Chapter 111

Chapter 111: You Have to Return to Her Side (3.5k)

If Ivyst is the yandere big sister, then Witch Miss is the cool, aloof ice queen.

The former gives off an overwhelming desire for possession and unrivaled physical allure, while the latter’s sensory impact comes more from the mental realm.

Just think about it.

A stunningly beautiful goddess, looking down on everyone with an air of “stay away, stranger,” no one could pry open the heart she had sealed for a hundred thousand years.

Yet this chilling and world-weary being is standing right in front of you, softly whispering “I’m very happy.”

That unmatched contrast, that spontaneous sense of achievement.

Damn it.

In just a moment, Lynn nearly surrendered outright.

“…”

Witch Miss sensed his unusual reaction again.

Believers drooling over their goddess all day long—what even is that?

Had she been too lenient with this guy?

Frowning slightly, she waved her hand gently.

In an instant, a wool blanket fell to the ground.

Lynn’s face flushed, and he hurriedly covered himself with the blanket, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Damn it.

All that hard-won favor was about to crumble.

By the way, why did it seem like the orderly chains that bound Witch Miss were suddenly much fewer?

He thought there should be dozens, but right now, aside from the ones on her ankles, her right wrist, and that delicate neck, the rest had mysteriously vanished.

Could it be the ripple of fate he had stirred up?

Lynn had a few guesses in his heart.

However, Witch Miss had no idea what he was thinking at that moment.

After a long silence, she spoke again, “When you held that Level 0 Sealed Item, didn’t you think you might die?”

Clearly, even now, she was still immersed in the scene from a hundred thousand years ago.

“And how about you?” Lynn didn’t answer directly. “When you were on that mission, didn’t you think you might die?”

Witch Miss couldn’t help but frown.

Turning slightly, her slender, pale ankle was momentarily visible beneath her swirling skirt as she gazed at Lynn.

“It’s different for you—”

“Actually, it’s all the same.” Lynn smiled. “Death is indeed terrifying, but if it’s to uphold a belief in your heart, then even dying becomes trivial.”

For Ivyst, winning the royal selection was her belief to pursue to the end.

But for Lynn, being a show-off was his life creed.

As a transmigrator, he carried a certain transcendent arrogance within him, as if experiencing everything from the viewpoint of a spectator.

Changing these people’s originally doomed fates was merely an expression of that arrogance.

Before he arrived, these people were destined to die, but after he came, if they still died, wouldn’t that mean his efforts were in vain?

Perhaps it was this very arrogance that had made Lynn choose to jump ship at that time.

However, to Witch Miss, those words sounded a bit twisted.

Belief?

Does he also have a similar kind of belief in his heart?

What kind of belief?

Is it wanting revenge for his family?

If that’s the case, then he definitely shouldn’t have chosen to jump ship. He should’ve gone back to the Imperial Capital with the wealth and connections he had back then, quietly building power.

That fleeting thought crossed the mind of Witch Miss.

If his belief was not fueled by hatred, then what could it be?

An object?

Or perhaps… a person?

A figure subconsciously floated into the mind of Witch Miss.

That was her from a hundred thousand years ago, the third princess of the Saint Roland Empire, Ivyst.

If that was his belief, then everything made sense.

“…”

She gently shook her head, casting aside that inexplicable thought from her mind.

For some reason, she felt a bit restless inside.

“Why don’t you tell me?” After a moment, Witch Miss softly spoke, “During the time I’m unaware of, what exactly have you been doing?”

Saying that, she adjusted her slightly worn long skirt and sat back down on the steps, tucking her delicate little feet under her skirt.

It was clear that even the Sorceress of the End found it unbelievable that Lynn could accomplish this.

After all, that was the core of a Level 0 Sealed Item, which later involved the existence of two high-dimensional demons.

Although these things were insignificant to Witch Miss, Lynn was just a first-stage Transcendent.

Aside from him, no one else in the world could achieve such things.

“Well, it’s like this…”

Thus, for the next while, Lynn recounted in detail the entire process from waking up to his rescue mission.

This involved quite a bit of his foresight for the plot, but he glossed over it since Witch Miss wouldn’t pursue it like Ivyst would.

As for the pain energy accumulated through the Torture Chair and using the Thorn Crown, he cleverly dodged explaining that.

After all, that skill came from the system, and it was quite hard to explain.

When he finished, the atmosphere fell into silence once more.

“Is that all?”

Witch Miss looked at him.

Lynn nodded.

Truth be told, he felt a bit guilty because he had the nagging feeling that Witch Miss’s gaze held a deeper meaning, like she saw through his heart.

But thankfully, in the end, she said nothing, seemingly believing his explanation.

“Next time, don’t do something like that again.”

Witch Miss gently averted her gaze and spoke.

Lynn glanced at her, “Are you worried about me?”

“. As your only believer, you’re currently the only one who can help me.” Witch Miss slowly closed her eyes. “Moreover, if there’s a next time, I won’t rescue you as I did this time.”

The Liars’ Devourer flickered slightly but quickly returned to tranquility.

“Got it.”

Lynn lowered his head, replying obediently. Suddenly, he realized something from Witch Miss’s words.

He clenched his fist, a bit surprised, “You’ve already healed my body?”

At that moment, his skin felt smooth and unblemished, with no wounds whatsoever. Even his soul felt perfectly comfortable, as if he had just had a good rest.

