### Chapter 239: I Helped Him Endure - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

### Chapter 240: I Helped Him Endure As the spatial rift opened by the goddess Tia behind him and the witch's aura spanning ten thousand years both descended upon the scene, the tragic resolve Lin En had painstakingly gathered shattered instantly. What the... What is going on? Lin En stood dumbfounded, a hint of cold sweat forming on his forehead as he seemed to realize something. He had thought that the ultimate resolution of this event would be leading the princess into peril alongside him, facing an uncertain and gloomy future. But reality twisted dramatically, and now everything had become perplexingly bewildering. He looked up, dazed, and found himself locking eyes with the witch. She wore the same somewhat tattered black gauze dress as usual, her bare feet gracefully stepping across the ethereal flow of time, her demeanor aloof, noble, and elegant. However, maybe due to the restraints and dilutions caused by the laws of time and space, the End-Time Witch appeared somewhat ethereal at the moment. Yet, unlike her typical cold indifference, a hint of gentleness softened the witch's expression, and an unusual warmth filled her gaze towards him. Just a while ago, they had been in a cold standoff because he defied her orders by not casting the 'Curse of Corruption' on Tia. But now, strangely enough, she had set aside her grievances and traveled a great distance, consuming divine power to be here. Lin En silently breathed a sigh of relief. All along, his greatest reliance to act as he wished was undeniably the witch. Moments ago, he was troubled by the princess facing a future of great upheaval. But upon seeing the poised figure in the black dress, a weight lifted from his heart. Lin En had no idea what state the witch was in now, nor whether the witch traversing ten thousand years was a match for the fallen dark god. But regardless, as long as she was present, the princess’s safety was assured. Even in the worst-case scenario, the witch could whisk her away to safety. This is Lin En’s only vulnerability thus far. Lin En subtly withdrew his gaze. Feigning ignorance to the witch's clear "come to me" signal, he lowered his head like a quail, cautiously glancing back with the corner of his eye. Then he met a pair of tear-filled, verdant eyes. Tia? She looked exactly as he remembered, yet there was an unfathomable aura about her, giving Lin En the uncanny feeling of facing a deity. Of course, this wasn't too surprising. After all, since altering Saint Tia's fate, Lin En had been trapped within the Moonlit Abyss, unaware of the changes in the Pantheon, let alone matters involving goddess Tia. Even so, a curious emotion surfaced deep within him. Hold me, Lin En. Tia, too, said nothing, merely gazing at him with a slightly forlorn look, her eyes filled with a multitude of emotions, silently crying out to him. Give me a break. Lin En felt his scalp tingle once more. These women were all intricately connected to him, now gathered in one place. If he were included, they could start a mahjong table. Seemingly enjoying bliss, in truth, he stood on the brink of a precipice, where a single misstep could plunge him into an endless abyss. Isn’t a triangle the most stable structure? Nonsense. That only applies to ordinary women. But of the three before him, at least two bore little resemblance to the notion of "normal," acting without any sense of restraint. Only because they were currently united against a common enemy did they maintain this fragile balance. Otherwise, in the next moment, they might be at each other's throats, locked in a deadly duel. Amidst the storm's center, Lin En almost forgot the ever-present dark god's corruption, yet clearly sensed the atmosphere's mounting tension. "Retract those eyes, Your Highness! Don't let them linger on anyone else!" As Lin En was contemplating with a tense expression, the princess's grip around his neck tightened, constricting as if to strangle him. Simultaneously, his body was abruptly turned over, his face pressed into the fragrant softness that smelled of roses. Iviste's actions were so forceful, her intense possessiveness reawakening, as if she intended to meld him into her very being. Damn it! You shameless vixens! Why do you always try to steal the empress's most precious treasure! At this moment, a dangerous glint sparked in Iviste's fiery crimson eyes, her murderous intent palpable, as if ready to tear apart the two harlots in her path. But neither goddess Tia nor the witch were easy opponents. As women, their possessiveness for Lin En knew no bounds, wanting to keep him forever by their side. "Let him go!!!" "Remove your filthy hands!" In an instant, both the End-Time Witch and goddess Tia spoke in chilling unison, their gazes terrifyingly fixed on Iviste. Even I haven't done such things with my disciple/Lin En. The thought surfaced simultaneously in both women's minds. Especially for goddess Tia. By Iviste's logic, she and the Silent Saint Tia of ten thousand years ago weren’t technically the same person. She hadn’t spent any private time with Lin En or even exchanged words. By right, she was the latest to join. Thus, ten thousand years later, goddess Tia was filled with an overwhelming sense of urgency. And so, upon witnessing the intimacy between Iviste and Lin En, her emotions exploded. Yet, Iviste seemed unperturbed by their hostility. More so, when Lin En tried to lift his head for air, she firmly pressed it back into the chasm, gently stroking his back as if feeding an infant. "What right do you have to utter such words to me?" Though her touch was motherly soft, Iviste's eyes brimmed with derision, "Especially you." In the next second, her crimson gaze fell upon the witch, unashamedly contemptuous. "You cling to altering memories to maintain a false pretense of a relationship. I didn’t realize my future self would stoop to such a pitiful level—truly revolting." Perhaps suppressing herself for too long, Iviste released the pent-up turmoil of her