Chapter 236: My Little Puppy, Master Has Finally Found You - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 237: My Little Puppy, Master Has Finally Found You No matter the situation, intelligence is of utmost importance. This is one of Lynn’s mottos. Previously, as a second-tier extraordinary being trying to meddle in grand events involving the secrets of deities might have seemed absurd to anyone else. Especially since the opposing party wasn’t some lower deity revered by a remote small nation, but one of the three major true gods with a long-standing history and origin in the Holy Roland Empire. Such an existence might effortlessly obliterate countless tier-two beings with merely a glance. Yet Lynn came anyway. The reason was simple—because he had read the original work and possessed nearly all the information related to the Moon Goddess. As she was considered one of the main protagonists in the novel, she wasn’t sparsely depicted. Despite the numerous factors of gambling with his life and luck, Lynn never thought he could face the wrath of a deity and remain unscathed. Yet the scene before him vividly demonstrated the crucial importance of having prior intelligence when executing a plan. Knowing beforehand that Beatrice’s current state was poor, with her true form enduring unprecedented contamination that even divine means couldn't expunge, emboldened Lynn to take such a life-risking gamble. His understanding of Beatrice’s true personality allowed him to easily provoke her anger through words, leading her to overlook his covert maneuvers, steering the event to its current conclusion. And due to his deep understanding of the core characteristics of the Wishing Jar and the high-dimensional demon, he could channel all his strength with such radical focus on practical actions. In sum, the scene unfolding before Lynn’s eyes wasn’t a mere stroke of luck, nor could it be explained away by Beatrice’s oversight. No matter how many times it replayed, the ultimate result would always lead to this singular possibility. In other words, Lynn’s actions precipitated the Moon Goddess’s eventual defeat—provided, of course, that one could consider this mutually destructive outcome as a victory. "Beatrice, you won't get away!!!" In an instant, the young demon’s eyes burst with a dazzling red light. It was, undoubtedly, a lie. The Moon Goddess, armed with supreme divine power, isn’t bound by any earthly rules and can go anywhere as she pleases. However, under the warping effects of the wishing power and the brainwashing of the Lie Swallower, what could initially pose no influence on Beatrice manifested as a slight external force before the shifting gears of destiny, sufficient to alter the future. Minimal, yet incredibly real. "?!" A momentary sluggish sensation swept through her entire body. For a brief moment, Beatrice felt as if her joints rusted, her once swift form trembling slightly and halting mid-air. Observing his handiwork, a manic grin spread across Lynn’s lips as warm blood slowly oozed from his seven orifices. Using the Lie Swallower on an incomplete Beatrice for just a moment resulted in unprecedented backlash, as if his brain were stabbed with a red-hot iron rod and stirred, causing excruciating pain that made even his strong endurance waver. The pain! It’s unbearable! At this moment, Lynn was on the brink of losing the power of the Creative Demon, his form teetering in the sky. "Thud—" Beatrice seized the fleeting flaw, casting a blazing white light that pierced through Lynn’s heart. The youth coughed up blood in bursts, plummeting from the sky. Simultaneously, Beatrice, momentarily restricted by the Lie Swallower, returned to her normal state, disappointment flickering when her strike failed to kill the persistent adversary. "Do you think you can stop me?" Beatrice’s voice was icy. "A mere tier-two ant fantasizing about such heroics... Don’t fret, once I resolve my true form’s issues, I’ll personally deal with you slowly." The reason for the current dire straits was entirely due to this ant-like creature. Yet no matter what she did, she couldn’t completely erase him from existence. With a chilling gaze, Beatrice turned back into a streaking light. From the distant sky, the massive door connecting heaven and earth, had become a hellish Moon God’s realm, echoing with layers of whispers and screams, unnerving anyone into fleeing instantaneously. Blackened