Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 374 - 229 Lynn... Hold Me_2
Chapter 374 -229 Lynn… Hold Me_2
Meanwhile, his core trait responded to his plea, transmuting Lynn’s body, surrounded by the black mire, into such an aberrant form; in that instant, his power truly surged explosively.
And sure enough, he unleashed the punch with all his might.
The sky-obscuring, broken Demon Wings gently flapped, keeping Lynn afloat in his flying stance high above, gazing at the shattered spatial turbulence before him, as well as the abstract scene that had been thoroughly twisted and intertwined like a scrambled egg.
Since the Divine Moon Gap serves as a conduit between the Silent Church and the Silver Moon Divine Kingdom, akin to a buffer zone between the virtual and the real, it could be considered to possess both attributes.
Now, Lynn had hammered it with the most extreme violence, resulting in such chaos.
A glance revealed that deep within the sunken and warped land, the pale white halo had dimmed significantly, seemingly no longer able to maintain the Goddess’s human form.
It hovered quietly in mid-air, flickering on and off, as if it had sustained grievous damage.
“Heh… Heh…”
A bead of cold sweat slowly formed on Lynn’s forehead as he breathed heavily.
At this moment, the extreme emptiness within made him sway, almost unable to maintain his flight.
At first glance, the massively swollen right limb, which had expanded like a tumor under the enhancement of the core trait, had now completely vanished without a trace.
Not only the right arm, but even the half of Lynn’s body that had been enveloped by the black mire seemed to have been obliterated in the impact strong enough to destroy a city.
Fortunately, as the black mire slowly writhed, the missing part of the body was still regenerating.
With his Second Rank strength, he should have perished long ago after such injury.
Perhaps, having harbored the core trait of the Wish Jar, he had completely transmogrified into a monster, no longer able to be associated with humans.
This was the price of using the Wish Jar.
Given his situation at the time, he only had two choices.
The first was to let his right arm continue to swell and mutate until the core trait fulfilled his wish in the most twisted way.
The second was to release the accumulated power in his right arm; however, with his human body’s strength, he could never withstand the terrifying recoil.
In desperate times, Lynn entered Life Player mode once again, shifting that damage onto the slimes that had long merged with the black mire on his body, barely clinging to life.
Yet the power that the core trait could lend him was not endless.
With every moment of using this power, the remaining force of the Creation Demon was devouring and transforming his body at a terrifying speed.
The black mire wriggling over his skin was the best proof.
What started as “half the kingdom” began to envelop Lynn’s entire body gradually.
This was the terror of being a high-dimensional demon.
Even though Yuvalia’s consciousness had been annihilated by the Doomsday Witch, Her power would not fade.
Once Lynn was completely transformed, the Creation Demon would resurrect in a new form.
The Bright Moon Goddess had realized his current state and wanted to distance herself from this desperate madman.
To such an aberrantly self-destructive entity, a slight delay was all that was needed for him to meet destruction.
The young demon, waving his massive, incomplete Demon Wings, slowly descended to the ground.
At the same time, the missing right half of his body was gradually restored to its original state under the mend of the black mire.
Even so, Lynn’s appearance remained filled with madness and distortion, chilling to the bone.
If it weren’t for the left side of his face still retaining a human visage, no one could distinguish him from an Evil God.
The Goddess’s consciousness seemed to have crashed from his punch, silently hanging in mid-air without any response.
Seeing this, Lynn made a rare choice not to pursue victory but coldly glanced into the distance before slowly turning around.
The area where Tiya was located had been consciously protected by him, so the intense impact had not caused her any harm.
At this moment, the girl who had been lying on the ground was struggling with all her might to rise.
However, for a consciousness nearing its end, even barely controlling the body was the limit.
Her soul had become severely damaged from the prior torture in the Painful Illusion and Beatrice’s intentional persecution.
From Lynn’s sudden appearance to the dramatically turning developments, everything had far exceeded the girl’s expectations.
His existence was like a beam of light, piercing through the despair and darkness in the girl’s heart.
Tiya felt a slight warmth in her eyes and the tip of her nose was tinged with the sourness of wanting to cry.
It was indeed strange.
Not long ago, they were sworn enemies who couldn’t coexist under the same sky.
Yet after that, the future of perpetual gloom that was once destined for them both, gradually veered towards a completely new and unknown direction.
Whether this change was good or bad, she didn’t know.
She only knew that she had, right now, so many words she wanted to say to him.
“Ah, sorry.” Just as he was about to come closer, the final second, the boy suddenly stopped, hesitatingly scratching his head, “My body may be a bit ugly right now, you must be really frightened, right?”
The moment these words reached Tiya’s ears, the long-suppressed emotions completely erupted, and tears fell like rain.
Of course, she had so many things to tell the boy in front of her.
She wanted to say sorry, to share with him the recent grievances buried in her heart, to tell him just how afraid she was earlier, and also carefully probe what kind of view he held of her.
Tiya was not the type of person to be unreasonably arrogant; once she recognized her own feelings, she chose to be open and honest.
Therefore, there were a lot of things she wanted to discuss with him.
But countless words at the edge of her tongue converged into an extremely brief phrase.
“Lynn…” Tiya’s voice trembled and choked as she slowly opened her arms towards the boy in front of her “…hug me.”
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[S-class story character “Tiya Yohusti”‘s story deviation has risen to 67.55%.]
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“?!”
Inside Elloch Palace, Xiya, who was lurking in the shadows, suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness sweeping across his body.
This sensation was extremely uncomfortable, as if he had lost something extremely precious in just a fleeting moment, his body felt weak, and even his legs seemed to falter.
But other than enduring it, it seemed he had no other choice.
Xiya stood stock-still, silently experiencing the changes within his body amidst prolonged silence.
After who knows how long, the boy with bloodshot eyes fiercely regained his senses, staring at the Holy Spirit Tree towering into the sky in the distance.
It has been a full two days since he left Tiya in anger.
During these two days, he didn’t stop for a moment, always searching for the whereabouts of Lynn Bartleion.
Recalling the tidiness and rejection Tiya showed him then, Xiya wished he could have cut down Lynn with his own hands on the spot.
However, Lynn seemed to have completely disappeared into thin air in Glostit, leaving no trace behind.
This inability to reach him made Xiya exceptionally frustrated.
He thought this situation would continue indefinitely.
But just a moment ago, a sudden intuition overwhelmed his whole body.
As if guided by a powerful being in the dark, he heard that distant voice which had echoed in his ears countless times before.
Following the guidance of that voice, Xiya unconsciously arrived at Elloch Palace.
Only now did he finally understand what exactly had happened to him.
Leaving that feeling of coldness aside.
Looking at the Holy Spirit Tree now right in front of his eyes, Xiya deeply realized a certain reality.
Due to this Holy Tree’s characteristics not conforming to the principles of insight, those who are not chosen by it could never reach this tree in their lifetime.
Yet, Xiya has managed to effortlessly arrive at the foot of the tree, becoming one of the few people in this kingdom able to do so.
In other words.
He has been recognized by the Holy Spirit Tree and has become the prophesied Hero.
(ps: I’m really not hitting a writer’s block or having a collapse, all the plot points are in my head, just feeling too unwell physically, I’ll make sure to adjust properly once this period is over, spare me (;′⌒`).)
