Chapter 104 Yvesette in tears - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

After the end of the Divine Wars Era, the gods and demons who once roamed the earth began to conceal their traces. Some hid in the shadows, scheming; others spread their beliefs in the divine realms they created; and yet some were in such poor states that they fell into various comatose conditions. Though the reasons remained unknown, there was one principle these powerful entities had to collectively abide by: gods and demons were not to meddle in the affairs of the human world. Even descent events—where gods manifest—had been extremely rare over the past millennia. Each occurrence would stir up a great commotion across the continent, potentially altering the world's balance of power. Yet, here and now, within the mountains of the borderlands at Orlen City, such a rare divine descent event unfolded before one's eyes. This was because Lynn wasn't praying across the river of history to them but was calling upon the King of Cruelty at the present moment. Hence, their formidable and terrifying will descended unobstructedly from the heavens, pouring into Lynn's body like a demon. "Ant!!!" A thunderous, enraged roar resounded across the heavens! The vast mountain range stretching to the horizon trembled and wailed! In the instant they sensed that violent and sinister aura, all animals, beasts, and even supernatural creatures in the mountains were instantly stripped of consciousness, collapsing to the ground. Moreover, the barrier's surface, which originally enveloped the Solon Mountains, instantly crackled with web-like fractures. There was no creature capable of standing to welcome the arrival of the legendary high-dimensional demon. Let alone Lynn himself. In the moment the King of Cruelty's will and power descended, Lynn's body shattered like porcelain, covered in cracks and blood, stumbling backward. His form began to grow, his skin surfaced with cold, dark scales, muscles swelled, and fierce, sharp spikes protruded from his body's joints. As the will poured into Lynn's mind, he felt his gaze traverse the distances of time and space, witnessing terrifying visions not of this dimension. A million dead souls howling and roaring, an endless abyss swirling over the earth, jagged giant pillars reaching the sky, and atop these pillars, overshadowing everything, loomed the demon’s shadow. Its crimson eyes seemed to house all the wrath and cruelty of the world. Merely a single glance and Lynn's eyes exploded! With the incomparably demonic power awakening in him, the King of Cruelty's will instantly took over his mind. Lynn felt himself gradually losing control of his body. He was like a spectator, witnessing his hands, feet, arms, neck, and other parts becoming no longer his own. It was a frightening transformation. The next second, he found himself involuntarily letting out a low, hoarse growl. "How would you like to die?" At this moment, a trace of the King of Cruelty, Kushstein's will, fully occupied Lynn's body. He lowered his head, looking at the transforming claws—sharp and deadly. Yet, inexplicably, the process seemed to be accompanied by a slight tremble. Kushstein frowned. Unexpectedly, this ant's willpower was stronger than imagined. Although it was only a trace of their consciousness, it should still be unbearable for a mere First Order transcendent. If that's the case... "You madman?!!!" A woman's voice, replete with suppressed pain and fury, suddenly pierced through. Kushstein instinctively turned to look. On the ground in the distance lay a somewhat disheveled female figure. She wore a black dress, her face marred with hideous, terrifying curse marks. Yet, inexplicably, this being whom one might call a monster, was now weakly propping herself on her arms, repeatedly trying to rise from the ground. Her pale cheeks were already stained with tears. "You..." For the eighteenth time, she fell to the ground, her body covered in dust and blood, yet stood once more, determined to reach the boy who had long lost his human form. "Get away from here!" She cried silently, her expression filled with anger and helplessness as she looked at him, "Or else..." Bored. Kushstein found no interest in such inexplicable tragic theatrics. The impulse rising within made him want to immediately tear this ant's body to shreds and imprison his soul in the deepest depths of the Endless Abyss for ten thousand years. No one had dared such a blasphemous act against them before. Yet at that moment, they suddenly felt the facial muscles of this body becoming