Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Battle of the Two Women, Little Dog Suffers (5k)

Unlike the Creation Demon and the Tyrant King Kusustain I had encountered before.

If Lynn still had any awareness left, he would certainly notice that the arrival of Witch Miss was shockingly quiet, as if she had never come at all.

Even so, the difference stemming from their positions and the essence of their souls triggered an early warning in Ivyst’s heart.

In an instant, she lifted her head and slightly parted the lips that had just been entwined.

With a silver thread hanging down, the previously dazed Black-Haired Youth slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which should have been a bright blue, had inexplicably transformed into the same vivid red as Ivyst.

Only, they were even more vibrant and terrifying!

“Slap!”

Before Ivyst could react, “Lynn,” who had just been tightly holding him moments ago, suddenly seemed like a completely different person, shoving her away with great force.

Then, under Ivyst’s stunned gaze, “he” coldly raised his hand and tightly gripped her neck.

A powerful force surged in an instant.

Upon realizing what was happening, Her Highness the Princess’s red eyes were instantly filled with palpable killing intent.

And perhaps due to the unspoken connection of being the same person.

The two even matched perfectly in the timing and reasoning of their words.

“Get out of him!!!”

“From now on, you’re not allowed to touch him again.”

“Damn it”

“.You worthless woman!!!”

They exclaimed in unison.

One voice was frantic and angry.

The other was cold and indifferent.

Though the tones were remarkably similar, the feelings conveyed were completely different.

Of course, the final expletive came from Ivyst, as the Sorceress of the End could never utter such a phrase.

Two sets of emotionally charged red eyes met in midair.

At that moment, Ivyst appeared somewhat hysterical.

She thought the other might have other ways to arrive here.

But she never imagined it would be by occupying her precious little dog’s body!

Damn it!

Right now, she regretted her earlier decision tremendously.

Because even she hadn’t shared such intimate actions with Lynn!

This was beyond mere physical intimacy; it was the ultimate act of closeness between people.

The blending of spirit and flesh!

Just the thought of that worthless woman snugly nestled within her little dog’s body made Ivyst so jealous she nearly lost her mind.

Though her neck was constrained by the powerful grip of the Sorceress of the End, the time frame was not that of a hundred thousand years later.

Thus, even if she had arrived here, this vessel was not suitable for her; it was merely Level 2.

With that thought, she subconsciously raised her hand, gathering red light in her palm, ready to battle that worthless woman.

However, at this moment, the Sorceress of the End’s expression was icy and indifferent, like a lofty overseer looking down at her with a gaze filled with pity and sarcasm.

That look instantly pierced Ivyst’s soul, awakening the deep-seated inferiority buried within her.

She suddenly realized.

The wrist that had been held high in the air had, she knew not when, fallen down.

After a long moment, she clenched her right fist, suppressing her inner turmoil and killing intent.

Calm down.

Relying solely on her previous brute force tactics wouldn’t reclaim her dog’s true heart.

Only love could bridge the seemingly insurmountable gap.

With that in mind, Ivyst’s gaze suddenly calmed, allowing the Sorceress of the End to grip her neck as if she were a lamb to slaughter.

Seeing this, the Sorceress of the End subtly furrowed her brows.

The next moment, a tremendous force erupted, akin to an invisible hand tightly gripping Ivyst’s body and violently throwing her into the distance.

Simultaneously, an imperceptible sound-canceling field instantly spread throughout the room.

For those in the mansion, it was just another quiet night as usual.

But for Ivyst and the Sorceress of the End, it was far from that.

As she lay buried under the broken wall, the Sorceress of the End felt no pity at all.

She had long told Lynn.

For that foolish and twisted version of herself in the past, who had done countless things she would regret for a lifetime, the only feeling in Witch Miss’s heart was hatred.

Hatred for her weakness, hatred for her hysteria, hatred for her inability to act.

And now, she even wanted to steal her believer’s loyalty.

This was intolerable for Witch Miss.

Hence, she had no complaints about being weak for a long time after this descent.

She had to teach that past self a lesson.

That was her inner thought.

“Why don’t you fight back?”

In the rubble, Witch Miss looked down upon the woman before her with a cold expression.

At that moment, Ivyst was in tattered clothing, pale of face, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, looking somewhat frail.

However, her red eyes shone brightly.

Looking up at the boy’s body before her, a bright smile crept upon her lips, and her gaze reflected a touch of infatuation and heartache.

“You’re using his body.” Ivyst coughed gently, trying to reach out and caress his face, “Even if it kills me, I wouldn’t want to hurt him even a bit.”

Yet, her half-raised hand was once again pressed down to the ground by that invisible force.

Clearly, as a Level 2 Half-Divine, she had the power to suppress all the experts in the Political Discussion Hall in an instant.

But facing her future self, she seemed to lack the strength to fight back.

Even though the opponent was only Level 2 at this moment, and even though the hundred thousand years had severely weakened her, she was still that ultimate villain capable of hunting gods—the Sorceress of the End.

