Chapter 212: How Should This Princess Punish You? - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

### Chapter 212: How Should I, a Royal Princess, Punish You? The pulsation of the divine factor swept across the entire street. In an instant, fierce winds surged, vegetation swayed, and dust and debris rose from the ground. The atmosphere was razor-sharp, teetering on the brink of conflict. Transcendental beings from all directions charged toward the upper floors of the inn where Lynn was situated, unleashing countless supernatural abilities as if they came without cost. Leading them was Sia, who resembled a god of fire, his entire body wrapped in a platinum glow that nearly distorted the surrounding space. Simultaneously, a spectral spear rapidly formed in his palm. He twisted his body, gathering momentum, like a tightly strung longbow. "Boom!!!" In the next moment, the flame-shaped spear streaked through the space like a meteor, rushing toward the heinous marauder! This was the technique Sia had initially intended to deploy against Lynn during their first meeting under Iviste's pressure, but had never succeeded in executing. Due to his inherent golden finger and the world's favor, despite being from the military, he was adorned with multiple beliefs, let alone boasting extraordinary abilities. At this moment, the supernatural ability Sia employed belonged to the elemental category, ranked among the strongest in single-target destructive power, a gift from the Church of Abundance. It's no exaggeration to say that wherever this flame-shaped spear passed, the earth would turn to scorched ground. At full force, its destructive power could rival that of a small nuclear bomb, effortlessly obliterating surrounding blocks. In his furious attack, he showed no restraint. Observing this, the Grand Princess Shirina furrowed her brows instinctively. Things seemed to be spiraling out of control. Sensibly, she wanted revenge against the person who had killed her half-brother. She could understand the extreme rage exuded by her subordinate. However, such retribution should not be based on reckless anger; otherwise, it would ultimately harm the safety and property of the people. Have all unrelated persons been evacuated? Thinking this, Shirina looked seriously at Andrew, the priest standing beside her. As clergy of the Silent Church, he need not listen to her instructions. However, upon seeing her grave expression, he shook his head instinctively. "The time was too short, the check is unfinished, we can’t be sure if any civilians remain nearby." At his words, an icy gleam flashed in Shirina's eyes. Even the Silent Church prioritized this matter over the lives of ordinary people, which displeased her. Thinking this, Shirina gradually raised her slender, porcelain wrist. In the center of her wrist hung an ancient, rusted bell. That was her unique Level 0 sealed artifact. Shirina decided to prevent this situation from becoming irretrievable. After all, her father had ordered that the fiend be left alive. Though she doubted the existence known as Lynn Bartleon could continue to survive unscathed thereafter. As the criminal mastermind, the villain should die on the empire's gallows. But not at the expense of the people's safety. Just as Shirina was about to lightly flick the bell of the Level 0 sealed artifact with her index finger, an unexpected change occurred. In an instant, she was stunned, her lips slightly parted, as if witnessing an unbelievable spectacle. How could it be? That vile scoundrel, that criminal of unforgivable sins, that villain despised by all. He actually... Watching the flame light spear approach like a meteor, Lynn felt as if he were about to be hit by a burning sun. Despite the distance, his skin felt the sting of burning heat. The originally dim street was illuminated as if it were daylight. Indeed, he was the original protagonist. The plot had not yet reached its mid-point, yet by leveraging fourth-order power, he could already unleash fifth-order combat strength. Observing the scene before him, Lynn was somewhat moved. He did not doubt that even his fiancée Irina, after reaching the fifth order by transplanting his divine factor, would have difficulty facing Sia's strike head-on. Let alone himself. Truth be told, Lynn always lacked skills for direct combat; his extraordinary abilities were all concept-oriented. If he continued along the current line, he might never match Sia in direct combat until reaching the fifth order. After all, the other was the child of fortune favored by the world, continuously growing to the point where even the Witch would not be a match. The ability to infinitely accommodate divine factors and