Chapter 102 Good Night, Your Highness - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Inside the underground ruins. With the tremor of space and the surging airflow, the already unstable mountain began to collapse. Evester's ten fingers burst with a soul-stirring red light, like blood-soaked sharp claws, fiercely piercing into the surface of the Wishing Jar. At the same time, the devouring power within her operated at full force, plundering every second the traits and laws from this powerful Level 0 sealed item. However, as the devouring continued, Evester's face grew paler. The intense pain swept through her entire body, uncontrollably causing her to tremble. This was the most troublesome sealed item she had ever dealt with. Having only devoured a small part of its power, Evester already felt on the verge of fainting. Yet, with her formidable strength, she managed to inflict visible damage on this supposedly indestructible sealed item. With the sound of cracking, thin fissures spread across the surface. Evester gritted her teeth, suppressing the nearly uncontrolled moans from deep in her throat. Her body swayed, almost unable to maintain her levitation. Below, the platform originally submerged in black mire now seemed to boil and quake under the clash of these great powers. "Crack!" After a crisp sound, a visible crack ran through the surface of the Wishing Jar. Perhaps in mere seconds, the host of this sealed item might face devastating destruction! Almost there. Almost there. Exceedingly weak, Evester exerted all her strength to control the sealed item in her hands, trying to prevent the filthy and cursed powers from leaking out of the underground ruins. Though she was in extreme pain, for some reason, driven by that lingering obsession in her heart, Evester endured. She had never succeeded in anything since childhood. Yet now, she was fighting desperately for the lives of others over something relatively trivial. This really isn’t like me. When did this transformation begin? Meanwhile, the cracks on the Wishing Jar's surface expanded. Threads of black light, intertwined with incomprehensible abstract symbols, shone through the cracks. "Cough, cough." Evester suddenly coughed up black blood, the curse mark on her face seemingly coming alive, creeping towards her pristine neck and chest. The curse seemed to erode her sanity and life, persistently luring her into the abyss of evil. Almost there. Everything... was almost over. Though she could still sense the destructive power contained in the Level 0 sealed item, Evester whispered to herself. In an instant, a familiar voice rang in her ears again. "Do you not want to live?" This was the life stored within the sealed item speaking with her. The next second, the boiling black mire below suddenly twisted and trembled. After a surge, the mire in the center formed the semblance of a female face similar to the Wishing Jar's surface. It... no, she was the Creation Goddess revered by the cult, but according to High Priest Yaskin, her true identity was a demon. The Creation Demon. The enormous female face hovering above the black mire seemed to fill the entire underground ruin. "Do you want to die?" Gazing at Evester in the sky, her voice brimmed with confusion as she repeated the earlier question. "Swish!" A blinding red light flashed, a massive sword blade formed from the flowing river of the deceased behind a portal of blood instantaneously cut through the air, slicing the Creation Demon’s face in two. However, these were ultimately just the illusory forms manifested by the mire. Moments later, a figure of a graceful woman reformed from the suspended black mire. Looking down at the profoundly pained Evester, she said, "You're very strong. If it comes to a life-and-death battle, in my current state, I'm likely not your match." "Yet, you've chosen the most foolish method, attempting to swallow the Level 0 sealed item embodying me." "Is it to prevent me from bringing calamity to this nation?" Evester still did not answer her question. At this moment, her face was pale, blood oozed from her lips, and she had lost her usual aloofness and composure. Even so, she never ceased her actions. "I see." Sensing a trace of her thoughts, the Creation Demon’s face suddenly showed a sly smile, "Carrying such immense power, yet willingly becoming a 'tool'." "Your foolish mindset matches the hardship you've faced throughout your journey." "In your heart, there should be a deep-seated hatred, but why do I not sense any desire for destruction from you?” "Let me guess... is it because there's inexplicable hope in your heart?" "Is the other person a man?" "Swish!" The crimson giant sword sliced through the space again, cutting through the heavy mountain, flattening several distant peaks. Yet soon, the Creation Demon reformed her blackened form. All of her power now resided in the Wishing Jar, battling against Evester. But due to her foolish strategy of trying to swallow Him in one gulp, He now held the upper hand. "Woman, the least trustworthy entities in this world are those filthy men," the Creation Demon spoke with a venomous expression regarding this topic, "Ultimately, all the power you rely on is no match for your own strength." "This is, after all, a dog-eat-dog world." Gazing at the extremely weakened Evester, the Creation Demon wished to kill her. Not only had thirty thousand living sacrifices not been consumed to restore power, but Yaskin's foolishness had awakened her prematurely, leading to the worst possible scenario. So now, she needed to deal with this foolishly strong woman first. Demons excel at using various evil and cunning means to tempt humans into corruption. "Let’s make a deal." As an invisible force surged, the graceful female demon suddenly spoke in a voice filled with allure. That voice seemed to evoke the deepest desires in a person’s heart, utterly destroying any remaining reason. "You're so strong, in my view, the future divine beings must have a place for you," She walked in the air around Evester, who was stalemated with the Wishing Jar, "I, too, was once a higher-dimensional demon, only