uncontrollable, slowly forming a painful yet gentle smile. Simultaneously, a throat and lips that should have been under their control emitted discontinuous, strange syllables. "Rest... assured, Your Highness..." "Everything... will soon... be over..." "Thud!" With the sound of flesh tearing, the distant woman suddenly saw the boy raise the sharp beast claw high into the air. And then, he drove it fiercely into his own heart. "Yes, it will be over soon," Kushstein growled deeply, "Right after I utterly destroy you." When Evester saw the figure that should have been boarding the train for the return journey appear before her, it felt as if her heart stopped in that moment. Why? Why is my dog here? In that fleeting moment, a sense of bewilderment arose in her. It all seemed like a dream, slightly detached from reality. Clearly so weak, merely a First Order, without any real combat skills... But why? Why did this person inexplicably stand in front of her? And then, under her dazed gaze, the boy resolutely grasped the core of features from the wish jar. Ah. This must be a dream. After all, she had always known and indeed endured such painful memories all along. Never had anyone come to save her. That is a hope that appears only in dreams. Having absorbed too many artifact feature cores, Evester now felt drained, her consciousness languid, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. Yet in the next moment, the suppressed pain and moan from the boy’s throat deeply pierced her heart like a needle. No, not right. This isn't a dream. Her pupils dilated subtly. Evester had envisioned all the possibilities upon waking from her unconsciousness. Except she hadn't imagined the boy would discard all the options she prepared for him and choose instead the most implausible, and most despairing path, seeing it through all the way. Though merely the weakest First Order, at that moment, his figure was reliable, as if inadvertently growing into a towering tree, shielding her from the impending deluge. Evester suddenly felt an unprecedented pang in her heart. This sensation was peculiar. Though painful, her heart surged with a mixture of joy and sorrow. Evester, oh Evester, how long will you wallow in self-pity and cowardice? No one will come to save you? Yet isn't the boy before her the best rebuff to this thought? Upon regaining her senses, she realized, inexplicably, she was already awash with tears. Huh? Am I crying? But why? Confusion rose within Evester's heart. The unprecedented situation and unanticipated developments left her at a loss. However, she knew very clearly. Now wasn't the time to ponder over these unanswered questions. For at this moment, an extremely intense emotion and impulse surged within her. "You madman?!!!" Evester screamed at the broken, disfigured boy, having lost all her usual dignity and poise. Despite the short distance between them. Yet, she could feel the boy's frail figure becoming somewhat ephemeral, as if he might disappear from this world at any moment. Evester instinctively reached out, wishing to hold onto him as she had countless times before. But to her dismay, she found it impossible. At this moment, Evester's entire body had lost sensation. She struggled to rise from the ground, failing over and over until finally, in some desperate effort, she bit down hard on her arm, letting flesh split and blood flow. She sought to awaken her body's awareness through pain. Yet all was in vain. Her physical capabilities were too ravaged by the attributes of the Level 0 sealed artifact, leaving her utterly drained. He will die. Looking at the boy before her, infused with two conflicting wills, Evester's face grew excruciatingly pale, tears streaming silently from her eyes. Why... was there such a foolish person in the world? Does the royal princess need your saving?! Stubborn, bad dog!!! "Get away from here! Or else I will..." Or else I will kill you. Evester intended to say... But at that moment, the strange emotion raging from her heart made the words impossible to utter. Oh well. This time, I'll let you off the hook. Once I stand up and lead you out of here, then we’ll see... "Thud!" With the tearing sound of flesh, under the demon's control, the boy ripped open his chest. When the beast claw pierced his chest, the intense pain nearly made Lynn faint. Though he had already lost his eyes in the earlier confrontation with the King of Cruelty's shadow, he clung to consciousness through sheer will. "Oh? Still hanging on?" Kushstein, controlling Lynn's body, roared. "In that case... try this!" As he spoke, he extended