasant incidents, the vast majority of mages expressed their approval of the Magician’s Camp and praised Lord Kaz as one of the greatest mages of the era, hailing the message board as the greatest invention of the year.
Climbing the tower was too difficult and somewhat disappointing, but flooding the forums was truly joyful!
If mages didn’t have to work to sustain their lives, cultivation, and experiments, some would get hooked and never want to leave, with endless new messages waiting for them.
This was already early-stage internet addiction, and perhaps only lightning magic could slightly alleviate it.
Given the acceptance level of mages, the Magician’s Camp could be considered a great success.
It was foreseeable that as the message board grew and more users participated, it would usher in a period of rapid user growth.
However, for the Empress of Eternal Night personally, there was some regret.
The Endless Tower, which her hard work had designed, ultimately attracted less attention than an auxiliary function that Roger had casually mentioned. This made her quite resentful.
Initially, when she saw the enthusiasm for the tower dwindle, she felt she had set the difficulty too high.
Later, she quietly adjusted it, but the people chatting outside still far outnumbered those climbing the tower to fight.
This eventually led to a tenfold difference in numbers.
Even though chatting offered no rewards, everyone was highly interested.
The Endless Tower, which rewarded legendary weapons, was becoming increasingly deserted. Wasn’t that infuriating?
The message board was growing like a snowball. The more people participated, the more interesting content there was, and the more in-depth topics there were, forming a positive feedback loop that attracted more and more people.
The low cost of posting stimulated the human hidden desire to express themselves.
In contrast, the Endless Tower was a difficult and boring single-player game, with no growth attributes, relying solely on accumulation and operation. Its competitiveness was truly not on the same level.
Only those core mages who enjoyed challenging themselves and pushing their limits would continuously attempt the tower.
Normal mages actually preferred to dominate weaker opponents rather than improve themselves by being dominated…
The Empress of Eternal Night was annoyed for a while but then came to terms with it.
So what if it was a feature suggested by that brat Roger? The mages were still praising Lord Kaz.
After all, he was just the one who suggested it; implementing the function still relied on me.
I created this virtual World!
This detour was just proof that copying homework is always the best approach. To toil and invent for these unappreciative mages, they don’t deserve it!
My Azurevine’s national policy is to steadfastly copy homework for a hundred years without wavering!
What belongs to a subordinate belongs to the Empress, and what belongs to the Empress still belongs to the Empress. In the end, all glory will return to me!
Please praise Lord Kaz to your heart’s content, my citizens!
After a bout of self-therapy, she admired the well-functioning data of the Magician’s Camp and the Empress of Eternal Night was quite satisfied.
Eris, the demon worm she had named Zero, was also quite happy.
It fed on negative emotions, a naturally born monster. The Endless Tower bred pain and despair, while the message board bred anger and arrogance.
While not as pure and delicious as pain, it was still a great tonic for the Eris worm.
After being tortured and modified relentlessly by the Empress of Eternal Night, the season of harvest had finally arrived.
One must know that in its spiritual domain were a large number of legendary mages and archmages. These were individuals who, on normal days, would take great pains to lure even one in. Now, they were willingly flocking in, a veritable feast!
Those with stronger mental power generated more intense emotions, which were top-quality delicacies.
Nourished by these emotions, the Eris worm recovered the energy consumed during its previous modifications. The surplus emotions then flowed into its true self, hidden in the void, shimmering with a faint light, triggering changes it had never experienced before…
Zero was dazed and confused. It only had the intelligence equivalent to a young child, an instinctive subservience to the strong, but it couldn’t ponder complex problems.
A new department had been specifically established by the Arcane Conclave to monitor, record, assist, and research the Magician’s Camp around the clock. It was called the Mental Space Management Department.
Initially abbreviated as “Jing Guan Bu,” colleagues teased them, saying they should work in the Abyss Mill controlling the output of those customers. So, they began to call themselves “Kong Guan Bu.”
The members of Kong Guan Bu recorded the changes happening to Zero every moment, discovered anomalies, and attempted to analyze the truth hidden behind this pattern of condensing emotions to strengthen oneself.
“Is it similar to collecting divine faith? A weakened, primitive, and very limited form of deification?”
The data was compiled to the head of Kong Guan Bu, who frowned and analyzed the literature and research he had seen, suspecting something but not daring to be certain.
He chose to report this discovery. If the Empire could master the method of deification or unravel the mystery of the early birth of deities, it might provide some reference for the confrontation against gods.
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In the void, a Demiplane, the Chapter of Imbalance.
Roger received the Empress of Eternal Night’s invitation. He first settled the matters at Bingyin Villa before teleporting to Fengling Yueying Palace, and then through a teleportation array, arrived at the Chapter of Imbalance.
Now, guided by the mechanical construct attendants here, he wound his way through, unsure where he was being led.
Whether in the game or after transmigrating, this was his first time entering the most powerful alchemical laboratory in the Eternal Night World. He found it quite novel and his eyes couldn’t take it all in.
The corridors here were clean and dust-free, and the rooms were arranged according to some pattern he couldn’t understand.
The style was not what he had imagined: a chaotic scene with bubbling potions, terrifying evil magic circles scattered everywhere, and constant explosions triggering full-tower alarms.
On the contrary, here was an orderly, cold, and merciless style that looked somewhat sci-fi!
Occasionally, he encountered mages rushing down the corridors. Although they weren’t wearing lab coats, their eyes held the rationality and indifference of scientists.
Roger felt that when the path of magic reached a certain level, it was similar to science—both used wisdom to analyze the rules of the World, summarize them into theorems and formulas, and then strengthen oneself, transforming into world-altering power.
Mages were indeed very hardworking. Those who could transform by relying on bloodlines and sleep were called Sorcerers. They were the rich and handsome, and the beautiful and talented among spellcasters.
Sorcerers were exemplary in conquering magical power through extremely high charisma and then haphazardly mastering magic. This was the state Roger yearned for.
Having awakened his Phoenix bloodline, coupled with some suitable passive abilities, it wasn’t just wishful thinking to envy the convenience of Sorcerers. He actually had a chance.
Sometimes, Roger even suspected that the Empress of Eternal Night, being such a brute, should be a Sorcerer.
Yet, she was actually a pure mage, with all her magic power and myriad spells cultivated and researched by herself.
Soon, he arrived at a huge laboratory. Mages of different levels were busy using various spells and strange alchemical instruments to test an iron box the size of a laptop.
The Empress of Eternal Night sat on a swivel chair at the end of the room, her legs elegantly crossed. She tapped her toes on the ground, turning to look at Roger, a sly and triumphant smile on her face:
“Minister Roger, does this item resemble the recorder you spoke of?”
P.S. Some of Taibella’s views are from the Weibo user @人五’s “Bitch’s Guide.”