brought low by being besieged." "If you allow me to devour sufficient human souls, I can quickly restore to my peak form.” "So, let's join forces." “Don’t you want to become the Empress of this country? Once we possess the power to destroy all order, that wish will be within arm's reach." “Then, you can kill whoever you like, change whatever you want, and no one will dare defy you; I assure you.” With these words, the female demon floated in midair, tenderly embracing Evester. It was supposed to be a moment of infinite unity. Yet the next second, a silent crimson sword light severed the Creation Demon's head. Moments later, the woman’s graceful figure reappeared. But this time, her face was filled with intense rage. "Stupid fool!" The Creation Demon's expression twisted, almost hysterical, "Even now, you refuse to abandon that ridiculous hope?!" "Knowing he’s already boarded the train to the imperial capital, knowing there’s absolutely no one coming to save you... why?!!!" “Why are you still recklessly trying to thwart everything at the cost of your own destruction?!!!" Her piercing voice echoed within the vast underground ruins. However, this time. Evester, who had remained silent throughout, finally spoke. Though her face was pale to the extreme and her body seemed ready to collapse, a slight smile appeared on Evester's lips. "I've known about those things... long ago." Day after day of despair. In sleep, enduring various torments, never-ending darkness without a shred of hope. No one would ever come to lend her a hand. No one would come to save her. Evester had known this for a very long time. Even now, she held no illusions of those ridiculous and ethereal notions. The sliver of hope she clung to in her heart was never about now. It was about the future. Evester knew clearly that she would suffer unprecedented damage this time, possibly unable to awaken for one or two years, during which she would be tormented repeatedly by the traits of the Level 0 sealed item until she broke. But when she opened her eyes again, the one who always created miracles might be right beside her, boasting about the great events of these one or two years as if they were child's play. And she would be too shocked to speak. Just the thought of this possibility, for some reason, made Evester feel a sudden anticipation for what should have been an endless future of darkness. Perhaps in the midst of endless torment and pain, if one has a hope to hold onto, it can be enough to maintain sanity, even if it's as fragile as a flickering candle. Humans are contradictions and strange creatures. She had once hated her role as a tool. But now, Evester found herself hoping for sleep to come quickly, even wanting to leap a year or two forward to see what that time would hold. Of course, maybe there were other possibilities too. Like him returning to the imperial capital and joining one of the other prince's factions. Though such a result would make her furious, it was amusing when thought through. She could once again play cat and mouse, watching that irksome yet beloved figure kneel on the ground, crying and pleading, "Spare me, master." In conclusion, reality might be harsh, but the future was worth looking forward to. "Crack, crack, crack." The next second, as an intense red light ignited on Evester’s body, she was enveloped by a slowly blooming rose. Beautiful and powerful. The Wishing Jar in her grasp resisted stubbornly for too long but ultimately couldn't withstand her formidable power. "Snap!!!" With a wave of black light, the face on the jar let out a wail of agony. And then it shattered! A blinding black light exploded like a sea, threatening to engulf everything. At the center of this mighty force, a core of infinite abstract symbols finally surfaced in the air! This was the true power, the fusion of the Wishing Jar and the Creation Demon. And it was Evester’s sole purpose here. She had to devour it! In an instant, the Creation Demon's power surged and drilled into that core characteristic! Simultaneously, a voice filled with malice echoed once more. "You wish to devour it, then I'll let you devour to your heart's content!!!" "But when that moment comes... will you still be yourself?! Hahaha!!!" The Level 0 sealed item was already extremely powerful. What if there was an additional high-dimensional demon within? If this foolish woman truly intended to consume this core trait, it wasn't the worst outcome. Her body was an excellent vessel, carrying a formidable and ancient aura whose origin was yet unknown. Although it might take a long time after she devoured him, with the Creation Demon's former stature, completely eroding this woman's consciousness was achievable. At that point, He would return to this world in Evester's guise! As the shooting star-like core trait rapidly approached, a resolute expression suddenly appeared on Evester's pale face. "I will always be myself." She reached out for the shooting star, "The Third Princess of the Holy Saint Roland Empire, Evester Roland Alexini!" As the core trait drew nearer, and with her body and will about to collapse, Evester felt an unprecedented calm. Was it an illusion? At this moment, her gaze seemed to pierce through endless ages and catch a glimpse of her destined fate. A grand hall, seals of the gods, a white-haired woman bound in chains, eyes calm and accepting, facing a lonely and tragic end. Is this my destiny? For some reason, Evester felt no despair. If this was my destined path, then I accept it. "Good night." Her red lips parted softly, and it was unclear to whom she spoke. She closed her eyes gently, ready to meet whatever came next. "Good night, Your Highness." A familiar voice echoed in her ear, like thunder tearing through the despairing night. Evester instinctively opened her eyes, her heart seemingly skipping a beat. The figure meant to have boarded the return train stood resolutely before her as if in a dream. “Moreover, this is not your fate.” The young man's voice was calm. “It’s mine.” Before he finished speaking, he lunged forward, grabbing the trait filled with evil and malice in his grasp!