souls, interlaced with chains forged from bones, burst forth from the door, reaching for the distant Beatrice in pursuit! Ever since being conspired against by the demons and evil gods, the Moon Goddess’s true form had been tormented unrelentingly by contamination for millennia, filled with unprecedented hatred and anger. She intended to reclaim the part of consciousness severed from Beatrice, dragging it into eternal damnation with her in their netherworld. And precisely knowing her fate if caught spurred Beatrice to momentarily set aside her wrath towards Lynn, focusing solely on escape. Hence, what Lynn did earlier was to thwart her plan. Even though they weren’t on the same side nor had they ever met, In an absurd twist, Lynn and the true form of the Moon Goddess from the Divine Realm reached a temporary common goal. Intercept Beatrice! "It really hurts..." Watching the gaping hole in his heart and the black mire slowly seeping out to fill it, a cold smile surfaced on Lynn's face. Since entering the Rift of the Moon, his body had suffered unimaginable destruction and ruin. Without the Creative Demon's empowering influence and the Wishing Jar’s core ability, Lynn would undoubtedly have died on the spot. Even so, every encounter and clash during those moments inflicted unbearable pain upon him, as if he were being subjected to countless tortures in merely an instant. The agony surpassed even that from the border incident. Back then, to utilize the Thorn Crown as his final trump card, Lynn recklessly accumulated pain energy through the Chair of Torment, ultimately defeating Kusustan, the King of Coercion, and the yet-to-be-revived Creative Demon, Yuvilia. Faced now with Beatrice, her state was a hundredfold more imposing than theirs. Luckily, Lynn at this moment wasn’t the ordinary person he used to be. Though still incredibly weak, an enraged ant can also cause pain to an elephant. "Who allowed you to run?" Beatrice, about to vanish into the sky and fleeing the scene, had just opened a spatial rift. Yet, a cold voice echoed from behind. She instinctively turned back, witnessing the rapidly falling youth lift his right hand, snapping his fingers. Yes, a mere snap. He bore a trace of weakness on his face, as if he'd exhausted every means to struggle but failed to inflict any real harm on Beatrice. Trying to catch my attention? At times, these foolish humans do absurd things for inexplicable ceremonial reasons. Yet at this juncture, she didn’t think he possessed any ability to detain her. Perhaps unable to kill him here herself, Beatrice vowed that after seizing Tia’s body, she would revisit this place to awaken his dead consciousness, tormenting him for millennia to vent her grudge. With such thoughts, Beatrice shot a cold glance, swiftly retracting her gaze. But in the next instant, her previously composed demeanor froze on her face. Layers of wailing shadows, interwoven with blood-stained thorns, rapidly crossed thousands of meters, swirling around her like a vortex. "?!" Before Beatrice could react, the peculiar energy, saturated with someone’s intense pain and hatred, transformed into a sharp spike, piercing deep into her consciousness! In a flash, even a god could hardly endure the overwhelming agony surging through her, causing Beatrice to tremble violently and cry out in sharp agony as if electrified. The space itself reverberated intensely, yet failed to alleviate the pain within her. No doubt, no matter the robust personality molded by tens of thousands of years of experience, it shattered under such excruciating pain. Damn Lynn!!! The agony ignited unprecedented hatred and fury, further breaching her last shred of rationale. In an instant, Beatrice’s form reversed, hair billowing, as she darted towards Lynn's position! Chapter 237: My Little Puppy, Master Has Finally Found You She wanted to tear this damn, pathetic ant limb from limb, grind him into dust, ensuring that cursed demonic power could never restore him again! Upon seeing this, a mocking expression appeared on Lynn's face. "My dear, did you... forget something?" "Rattle rattle rattle..." A spine-chilling sound from behind promptly snapped Beatrice back to reality. If anyone else had been witnessing this, she wouldn't have shown such an extreme and dramatic change in character. But she was faced with Lynn, whose talent for sarcasm and rhetoric was unparalleled. What’s more, he was the male she detested