Chapter 109 I am very happy - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Above the Pantheon. The Witch of the End slightly tilted her head back, gazing at the dark rift in the space-time continuum above. In the blink of an eye, a familiar figure, shrouded in a black mire, tumbled out from the portal. The person seemed to be in some kind of temporary unconscious state and was rapidly falling uncontrollably towards the ground. The aloof lady, with white hair and red eyes, was supposed to slow his descent. But inexplicably, as she observed the faint traces of pain on the young man's face, she moved her feet almost against her will, gently opened her arms, and caught the frail and slender body into her embrace. With a slight collision, the Witch of the End felt a faint impact on her chest, followed by the warmth of his breath. Perhaps due to the awkward angle of the fall, the young man's face inconveniently found itself nestled within a certain deep valley as he was cradled in her arms. Unfortunately, he was unconscious now and unable to fully comprehend the situation. Feeling the strange sensation on her chest, the Witch of the End, imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, instinctively wanted to push him away. Never before had any man dared to disrespect her so blatantly. Moreover, this guy was her follower. Yet, before she could act, a scene from tens of thousands of years ago flashed across her mind. The fearless silhouette of the young man, standing bravely in front of her, unafraid. The Witch of the End quietly watched the youth in her arms, seemingly in a daze, unsure of what was running through her mind. The atmosphere gradually fell into a solemn silence. But of course, there was always someone who wanted to disrupt it. In the next second, with a spurt of blood, the slumbering youth suddenly let out a muffled groan as his back was split open by a black spike. From his spine emerged a malicious and cold female face. “Damn brat, where on earth is this place…?” The long journey through the dimension had further weakened the already diminished Creation Demon. But when it finally struggled free from the youth’s body, it found itself no longer in the underground ruins from before. The unfamiliar surroundings made it shiver slightly. Staring at the giant godly statues suspended in the sky, any one of which radiated a divine presence so overwhelming that it made it shudder with terror. Most of these entities it had never seen before, yet through its eyes, it could discern the mighty and terrifying nature each statue represented. Among them were several high-dimensional demons of legend within the demon race, and the Demon of Rage that almost tore it to pieces earlier, Cushustein, could not even be found here. It was as if, at its level, it was unworthy of entering this grand hall. From the palms of some statues extended radiant golden chains of order, few in number but enough to instill fear in the Creation Demon. Could it be… this Pantheon was meant to seal away some horrifyingly powerful being? But what kind of entity could not be erased by these gods, forcing them to break through hatred and barriers to barely seal it here? Tracing down the faintly visible chains of order, the Creation Demon finally noticed the anomaly. Standing ahead was a tall and graceful woman. She wore a tattered black gauze dress, her tender and bare feet on the ground, long white hair cascading to her waist, exuding an aura of serene indifference. Just laying eyes on her, the Creation Demon felt its consciousness on the brink of explosion. What kind of terrifying and supreme being was this?! In an instant, it recalled an innate instinct. An instinct possessed by every living organism capable of physiological activity. A deep-rooted fear and submissive desire when faced with a being vastly superior. Simply put… it was scared witless. In this moment, the Creation Demon could not even muster the thought to resist, feeling utterly at the mercy of the woman before it. The disparity between it and the woman in the black dress was even greater than that between it and a mere first-level ant! Even at its peak, it would never have been her match! “I concede…” In an instant, after recognizing the irresolvable power gap, the Creation Demon wanted to plead for its life. But before it could speak, an all-consuming chill that pierced its soul froze it in place. The woman had already turned her gaze towards it at some unknown time. Her red eyes suppressed a certain extreme emotion. Ignoring the desperate plea in the Creation Demon's eyes, the woman in the black dress slowly raised her hand, firmly gripping its face: "Get out of him." 【The storyline deviation for “The Witch of the End · Evester” has increased to 1.20%.】 【Due to the special status of the character at the current timeline, reward points will be calculated at ten times the normal rate.】 Lynn was awakened by the system prompt. As soon as he regained consciousness, he faintly smelled a familiar yet distant fragrance at the tip of his nose. It was somewhat like that of the princess, yet not as ostentatious, akin to an orchid in a secluded valley, filled with a calm and aloof atmosphere. Lynn slowly opened his eyes. A cold yet stunningly beautiful face came into view. White hair, black dress. It was unmistakably the witch herself. At this moment, the Witch of the End was not quietly reading as usual, but instead hugging her knees, staring pensively at him lying on the ground. Their gazes met in the air for an instant. Staring into those crimson eyes, Lynn caught a glimpse of bewilderment and confusion, unsure of what she was thinking. In a flash, an inexplicable impulse surged up his spine, shooting up to his crown. Yes! That’s exactly it! For someone as usually cold and world-weary as the witch to show a side uncharacteristic of her frigid demeanor for a man! At this moment, Lynn felt he was on the verge of ecstasy. However, he overlooked one small detail. During the battle between the Creation Demon and Cushustein, most of his clothes had been destroyed. Thus, left him nearly exposed. Even certain unmentionable parts were uncovered. And now, having received the witch's emotional gaze, Lynn's feelings surged, leading to a rather embarrassing reaction in those certain parts. The slight quickening of his heartbeat caught the Witch’s attention, inadvertently drawing her gaze in that direction. Upon realizing the situation, her expression instantly grew cold. She swiftly stood up, her figure flickering to a distant spot. The atmosphere turned icy. Damn it! Oh Guan Yu, why do you refuse to heed your sworn brother’s control? Even Lynn, thick-skinned as he was, felt a twinge of embarrassment. Watching the tall and graceful figure turn away, Lynn found himself at a loss for words. Fortunately, the silence was broken shortly thereafter by her. "Why?" The witch’s question came out of nowhere. “I was wrong.” Lynn immediately admitted his fault. Hearing this, the witch seemed puzzled by his answer, "Wrong?" "Yes." Lynn took a deep breath, “Because you’re incredibly beautiful, and just now I woke up so suddenly from my slumber, blurring reality and dream. Unintentionally, I disrespected you. I truly…” “I wasn’t referring to that.” The witch intended to chastise him coolly, but upon hearing his response, found herself at a loss for words. She awkwardly shifted the topic. Discussing physiological reactions with a follower felt thoroughly odd. Does this face really have the beauty he claims? Just one look and… that? Little did Lynn realize the brief flash of thought crossing the high-and-mighty witch’s mind. “Then what were you referring to?” Awakening in a daze, Lynn momentarily failed to register anything. The Witch of the End took a deep breath and asked, "Why did you save me?" So that was it. Lynn felt a considerable sense of relief. Seeing that the witch wasn't going to hold him accountable for his previous disrespectful behavior, Lynn calmed down. Gazing at her stunning yet aloof figure, he answered without hesitation, "Because... you were the one who asked me to." "Me?" The Witch of the End furrowed her brow deeply. "Precisely," Lynn replied slowly. "Because you told me to please you." "And whether it was you from the past or you now, to me, it is all the same." "So, esteemed witch, have I succeeded in pleasing you?" "Do you feel happy now?" As his final words trailed off, the atmosphere plunged back into silence. Lynn silently watched the Witch of the End's back, his expression calm. After an indeterminable amount of time, a barely perceptible voice reached his ears. "I am happy." In an instant, the impulse he'd managed to suppress surged through him again. Lynn's expression shifted. Oh Guan Yu, now is not the time for you to show off!