Chapter 105 Indeed, it’s time to end - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"Boom—!!!" Accompanied by yet another sharp explosion, the supernatural combatants gathered outside the Solon Mountain Range looked pale as they gazed up at the battle raging in the skies above. What on earth is happening? A collective doubt arose in everyone’s mind. This was supposed to be a containment mission for a Level 0 sealed object, a task they assumed wouldn’t require them to be on the front line—just to stand guard at the perimeter of the mountain range and prevent any contamination from leaking out. Even though the process might have been somewhat convoluted, with the Third Princess’s assistance, the goal should have been achievable. Yet the sudden eruption of battle in the sky left everyone dumbfounded. The aura and pressure emanating from the conflict awakened a primal fear deep within their souls, causing their legs to tremble violently, itching to flee from this place. They feared that the shockwaves from the mysterious beings clashing up there might accidentally touch them, resulting in complete annihilation. The power and terror were simply beyond comprehension! Even those who had met archbishops from their respective churches had never experienced such an overwhelming and evil force of the supernatural. The rapid movements that eluded the naked eye, the simple flick of a wrist capable of destroying mountains, and certain collisions causing the earth to quake with cracks. Watching those two figures appear from every angle like teleporting shadows—at times intertwining, other times torn apart and reformed, and sometimes screaming with piercing echoes across the sky. Everyone’s hearts were shrouded in an oppressive gloom. As for the barrier erected at the onset? It had been obliterated without a trace during the first clash of those powerful entities! If not for the existence of the disciplines of the various churches, the hundreds of supernaturals present might have already revolted in chaos. “Everyone, stay calm!” Finally, the acting bishop of the Church of Heaven spoke up. “We have contacted the major churches in the surrounding cities, and perhaps before long, reinforcements will arrive, so—” However, his words seemed almost hollow. Were those devil-like entities really something the supernaturals of these border cities could restrain? Damn it!!! Up in the heavens, the Creation Demon reformed his body yet again and roared with fury. The oppressive might of the Lord of Malevolence, Kuxustan, was unmatched. His current state was incomplete, and having lost his previous vessel, his power was weakened unprecedentedly. Had Evester not forcibly destroyed the Wishing Jar earlier, he might still be able to contend with the consciousness of the Malevolence King. But things never go as one anticipates. Moreover... Glaring at the fiendish young figure before him, the Creation Demon was filled with rage. At this moment, despite his previously shattered body being mysteriously restored, the ceramic-like cracks on his back and torso had already healed. Even the gaping hole in his chest and the arm torn away by Kuxustan had regrown. Not only that, but even the original contamination caused by the black sludge on him had vanished. Looking at Lynn now, it was impossible to tell he had once been on the brink of death; instead, under the Malevolence King's power, he appeared especially sinister and terrifying. He held the strength of a dragon within him, capable of destroying entire mountains with a mere gesture and cracking space with a single punch. All of this, thanks to the Creation Demon. While battling Kuxustan, he also used his power to mend Lynn's body. Otherwise, with such a fragile body, he would not survive until the battle's end. That outcome was exactly what the Malevolence King desired. He intended to bring this insignificant ant to despair as punishment for the demon's defiance. But the Creation Demon's goal was far simpler. He wanted to continue living using Lynn’s body. It was not that it had to be Lynn, but simply because his core attribute had fused extensively with that guy. It was an inevitable choice! “Uvietiya, it’s been three thousand years, and you, who were already among the lower order of higher-dimensional demons, have become even weaker.” Kuxustan laughed hysterically, roaring with Lynn’s body. “And how much better off are you?” the Creation Demon retorted coldly. “Let me guess, how much longer until your presence here expires?” “And how long before those detestable gods notice the disturbance here?” Upon hearing this, a shadow of gloom crossed Kuxustan's eyes. Indeed. Even he hadn’t anticipated that the boy defying him would steer the situation to such an extent. Although his power was immense, the Creation Demon before him had long been renowned for his survival capability; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to survive the gods’ slaughter and bide his time for revival. And he had only descended with a fragment of consciousness. Though he could suppress the other, a decisive victory wouldn’t be reached quickly. In the end, the adversary was a high-dimensional demon, easy to defeat but extremely difficult to kill. His presence was already waning; he’d have to vacate this body within a minute. “How about making a deal?” The previously frenzied Kuxustan suddenly became calm. Though his eyes remained blood-red, he was at least able to talk reasonably now. The Creation Demon gazed coldly at him, “What deal?” Kuxustan, controlling Lynn’s body, surveyed the devastated Solon Mountain Range around them: “After such a prolonged battle without a conclusive result, why not temporarily suspend the conflict?” “My sole purpose has been to let this insolent ant experience the taste of despair.” “Let me take him away.” Kuxustan clenched his beastly claws, baring bone-white teeth, “In exchange, you can return with me to my domain.” “Then, I will prepare a suitable vessel for you and help you reclaim your divine status.” “How