Chapter 110 You have to go back to her - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

If Evester could be described as a possessive older sister with a flair for intense passion, then Miss Witch was the embodiment of a lofty and aloof ice queen. The former gave off a blazing, invasive desire paired with unsurpassable physical allure, while the latter offered more of a cerebral sensuality. Just imagine it. A sublime goddess seemingly untouchable and distant from everyone, her heart sealed away for over a hundred thousand years. Yet such a frigid, world-weary figure stands before you and softly says, "I'm very glad." The profound sense of contrast, the sense of accomplishment that arises naturally from such a moment... How infuriating. In just an instant, Lynn almost found himself surrendering completely. "." Miss Witch once again sensed his peculiarity. A devotee lusting over his goddess day in and day out—what was this? Had she been too lenient with him? She furrowed her brow slightly and then gently waved her hand. In an instant, a blanket fell to the ground. Lynn's face flushed as he hurriedly draped the blanket over himself, finally able to breathe a slight sigh of relief. Damn it. The painstakingly earned favorability had most likely been ruined. Also, why did it seem like there were far fewer chains of order binding Miss Witch than there used to be? In his memory, there should have been dozens of them, but now, aside from the shackles on her ankles, right wrist, and the one around her slender neck, the others were all gone. Could it be the ripples he had stirred in fate this time? A suspicion crossed Lynn's mind. However, Miss Witch was oblivious to his inner thoughts at that moment. After a long silence, she spoke again, "When you held that level-0 sealed artifact, did you not consider that you might die?" Clearly, even now, she was still immersed in the scene from a hundred thousand years ago. "And you?" Lynn didn't answer directly. "When you undertook that mission, did you not think that you might die as well?" Miss Witch couldn't help but knit her delicate brows. She turned slightly, her slender white ankles briefly visible beneath the twirling hem of her skirt, and then she gazed at Lynn. "It's different, you—" "It's essentially the same," Lynn remarked with a smile. "Death is indeed terrifying, but if it's to uphold a conviction in one's heart, then even death becomes trivial." For Evester, winning the king's selection was the obsession she would pursue at all costs. For Lynn, posturing was his life's creed. As a transmigrant, he bore a kind of transcendent arrogance, as if viewing everything from an omniscient perspective. Altering the fated deaths of these individuals was a manifestation of this arrogance. Before his arrival, these people were doomed to die, but if they should still die after his intervention, wouldn't that render his presence meaningless? Perhaps it was this arrogance that led Lynn to jump from the vehicle at that time. Yet, to Miss Witch, his words seemed to take on a different meaning. An obsession? Could he harbor a similar obsession? What kind of obsession could it be? Revenge for his family? If that were the case, he shouldn't have jumped; he should have returned to the capital with the money and connections he had and quietly amassed power. The thought flitted through Miss Witch's mind. If his obsession wasn't hatred, then what could it be? An object, perhaps? Or was it... a person? A vision instinctively surfaced in Miss Witch's mind. It was of herself from a hundred thousand years ago, the third princess of the Holy Loran Empire, Evester. If that was his obsession, then everything made sense. "." She lightly shook her head, dispelling the absurd notion. For some reason, a surge of annoyance rose within her. "Tell me." After a brief pause, Miss Witch softly said, "During the time I was unaware, what exactly did you do?" As she spoke, she gently adjusted her tattered long dress and sat back down on the steps, retracting her delicate feet beneath the hem. Clearly, even the Witch of the End found it incredible that Lynn had managed to accomplish such a feat. After all, it involved the core of a level-0 sealed artifact and two high-dimensional demons. Though these were trivial matters to Miss Witch, Lynn was merely a rank-one transcendent. There was no other in the world who could accomplish such a thing. "Oh, actually, it went like this..." For the following time, Lynn detailed the entire process from the moment he awoke until he went on the rescue mission. He glossed over much of the foreknowledge he had due to the storyline, assuming Miss Witch wouldn't press for details like Evester might have. He also skimmed over the parts involving the accumulation of pain energy from the Chair of Torment and the use of the Thorn Crown, as they were system-based skills that would be difficult to explain. When he finished recounting, the atmosphere lapsed into silence again. "Is that all?" Miss Witch glanced at him. Lynn nodded. Internally, he still felt somewhat guilty, thinking her gaze seemed to penetrate his inner thoughts profoundly. Fortunately, in the end, she chose not to question his account further, as if she simply accepted his explanation. "Next time, don't ever do such a thing again." The Witch of the End averted her gaze, speaking softly. Lynn glanced at her, "Are you concerned about me?" "As my only follower, you're currently the sole person who can assist me." Miss Witch closed her eyes softly, "Moreover, if it happens again, I won't save you like this time." The Deceiver barely rippled before settling back into calm. "Understood." Lynn lowered his head, replying earnestly. Then he suddenly realized something from her words. He clenched his fists slightly, surprised, "You've already healed my body?" At that very moment, his skin was as smooth as ever, devoid of any wounds; even his soul felt refreshed and comfortable, as if he had just woken from a good sleep. The