Chapter 235: I Was Here First - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 236: I Was Here First To be honest. When Ivesta realized that the presence before her was Tia, the Silent Saintess from ten thousand years in the future, who had ascended to the divine moon's throne, an unprecedented alertness surged in her heart. Combining this revelation with the grief she displayed, like a woman who just lost her lover, it wasn't hard to deduce what transpired between this little wench and her loyal pet during those missing days. However, what's done was done, and Ivesta couldn't just turn a blind eye to it. Had it been the Tia from before, she might not have given it a second thought; killing her would have sufficed. But now, she was facing a true deity. Although she knew she would become the supreme End Witch in the future, unrivaled by anyone, Ivesta had already mentally separated herself from that treacherous woman she would become. In other words, at present, she's confronting a deity as a mere mortal, actively taking an adversarial stance. The moment Ivesta discovered the true identity of her opponent, her prior psychological edge evaporated. Even so, she still harbored a murderous intent toward this deity before her. The reason was simple. While she hadn't deliberately pondered it, considering the ambiguity between Lynn and that vile future version of herself, it was hard to ascertain his true attitude toward this little vixen in front of her. One formidable opponent already had her flustered; now there was another. No, two. Even though this entity claiming to be from ten thousand years ahead posed a considerable threat, the Silent Saintess Tia was no easy foe either. The rationale was simple. Analyzing the current situation, the Moon Goddess from ten thousand years later hadn't encountered Lynn yet. This implied that the reason he risked his life was purely from those few nights spent with the Silent Saintess Tia. The mere thought of this possibility made Ivesta's lungs feel like they would burst from anger. She originally intended to train her little dog to believe he couldn't live without his master, holding onto his first time until now. But now, it seemed likely that someone else might have reaped the benefits. As an ultimate dominator, this was something Ivesta absolutely couldn't tolerate. Thus, even when the opponent proposed to swiftly rescue Lynn, she promptly rejected it. Not because she didn't care about his safety. Quite the opposite. Just look at what she's doing now. A woman with an intense possessiveness, upon finding out her man risked his life for someone else, not only didn't abandon him but also disregarded her own safety, personally venturing into danger to try and rescue him. Moreover, even with anger prevailing, Lynn's life remained paramount in her heart. The only reason she hadn't immediately aligned with the other woman's suggestion was due to the lack of reaction from that vile version of herself she would become. No one knows oneself better than she does. If the situation truly is dire, with her temperament, she would undoubtedly have gone mad, instead of adopting this current "watching from the sidelines" attitude. Bitch. Ivesta cursed in her heart. But just as the tension between the two women reached a peak, she witnessed a sight that she would remember for a lifetime in the next second. While gods didn't hold much glamour in her eyes, as a fellow strong individual, she understood that lofty mindset. Much like Ivesta herself. At the semi-divine level, except for Lynn, she rarely deigns to speak kindly to anyone. It’s an arrogance rooted deep in one's bones, a genuine belief that she was a different breed from others. Lowering her head to those beneath her level? Ivesta could swear, there was no one who could make her do such a thing. It wasn't just her; all strong individuals were like this. Yet when "Tia" knelt before her, tears brimming in her eyes, a fervent feeling of absurdity crashed over Ivesta, delivering an unprecedented mental shock. What, what was she doing?! In her daze, the sharp red light forming at Ivesta's fingertips threatened to dissipate. She considered numerous possibilities, the most plausible being a fierce battle, ending in her victory. Even though the opponent held a comparable semi-divine status, Ivesta, only slightly inferior to the End Witch, didn't consider her a match. Yet things went awry. "Tia’s" actions staggered her expectations. Not only did they avoid conflict, but she also actively lowered herself, appearing meek and submissive. Damn it! Damn this! What are you trying to do, you despicable woman?! Stand up! STAND UP! You are... You are, after all, a god. Ivesta instinctively wished to crush her slender neck, proving she wouldn’t buy this act. But for some reason, tears rimmed her eyes, her silver teeth clenched tight, stumbling back a few paces, the extraordinary light