most. A combination of factors rapidly unravelled what should have been an assured victory for Beatrice, leaving her in such a dire predicament. The instant her sanity returned, overwhelming regret surged through her, her aura blazing fiercely as she once more attempted to dissolve into a streak of light to escape into the horizon. However, it was too late. Being far more powerful than this fraction of the Moon’s consciousness, the indescribable entity behind the Divine Kingdom’s gate locked onto her, leaving no sanctuary for Beatrice in heaven or earth once it did. Dark turbulence, entwined with bone-forged chains of death, pierced through Beatrice's moonlit, ethereal form, leaving charred marks. Not only that, it unleashed an unstoppable force, forcefully dragging Beatrice’s body toward the gate of the Moon Goddess’s realm. Screaming and twisting, her previous might utterly vanished. Yet such struggles were futile before her true form. That was a genuine god, unmatched by a mere half-formed lunar consciousness. Lynn, too, had no illusions of influencing a deity, especially one twisted into an indescribable entity by corruption. As his body continued to plummet, Lynn gazed impassively at the self-inflicted Beatrice. The corruption from the evil god ceaselessly converged, like a drop of intense black ink merging with the lunar consciousness, tainting the once pure and bright orb. Recognizing the change within, Beatrice descended into despair. As she violently struggled with her remaining strength, countless eyes formed over her body, filled with hatred and glaring at the distant youth. "I’ve lost." Twisted into a form almost like an evil god, Beatrice seemed to have completely relinquished the hold over "beauty," appearing hideous and terrifying. "But so what." "Even though... I can’t kill you here... but that vessel... has an extremely strong... spiritual connection with me." "Once... I fully fall... she will also face... appropriate punishment." Having said this, as she was about to be engulfed by the interdimensional gate, Beatrice wore a venomous expression. "Let me see." "Let me see what kind of ugly face... humanity’s cherished love will reveal... when your beloved becomes... a monstrous abomination." Realizing all her escape routes were cut off, Beatrice issued a spiteful proclamation toward Lynn. It wasn’t a mere bluff. In actuality, this body had been intimately linked with Beatrice from its inception. Had Tia not been a hindrance, she might have long since achieved successful reincarnation. In other words, once Beatrice accepted her fate as a fallen evil god, all of Lynn’s schemes would crumble. Not only that, but Tia herself would also be affected. Yet even in the face of Beatrice’s malicious curse, Lynn, the orchestrator of all this, remained emotionless. "I knew all this much earlier." His expression was calm as he summoned the last vestiges of demonic power within him, reforming his sky-shrouding wings. The next instant, like a meteor, the youth shot toward Beatrice, who was bound by chains of law. At the brink of being swallowed by the gate, Lynn made a move that Beatrice could never comprehend. "?!" Suddenly, all the eyes grown on Beatrice’s deforming body widened. Instead of seizing the chance to flee the catastrophe, the youth resolutely charged forward. Without the preceding events, one might assume Beatrice was someone the young man was risking his life to save. "From the start, I never intended to walk away unscathed," Lynn murmured, "In fact, merely becoming a demon as my end seems too easy, and an underestimation of you, the Moon Goddess." "After all, what I sought was never victory." "But rather—" Just as he was about to utter "mutual destruction," intent on dragging Beatrice to the depths of hell, Lynn suddenly heard a soft sound of shattering space. At this moment, his hand was on her throat, arm halfway submerged into the gate of the Moon Goddess’s domain. Time seemed to sluggishly tick by. "Lynn!!!" Faintly, he heard Tia’s anxious call from behind. Before Lynn could grasp the situation, a swelling, soft sensation forcefully pushed against his back. Simultaneously, slender arms came from behind as if transcending time and space, embracing his body tightly. The familiar scent of roses rekindled a deep, hidden memory within Lynn. Then, warm, sweet breaths hovered by his ear. "My little puppy... Master has finally found you." (Chapter End)