previous curses of the sealed artifact were gone, and the creation demon's presence had vanished. Even the deep bite mark Evester had left on his shoulder seemed to have inexplicably healed. The Witch of the End nodded slightly, "I've stripped all the pollution and curses from your body." "However, since you've been fused with that core characteristic for too long, to avoid damaging your soul, I've left it within you." Lynn's expression shifted, "Then..." "Don't worry; I've suppressed it with my power. As long as you don't actively interact with it, it won't flare up again within five years." Miss Witch assured him softly. Upon hearing this, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Witch's words were indeed credible. Although keeping such a thing within his body was inherently risky, he trusted in the power of the Witch of the End. "What about the soul of the creation demon?" Lynn inquired again. Miss Witch gave him a glance, "I've already eradicated it." Impressive. Her tone was as nonchalant as if she was saying she had strawberry cake for breakfast. "Moreover, you've completed all the first-tier trials I set for you." Miss Witch stated calmly, "Now, it's time to ascend to the second tier." Second tier?! Even though not even a month had passed since his first communication with the Witch of the End, he had already maxed out all his divinely granted factors of the first tier. This ascent speed was akin to riding a rocket. Lynn's heartbeat quickened slightly. Clearly, to him right now, strength was an indispensable aspect. If he wished to take revenge and utterly eradicate House Mosgra, acquiring fifth-tier legend status was a basic requirement. And he still had a considerable distance to cover before reaching that goal. With Miss Witch and the system by his side, Lynn could wield the greatest number of divinely granted factors at the same rank, fortifying them multiple times and leaving everyone far behind. This was Lynn's greatest advantage. Holding onto this belief, he watched as seven bright red divine factors suddenly appeared in Miss Witch's palm. "Six of these are your reward for killing a hundred transcendent members of the Church of Providence, meant to strengthen the factors that had not yet been enhanced," she explained as she infused them into Lynn. "The seventh will help you break into the second tier." In an instant, his once barren and empty inner world burst into unprecedented red light! Lynn slowly closed his eyes, sitting on the ground to peacefully accept the empowerment of the witch's magic. Advancing from the first to the second tier was akin to a baptism of his very essence, elevating his physical attributes, senses, and more in an all-encompassing enhancement. This was not a brief process. Miss Witch did not rush him as she observed the wordless, closed-eyed Lynn; instead, she sat quietly on a distant step, resting her chin in her hand, watching him. After a moment, she almost imperceptibly sighed. With a ripple in space, a somewhat worn stone appeared in her hand. It was something Milanie had personally given her one day a hundred thousand years ago. From the faint glow emanating from it, this was an ancient memory stone, which logically should have disintegrated countless times over ten millennia. Only with exceptional care from its owner could it have been preserved until now. Gently, Miss Witch activated the memory stone. In the next second, a blurry projection appeared before her. It depicted a dark-haired boy strapped to the "Chair of Torment," his body convulsing uncontrollably, face twisted in agony, murmuring something under his breath. The pain was akin to the torments of hell, a sensation even she once found nearly unbearable, and the memory was etched deeply into her bones. She wondered what kind of obsession had allowed him to endure such torment. As she heard him murmur "Miss Witch" in a barely audible whisper, her fingers instinctively clenched. Deep down, the Witch of the End knew Lynn had lied to her earlier, concealing many things. By her nature, she should despise such deceit from a follower. Yet as she watched the replayed scene before her, one she had viewed countless times... For some reason, she found she did not hate it. When Lynn reopened his eyes, he felt an overwhelming and powerful force spreading from the depths of his soul throughout his entire being. At that moment, his divine factors had reached a total of ten. Among them, nine had undergone secondary enhancement by Miss Witch! Thus, even as a newly ascended second-tier, the extraordinary power within him was comparable to seasoned second-tier transcendent beings. Moreover, he hadn't even utilized the system's point allocation yet. Presently, he had achieved a deviation level of 1.20% in the plot concerning Miss Witch, equating to a reward of a full thousand points under the tenfold bonus system! Without considering his body's tolerance, converting all those points into divine factors could kindle a hundred of them! And with the divine-grade passive of the Blaze Dragon's Heart, his physique could continuously grow, allowing the number of divine factors he could enhance to increase endlessly. In short, the future held great promise. Thinking along these lines, Lynn found himself in surprisingly good spirits. He looked up at the silent Miss Witch and said, "Miss Witch, according to your original plan, I was supposed to return to the capital alone ahead of time." "Although things have developed unexpectedly, the general direction remains unchanged. Once I leave here, I'll feign death to escape, with the next destination being the capital, Glossitin." To his surprise, Miss Witch shook her head. "No, you cannot feign death to escape." She answered softly. ? Lynn was taken aback. Seeing his bewilderment, Miss Witch slowly rose and gazed up at the pantheon dome. "The future... has already been altered," she said softly, as if touching the intangible threads of fate, "So this time, you must return to her side."