Chapter 110

“Chapter 110: I’m So Happy (3k)”

Above the Temple of the Gods.

The Sorceress of the End slightly tilted her head, gazing at the pitch-black space-time rift lingering in the sky.

In an instant, a familiar figure, surrounded by black muck, unexpectedly fell out from the passage.

It appeared that he was in a temporary state of coma, plummeting uncontrollably toward the ground.

The aloof woman with white hair and red eyes should have been able to slow down his descent.

Yet for some reason, upon seeing the faint, lingering pain in the boy’s face, she instinctively stepped forward, arms outstretched, and caught the boy’s thin, frail body in her embrace.

With a soft thud, the Sorceress of the End felt a slight impact on her chest, followed by the warmth of his breath.

Perhaps due to the awkward way he was falling, the boy’s face landed right between a certain pair of deep crevices.

Unfortunately, he was still unconscious and could not fully perceive the scene before him.

Feeling the unusual sensation against her chest, the Sorceress—having been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years—instinctively thought to push him away.

No other male had ever dared to make such a shameless move against her.

Moreover, this guy was her follower.

But before she could act, a scene from a hundred thousand years ago flashed in her mind.

The boy’s fearless figure, standing resolutely in front of her.

“…”

The Sorceress quietly gazed at the boy in her arms, appearing somewhat dazed, unsure of what was going through her mind.

The atmosphere gradually fell into silence.

But just then, some oblivious being decided to ruin the mood.

In the next moment, with a burst of blood, the sleeping boy suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his back was pierced by a black spike.

A resentful, cold female face emerged from his spine.

“Damn it, you little brat, where the hell is this place?”

The long journey through time had left the Creation Demon—already in a bad state—feeling even weaker now.

But just as it finally managed to crawl out of this guy’s body, it realized it was no longer in the previous Underground Relic.

The sight before it was so unfamiliar that it sent chills down its spine.

Staring at the giant divine statues floating in the high sky, each one contained a divine essence powerful enough to leave it trembling with fear.

Most of the beings it saw were completely foreign to it, but just from looking with its eyes, it could tell what might be lurking behind those formidable divine figures.

Among them were even a few high-dimensional demons that only lived on in the tales of demonkind, and the Tyrant King Kusustain—who had nearly torn it apart before—was nowhere to be found.

It was as if its status was simply not worthy of entering this grand hall.

Some of the divine statues seemed to extend brilliant golden chains of order from their palms; even though there were only a few scattered ones, they were enough to instill fear in the Creation Demon.

Could it be… this Temple of the Gods was actually meant to seal away some terrifying existence?

But what kind of being was so powerful that even these gods couldn’t eliminate it, and only by breaking down hatred and barriers could it be barely sealed here?

Looking down at the remaining chains of order, the Creation Demon finally noticed something odd.

Standing there, at some unknown moment, was a tall, graceful woman.

She was dressed in a tattered black gauze dress, her delicate feet bare, and her long white hair cascading down to her waist, exuding a cold, indifferent aura.

The moment it laid eyes on this figure, the Creation Demon felt its consciousness teetering on the brink of explosion.

What a terrifying and supreme existence is this?!

In that instant, it seemed to recall an instinct.

A natural instinct that every living being with metabolic functions possesses.

It was the fear and desire to submit that arose from deep within when faced with a being far greater than itself.

Long story short… it felt like it was about to pee itself.

At that moment, the Creation Demon couldn’t muster a single thought of rebellion, only feeling that the power over its life and death lay entirely in her hands.

The gap between it and the woman in the black dress was even greater than that between it and a mere first-level ant!

Even at its peak, it would never be her match!

“I submit.”

In just an instant, after recognizing the irreversible power disparity, the Creation Demon sought to plead for mercy.

But before it could speak, it felt an unbearable chill piercing through its very soul.

The woman had turned to look at it.

In her red eyes, it seemed as though an extreme emotion was being suppressed.

Ignoring the Creation Demon’s pleading gaze, the black-dressed woman slowly raised her hand and firmly grasped its face.