about it?” Hearing this, the Creation Demon frowned. He controlled the black sludge to mend his body as he assessed the integration level between himself and Lynn, seemingly caught in a dilemma. Kuxustan unfolded his demon wings, floating mid-air, watching him with a sinister grimace but without haste. He appeared fairly certain of the Creation Demon's choice. "Alright, I agree to this deal." After an indeterminate amount of time, the Creation Demon suddenly dispersed the energy in his hands, stating coldly. Hearing this, a grotesque grin crept across Kuxustan’s lips. "Then you will relinquish control over this body for now." Kuxustan said. Initially, the boy’s consciousness could resist somewhat and occasionally retake control of his body. But with the Creation Demon added to the fray, the two entities that matched the gods' might not only battled in the real world but also wreaked havoc in his mental realm. Currently, he had been silent for a long time. Presumably, his consciousness had nearly dissipated due to the demonic presence, nearly gone. However, Kuxustan would not allow this hateful human to die so easily. With the Descension nearing its end, he begrudgingly chose negotiation. After all, he was a demon, not just a mindless killer. "Alright." Responding to the Malevolence King's suggestion, the Creation Demon hesitated not, "However, you also need to demonstrate your sincerity." "Reduce the demonization on him; otherwise, my core attribute is at risk of being eroded." “Very well.” Kuxustan growled after a slight hesitation. In the next moment, as the ebony scales receded from Lynn's chest, the youth's lean yet toned body gradually lay bare against the air. Following the Creation Demon's prior healing, remarkably, no visible wounds could be discerned. One could even faintly perceive his heartbeat. Seeing Kuxustan first extend goodwill, the Creation Demon nodded and then slowly approached him. "Wait here; I will now relinquish my hold on this body." As the distance between the two entities closed, the Creation Demon spoke calmly. But in the next instant, a glint of cold-blooded intent flashed in his eyes. With a swift shadow, the black sludge in his hand morphed into a sharp spike, piercing through Lynn’s chest. Simultaneously, a clawed hand, clad in green and razor-sharp scales, followed close behind and crushed the demon's head! "I knew it!!!" Kuxustan roared in fury. "You’re a demon!!! How can a demon possibly stick to a deal?!" In the moment his head was crushed, the Creation Demon’s body disintegrated. Yet the black sludge that had pierced Lynn's chest seized the opportunity, slipping like an eel into the wound. He concentrated his entire consciousness into that mass of sludge, surging into Lynn's body like a tide while Kuxustan was momentarily easing the demonic transformation. With the time of descent nearly expired and only a fragment of Kuxustan’s consciousness present, the Creation Demon naturally gained the upper hand. The tables turned swiftly! At this moment, Kuxustan, with eroding consciousness, alternated between maniacal laughter, rage, and distorted expressions trying to crush the heart with his own hands, while another hand prevented any self-harm. He was like a schizophrenic, with two different personas alternately manifesting on Lynn. How could the Creation Demon, who had seized this chance, possibly let this body be reclaimed by Kuxustan once more? "Accusing me of breaking the deal?" Inside the mental realm, the Creation Demon let out a deafening screech, using mental attacks to suppress Kuxustan's consciousness. "As if you’d let me go back to the demon realm with you and live freely!" "Ridiculous!!!" As demons themselves, how could Kuxustan’s petty schemes escape the Creation Demon’s notice? Perhaps sacrificing reason and intellect for power, the Lord of Malevolence was strong among high-dimensional demons, yet notoriously foolish. Sensing severe warnings from his real form, Kuxustan faintly perceived the scrutiny from several directions in the spacetime around them. Clearly, after causing such chaos within the Saint Roland Empire, his frenzied acts drew the attention of many powerful beings. At this moment, Kuxustan's consciousness was weaker than ever. The demonic nature on Lynn's body could no longer be maintained; scales and demon wings peeled away, turning to dust. Power receded like a tide. The time of divine descent was nearing its end. In the mental realm, with the Creation Demon's contemptuous gaze, Kuxustan's mind brimmed with murder and fury. But the insistent call from his real form pulled his will from this body rapidly. “You!!!” Struggling against the pull, Kuxustan unleashed his last reserves in a counterattack, “Uvietiya, I’ll remember this grudge!!! One day, I will—” “Save it for our next meeting.” The Creation Demon smirked coldly. “For now, it’s time to end this farce.” Lynn’s mental world, which should have been his domain, was occupied by two cruel demonic figures. One was resentful and raging, like a lion shackled in chains; the other displayed derision, the victor of this seemingly final battle. Yet both seemed to have forgotten a once-present being long assumed absent. “Indeed, it’s time to conclude.” An abrupt voice suddenly resonated throughout the mental realm. The expressions on the Creation Demon and Kuxustan’s faces froze. With an unhurried rhythm of footsteps echoing, the Creation Demon turned incredulously to see a figure stride into the mental world. “You’ve maintained your consciousness?” At this moment, looking at the serene young man, an inexplicable sense of foreboding arose within the Creation Demon. “Of course.” A slight smile appeared on Lynn’s face, with shadows of thorns and anguished cries blossoming from his skin. “By the way, you both seemed to have enjoyed fighting in my mental domain.” “Is it my turn now?” Gazing at the astonished expressions of the two demons, Lynn slowly raised his right hand. And with a snap of his fingers. The Crown of Thorns, activated.