the sharp beast claw again, tearing off Lynn's right arm! Blood sprayed like a fountain. Yet even as it sprayed, it began to turn a demonic shade of pale violet. At the resurgence of agony, Lynn's vision darkened. His consciousness had endured the assaults of two great demons in quick succession and suffered some contamination from the artifact. Survival was a mere miracle. "How does it feel?!" Sharing a body, yet Kushstein's face displayed no sign of pain. "Amazing!!!!" Lynn briefly regained partial control over his body, laughing maniacally despite the agony. "Dear Kushstein, are you giving me a hand job here??!!!" "I'm fucking bursting with joy!!!" At these words, the furious roar of the King of Cruelty echoed once more. He was deliberately provoking them! "Right!" In a brief moment of clarity, Lynn suddenly turned his head towards the Creation Demon, who had been watching with interest, "Hey little lady, are you just going to sit there and watch?!" "Why not join us?! Hahaha!!!" With that, even without Kushstein's prompting, Lynn suddenly raised his right hand and aimed it once more at his own heart! He was attempting suicide! "You!!!" The Creation Demon seemed to realize the true intent of the madness before him, anger and resentment surfacing uncontrollably on their face. Yet the next second, they maneuvered to enshroud his right hand in black mire, preventing him from crushing his own heart. "Do you think you have me cornered?!" Facing the beast-like Lynn, the Creation Demon gritted their teeth. In their thousands of years of life, never had they encountered such madness. The Creation Demon growled deeply, their chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yes, I am cornering you!" Lynn struggled free from the black mire's control. "The core of the wish jar has already begun merging with me. If you wish to avoid severe damage from losing another host in such a short time..." "...you'll have to save me from the grasp of this King of Cruelty!!! Hahaha!!!" Though human, he laughed more menacingly than a demon. This was the unresolveable plan Lynn laid for the two high-dimensional demons. Once the Creation Demon decided to possess him, obtaining a certain level of fusion, they were already ensnared in Lynn's trap. All, including the humiliation of the King of Cruelty, was progressing as he had initially anticipated. Now, Kushstein's goal was to destroy his body and claim his soul. But this fundamentally conflicted with the Creation Demon's intent. For them to be reborn through possession, Lynn had to remain unscathed and alive until entirely occupied. Should they lose Lynn as a host, they wouldn't have the ability left to possess Evester, given their weakened state. And those feeble ants outside, the Creation Demon held in contempt. Damn! I, a magnificent high-dimensional demon, have never been manipulated by a human to this extent!!! In this moment, endless rage filled the Creation Demon's heart. Yet... they were powerless against the First Order ant. Facing an enraged Kushstein, who had regained control, the Creation Demon watched him coldly. "Stand aside." His gaze, ablaze with brutality, swept over them, filled with disdain and contempt. Though both high-dimensional demons, a hierarchical difference seemed to exist between them. "Boom!" In an instant, the torrent of black mire engulfed them. The Creation Demon rose into the air, their expression icy: "Do you know who you're speaking to?" After a brief contemplation, they decided to endure for now. The only escape was preserving the madman's life until the King of Cruelty vacated this body. After all, a divine descent garners attention from the entire continent; even the gods would take notice. Although Kushstein was formidable, he could not contend with all the gods. Thus, this encounter wouldn't last long. Remarkable, truly. Though their heart brimmed with fury, the Creation Demon wasn't one easily swayed by emotion. Inwardly, they felt a sliver of admiration for the boy. To maneuver between two high-dimensional demons with only a mortal frame, achieving such an outcome... even as an adversary, it warranted awe. "Wham!" The black mire only held Kushstein for a fleeting moment. The next instant, the terrifying youth, clad in beastly scales, burst through the confines, like a meteor tearing through space, extending his sharp claws towards the Creation Demon's face! "In that case... I'll kill you first!!!" With Lynn's relentless provocations, Kushstein had completely lost control. He sought to destroy everything! Whoever blocked his path would be slaughtered!!!