heart. Her attack was full-spectrum. The witch's once gentle eyes turned chilling in an instant, divine power flickering ominously around her. "Want to kill me?" Iviste taunted with a raised eyebrow, "By all means, but remember: once gone, your future self vanishes too." "Ultimately, what’s your standing to brazenly stand here, utterly shameless as you are?" "Boom—" With the convergence of divine powers clashing, the Moonlit Abyss trembled, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Iviste, shimmering slightly, relocated with Lin En in her arms to a spot thousands of meters away. "Return him to me." The End-Time Witch addressed Iviste, whose arm seeped with blood, speaking from her high ground. After all, the future version of Iviste indeed held an advantage beyond repair within such a limited period, despite the restraints of time’s river. Especially with the complete shattering of the lunar goddess's chains, the witch's power was unmatched. Ignoring her trembling arm, Iviste coldly regarded her adversary, her silence speaking volumes. "I had no clue of the relationship you allude to between yourselves." She continued to firmly hold Lin En, unflinchingly, "Just a gloomy girl clinging to the shadows of my memories to endure, unable to change anything beyond some disgusting little tricks." In provoking the witch’s fury, Iviste could confidently claim first prize. "And what about you?" The witch flatly replied, finally breaking her silence, "Using such unhealthy, twisted methods to force him by your side, Iviste, do you truly think yourself noble?" "If everything is as you claim, upright and honest, then why, at this moment, do you desperately cling to him rather than allowing him the freedom to choose?" Iviste let out a cold laugh. "Don't forget, I am you. Those so-called twisted and pathological methods, you have once used them on him too." Cut her off when unnecessary and claim unity when needed—Her Highness’s standards were indeed a bit double-edged. "So now you consider me a part of you? That's not what you were saying before." "Cut the crap; if you're going to fight, then fight." Despite the urgency of the situation, the two found themselves in a fierce argument, trading barbs back and forth. Meanwhile, Lin En, at the center of it all, seemed to have given up resisting, remaining motionless in Iviste's embrace. This scene did not escape the eyes of the sidelined goddess Tia, and it brought an unprecedented wave of grievance to her heart. After all, they hadn't seen each other in ten thousand years, yet aside from a brief glance, this wretched man had made no sign toward her since then. Couldn’t he at least offer a bit of comfort or encouragement? Moreover, this was no time for internal conflict. Glancing at Beatrice, stunned and chaotic within the divine gates, goddess Tia took a deep breath. "This..." "Shut up, you little wench! Do you think it’s your place to speak?!" Iviste's reddened eyes were sharp as blades, scathing as she glared at Tia. The End-Time Witch also looked at Tia with an emotionless expression, exerting an invisible pressure. The disdain and contempt felt by Tia was deeply ingrained, as though they never considered her an equal, wounding the goddess’s heart. Reflecting upon it, even with the immensely powerful End-Time Witch, their relationship was nothing more than a mere transaction, far from an alliance. For instance, when she had merely intended to speak, an icy glare swiftly came her way. Ultimately, for the sake of Lin En, Tia was willing to endure any grievance. But the current scenario roused the pride innate to her as a woman. After all, she was also a deity; although she may not be as formidable as the End-Time Witch, it didn’t mean she lacked the right to speak. Breathing deeply, goddess Tia faced the two at odds. Despite them having no established relationship with him... And some things happened only between her and Lin En. A fierce competitive streak surged within her. In the next moment, goddess Tia parted her lips. "I helped him endure." Her voice was soft yet carried clearly to their ears. Instantly, Iviste and the End-Time Witch's pupils widened, as if hearing something utterly incredible. Moments later, both women simultaneously turned, staring at Tia. "What did you say?" The hollow voices of both Iviste and the End-Time Witch seemed as if they emerged from an endless abyss, cold and penetrating. Yet, ironically, it was this reaction that was most terrifying. For a moment, goddess Tia felt a chill run down her spine. But determined to stand on equal ground with them, she bit her lip, maintaining her posture, attempting to appear calm. Without retreat, even faced with their intimidating gazes, goddess Tia subtly lifted her right hand. "To give relief, manage desires," she said, forming an 'O' with her thumb and index finger, mimicking a repetitive, piston-like motion. "Surely both of you have experienced such things with him?" Her expression subtly tinged with embarrassment, she gently tucked her long hair behind an ear, lowering her gaze. "That time, I was rather inexperienced, so I used some saliva as a makeshift lubricant." "But... he's quite extraordinary in that regard." With each explosive line she uttered, the whole Moonlit Abyss seemed suspended in a rule of silence. Right now, Lin En, nestled in Iviste's arms, wished he could simply suffocate and avoid whatever calamitous confrontation would ensue. In truth, ever since Her Highness and the witch referred to Tia as a "little wench," Lin En had sensed a major disaster looming. As someone familiar with the source material, he knew well that even the seemingly doll-like Tia possessed her own brand of possessiveness. Though her manner differed, it was no less intense than Iviste's. Thus, from the moment conflict erupted among them, Lin En foresaw the outcome, merely hoping that moment could be postponed. However, the world it seemed, had other plans for him. This is it. It’s over. Lin En thought, filled with despair. (ps: This scene will conclude tomorrow.) (End of the chapter.)