“Get out of him.”

[S-class plot character “Sorceress of the End·Ivyst” has deviated from the plot by 1.20%.]

[Due to the special nature of this character at the current time node, the reward points will be calculated at ten times the normal rate.]

Lynn was awakened by the system’s notification sound.

As he regained consciousness, he vaguely sensed a familiar yet strange fragrance at the tip of his nose.

It was somewhat reminiscent of Her Highness the Princess, but not quite as ostentatious; it had a serene and cool vibe, like a quiet orchid in a valley.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

A cold yet stunningly beautiful face greeted him. White hair, black dress.

It was definitely the Witch Miss.

At that moment, the Sorceress of the End wasn’t quietly reading like usual; instead, she wrapped her arms around her knees, lost in thought as she gazed at him lying on the ground.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

Looking into her crimson eyes, Lynn detected a hint of surprise and confusion, unsure of what she was thinking.

In an instant, a mysterious impulse surged from his spine, shooting straight up to the crown of his head.

Yes!

That’s it!

This was the expression!

Even the Witch Miss, who always seemed so aloof and indifferent, was showing a side of her that didn’t match her cold persona for a man!

At that moment, Lynn felt as if he was about to float to the heavens.

However, he overlooked one significant issue.

During the prior battle between the Creation Demon and Kusustain, most of his clothes had been shredded to pieces.

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So here he was, looking a tad indisposed.

Some regions, too delicate to speak of, were exposed to the air.

Yet after feeling the Witch Miss’s gaze upon him, Lynn couldn’t help but feel a certain reaction from those delicate areas.

Noticing his heartbeat quickening, the Sorceress of the End inadvertently glanced toward that direction.

Upon realizing what occurred, her expression immediately turned icy, and she quickly stood up, darting away to a distant spot.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit chilly.

Dammit!

Yun Chang, why don’t you listen to Big Bro every day?

Even Lynn, with his thick skin, felt a bit embarrassed at that moment.

Looking at that cold and tall figure, he found himself momentarily speechless.

Fortunately, after a moment, she broke the silence first.

“Why?”

The Witch Miss asked bluntly.

“I was wrong.”

Lynn quickly backed down.

Upon hearing this, the Witch Miss seemed a bit puzzled by his answer: “Wrong?”

“Yes.” Lynn took a deep breath, “Because you are just too beautiful, and I suddenly woke up from a daze and mistook reality for illusion, inadvertently causing you disrespect, and I’m truly…”

“I’m not referring to that.”

The Witch Miss was about to coldly reprimand him, but upon hearing his answer, she found herself at a loss for words, awkwardly changing the topic.

Discussing physiological reactions with a follower was just too bizarre.

Besides, did she really look that beautiful to warrant such a reaction?

Just from one glance… like that?

However, Lynn was oblivious to the fleeting thought dancing through the cold Witch Miss’s mind.

“Then what do you mean?”

Having just regained consciousness, he was a bit dazed and didn’t immediately catch her meaning.

Hearing this, the Sorceress of the End took a deep breath: “Why did you save me?”

So that was it!

Lynn instantly felt relieved.

Seeing that the Witch Miss didn’t pursue his inappropriate behavior, he felt at ease.

Looking at that stunning and cool figure, he answered without hesitation: “Because… you told me to.”

“I?”

The Sorceress of the End frowned deeply.

“Exactly.” Lynn replied slowly, “Because you explicitly said to please you.”

“So whether it’s the past you or the present you, to me, it’s all the same.”

“Thus, esteemed Witch Miss, have I succeeded in pleasing you?”

“Are you feeling happy now?”

As the last sentence slowly fell, the atmosphere once again fell into silence.

Lynn silently stared at the Witch Miss’s back, his expression calm.

Uncertain how long passed.

A barely audible voice gradually reached his ears.

“I’m very happy.”

In that instant, the impulse he had just managed to suppress surged back throughout his body.

Lynn’s face shifted.

Yun Chang, now is not the time for you to show off!

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