Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 381 - 233: Tiya Joins the Battlefield After a Hundred Thousand Years

Chapter 381: Chapter 233: Tiya Joins the Battlefield After a Hundred Thousand Years

Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.

Staring at the fragmenting silver-white teleportation screen in front of her, as well as the apologetic-faced demon boy, the girl’s expression froze on her pale, bloodless face.

She used the last of her strength to lunge forward, wanting to hold him tightly and never let go no matter what.

However, in the next second, the empty void in her embrace and the silence restored to the underground secret realm signaled that her last hope had also vanished.

Just like what had happened in the inn that night a few days ago.

The boy had once again used lies to deceive her unmercifully.

And he had left her far behind.

Alone.

No.

I hate this.

Don’t leave me behind like this again.

While Tiya knelt there with a vacant look, murmuring to herself, her body was covered in the disgrace of dust, letting tears silently fall to the ground, splashing up tiny crystalline droplets.

At this moment, she had completely lost the saintly and noble aura of her former Holy Maiden self; she looked like a survivor who had just made it through a disaster. The foundation of her existence was destroyed, leaving her desolate, bereft of any desire to live.

If not relying on something, one cannot survive. Humans are such fragile and sensitive beings.

Before this, the Silent Church and Xiya could be considered her faith.

In the end, both of these beliefs betrayed her simultaneously.

Fortunately, in the midst of despair, Lynn became a ray of light in the darkness, bringing salvation and redemption to this naïve elf girl, becoming the last reason for her to cling to life in this world.

But now, this light was also extinguished coldly and mercilessly.

Continuously losing reasons to survive caused an unprecedented devastating blow to her worldview and outlook on life.

It’s no exaggeration to say.

Considering Tiya’s current state, it wouldn’t be too much if she sought death in the next second.

However, a strong thought deep in her heart stopped her.

I must save him.

I must ensure he continues to live.

Even if… this requires the sacrifice of my life.

When Tiya came back to her senses, she found her lips were already bitten through, now oozing fresh blood.

The taste of blood in her mouth was discomforting, yet now was not the time to consider this.

…No, it’s not like that.

In an instant, a flash of insight added a glint of light to Tiya’s hollow eyes.

It is often said that a woman’s intelligence plummets dramatically after falling in love, regardless of being deceived, she will repeatedly choose to believe.

The present was no exception for her.

Even though their relationship had been fraught with lies from start to finish, what emerged in Tiya’s mind now was the story Lynn told her in the inn that night.

The story about the witch.

Although the story was told in fits and starts and didn’t provide much substantial information, it was enough for her at this moment.

Reflecting on Lynn’s words, a ludicrous hypothesis emerged in her mind.

This world, and the people who live in it, have a “future.”

If time were considered an axis, then her current self was just a minuscule node on that axis.

In other words, at every moment in time, past or future, countless versions of herself exist.

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According to Lynn, it was following the witch’s request to change her own tragic end that he took the action to alter history.

Unknowingly, she had become part of it.

Tiya couldn’t care less whether this was good or bad.

Her focus was on the word “future.”

Combined with the morning at the inn, when Lynn had casually inquired about the Moonlight Holy Scripture, one could guess one thing.

According to the historical trajectory, if he hadn’t intervened, she was very likely to die during the Divine Descent Ceremony.

And now, she’s only surviving in this world just barely by “trading one life for another.”

The original outcome of death was altered, causing a chain reaction in the future.

Meaning “Tiya Yohusti surviving to the end and becoming a strong figure” could very likely exist.

Normally, this would be an absurd idea.

But Tiya chose to believe.

She believed Lynn was sincere and not deceiving her that night, and she truly believed he could communicate with the future Doomsday Witch in some way.

If so, there is no reason she couldn’t do the same.

Yes.

She, Tiya Yohusti, will pray to her future self in this desperate situation to seek help.

Currently, no one is her ally, the only power she can rely on is herself.

Even so, she must bring Lynn back from that place.

After all… there were many, many things she hadn’t had the chance to say to him.

Tiya fiercely wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

As the Silent Saintess, she had received the most privileged and strict upbringing from childhood, which made her very knowledgeable in the field of mysticism.

Even the position of professor at the Royal Transcendent Academy was well within her capacity and experience.

Although she didn’t know what communication ritual Lynn used, breaking the chains of time was no easy feat.

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Therefore, the types of rituals that could be considered were few and far between, saving time for the desperate situation at hand.