in her palm flickering, revealing her emotional turmoil. A heart attuned to strength knows what it takes to make such a sacrifice. As she said. Only a love for Lynn beyond all else could compel "Tia" to such actions. Perhaps, to her, so-called dignity paled in comparison to his safety. This act was like a sword, piercing deeply into Ivesta's heart. An unprecedented fear stirred within her. A fear that perhaps her beloved little pet might not be hers anymore. Why? Why do this to me? Clearly, clearly, I was here first. At this moment, Ivesta's reason told her it was best to just leave. Call it a retreat or an escape. No matter what, she had already lost to the other in spirit. Though the other knelt, the psychological advantage had clearly been established. Maybe from the very beginning, she shouldn’t have been involved. He was the one who betrayed her first. This time alone, she had done nothing wrong. Ivesta's eyes brimmed red, using all her might to suppress her tears, trying to quell the bitterness inside. Even if she killed the other here, what had happened was indelible. Just leave. Let them be. Perhaps she and he were never meant to be from the start. Otherwise, why would fate continuously subject her to such wretched jokes? Not one, but two versions of herself ten thousand years later wasn't enough? Thinking thus, Ivesta clenched her silver teeth, her face pale as she turned to flee. As the third princess, it was her first hasty retreat. Completely out of character. Yet genuinely occurring. In the past, anything unfavorable was met with only one answer—death. Perhaps only matters regarding Lynn could break through Ivesta's defenses to this extent. She was exhausted from running around for that scoundrel, everything taking a toll on her spirit. But just as she was about to take a step, the small dog in her arms seemed to feel something. First, it barked fiercely at the distant, kneeling "Tia," as if scolding her deceitful behavior. Then, it whimpered, tenderly licking Ivesta's pale, slender wrist. As if saying: Leaving now would truly let her win! Seeing the puppy's aggrieved, desperate look, Ivesta's expression became absent, her raised foot paused in mid-air, unwilling to descend. Yes. A sudden clarity aroused within her. The outcome of this conflict would ultimately be decided in one way. Lynn's stance. She had yet to see her defiant little dog, and she had been driven to such defenselessness by the other’s actions. How absurd. Moreover, hadn’t she always played the role of the loser her whole life? She had never triumphed over that vile version of herself ten thousand years in the future. Not only had she lost the battle, but she had also been told face-to-face by the former Lynn that “I belong to the Sorceress Miss.” Even so, she remained undeterred, never conceding. Was she really letting such a minor trick from the adversary disrupt her reason now? With that in mind, Ivesta took a deep breath. Meanwhile, "Tia" stood silent. To be honest. Before she knelt down, she had actually given it careful thought. Though engaging in a battle with Ivesta to determine superiority was a viable option, having traversed ten thousand years, her power was unprecedentedly weak. Moreover, Ivesta was the past self of that Sorceress Miss, not someone easy to deal with. If not for a secret agreement with the End Witch, she wouldn't have had the chance to travel back. Already a step slower than these two unpredictable women, she had to take an unconventional approach. So in the end, "Tia," with her ten thousand years of experience, made this move simply to provoke her opponent, either to make Ivesta attack her or to drive her away. Any outcome would be acceptable. Her actions might seem manipulative. But in love, there can be no third party interference. Especially since she was the third party herself. At this moment, watching Ivesta trying to leave without a word, "Tia’s" heart raced. As Ivesta had mentioned earlier. Her man, she would rescue him herself. The most crucial task at hand was to get Ivesta to leave. But that wish ultimately fell short. Just as Ivesta was about to take a step, something seemed to strike her mind. Her black-stockinged foot, clad in high heels, hung mid-air, failing to descend. Then it quietly returned to its original position. Witnessing this, "Tia" felt her heart sink. This grand performance was meant to climax between her and Lynn, yet it was crudely interrupted by this intrusive presence. Could the witch have foreseen even this?! "Tia" clenched her snow-white slender fingers, unable to vent the overwhelming grievance in her heart. Meanwhile, a cold voice resonated faintly within the underground space. "...How can he be saved?" "Hey, love, don't you feel something odd is happening?" In the Moon God's Rift, Lynn floated high above, baring his pearly white teeth, glancing playfully at the goddess's apparition formed by the gentle