Chapter 240: Alliance - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 241: Alliance to Pursue the Husband Achieved! Despite the God Moon Rift being filled with the endless whispers and corruption of the Fallen Evil God, despite the pressing and dire situation, and despite everyone being on the brink of inescapable doom, the atmosphere in the entire space came to a standstill the moment Goddess Tiya's words lightly fell. If Beatrice's questioning gaze wasn't still lingering on everyone, one might have thought that time itself had stopped. At this moment, Lin En, who lay nestled in Iviste's arms, even refused to lift his head, wishing fervently to remain frozen in time like this. If one were to give an analogy, it would be as if the first girlfriend and the second girlfriend were fiercely competing to determine who is the main partner when suddenly a new challenger enters, using the body of the presumed main rival, to declare, "Your man's got skills; I quite like it." Hey, Tiya! Since when did you have such a scheming nature? You're really stirring the pot to its max here! Could it be that all that delicate demeanor before was just a facade, masking a mind full of palace intrigue tricks? The despairing Lin En buried his head in Iviste's soft bosom, thinking helplessly. Ordinarily, it would have been an incredibly seductive scene, yet Cloud seemed to sense some kind of danger and, rather unusually, chose not to comment. This was undoubtedly the most troublesome situation Lin En had encountered since coming to this world. And that's not even considering how Her Highness and the Witch would view him after all this. The most crucial point was that, in the past, he had exposed the lie of hypnosis to lead Tiya back onto her rightful life path, only for her to leave him in anger. Yet, after twists and turns, their fates intertwined again. But that's not the main issue. The important thing was that Tiya now knew the hypnosis was a sham! From the current perspective, she seemed to have come to terms with it. Yet, the more it seemed so, the more it unsettled Lin En. If that incident had become an eternal source of pain in Tiya's heart, she might've simply buried it deeply without ever speaking of it. But recalling Tiya's maximum level of sly demeanor just moments ago, Lin En seriously suspected whether she might throw the so-called hypnosis in as spicy gossip like "marital fun" to provoke Her Highness and the Witch. After all, it was they who initiated this, and until now, they were still in the dark. If they were to find out the truth, Lin En imagined it would be nightmarish! What to do? What should be done? Faced with such a scenario, Lin En desperately wished to go back a few minutes and scold his previous self. Why didn't he pull Beatrice for a decisive self-destruction sooner? His words doomed him! "Lin En." Just when Lin En's mind was filled with disaster thoughts, a cold voice finally reached his ears after who-knows-how-long a silence. It was Iviste calling his name. Maybe pretending to be dead is still the best course. Without saying a word, Lin En buried his head in Iviste's softness, attempting to play the ostrich and escape this ordeal. But in the next moment, he suddenly felt his face gripped by two icy hands, forcibly lifting his face. At the same time, he found himself staring into a pair of brilliant red eyes. In his memory, Her Highness’s gaze was always sharp, like a blade, only showing hints of gentleness when directed at him. Yet now, those eyes, which should have been as radiant and clear as red gems, seemed drained of all luster, dull and vacant. "Is what she said true?" Iviste's voice was barely above a whisper. Yet Lin En detected a slight tremble in her tone. For reasons unknown, his heart suddenly twisted into a knot. Even facing the dire moments of a 0-level Sealed Artifact riot in the Solon Mountains, Iviste’s eyes never showed such despair. Yet now, merely a few words from Tiya inflicted a blow far exceeding that of those previous times. "Your Highness, I..." Lin En stammered, struggling to find the words. Perhaps moments ago, he could still jest about it with a wailing tone, reviewing the situation that others could only envy. But as the instigator of it all, upon seeing Iviste’s heart-wrenching gaze, an unprecedented stir of emotions welled up within him. Regardless of anything else, their feelings for him were deeply genuine. Though the expression of those feelings might have been somewhat twisted, no one wishes for a third party to taint their once-pure love. Upon learning of the Witch’s existence, Iviste comforted herself with the notion that they were essentially the same person. However, Tiya's sudden involvement meant they could no longer deceive themselves with such lies. Why now, of all times? Lin En took a deep breath, attempting to quell the anxiety swirling in his heart. Simultaneously, a pained groan echoed faintly beside him. He reflexively glanced over, then froze in place. Without his notice, the once silent Witch had approached Tiya, lifting her high by the throat. She seemed to have reverted to that ruthless end-time witch, the one uninterested in any worldly matter, her gaze upon Tiya bleak and devoid of light, reminiscent of countless abstract lines that made one's scalp tingle. In that moment, it felt like her sole thought was to make this "cheating harlot" pay for her transgressions. "Which hand did you use to help him?" The Witch’s voice resonated through the God Moon Rift. It was the first time Lin En had seen the Witch he always admired and respected reveal such a side of herself. She, who should have been more withdrawn and disenchanted with the world, stirred by nothing. And the root cause of this scene before him was none other than himself. Lin En took a deep breath. Even he did not fully grasp the turmoil within the End-time Witch's heart now. This feeling surpassed even the loathing and resentment she harbored for the world once before. And there was only one reason—she was lagging far behind everyone else. Just like Iviste had implicitly suggested earlier. She was merely a shadowy figure frittering away her life a hundred thousand years hence, living off the memories Iviste left behind. The intimate moments between the past her and Lin En were never experiences she herself had you. This was the deep-seated inferiority complex within the Witch, something she could hardly act on due to her sealed state, despite harboring unrealistic