hold multiple beliefs was enough for him to run amok. In contrast, as an "impurity" in the eyes of the world's will, Lynn had only ever been loved by the Witch and Iviste. In the future, the two were destined to have a showdown, and life and death would be ascertained. Thus, although facing Sia early, Lynn was already mentally prepared. Consider it a rehearsal for the future. Thinking this, the blindingly glaring flame light spear tore through the air, reaching Lynn, the boiling heat making him instinctively squint. Even though in the face of Sia's extraordinary ability, there seemed to be no chance of winning, he didn't intend to give up resistance. After all, at its core, this is a world where low to mid-level transcenders compete in strength, while high-level ones compete in concepts. Once one advances to the fifth order, the need for destructive power becomes less crucial. For them, abilities that touch upon laws and concepts hold far more sway in high-end confrontations. For example, Iviste, as a sixth order demigod, possessed multiple conceptual extraordinary abilities like devour, evolve, annihilate, continually driving the Creation Demon into a corner; however, she ultimately failed due to the opponent's profound high-dimensional demonic heritage. Ultimately, to ascend towards the godly realms, sensing rules and concepts is an indispensable path. And now, even as a mere second-order transcender, Lynn had unprecedentedly advanced this process. Indeed. This process referred to those fate threads he saw after using the Fate Weaver mode. If, in the future, Lynn were fortunate enough to reach the seventh-order Saint level, this experience would benefit his path to godhood immensely. Even without considering the future. Even now, upon entering this state a second time, Lynn, with formidable learning capabilities, felt he had gleaned insights. The simplest way to put it is... more threads. Indeed. During his first use of the Fate Weaver mode, he could only see the threads on human beings. But in just one week, the number of threads visible to him increased significantly. In this world, it's not only living beings that possess a so-called destiny. Non-living entities do as well. A pebble on the beach is destined to become smooth as it is eroded by ocean waves year after year, eventually shrinking to sand. A flame in a hearth is destined to become smoke as the firewood burns away. Everything possesses destiny. And this naturally included the supernatural attacks converging from all directions. Within these colorful abilities, Lynn saw many ethereal yet genuinely existing fate threads. Given this, what needed to be done was simple. “A bunch of fools,” Lynn shook his head, “In the end, it falls upon me to clean up after you.” Saying this, a dreamlike, shimmering light began to appear faintly on the surface of his skin. This was the sign of entering the Fate Weaver mode. Unlike before, however, the magical transformation process was skipped this time. In a flash, the youth's hands began dancing in the air, as if tapping on invisible black and white piano keys, or like a grand tailor weaving the threads of fate, carefully orchestrating the finale of a grand opera. If released all at once, the estimated devastation of all the supernatural attacks before him would turn a thousand meters around into ruins. With just a brief sense of his surroundings, Lynn realized there were at least fifteen people who hadn't safely evacuated from the nearby district, including a newborn infant. This was a personal score to settle between himself and Sia. In the Fate Weaver mode, Lynn, sensitive to matters of fate and causality, couldn't simply stand by and let this sudden catastrophe affect the innocent. "Snap—" With the sound of taut violin strings reverberating, the space and time before him seemed to freeze momentarily. By the time the transcendent beings around realized what had happened, the orchestrator had already achieved his purpose flawlessly. In an instant, all the divine light in the street appeared to be erased as if by an invisible hand, clearing the night sky, halting the winds and dust. Even Sia's powerful flame spear vanished. It was as if nothing had ever transpired. If not for every transcendent being present witnessing it, one could easily be misled into thinking so. What just happened? Feeling the bewildered gazes from all directions, Lynn took a deep breath. It was merely a high-tier technique of grafting. By interweaving the characteristics of different divine factors, he achieved a counteractive effect. However, such complex calculations over a short period had taken a toll on his body, causing a piercing headache as if a steel drill was