Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Sorceress of the End

The arms of Witch Miss were exceptionally white and beautiful.

With such a powerful woman, her wrists were surprisingly delicate, creating a delightful sense of contrast.

Noticing Lynn’s odd gaze, the Sorceress of the End’s eyes turned icy: “What are you thinking?”

“Ahem, nothing much.”

Lynn shifted his gaze, focusing on the peculiar scar.

It was quite a strange scar, uneven and jagged, like a crack formed by a shattered space.

The edges of the scar glowed faintly red, indicating that Witch Miss’s own power was attempting to heal itself.

Every time it seemed to heal for a while, the scar would break apart like a shattered mirror again.

This cycle repeated endlessly, never fully healing.

Moreover, the interior of the scar wasn’t the blood-soaked mess Lynn had expected, but a deep black color.

In that darkness, there twinkled faint starlight, as if leading to an infinite cosmos.

Noticing Lynn’s confusion, the Sorceress of the End said lightly: “This is called the Rift of Dimensional Rupture, a technique best mastered and most troublesome for Gios.”

So the Master of Billions of Stars is that strong?

To leave an unhealable wound on the legendary Sorceress of the End? Lynn was stunned.

Seeing his expression, the Sorceress of the End furrowed her brows slightly: “At that time, I single-handedly battled eight deities, including the Goddess of Abundance and the Tyrant Dragon. If it weren’t for his sneak attack, I wouldn’t have been injured at all.”

“Moreover, at that time, I even tore off one of his arms as a thank you.”

“If his power had been just a tad weaker then, this wound wouldn’t exist.”

Lynn’s silence seemed to spark the Witch Miss’s competitive spirit, leading her to rare explanations.

Alright then.

Looking at it this way, Witch Miss is indeed impressive.

Lynn began to grasp her reasons for setting up these two trials.

Weakening faith goes without saying; it’s an indirect means of reducing the source power of the Master of Billions of Stars.

And hunting down the Church of Heavenly Justice’s transcendent beings is also to weaken faith.

However, this is a direct means.

After all, in terms of the strength of the provided faith, even the weakest first-stage transcendent is enough to equal a hundred ordinary people.

This is one reason gods continuously bestow divine factors to strengthen their transcendent beings.

Witch Miss’s move is to use Lynn’s actions from a hundred thousand years ago to lower the strength of the surprise attack from the Master of Billions of Stars, thereby changing the outcome of the arm injury.

Not needing much, just a minuscule bit is enough.

But pushing back a hundred thousand years might not be just a little bit for Lynn.

After all, the world’s rectifying power is quite frightening.

Lynn fell silent, deep in thought, pondering the feasibility of this matter.

Seeing this, the Sorceress of the End gently sighed: “Come here.”

Returning to his senses, Lynn hesitated for a few seconds before walking slowly toward her.

As she was sitting in a chair, and since Lynn was not short, he had to lower his head to look at her.

The Sorceress of the End slightly raised her hand.

She intended to press her hand on Lynn’s forehead, but seeing him standing straight, she frowned: “Kneel.”

Lynn obediently complied.

Feeling the intoxicating fragrance inching closer, he calmly took a shallow breath.

Just then, a delicate and cool soft touch came.

He instinctively looked up and found Ivyst stretching out her hand, gently covering his forehead.

You, you’re touching my forehead? In that moment, Lynn didn’t know what to say, and it blurted out as a hilarious thought.

At the same time, enlightenment hit him suddenly, and he felt a peculiar power surge into his mind.

That feeling was cool and comfortable.

[Due to unknown factors, the host has acquired a new extraordinary ability.]

The system’s notification sounded.

“Don’t overthink it, this is just a normal blessing,” the Sorceress of the End said flatly, “Anyone who believes in me will receive it.”

Why does this feel like a case of “this place is innocent”?

Lynn subconsciously opened the system, and indeed, a new ability appeared in the extraordinary abilities section. [Name: Sorceress of the End]

[Level: Fifth Stage]

[Effect: Passive ability, you will gain the favor of the Sorceress of the End.]

[Activation conditions: Believe in “the End”]

[Points needed for leveling up: Cannot be leveled up]

You call this a normal blessing? Lynn found it amusing.

Generally speaking, the title of “chosen one” is reserved for the most favored powerful transcendent beings by the gods, and only one can exist for each belief.

She said it, so he believed it.

However, he didn’t expect that even after a hundred thousand years, this woman hadn’t changed her habit of sounding contradictory.

Blessings come quickly but leave just as fast.

A few seconds later, the Sorceress of the End gently withdrew her hand.

She looked calmly at the kneeling Lynn: “So, this task is up to you.”

“I will do my best.” Lynn replied earnestly.

However, she seemed slightly dissatisfied: “Not just do your best, you must accomplish it.”

“If it tarnishes the reputation of the Sorceress of the End, I’ll kill you.”

“.Yes.”

“And here, take this.”

While speaking, the Sorceress of the End pulled out a piece of yellowed, tattered parchment and tossed it to Lynn.

“Next time, if it’s not a particularly important matter, don’t perform the ritual. Just write on this paper.”

When Lynn came to again, he found himself lying on the cold floor of his room.

The ritual formation he had drawn was now blurred and completely ineffective.

Lynn slowly got up, using the carpet to cover the traces.

Then, he sighed and lay back down on the soft bed.

Despite merely a short span of ten minutes, his situation had undergone tremendous changes.

Not only had he been promoted back to a transcendent being, but he had also become a follower of the Sorceress of the End.

In the end, he even had two extremely challenging tasks on his shoulders.

Even now, Lynn was somewhat at a loss.

Was he supposed to pretend to be a follower of the Church of Heavenly Justice and do something ludicrous on the streets to reduce people’s faith in the church? That’s ridiculous.

Lynn shook his head.

Though, to be fair, the trial Witch Miss set for him wasn’t really hard to accept.

If he were to seek revenge, he inevitably had to deal with that archbishop from the Church of Heavenly Justice.

Eventually, they would face off, so right now, consider it practice.

Lynn thought quietly.

At that moment, night had not yet fallen; occasionally, the hushed footsteps of the maids could be heard outside.

Just then, a faint knocking sound came from the door.

“Young Master Lynn, um, may I trouble you for a moment?”

It was the voice of maid Nina.

Lynn got out of bed and opened the door, only to see Nina standing there holding a pile of things.

“What’s up?”

Lynn casually asked.

The maid Nina handed him the things in her arms: “Lynn, Young Master Lynn, this is a letter from Lady Kesha. She asked me to pass it to you. It’s an invitation from the Telius family, along with the dress you’ll wear to the banquet tomorrow night.”

“Got it.”

Closing the door and returning to the bed, Lynn tossed the box containing the dress aside and carefully examined the invitation.

Suddenly, he fell silent, not sure what he was thinking.

Family, please develop the good habit of conveniently voting, thank you!