moonlight. Hearing this, Beatrice's chest heaved quickly, then she gritted her teeth, suppressing disgust as she responded, "Don't disgrace yourself with such pathetic tricks." Her voice was icy cold. Simultaneously, an unsettling feeling creeped over her entire body, with layers of eldritch whispers echoing in her ears that agitated her divine power, leading to severe visual hallucinations. The main body should have been cleanly severed from the divine realm to avoid demon pollution. Unexpectedly, the powers harnessed once again exceeded her estimation. The pollution inside became inevitable, and now all Beatrice wished was to eradicate this pest before her. Kill! Kill him!!! A cold, violent voice roared in her mind, prompting Beatrice to subconsciously raise her hand, igniting a flickering moon flame. But in the next moment, a spine-chilling sensation swept over her. No! This is not my will! Valuing her divine nature and self-awareness greatly, Beatrice instantly realized something amiss in her actions. She immediately looked towards Lynn in the distance, greeted by a sinister, wicked smile. Recalling his earlier words, Beatrice spoke coldly, suppressing her shock, "What have you done to me?" "Still haven't noticed?" Lynn suddenly stretched lazily, "Is it the excessive pollution from the main body? Or is it those wounds I left on you, which 'tainted' your body?" Upon these words, Beatrice seemed to grasp something. She quickly bowed her head, stirring sacred power within, diffusing it through every corner of her being. In an instant, tiny scars surfaced. Moreover, barely visible black demon energy subtly seeped into the depths of these wounds. "You!!!" A thread of anger broke free from her divine composure, manifesting on Beatrice's face. Lynn's figure flickered, eluding the formidable attack that could easily shatter mountains, then watched the Moon Goddess’s current state with interest. As he initially assumed, the wounds weren't fatal, even if they appeared on a mortal, they'd be mere scratches, unworthy of attention. Distracted by potential demon pollution from the main body, Beatrice overlooked the black demon energy Lynn had left behind. Thus, these creation demon essences, similar to the whispers of elder gods, subtly encroached upon Beatrice's pollution symptoms, leading to an explosive outbreak! Simultaneously, a monstrous aura of resentment and hatred erupted from within the Moon Goddess’s consciousness!!! It was resentment born from the severed main body. Or perhaps, during prolonged pollution and anguish, the so-called "true form of the Moon Goddess" had long been transformed by eldritch whispers and demonic corruption into something unknown and malevolent. It hated, resented, questioning why Beatrice's consciousness was cut off instead of some other segment of the main body. This darkness stemmed from the deeply corrupted heart of the Moon Goddess’s true form. It wanted to snatch back this relatively pure consciousness into the perpetually hellish divine realm, pulling it into eternal damnation alongside. "Boom—!!!" The next second, under Beatrice's stunned eyes, an interdimensional gateway, bridging heaven and earth, accompanied by the roar and dissonance as if heralding world’s end, tore through the space, descending high above in the Moon God’s Rift. Endless pollution and layer upon layer of eldritch whisperings emanated, the obscured and malevolent aura causing involuntary physical discomfort. It was a curse from the depths of the abyss, an unnamable pollution ever trailing the Moon Goddess. A flash of terror suddenly filled Beatrice's eyes. She instinctively transformed into a stream of light, darting towards the distance, without even considering confronting the entity behind the gate, solely focused on escaping the doorway, fleeing the grasp of the Moon Goddess’s corrupted form. Yet in the next instant, a dramatic shift occurred! As Beatrice, panicked and desperate, tried to leave the Moon God’s Rift, the figure of the young man appeared on her inevitable path. Simultaneously, red eyes captured her gaze. Even though this was a segment of the main body's conscious awareness, it still held divine rank. Such beings, no matter how Lynn used his power, couldn't be affected under normal circumstances. However, an elusive opportunity briefly emerged. What Lynn needed to do was seize it. To halt her, even for a fleeting moment, from the spinning gears of fate. Even if just for a single, brief moment. Realizing his intention, Beatrice let out a sharp scream: "Damn human!!! Do you think you’ve won just by doing this?!" "Yes! That’s exactly it!" The youth’s eyes blazed like blood, his demeanor radiating pure arrogance, "Beatrice, you’re not going anywhere!" To a deity, that was certainly a pitiful lie. But as a slight external force capable of prying the wheel of fate, it was more than enough. Liar Devourer, activate! (Chapter End)