twisting in his brain. In the end, he did this to prevent the battle from affecting innocents. Otherwise, Lynn could have just used "Time's Concealment" to overdraw his future time and escape through a temporal rift. That technique was a life-saver that even the princess couldn't defend against unprepared; naturally, this ragtag assembly before him couldn't stop him. The act was complete. It was time to leave. At this thought, Lynn suddenly felt an intuition, glancing toward a distant rooftop. Instantly, he locked eyes with Grand Princess Shirina. In her gaze, Lynn discerned clear astonishment and bewilderment. He didn't offer any explanation, just a slight smile, then, like a magician taking his final bow, he placed a hand over his chest and offered a courteous nod. "Don't you dare leave!!!" Realizing Lynn's intent to flee, Sia, engulfed in platinum flames, charged at lightning speed, sending waves of heat in all directions. But currently, he was merely fourth-order. Even Iviste was helpless against the mysterious and potent domain of time. "Buzz—" In the next moment, accompanied by the blossoming of white light, a spectral clock emerged behind Lynn. Under the stunned gaze of all, his figure flickered and vanished into a temporal rift. He disappeared entirely. That was close. Almost lost control of the situation. Emerging from the temporal rift, Lynn found himself in an alley several blocks away. Leaning against a wall, he lifted his clothing for inspection. At this moment, a translucent jelly-like membrane covered his skin, resembling rubber clothing, occasionally displaying signs of having been pierced and wrapped in threads. This was a punishment from fate, supposed to take effect on Lynn himself, but that wasn't the case. Clearly, it was the marsh creature brought by Greya playing its part. This was why Lynn could safely enter the Fate Weaver mode again. Previously, during the confrontation with Cur Schustern, due to excessive use of Fate Weaver's abilities, he experienced unprecedented causal punishment. Fortunately, after some attempts, he successfully developed a mechanism to offset this punishment by passing it onto the marsh creature. Since such punishment was ongoing, and Lynn, being an "impurity," lacked the weight of fate, he could only graft his threads with the lowest forms of life; thus, he chose the marsh creature that could freely change forms. In essence, it's akin to the slime commonly seen in his past life, devoid of much intelligence. Its sole choice was due to its ability to continually regenerate under causal punishment. Otherwise, Lynn would have had to gather hundreds of cats and dogs, constantly transferring his harm onto them. He wouldn't be able to do anything else and might even earn the title of pet enthusiast. Satisfied that the marsh creature could still be used, Lynn breathed a small sigh of relief and adjusted his clothes. Though there was no immediate worry, he had a nagging premonition that someday he would pay for this. However, now wasn't the time to ponder that. A week after the Cur Schustern incident concluded, he finally regained freedom, alone on the streets. There was much to be done, but it needed to be approached step by step. With that in mind, Lynn planned to knock on the nearest door and use the Lie Eater to borrow clothes for a disguise. Moments later, a rush of footsteps echoed from inside. High heels? Judging by the stride and sound, it seemed like a lightfooted adult woman approaching the door in a hurry, perhaps eagerly expecting something. Could she be a longing wife mistaking him for her returning husband? No, at this hour, returning home from work wouldn't be the norm. Or perhaps, an illicit tryst was underway, and the woman awaited her lover? Lynn shook his head. Reflecting, this line of thought had nothing to do with him — just remnants of psychological profiling from his past life surfacing subconsciously. With the creak of a door hinge, the house door swung open forcefully. Seeing this, Lynn moved to activate the Lie Eater. "You—" But before he could utter more, he caught sight of the woman's face, and his pupils contracted slightly, leaving him rooted in place. A familiar rose fragrance overwhelmed him. Simultaneously, a melodious voice reached his ears, tinged with a woman's long-suppressed heat and resentment, impossible to erase. "Finally... found you." In the next moment, Lynn felt an irresistible force pulling his entire body forward, his face buried in the soft embrace, surrounded by the gentle and sweet scent of the woman. "What a disobedient little dog." Iviste lowered her head, danger flashing in her ruby-red eyes. "Tell me, how should this royal princess punish you?"