Holding this thought, Tiya took various ritual materials out of the Sealed Object used for storage and placed them on the ground in different nodes and manners.

At the same time, she began chanting esoteric and abstruse mystical languages, attempting to activate the effects of the prayer ritual.

A moment later, looking at the motionless Magic Array, Tiya felt a slight chill in her heart.

Even so, the situation was not leisurely enough for her to feel disappointed.

The next second, she hurriedly took out another batch of precious materials and started the second round of attempts.

The result still ended in failure.

Then, the third attempt.

Failure.

The fourth attempt.

Failure.

The fifth attempt.

The sixth attempt.

Not knowing how much time had passed or how many attempts she had made, the response to her was always the dim and lackluster Magic Array.

She was very sure there was nothing wrong with the processes of these rituals and also very clear that the effects of the materials were being perfectly utilized.

But with failure after failure, the fervent hope that barely rose in her heart also gradually dropped to freezing point.

Since neither the direction nor the steps were wrong, the only possibility that came to mind was quite clear.

Her future self had not become the powerful being capable of reversing time as she had wished.

Realizing this, the girl slowly lowered her head, as if the last bit of vitality had been drained from her body, looking like a lifeless, decaying log.

At the same time, she suddenly heard the loud noise of walls collapsing.

Followed immediately by the urgent and crisp sound of high heels, getting closer and closer.

But at this moment, Tiya had already lost the meaning of life, showing no curiosity about anything, not even lifting her head.

Kill me.

A person like me has no reason to continue living.

Tiya looked tiredly at the ground, thinking this way.

The next second, as if answering the wish deep in her heart, a cold and delicate palm gripped her throat like a vise.

With a powerful force, Tiya felt suffocated, and her whole body was lifted up.

Her tiny feet, adorned with dust-laden white silk, dangled in mid-air, gently swaying.

“Tell me… where is he right now?”

A familiar voice came to her ears.

However, at this moment, Tiya seemed to have blocked out everything related to Lynn, showing no intention to waver, even under the threat of force.

Aside from Lynn, nothing could capture her attention.

This posture ignited all of Ivyst’s fury.

“You want to die? I’ll grant you that.”

Thinking of all the intimate things that might have happened between this little bitch and her beloved puppy and seeing her despair as if her man had died, the possessive Ivyst couldn’t bear it any longer.

The next second, the Power of the End burst forth with a blinding and scarlet glare, and in just a short moment, the girl before her eyes could be reduced to a pile of dust.

But just at the critical moment, an anomaly occurred!

Perhaps the girl’s sincere heart had moved the Divine, or perhaps, the Power of the End unleashed by Ivyst had inadvertently established a connection with some supremely powerful existence across time and space.

As the harbinger of death approached, Tiya felt an emptiness akin to her soul leaving her body.

Then her vision blurred, and she saw a bizarre scene that could not possibly exist in reality.

It was a grand hall so magnificent that all the adjectives she knew fell short of describing it, filled with countless solemn statues exuding powerful Divine Power, seemingly forming a cage to imprison a powerful and supreme entity.

In the center of the hall, a long-haired Witch dressed in a tattered black gown stood barefoot, her eyes cold and indifferent, as if she had pulled Tiya’s consciousness across the vastness of time and space.

For some reason, there was a hint of cold murderous intent in the other’s eyes.

Just one glance was enough to shatter Tiya’s fragile soul body and consciousness.

Fortunately, the next second, a cool yet gentle force soothed her pain and brought her a sense of drowsy weariness.

The force felt very familiar and very dear to her.

“…Leave the rest to me.”

A mature and gentle female voice echoed in her ears, like a mother’s.

“Who are you?”

Tiya struggled with the power while asking softly.

Upon hearing this, the voice fell silent for a second, then firmly replied to her question.

“I am you, ten thousand years in the future.”

So, I really did it… At the moment she heard the answer, the thought emerged in Tiya’s mind.

As her consciousness was about to dissipate, Tiya mustered all her strength and stuttered with a trembling voice, “Ten thousand years later, do… do you still love him?”

This time, without any hesitation, as if the answer was etched into her flesh and blood, an instinct of her body.

“Of course.”

“So… ah…”

It turns out that her feelings for him were not a whim brought about by hormones, but a profound mark that transcended the duration of a hundred thousand years.

Realizing this, a sense of peace arose.

Then, Tiya, who had let go of a thread of obsession, completely relaxed her control over her body, and darkness consequently enveloped her vision.

(ps: Barely caught the last ride.)

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