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Chapter 6: The Witch of Inya Kone Village
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Chapter 6: The Witch of Inya Kone Village
Part 1
After spending some time creating his first artifacts and techniques...
Adrian returned to his normal life.
To everyone around him, he was still the same Adrian Voss.
A young man from Hinthada.
A final-year university student.
A son living with his family.
The mysteries surrounding his existence remained hidden.
One morning...
His father mentioned visiting a relative.
"My older sister's village hasn't been visited for a long time."
"We should go there together."
The village was called Inya Kone Village.
It was his aunt's hometown.
Adrian agreed.
For him, it was simply a family visit.
A chance to leave the city for a while.
He did not expect anything unusual.
...
The journey to Inya Kone Village was peaceful.
The roads became quieter.
The surroundings became more natural.
When they finally arrived...
The village looked normal.
People were working.
Children were playing.
The villagers welcomed them warmly.
Adrian's aunt was happy to see the family again.
Everything appeared peaceful.
But Adrian noticed something.
The atmosphere was strange.
Not because of the people.
Because of the land itself.
A faint trace of supernatural energy surrounded the village.
Adrian quietly observed.
He did not act.
He only watched.
...
During the following days...
Adrian noticed more strange things.
Some villagers looked extremely tired.
Some were suffering from unexplained illnesses.
Their bodies showed no obvious injuries.
But their energy was constantly weakening.
The villagers whispered among themselves.
"The strange incidents started months ago."
"People have been getting sick one after another."
"Some villagers see shadows at night."
"Some hear voices calling their names."
Fear slowly spread throughout Inya Kone Village.
But nobody knew the cause.
...
One night...
Adrian opened his eyes.
Something had entered his perception.
A weak spiritual presence.
Pain.
Suffering.
A call for help.
He quietly left the house.
Following the trace...
He reached the edge of the village.
An ancient tree stood there.
The surroundings were silent.
Too silent.
Adrian looked at the tree.
Then he noticed something.
A powerful seal.
Dark energy surrounded the area.
Inside the seal...
Something was trapped.
Adrian stepped forward.
The moment his hand touched the seal...
The space trembled.
A voice echoed.
"Someone can see me..."
Adrian looked ahead.
A figure slowly appeared.
A spirit.
But unlike the wandering spirit he had encountered before...
This existence carried a different feeling.
It was connected to the village.
The trees.
The land.
The entire area.
"You are..."
"A guardian spirit."
The spirit looked surprised.
"You know what I am?"
Adrian did not answer.
He examined the seal.
It was not created by a normal supernatural being.
It contained complex techniques.
The guardian spirit struggled.
"I protected this village for many years."
"But she appeared."
"A witch."
"Her power was strong enough to bind my existence."
Adrian looked at the dark seal.
"She caused the villagers' illness?"
The guardian spirit became silent.
Then slowly answered.
"Yes."
"She uses cursed energy to weaken the people."
"She controls wandering spirits and uses them as tools."
"Her goal..."
"Is to absorb the energy created by suffering and fear."
Adrian's expression became colder.
At that moment...
A strange laugh echoed through the forest.
"He actually found you."
The temperature suddenly dropped.
The trees moved.
A woman appeared in the darkness.
A witch.
Dark energy surrounded her.
Her eyes looked toward Adrian.
"So..."
"Another person who can see the hidden world."
The guardian spirit trembled.
"She is here..."
The witch smiled.
"Interesting."
"Very interesting."
Adrian stood silently.
The Eternal Void Sword remained inside his Storage Ring.
But his attention was already focused on the enemy before him.
The witch looked at him.
"You should leave this village."
"Otherwise..."
"You will become another sacrifice."
Adrian looked at the witch.
"No."
"I won't."
The night became silent.
The battle between the cultivator and the witch was about to begin.