Of course, how much of this was Ivyst’s deliberate display of weakness remains unknown.

Witch Miss’s expression was icy.

She had intended to use memories from the future to see what this woman was currently scheming.

After all, she possessed Level 2 Half-Divine powers and had become far stronger than her past self due to Lynn’s distorted fate.

Even if she couldn’t win, she shouldn’t lose so easily.

According to Witch Miss’s understanding of herself, this woman must be concocting some foolish little trick.

But what was happening now was related to Lynn.

Due to Lynn’s uniqueness, the Sorceress of the End could not see the future concerning him through her memories.

Thus, she naturally could not guess the thoughts of her past self.

Sensing the hesitation of her opponent, a hint of clarity flickered in Ivyst’s eyes.

Just as she thought.

Binding herself and Lynn together this way, even that worthless woman couldn’t read her inner thoughts through future memories.

Now, the previously disadvantaged position was instantly reversed.

But this wasn’t enough.

With this thought, Ivyst, who had long had a plan in mind, suddenly appeared a little dimmed.

“You’re really strong.”

For some reason, she said that.

The Sorceress of the End said nothing, continuing to look at her with indifference.

“You possess a beauty surpassing mine, along with strength and composure far exceeding my own. In every aspect, I’ve been outdone by you.” Ivyst’s face suddenly broke into a wistful smile, “Even my beloved little dog has been mercilessly snatched away by you.”

Ivyst curled up her body, appearing a bit sad.

Under the moonlight, a hint of mist gathered in her beautiful red eyes for some reason, making her look particularly heart-wrenching.

“Clearly, you have so much, why resort to such despicable means as memory alteration to take away the things I hold most dear?”

“Is it merely to prove you’re stronger than me? Then, how about I admit defeat?”

“I beg you… Please.”

“Can you give my dog back to me, please?”

In an unprecedented display, the usually dignified Her Highness the Princess now showed an incredibly vulnerable side before the Sorceress of the End.

It was as if she had forgotten her earlier determination not to lose to her opponent, no matter what.

Moreover, there was even a hint of a sob in Ivyst’s tone.

She sounded just like a little girl who had lost her favorite toy.

Yet to Witch Miss, all of this appeared exceedingly pretentious.

She frowned: “You really are utterly despicable.”

“While I don’t know what dark scheme you’re hatching right now, don’t you know this saying?” “In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is futile.”

At this moment, the powerful aura unique to a supreme deity bore down, making Ivyst’s face grow even paler.

The Sorceress of the End slowly approached her, eyes devoid of compassion: “Do you think that because you were once me, you have the liberty to act however you please?”

“Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”

“Indeed, I can’t kill you.” The Sorceress of the End looked down at her, “After all, if you die, I can’t live either.”

“However, some abnormal methods could still be attempted.”

“According to the original fate, you were supposed to fall into a deep slumber again after absorbing the Wishing Jar and its new properties, but due to him, your originally hopeless fate was altered.”

“But it seems this change is not what I wanted to see.”

Seemingly sensing the intent of the individual before her.

The next moment, any semblance of weakness Ivyst had shown vanished in an instant, replaced by unprecedented murderous intent.

Witch Miss’s expression was icy as she issued her final ultimatum: “If you dare to act against my believer again, I’ll revert your current deviating fate back to its original form.”

“Like, say… I could find another Level 0 Sealed Item, let you be fully devoured, and make you sleep for two to three years.”

“After that, I’ll take him away forever.” Remembering this possibility, a hint of brilliance flickered in the Sorceress of the End’s eyes, “Even if I can never change the future by affecting the past anymore, even if the outcome is destined to be death, if I can spend some beautiful time with him before that happens, I suppose that’s not too bad.”

“How long is it until the sword of Damocles falls? A thousand years? Two thousand? Or even longer?”

Who said Witch Miss wouldn’t curse?

Those words were laced with more insults and provocations than outright curses ever could be!

“If you can do it, then go ahead and try.”

Ivyst’s voice was incredibly calm, yet it carried an unprecedented chill.

At this moment, she no longer concealed her power, the crimson door opening silently behind her, countless corpses flowing slowly in the river of blood.

“Crossing ten thousand years of descent, the weakening it causes you must be more severe than you imagined, right?” Ivyst gradually stood up, the originally pale face regaining color, her momentum rising with each moment, “I’m really curious, what gives you the guts to act arrogantly before this Princess?”

“Future you can’t kill the past, but past me just might be able to kill the future.”

Saying this, the Sorceress of the End said nothing, her expression still indifferent.

Then, the two of them simultaneously vanished from their locations, merging into the crimson door that emerged from Ivyst’s body.

The battle was about to begin.

When Lynn awakened from his unconsciousness, he felt excruciating pain all over his body.

Moreover, his once vibrant mental world now felt empty and desolate.

It was as if he had just gone through a great battle, and he might need several days to fully recover.