fantasies. Of course, the most pivotal issue was the matter of identity. She once tried to bind Lin En to her side by establishing a divine and worshiper relationship, This strategy, in the end, was effective, for in manipulating his memories, the End-time Witch became Lin En's most revered figure. But the costs showed themselves, too. They rarely saw each other even without the divine-worshiper layer separating them, and although Lin En held admiration for her, it also created an immense sense of distance. This distance stalled any advancements in their relationship. Even requesting a hug or a kiss would likely be met with refusal. And as for helping him with his desires, it was even more out of the question. In Lin En's eyes, she was synonymous with the very concept of a "goddess." Yet now, discovering even the Moon Goddess Tiya, whom she found beneath her, had engaged in such uninhibited behavior with Lin En, the Witch snapped. Mirroring Iviste's nature closely, she harbored an immense competitive streak and possessiveness. At this moment, jealousy and hatred for Goddess Tiya surged forth unchecked. Oh no! The Witch intends to kill Tiya! Realizing this, Lin En instinctively raised his head, turning towards the girl suspended in the air. He planned to convey through his gaze that Tiya should not resist the Witch nor provoke her as she just had. But upon meeting eyes with Tiya, Lin En was taken aback. He had expected to find regret and reproach for his cowardly behavior in her gaze. Unexpectedly. As he raised his head, he realized her gaze had been fixed on him all along, unwavering. It seemed she harbored no resentment against his actions. Chapter 241: Alliance to Pursue the Husband Achieved! Even though he didn't utter a word, Lin En conveyed everything from his heart through those gentle, emerald eyes. It was as if they were saying, "It's okay, Lin En." In that fleeting moment, he had a dim realization that perhaps the Tiya before him wasn't the one he had always known. A revelation dawned on him, making him finally understand the immense weight of that gaze of longing spanning over ten thousand years. Lin En took a deep breath. To lament his past choices at this juncture would be the act of a coward. A true man must not only have the audacity and skill to maintain multiple relationships but also the courage and capability to manage the ensuing chaos. To simply flee from the scene, leaving all the burdens on those whose personalities are twisted, would be an act of sheer cowardice. Yet even so, finding a way for all four women, including Saintess Tiya, to coexist peacefully was something Lin En could hardly conceive. Their existence seemed like natural adversaries, with annihilation of one side being the only way to resolve hatred. It's akin to certain reflections within human society. Even the seemingly invincible Holy Loran Empire was rotting from within, full of diverse factions and powers, engaging in relentless political struggles that could lead to life-or-death confrontations at any moment. However, even in such chaotic and complex hierarchies, there's a chance of temporary reconciliation under extreme situations. That is, by establishing a common enemy. An enemy so formidable that it forces these factions and levels to set aside their differences temporarily and unite for a common cause—to overturn the unfavorable situation. Similar scenarios were not uncommon. Even in his previous life, Lin En had learned and understood how many countries in history waged war to divert internal conflicts. Therefore. Despite the mental chaos, Lin En knew he had to step forward and bring an end to all this. During his previous battle with Beatrice, he had left numerous fine wounds on her body, infiltrating them with the power of the Creation Demon. This was Lin En’s plan from the beginning. If things progressed to the point where he had no choice but to fall into the Moon God’s Kingdom with her, the residual demon power within Beatrice would serve as an anchor and coordinate. But due to the arrival of the three women, things hadn’t yet progressed to an irretrievable stage. The three women before him, though none had reached a divine level, each somehow triggered an unparalleled divine warning within Beatrice. This was why she chose to silently watch from the sidelines for now. However, for this presence that could perfectly serve as a formidable adversary, how could Lin En let her go so easily? In the next second, as the demon power lingering in Beatrice was triggered, her body began to tremble. It was a strong sensation long forgotten, originating from below her abdomen, continuously emitting tingling and warmth, causing her to instinctively tense her legs. It was the feeling of being a woman. Instantly, the hatred and fury that had barely subsided surged anew into her heart. "Die!!!" The berserk power of the evil god, mixed with whispers and corruption, transformed into a pitch-black storm that swept towards Lin En in the distance. Seeing this, a fierce glimmer flashed in Iviste’s dark eyes, and she raised her hand to erase the attack. But before she could make a move, she saw the youth in her arms once again activate his extraordinary ability related to the domain of time. Time's Concealment, activate! Taking no more than a second borrowed from his future self ten minutes later would suffice! When Lin En emerged from the temporal rift, he was already hundreds of meters away from the three women. That was the entrance to the Divine Kingdom's gate, and upon looking up, he met Beatrice’s menacing gaze. She didn’t understand if this guy was insane or what, but holding onto the principle of not letting a gift slip away, she instantly used zero frames to launch forward, her sharp fingers piercing through Lin En's chest. "Cough" Blood gushed from Lin En’s mouth, and his face turned pale as he dropped his head. Seeing this, Beatrice glanced at him with disdain. His entire body had transformed into a demon form, so how could he, like a human, spit blood? Moreover, if such physical means were effective, this indestructible pest would have long been erased from existence, not dragged on until now. Nice acting. Noting the youth's pathetic appearance, Beatrice sneered internally. However, at a certain moment, their gazes inadvertently met. And though uncertain if it was an illusion or not, Beatrice seemed to detect a hint of pity in Lin En’s eyes. As if silently saying: "You’re done for." (End of Chapter)