Chapter 99 Deal with the Devil - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

If gods are said to stand aloft in the clouds, gazing down upon the world with compassionate eyes, Then in stark contrast, demons are the race that bring endless warfare and calamity to the continent. Much like humans, they possess various nations and settlements, yet they are rife with chaos and evil. Acts of cannibalism and internecine slaughter are not uncommon in demon territories. These are creatures born naturally for the purpose of disrupting order and sowing destruction. Naturally, those who stand at the pinnacle of such a malevolent species are the sworn enemies of the gods—High-Dimensional Demons. Unlike humanity's extraordinary paths, these beings draw power from negative emotions, plunder, and consumption, with many among them rivaling the might of deities. Spawned from the earliest epochs of chaos, they lurk in the Abyss, spreading corruption and curses across the world, ever vigilant for any living creatures. The battlefield of demons established within the southern borders of the Saint Roland Empire serves as a bastion against such dreadful entities' invasions. Gazing at the writing on the slip of paper, Lynn took a deep breath. This was the last trump card he could think of at the moment. His own strength was too feeble, not yet given time to mature. To reverse such a desperate predicament, a resort to unconventional methods was necessary. And the box of greed before him was a deeply concealed clue. From the moment he first encountered this sealed artifact, Lynn had conducted exhaustive research on it. And upon reviewing its sealing report, he pieced together parts of its origins. According to Evester, this wooden box likely existed since the chaotic eras a multitude of millennia ago. An era where neither gods nor demons had been born, the entire continent shrouded in darkness and ignorance, its extraordinary properties unleashed and laws rampant. Surviving entities from that time were none other than twisted and grotesquely powerful beings. Thus, Lynn set his sights on it. If you truly emerged from the chaotic era, and have been bartering with diverse entities since then, you must have accumulated quite a collection of potent creatures' blood. Lynn had no aspirations for a drop of divine blood. Given this entity's corrupt and erratic nature, it likely wouldn't want to attract the gaze of those gods, thus transactions with them seemed impossible. Besides, he was now an outcast of the gods. Even if he somehow obtained a drop of divine blood, which god would deign to descend and assist him? Moreover, there was Evester. If it weren't for the influence of world correction, mandating her demise by the protagonist's hand, the gods would have likely sought her end by now. Therefore, praying for the mercy of the supposed compassionate deities wasn't an option. If they truly watched over the world, why hadn't they descended divine punishment upon the rebels of the Celestial Church, who drained the populace dry in Orne City? Therefore, he could only seek transactions with those greedy and tyrannical demons. If it’s you, surely you could aid me? Lynn stared intently at the blood-drenched script on the note, anticipating any change. Yet, as each minute dragged on, the note remained unchanged. However, this elicited a sigh of relief from Lynn. If the Box of Greed truly chose to refuse, it would presumably refresh the trade, resetting the blood-drenched script. Its current state of stillness suggested it was contemplating. Moments passed, and finally, the Box of Greed reacted. Unexpectedly, the paper displayed an unforeseen message. “Yes.” “What?!” Staring at the note's humanistic phrasing, different from previous exchanges, Lynn's heart quickened. It seemed the intelligence contained within the Box of Greed surpassed his expectations! During his earlier probing, its responses were likely feigned pretense. Seeing no hope of freedom, it chose to appear weak to the enemy. Yet this time, when Lynn sincerely sought the exchange, it seized the opportunity at once. To prevent the advent of one demon, must he then release another? For the world, would that be for better or worse? But at this moment, Lynn couldn't afford to ponder that. "Click!" Accompanied by a crisp sound, a small transparent crystal the size of a fingernail suddenly appeared in the wooden box. Under the light in the containment chamber, Lynn noticed the crystal housed a drop of purple blood, round and lustrous like a pearl. He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion. He faintly sensed the blood pulsed as though synced to the heartbeat of some presence, subtly trembling. After merely a brief gaze, Lynn felt dizzy, his ears ringing with a mixture of rage and madness, a wave of uncontrollable agitation surging in his heart. Simultaneously, the writing on the slip changed once more. “This is the blood of ‘Lord of Malevolence,’ Kushustain.” “Lynn Bartleéan, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise.” “Boom!!!” With a resounding roar, a column of light burst through the earth and sky, shattering the underground ruins and mountain ranges, reaching toward the heavens! Floating high above, Evester instinctively wanted to teleport back. Yet the images of her waiting subordinates flashed in her mind, so she clenched her silver teeth, anchoring herself steadfast in mid-air. Simultaneously, behind her, the bloodstained gate flowing with the River of the Dead expanded to its limits. The irresistible force of tearing and gravity sought to pull the Wishing Jar into the gate. Unfortunately. After the high priest Askin sacrificed his life to complete that vile ritual of prayer, the trajectory of events spun out wildly beyond anyone’s anticipation and control, like an untethered steed. At this moment, the Wishing Jar hovered in the sky, radiating a divine-like black light. Moreover, the woman’s smiling face transformed into one of venomous malice. Her once closed eyes began to open gradually as the Wishing Jar's power surged incessantly! Twin streams of black tears slowly trickled from the corners of her eyes. As if mourning and loathing the tragic fates of her followers. For some reason. Gazing at that face full of hatred, Evester’s expression momentarily wavered. In the next instant, a voice she wished never to hear again echoed in her mind. “I have received your third wish.” “Next, I shall destroy this country for you.” The voice remained cold and spiteful. Yet this time, there was a hint of humanistic nuance previously absent. “Blub blub blub blub.” The dense, viscous bubbling suddenly drowned out those murmurs and wails that belonged to Evester. From the once constrained space of the Wishing Jar, enormous amounts of black sludge erupted, overflowing with abandon from its mouth! Upon exposure to air, the black sludge expanded instantly, transforming within moments into a black sea capable of engulfing the entire underground ruins and, with an unstoppable momentum, surged outward in all directions!