Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

If Ivyst could be described as a sickly, affectionate big sister, then Miss Witch was the epitome of a cold and aloof ice queen.

The former gave off an invasive fire-like possessiveness as well as unparalleled bodily allure, whereas the latter's sensory stimulation mainly came from a spiritual level.

Just think about it.

A breathtakingly beautiful goddess who looked down upon everyone, her demeanor untouchable, with no one ever able to pry open her heart that had been sealed for a hundred thousand years.

Such a cold and world-weary being, yet before you, she softly uttered the words, "I am very happy."

This unparalleled contrast, this spontaneous sense of accomplishment.

Damn it.

In just an instant, Lynn had nearly surrendered.

"..."

Miss Witch once again sensed something off about him.

A believer lusting after their goddess all day long, what kind of situation was this?

Was she being too lenient with this guy?

She frowned slightly, then with a gentle wave of her hand,

a blanket fell to the ground in an instant.

Lynn's face turned red, and he hurriedly covered himself with the blanket, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Damn it.

The goodwill he had finally gained was probably going to completely collapse.

And speaking of which, why did it seem like the Order Chains binding Miss Witch had significantly reduced?

He remembered there should have been dozens, yet now, aside from the two around her ankles, the right wrist, and the one fastened around her slender neck, the rest had inexplicably vanished.

Could this be the result of the ripple of destiny he had stirred up this time?

Lynn speculated in his heart.

However, Miss Witch was unaware of his current thoughts.

She was silent for a long while before speaking again, "That Rank-0 Sealed Object... didn't you ever think you would die when you held it?"

Obviously, even now, she was still immersed in the scene that had occurred a hundred thousand years ago.

"What about you?" Lynn didn't directly answer her, "When you carried out that mission, didn't you ever think that you might die too?"

Miss Witch couldn't help but furrow her elegant brows.

She turned slightly, her slender and pale ankles occasionally visible beneath the hem of her swirling dress, then looked back at Lynn.

"It's different, you..."

"Actually, they are the same," Lynn said with a smile, "Death is certainly fearsome, but if it's for the sake of carrying through one's own convictions, then even death seems insignificant."

For Ivyst, winning the King's election was the conviction she sought to see through to the end.

But for Lynn, showing off was his life's creed.

As a transmigrator, he inherently held a sense of arrogant supremacy, as if he were experiencing everything from an onlooker's perspective.

Changing the predestined fates of these people was an expression of that arrogance.

Before he arrived, these people were fated to die, but after he arrived, if they were still to die, would that not mean his coming was in vain?

Perhaps it was this arrogance that led Lynn to jump from the vehicle.

However, when Miss Witch heard his words, they seemed to take on a different flavor.

A conviction?

Did he also hold such a conviction in his heart?

What kind of conviction was it?

To take revenge for his family?

But if that were the case, he shouldn't have chosen to jump; instead, he should have taken the money and connections he left behind to return to the Imperial Capital and quietly amass power.

Miss Witch's thoughts flashed fleeting through her mind.

If his conviction wasn't revenge, then what could it be?

An object?

Or... a person?

The image of someone appeared subconsciously in Miss Witch's heart. Read latest chapters at empire

It was her from a hundred thousand years ago, also the Third Imperial Princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, Ivyst.

If that was his conviction, then everything made sense.

"..."

She shook her head gently, dismissing this absurd thought from her mind.

For some reason, she felt somewhat agitated.

"Tell me," she said softly after a moment, "what exactly did you do during that time I don't know about?"

As she spoke, she lightly tidied up her somewhat worn long dress, then sat down on the steps again, pulling back her tender feet gently beneath the hem of her skirt.

Evidently, even the Doomsday Witch felt it was incredible that Lynn could have achieved such a feat.

After all, it was the core of a Rank-0 Sealed Object, and later on, it even involved the presence of two High-dimensional Demons.

Though it was trivial for Miss Witch, Lynn was, after all, only a First Rank Transcendent.

Aside from him, no one else in the world could have accomplished a similar feat.

"Oh, actually, it went like this..."

And so, in the time that followed, Lynn detailed everything from the moment he had woken up to when he went to carry out the rescue.

It involved quite a few instances where he had prior knowledge of the plot; he mentioned them only in passing, certain that Miss Witch wouldn't press for details like Ivyst would.

The means of accumulating pain energy with the Torture Chair and employing some aspects of the Thorny Crown were glossed over by him.

After all, that ability came from the system, and it was difficult to explain clearly no matter what.

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence once more.

"Is that everything?"

Miss Witch glanced at him.

Lynn nodded.

In truth, he still felt a bit guilty because he always felt that Miss Witch's gaze was deep and meaningful, as if she could see through to his heart.

But fortunately, in the end, she didn't question him and seemed to accept his explanation as it was.

"Don't ever do something like that again," the Doomsday Witch said, her gaze shifting away gently.

Lynn looked at her, "Are you showing concern for me?"

"... As the only believer, you are the only person who can help me right now," Miss Witch closed her eyes gently, "Additionally, if there is a next time, I won't save you like this time."

Lie Swallowing subtly vibrated but soon returned to calm.

"Okay."

Lynn lowered his head and honestly replied.

Then he suddenly realized something from Miss Witch's words.

He clenched his fist, slightly surprised, and said, "Have you already healed my body?"

