50 - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

# Chapter 50: I Will Make You Remember Me, Iviste However, putting everything into perspective, why should I go to such lengths for this woman? After grasping the mechanics of the timeline, a thought suddenly emerged in Lin En's mind. Upon careful consideration, he realized he didn't like her, and everything that had transpired between them had been unpleasant. It was all due to the former malevolent princess who had forced his hand. Although the current Witch of the End seemed to have changed, and wasn't as outrageous, the past deeds could not be undone. Moreover, Lin En couldn't help but recall the recent incident: "My name is Lin En... Lin En Bartleon." "Never heard of you." Remembering her cold demeanor caused an inexplicable rage to well up inside him. He longed to pull down his collar and show her the thorn mark she once left on his chest. Rationality told him that the current Witch of the End couldn’t possibly recall past events. Yet, emotionally, Lin En couldn’t quell the turmoil within him. It was revolting. She had kidnapped him and completely altered the trajectory of his life, yet now she could so easily draw a line and act indifferent. He wanted to point at her nose and accuse her outright. But ultimately, he restrained himself. Calm down. Don’t forget the original purpose. After all, he came here to escape from this woman’s clutches, praying to become a disciple of the Witch of the End. He must not get his priorities wrong. Contemplating this, Lin En took a deep breath and looked again at the Witch of the End: "Your Highness, in truth, the reason I summoned you today is to ask for something." "What is it?" The Witch of the End lightly toyed with the chain wrapped around her slender neck, seemingly unconcerned. "You might have noticed, I once worshiped the Lord of the Billions of Stars, only to be betrayed, leaving me a God Forsaken." Lin En bowed. "Therefore, I beseech you to accept me as your disciple and rekindle the godly essence within me." It is said that an enemy’s enemy is a friend. From the Pantheon statues, the Lord of the Billions of Stars also played a part in sealing the Witch of the End. Surely, she wouldn’t refuse... would she? Just as the thought occurred to him, he saw the white-haired woman gently shake her head: "I refuse." Lin En was dumbfounded: "Why?" The Witch of the End didn’t answer. Instead, she raised a finger and pointed towards the dome of the Pantheon. Lin En instinctively looked up. With gentle, wavering undulations, the spiraled structure above vanished like a mirage. In its place appeared a shocking sight. The vast, sprawling starry sky slowly unfolded before his eyes like a painting. However, that was not the main focus. As he looked at the object hanging in the sky, Lin En instinctively swallowed. At that moment, he felt like a frog in a well, realizing just how insignificant he was. It was a massive, fortress-like magic weapon, resembling a gigantic sword, its rough surface covered in various magical matrices. It was so immense that the shadow it cast seemed to shroud the entire planet in pre-apocalyptic darkness. The Sword of Damocles. The term surfaced in Lin En's mind. In the original work, the Witch of the End was too powerful to be slain by the gods. Thus, the protagonist found another way over tens of thousands of years, refining a gigantic planet into this ultimate doomsday weapon. The collision of planets was cataclysmic by nature. And with the enhancement from magical matrices, its boundless power could augment by several orders of magnitude. Such a detonation could obliterate an entire star system without being an exaggeration. Because, at this moment, aside from Iviste, who was imprisoned within the Pantheon, there were no living beings left on the planet. Everyone had fled to the divine realms of their own deities to escape the ultimate confrontation between the protagonist and the antagonist. Fortunately, justice ultimately prevailed in the end. Yet, given the current situation, this apocalyptic magical weapon could unleash divine retribution at any time. When that happens, the Witch of the End will meet her demise in the Pantheon. When she finally perishes and her divine essence dissipates, the godly essence within her followers will extinguish as well. Hence, there’s no point in any of this. Lin En's heart gradually became cold. However, the Witch of the End wasn’t done speaking. "Moreover..." The previously aloof white-haired woman now wore a derisive smile, "I’ve told you before, I don’t know you." "You want to be my disciple; who do you think you are?" Despite the emotional disparity between them, Lin En thought he saw a glimpse of the villainous princess in her faintly malicious smile. Lin En fell silent. "You should leave." The Witch of the End seemed unwilling to allow him to linger and waved her hand. In the next instant, a space-time rift glowing with dark light silently appeared behind Lin En. Feeling the familiar pull, Lin En knew he was about to be returned to his own time. This departure could very well be a farewell forever. Lin En lowered his head wordlessly, succumbing to the power pulling him into the rift. Seeing him succumbing, the white-haired woman withdrew her gaze. Meanwhile, the chains of order hanging from all directions suddenly began to glow with a bright, golden light! With the assault of divine power, the Witch of the End winced, feeling intense pain. Despite her severe injuries, with her current power, she could still shield herself from the gods’ scrutiny, letting this place exist in an isolated pocket of space-time, free from external influence. Yet, these chains of order that imprisoned her subjected her to unbearable pain daily. It was as if they were designed to torment and interrogate her, gradually breaking down her mental resolve. The Witch of the End closed her eyes, silently enduring everything. "So, you were afraid I’d see you in such a sorry state, hence you hurried me away," a voice suddenly intruded. The Witch of the End opened her eyes. She instinctively looked into the distance. Lin En, who should have been sucked into the rift, was now clinging tightly to the edge, resisting the surrounding pull. Half of his body was already engulfed by the black void, yet he refused to vanish completely. The Witch of the End's gaze turned icy at once. Enduring the pain from the intense golden light, she waved her hand again. The pull increased severalfold instantly. Lin En's body bent like a prawn, as helpless as he could be. Yet, he still refused to let go. Their gazes locked once more in midair. "My name is Lin En Bartleon," he gritted his teeth, glaring at her. "If that’s your reason for rejecting me..." "I will make you remember me, Iviste." He declared, each word resonating with determination. Before he could finish speaking, Lin En couldn’t resist the force any longer and vanished into the rift. The white-haired woman retrieved her gaze. Simultaneously, the order chains descended from all directions, shining brilliantly with radiant divine power.