The previous pollution from the sealed items had vanished, and the Creation Demon was nowhere to be found.

Even the deep bite mark left by Ivyst on his shoulder had inexplicably healed.

Witch Miss nodded gently, “I’ve helped you remove all the pollution and curses from your body.”

“But since you fused with the core’s abnormal property for too long, to avoid damaging your soul, I left it inside you.”

Lynn’s expression changed, “Then—”

“Don’t worry, I’ve suppressed it with my power. As long as you don’t actively touch it, it won’t erupt again within five years.”

Witch Miss spoke softly.

Wow.

Hearing that, Lynn immediately sighed in relief.

Witch Miss’s words were quite credible.

Although having such a thing in his body would ultimately be harmful, he trusted the strength of the Sorceress of the End.

“What about the soul of the Creation Demon?”

Lynn asked again.

Witch Miss glanced at him, “It has been erased by me.”

Nice.

Her tone was so relaxed, as if she were casually mentioning she had eaten a slice of strawberry cake for breakfast.

“Also, you’ve completed all the first-stage trials I set for you,” Witch Miss said calmly. “So it’s time for you to advance to second stage.”

Second stage?!

Although it had been less than a month since he first communicated with Witch Miss, he had already maxed out all the divine factors of the first stage—this speed of improvement was like riding a rocket.

Lynn’s heart raced slightly.

Clearly, for him right now, strength was an essential part.

If he wanted revenge, to eradicate the Mosgra Family, being a Fifth Stage Legend was just the minimum requirement.

And he still had quite a distance to cover to reach that goal.

However, with the presence of Witch Miss and the system, he could have the largest number of divine factors at the same level and enhance them multiple times, far outpacing everyone else.

That was Lynn’s greatest reliance.

Holding such thoughts, he saw seven glowing divine factors suddenly materialize in the palm of Witch Miss’s hand.

“Six of these are rewards for killing a hundred Church of Heavenly Justice Transcendents, used to strengthen the divine factors that weren’t enhanced before.” As she infused the divine factors into Lynn, she continued, “The seventh will help you unlock the restrictions of the second stage.”

In an instant, his barren and empty inner world burst forth with an unprecedented red glow!

Lynn slowly closed his eyes, quietly sitting on the ground as he welcomed the enhancement of Witch’s power.

Advancing from the first stage to the second stage was a baptism of his very essence of life, including improvements across his body and senses in all dimensions.

This was not a brief process.

Watching the silent Lynn with closed eyes, Witch Miss didn’t rush him. Instead, she sat calmly on the steps, propping her chin on her hand, quietly gazing at him.

After a moment, she suddenly let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

Accompanied by a ripple in space, Witch Miss’s hand suddenly revealed a slightly worn stone.

It was something Milani had personally given to her on a certain day a hundred thousand years ago.

The faint light emanating from it indicated it was a much-cherished memory stone, which ordinarily would have weathered countless times over a hundred thousand years.

Only under the condition that its owner cherished it deeply could it have barely survived until now.

Witch Miss gently activated the memory stone.

The next second, a vague projection appeared before her.

It was the black-haired youth sitting on the “Torture Chair,” his body twitching and shaking, a painful and twisted expression on his face, as if muttering something.

That was pain comparable to hell itself, which even she, in her previous life, found hard to bear, leaving a lasting impression etched deep in her memory.

She couldn’t help but wonder how that guy managed to endure with such a belief.

Listening to his mumblings of “Witch Miss,” a blurred whisper, her fingers instinctively clenched.

In truth, the Sorceress of the End was well aware that he had just told a lie and concealed many things.

By her nature, she should have been filled with disdain towards a believer lying to her.

But looking at the image she had reviewed countless times, for some reason, she didn’t feel displeased.

When Lynn opened his eyes again, feeling a powerful energy spreading from the depths of his soul throughout his body.

At that moment, his divine factors had also reached ten.

Of those, nine had been enhanced a second time by Witch Miss!

So even though he had just entered the second stage, the extraordinary power within Lynn was already enough to rival seasoned second-stage Transcendents.

Moreover, he hadn’t even used the system to allocate points yet.

Right now, he had increased the plot deviation rate on Witch Miss’s side to 1.20%. According to the tenfold reward calculation, that was a whopping thousand points!

Not considering his physical endurance, converting all those points into divine factors would ignite a hundred of them!

And for Lynn, with the Divine Dragon Heart as a divine-level passive, his physique could continuously grow, allowing for a continually increasing number of divine factors to enhance.

In short, the future looked promising.

With that thought in mind, Lynn felt quite upbeat.

He looked up at the silent Witch Miss and spoke, “Witch Miss, according to your original plan, I was supposed to return to the Imperial Capital alone ahead of time.”

“Although the situation is a bit off course now, the general direction remains unchanged. Once I leave here, I will fake my death to escape, and my next stop will be the Imperial Capital, Glostein.”

To his surprise, Witch Miss shook her head.

“No, you cannot fake your death.”

She replied softly.

?

Lynn was taken aback.

Looking at him with a puzzled expression, Witch Miss slowly stood up, gazing at the dome of the Temple of the Gods.

“The future… has been changed.” She gently raised her hand, as if touching those invisible threads of destiny. “So this time, you need to return to her side.”