Chapter 60: The Mountains Cheer My Name

“Wuwuwu——”

A low resonance echoed within the library, as if the entire building was trembling for what was about to happen.

Mel's body began to convulse violently, an unnatural glow surging beneath her skin, as if something was about to burst out.

“Arghhh—!”

She let out a heart-wrenching roar, a sound filled with endless pain and anger.

The girl's amber eyes turned into pure scarlet, like two blood moons emitting a strange light.

Countless twisted runes were reflected in those pupils, runes that were spinning frantically, as if to devour the entire world.

Seeing this, the expression on Allen's face quickly changed from surprise to ecstasy.

As if he had seen some supreme and beautiful sight.

A mad glint shone in his eyes, and a twisted smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“That's right, just like this.... Spit out all this Quintessence!”

Allen's fingertips wrote the living formula of "The Law of Conservation of Energy" in the air.

The writhing Greek letters pierced Mel's temples like suction cups.

The dissipating Quintessence around the girl suddenly solidified, turning into thirty umbilical cords flowing with the annotations of "Principles of Alchemy", and was being crazily extracted.

“Drip—drip—”

Blood flowed from the corners of Mel's eyes, her nostrils, and her mouth, but it was no longer ordinary blood.

It was the essence carrying Quintessence.

When the blood drops hit the ground, they instantly transformed into complex runes, which were then greedily devoured by the altar beneath her feet.

The entire library began to shake violently, the space between the bookshelves started to distort, and countless pages flew through the air.

Allen's maniacal laughter echoed in the library.

His hands waved in the air like a conductor, controlling this insane ritual.

Mel's body was suspended in mid-air, being torn apart by an invisible force, Quintessence constantly pouring out of her.

The pages flying in the air all turned into sharp blades at this moment, cutting countless wounds on Mel's body.

Blood mixed with Quintessence gushed out from the cuts, replenishing the energy for the ritual's activation.

Mel felt her consciousness hovering on the verge of collapse.

She sat paralyzed on the altar made of books.

Having entered the Development Phase, she still seemed too insignificant in front of Allen, who was already at the Golden stage.

The books beneath her were constantly gnawing at her body, devouring her Quintessence in large mouthfuls.

Pain washed over her like a tsunami, every inch of her skin enduring the agony of burning and tearing.

Her blood boiled, and the Quintessence in her body surged frantically, refusing to let go of any possible outlet.

“Quintessence reserves are complete.”

Allen's voice carried a hint of fanaticism.

He turned around, looking down at Mel from above, and spread his arms wide.

“Next, let us—have an audience with the Truth!”

Amidst Allen's maniacal laughter, Mel's Quintessence was continuously extracted.

Below the altar, thousands upon thousands of words were engaged in a frenzied carnival.

“Boom—!”

The heavy oak bookshelves shook violently, and the carefully collected rare books and ancient manuscripts opened automatically.

The ink of Latin, Ancient Greek, and medieval manuscripts began to flow, moving across the paper like black streams.

As if undergoing a reorganization that spanned time and space.

The gilt lettering on the spines peeled off, turning into golden butterflies that danced in the air.

Every letter was glowing, illuminating the dim library.

The God's descent ritual, had begun.

“What... is that?”

Vilnia pointed at the library in front of her in horror.

“Don't go over there!”

Hyde stepped forward and grabbed Vilnia, his brows tightly furrowed as he stared ahead.

“But Mel—”

“The God's descent ritual has already begun!”

Hyde shouted loudly.

Passersby watched the supernatural scene in horror.

The scale of it was already beyond what 【Nothing is Taboo】 could conceal.

“Look!”

Just then, Lawrence suddenly noticed something and pointed in another direction.

Everyone followed his gaze, and their pupils contracted abruptly.

Words.

There were words everywhere.

The street signs, the shop signs.

The text in newspapers, the content on envelopes, the epitaphs on tombstones, the slogans on modern billboards, even the symbols doodled by children....

All symbols broke free from their material bonds at this moment, beginning to twist, to mutate.

Some began to multiply, others began to devour each other.

All the words had come to life.

The air throughout Dunke City was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

“Wuwuwu——”

A low resonance echoed in the air, as if some ancient power was watching this place.

The words on the street signs suddenly twisted and deformed, the letters on the metal plates as if kneaded and reshaped by an invisible hand.

The slogans on the billboards began to flow, sliding down like melted wax before solidifying again.

The graffiti on the walls began to move, the street artists' signatures twisting and deforming.

Advertising flyers on the ground, washed by the rain, suddenly came to life, the ink reappearing, but forming entirely new meanings.

The entire Dunke City was plunged into an unprecedented storm of words.

Dunke City University.

In the classroom, the chalk words on the blackboard suddenly came alive.

Physics formulas, chemical equations, literary quotes.

All the words began to tremble violently, then, as if drawn by some invisible force, they reorganized.

“Patapata——”

Textbooks opened automatically, the pages flipping wildly.

The words on every page were twisting and deforming, the ink like living ants crawling across the paper.

“This is impossible... this violates all known laws of physics!”

The professor said, trembling, as he watched the formulas he had meticulously written reorganize themselves on the blackboard.

Municipal Archives.

“Boom—!”

The heavy steel file cabinets suddenly burst open, decades of government documents swept up as if by a tornado.

Birth certificates, death records, marriage registrations, the text on every page was trembling.

The heavy doors of the file cabinets were pushed open by an invisible force, and decades of accumulated records spewed out.

On the yellowed paper, every letter was trembling.

The elderly archivist muttered to himself, watching the official documents circle in the air.

“The words... they are singing...”

Municipal Hospital - Medical Records Room.

Decades of medical records opened simultaneously, the words that recorded life and death broke free from the paper's bonds.

Diagnosis reports, prescription slips, surgical records, all the medical terms were undergoing a bizarre reorganization.

Dunke City Newspaper Office.

The printing press ran frantically, but it only spat out chaotic symbols.

All documents were rewriting themselves, every letter undergoing some mysterious transformation.

Every sheet of paper ejected from the printer had the same words, in different fonts, different sizes, repeating, overlapping.

Until the ink had completely soaked the paper.

Dunke City Cemetery.

The inscriptions on every tombstone were writhing, the words recording the names of the deceased were reorganizing.

Even the ancient texts recorded on pottery shards and stone tablets unearthed from ruins in the history museum were not to be outdone.

A strange resonance echoed in the air, as if thousands of voices were whispering at the same time.

Amidst the low resonance, even the names of the dead were singing.

“What.... what in the world is this....”

Vilnia trembled as she picked up a newspaper at her feet, watching the printed words twist before her eyes.

Every letter seemed to have a life of its own, crawling and reorganizing on the paper.

The entire city was shrouded in an eerie silence, with only the words constantly flowing, reorganizing.

From the most ancient stone inscriptions to ink characters.

They all seemed to be searching for some ultimate form, pursuing some mysterious truth.

All the words were transforming towards the same meaning.

All the words were cheering for the same name: —Mel Rossetti!