At this moment, his skin was smooth without a trace of a wound, and even his soul felt perfectly comfortable, as if he had just had a good sleep.

The contamination from the Sealed Objects had vanished, and there was no trace of the Creation Demon.

Even the deep bite marks Ivyst left on his shoulder, for some reason, had also healed.

The Doomsday Witch nodded gently, "Those contaminations and curses, I've stripped them all from your body."

"But since you've been fused with that core trait for so long, to avoid harming your soul, I've left it inside you."

Lynn's expression changed, "Then..."

"Don't worry, I've used my power to suppress it. As long as you don't actively touch it, it won't erupt again for five years," Miss Witch said softly.

Hearing this, Lynn let out a sigh of relief.

Miss Witch's words were quite credible.

Although keeping such a thing in his body was ultimately a disaster, he believed in the strength of the Doomsday Witch.

"What about the soul of the Creation Demon?"

Lynn asked again.

Miss Witch gave him a glance, "It has been eradicated by me."

Awesome.

Her tone was so relaxed, as if she was talking about having a piece of strawberry cake for breakfast.

"Also, you've completed all the First Rank trials I set for you," Miss Witch said calmly, "So now, it's time for you to advance to the Second Rank."

Second Rank?!

Although it had been less than a month since he first communicated with the Doomsday Witch, he had already filled all the Divine-given factors of the First Rank. His rate of improvement could be said to be like riding on a rocket.

Lynn's heartbeat quickened slightly.

Clearly, for him at this moment, strength was an indispensable part.

To seek revenge, to exterminate the Mosgla family completely, becoming a Fifth Rank Legend was just the very least required.

And from that goal, he still had a long way to go.

However, with Miss Witch's presence, plus the system, he could possess the greatest number of Divine-given factors of any at the same Rank and enhance them multiple times, leaving everyone else far behind.

This was Lynn's biggest reliance.

With this thought, he saw seven Divine-given factors glowing red suddenly appear in Miss Witch's palm.

"Six of them count as your reward for killing a hundred transcendent members of the Heavenly Principle Church. They are for strengthening the previously unfortified Divine-given factors," she injected the Divine-given factors into Lynn's body. "The seventh, I will help you unlock the Second Rank's restraints."

In an instant, the barren and empty inner world of his body burst into an unprecedented red glow!

Lynn slowly closed his eyes and sat down on the ground, quietly accepting the strengthening of Miss Witch's power.

Advancing from First Rank to Second Rank was a baptism of the very essence of life, where his physical fitness and all senses would be enhanced in all aspects.

It was not a brief process.

Looking at Lynn with his eyes closed and not speaking, Miss Witch did not urge him but instead sat on the distant steps, her right hand supporting her chin, quietly watching him.

Moments later, she let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

With a wave of spatial fluctuation, a somewhat worn stone suddenly appeared in the Doomsday Witch's hands.

It was something Milani had personally handed to her ten thousand years ago.

From the slight glow emanating from it, one could see that it was an ancient Imaging Magic Stone that should have eroded countless times over ten thousand years.

Only if it were treasured greatly by its owner could it scarcely be preserved until now.

Miss Witch gently activated the Imaging Magic Stone.

The next second, a blurry projection appeared before her eyes.

It was the image of a black-haired young man, sitting on a Sealed Object called the "Torture Chair," his body convulsing and trembling, his expression agonized and fierce, as if mumbling something.

It was a pain comparable to the torments of hell—pain that even she once found hard to bear—and the memory of that bone-deep agony made an indelible impression.

She wondered what kind of obsession had allowed the guy to endure to the end.

Hearing him mutter the unclear words "Miss Witch," she unconsciously clenched her fingers.

In fact, the Doomsday Witch was well aware that the guy had lied just now and had hidden a lot.

According to her personality, she should detest the act of a follower lying.

But looking at the scene she had watched countless times before.

Somehow, she didn't dislike it.

...

When Lynn opened his eyes again, he felt a surge of abundant and powerful energy spreading throughout his body from the depths of his soul.

At this moment, his Divine-given factors had reached 10.

Nine of them had been enhanced twice by Miss Witch!

Therefore, even though he had just entered Second Rank, Lynn's extraordinary power was already comparable to those veteran Second Rank Transcendents.

Not to mention, he hadn't used the system to add points yet.

His divergence from Miss Witch's storyline had now risen to 1.20%, and according to the tenfold reward conversion, that was a full thousand points!

If he disregarded the limits of his bodily endurance and converted all these points into Divine-given factors, he could ignite 100 of them!

For Lynn, possessing the Divine-tier passive power of the Burning Flame Giant Dragon's Heart, his physique could continue to grow, and the number of Divine-given factors he could enhance would also keep increasing.

In short, his future was promising.

With that thought in mind, Lynn's mood lightened somewhat.

He looked up at the silent Miss Witch and said, "Miss Witch, according to your original plan, I was supposed to return to the Imperial Capital alone in advance."

"Although the situation has somewhat deviated from expectations now, the general direction won't change. After I leave here, I will feign death and escape, and my next stop will be the Imperial City of Glostin."

Who knew Miss Witch would shake her head.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"No, you can't feign death and escape."

She replied softly.

?

Lynn was stunned.

Looking at his puzzled expression, Miss Witch slowly stood up and looked towards the dome of the Pantheon.

"The future... has been changed." She gently raised her hand, as if touching those invisible Destiny Threads, "So this time, you need to return to her side."