Seriously, Witch Miss suddenly dropped in without any warning, leaving him mentally unprepared.

Lynn felt a bit resentful as he looked around his room.

He was completely unaware of everything that had occurred after he lost consciousness.

He had expected to wake up to the wreckage of Bartleon Mansion, chaos spreading through the entire Glostin.

Yet, to his surprise, the room was neat and bright, as if no conflict had taken place between the two women at all.

And Ivyst had also mysteriously left, leaving him all alone.

That shouldn’t be the case, right?

At this moment, Lynn was filled with an overwhelming confusion.

He couldn’t fathom the scene of the two women chatting amicably as if they were sisters; the normal course of events should be a life-and-death struggle.

With that in mind, he subconsciously got up and wandered around the room, seemingly searching for traces of the ruins being restored.

Yet in the end, he found nothing.

Instead, he suddenly spotted a brand-new recording magic stone in the corner of the wall.

Why on earth did this thing appear here out of nowhere?

Lynn was filled with bewilderment.

He even suspected that Ivyst had set this up specifically to capture their tender moments together.

Fortunately, as extraordinary energy surged into it, a clear image immediately unfolded before Lynn’s eyes.

His expression instantly stiffened.

It was a scene of him, possessed by Witch Miss, looking down at Her Highness the Princess, who was knocked down on the ground.

For some reason, Ivyst, who should not have been outdone by that woman, displayed a hint of weakness at this moment.

The next second, their dialogue reached Lynn’s ears.

“You’re using his body. Even if it kills me, I wouldn’t want to hurt him even a bit.”

“You’re really strong.”

“You possess a beauty surpassing mine, along with strength and composure far exceeding my own. In every aspect, I’ve been outdone by you.”

“Even my beloved dog has been mercilessly snatched away by you.”

“Clearly, you have so much, why resort to such despicable means as memory alteration to take away the things I hold most dear?”

“Is it merely to prove you’re stronger than me? Then, how about I admit defeat?”

“I beg you… Please.”

“Can you give my dog back to me, please?”

The woman’s tearful voice echoed in Lynn’s ears.

For some reason, as he looked at Ivyst’s unprecedentedly fragile appearance, his heart skipped a beat.

In stark contrast, Witch Miss’s expression was cold and indifferent.

As if she tacitly acknowledged Ivyst’s previous words.

Memory alteration?

How could that be possible?!

Lynn suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

What a foolish woman.

Even with a hundred thousand years of experience, she could not grasp such a simple truth.

Outside the door, feeling the energy fluctuation from Lynn checking the recording magic stone, Ivyst leaned against the wall, a smirk of triumph at the corner of her mouth.

Ever since gaining a comprehensive enhancement of personality and character through the “Chronicles of Sino,” Ivyst was no longer the past her who could only seethe with impotent rage.

Stronger than me?

Higher rank than me?

Even if all of that were true… So what?

This Princess is not competing to be the best in the world, but to secure a more significant place in my dog’s heart.

That worthless woman got it wrong from the start.

At this moment, Ivyst was bleeding from her lip, her complexion pale, and her breath slightly weak.

In the earlier confrontation, she had lost to the Sorceress of the End by a tiny margin.

However, at this moment, rather than being filled with extreme emotions from losing, Ivyst felt a great sense of happiness.

Additionally, Ivyst had confirmed something in the previous clash.

About that curse mark on her face.

This was also the main reason why she insisted on meeting that worthless woman tonight.

Recalling Sixth Saint Roland’s promise from not long ago, Ivyst pursed her lips.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before she could restore her appearance completely.

By that time, wouldn’t he be very happy?

In light of this, the gap between her and that worthless woman from the future had narrowed once again.

Moreover, her bond with Lynn would deepen significantly.

Although they had already been deeply intertwined due to hypnosis, making it impossible for anyone to interfere.

Late at night, in the Silent Church, Saintess Prayer Hall.

Tia, dressed in a sheer nightgown, was seated beside a silver candlestick, meticulously flipping through an ancient and obscure tome.

In preparation for the banquet she would attend tomorrow night, she decided to get a head start.

Tia considered every possible scenario that might unfold.

She even contemplated whether the other party would choose to conceal anything.

Should he do so, Tia was prepared to use some not-so-gentle methods to compel him to comply.

Like hypnosis or mental control, perhaps.

“Tap tap tap!”

Just then, the door was gently knocked, followed by a call from a nun outside.

Tia instinctively closed the forbidden tome in her hands, hurriedly stashed it away in her drawer, and then walked towards the door.

However, in a place where she couldn’t see, a yellowing piece of paper that had been stuck within the page slipped down to the floor.

The paper depicted an ancient and obscure mysterious seal.

It glowed a faint green.

As if it were an Eye of the Mind capable of manipulating people’s hearts.

(ps: I was just typing when I suddenly received a call from my dad saying grandma is in critical condition, so I have to hurry to the hospital.)

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