Chapter 294: Chapter 292: Jocelyn Grant Digs Her Own Grave

In the silent void, a voice spoke once more.

"Have you thought this through? Do you really want to borrow my power?"

Jocelyn Grant did not hesitate.

She said, "You told me this world had deviated, and that deviation is Celeste Grant. It’s because she defied her destiny and refused to follow her designated path that my own fate was altered. That’s why I need your power. If we just kill her, everything will return to its original course, right?"

The more Jocelyn Grant spoke, the more impassioned she became.

She remembered how lucky she used to be, always getting whatever she wanted. All sorts of coveted opportunities would just fall into her lap. A life where she was the center of attention, adored by all—that was the life she truly desired.

All she wanted now was immense power, the strength to trample upon those who had bullied and looked down on her.

She was tired of being tormented by Celeste Grant, tired of watching the men she loved die one after another before her very eyes, utterly helpless.

"I am the Daughter of Fortune, the Fated Heroine! This world exists only because of me. Those who oppose me are nothing but villains, insignificant beings. Once they’re dead, the world’s path will be set right. Maybe then... maybe Brother Young and the others can come back."

The voice echoed again in the silent void where she was. "You are the heroine. In a sense, it is possible. If destiny can be returned to its proper course, perhaps you truly will see them again."

Jocelyn Grant thought back to her time with Brother Young. Their Cultivation wasn’t high back then, but they had been so happy together every single day.

Everything changed the moment Celeste Grant started her Cultivation.

’So, this was all Celeste Grant’s fault.’

’I am the heroine of this world; Celeste Grant is just a side character.’

’A side character only exists to be my foil. Since Celeste Grant is so insignificant, why couldn’t she just obediently live out her prescribed destiny? Why did she have to defy fate and change everything? She’s made my life a living hell!’

"Celeste Grant, don’t blame me. I’m just taking back what should have been mine."

’Brother Young.’

’Brother Hawthorne... wait for me.’

To see the men she loved again, to wipe out Javier Sinclair and his allies...

Jocelyn Grant accepted The World’s Will’s proposal without a second thought, accepting its power.

"Do it. I’m ready."

The words had barely left her lips when she felt the unknown power surrounding her surge directly into her body.

The power was utterly berserk. The instant it entered her, Jocelyn Grant felt her Divine Soul tremble, and her body felt as if it would shatter into pieces.

"AHHH—!"

She couldn’t help but cry out.

Finally, the power that had poured into her body fused with her, and her Cultivation began to skyrocket. She shot past the Late-stage Divinity Transformation, straight into the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, and even further, into a realm beyond measure.

Jocelyn Grant lifted her hand. She could feel it now—limitless, inexhaustible power.

"So this is the power of the Heavenly Dao! I can feel all of creation groveling at my feet! HAHAHAHA...!"

’Yes, this is the feeling.’

Power.

’If I can control this power at will, who in the entire Cultivation World could possibly stand against me? I can already picture Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair kneeling at my feet! Hahahaha!’

Just as she was reveling in her newfound power, she realized her body was no longer her own. "What’s going on? Why can’t I control my body? What did you do?"

A familiar voice then echoed from within her sea of consciousness.

"My dear heroine, you’re so wonderfully naive. Where in this world can one find power without paying a price? If such a thing exists, I’d like some myself."

The color drained from Jocelyn Grant’s face.

"What do you mean?"

"It means this excellent body of yours is now mine."

Panic finally seized Jocelyn Grant, a look of terror spreading across her face. "You’re the Heavenly Dao! What would you want with my body? You’re joking, right?"

As she spoke, Jocelyn Grant tried to wrest back control, only to find she had lost all connection to her body. Worse, her Primordial Spirit was now trapped, confined to a small corner within, unable to escape.

"Give me back my body!"

The voice of The World’s Will replied.

"Yours? This is a body I reforged using my own Origin Power. It’s mine now. Besides, you gave it to me willingly. I never forced you."

"Let me be honest with you. I’m not the Heavenly Dao at all. I am the Will of the Book. This world evolved from one inside a story, and when it became real, a new Heavenly Dao was born. As for me, the original Will of the Book, I became redundant."

"You were my heroine. We were one and the same—we were supposed to rise and fall together. My power was supposed to come from you. Only when the heroine’s fortune was at its peak would my own power be endless. Eventually, I would have been able to replace the new Heavenly Dao and reclaim my rightful place."

At this, the voice of The World’s Will grew even more agitated than Jocelyn’s. "But you are completely useless! All this time, you’ve done nothing but hold me back! Not only have you failed to provide me with a single shred of power, you’ve done nothing but consume my own origin power! You don’t even realize it, do you? You’ve already died countless times. Every time you die, I have to burn my own origin power to resurrect you. I’ve had enough! Since you’re so damn useless, I’m done with you as my heroine!"

"I don’t need you anymore. Haven’t you realized it yet? Your fortune has dropped to zero. Eight of the men you were destined to be with are already dead. You’re not the heroine anymore."

A figure then materialized within Jocelyn Grant’s sea of consciousness. It looked exactly like her—a form manifested by The World’s Will.

Seeing this figure, Jocelyn Grant became frantic. She cried, "Get out of my body! I don’t want your power anymore!"

The figure manifested by The World’s Will simply laughed.

"Oh, that’s not up to you anymore. As you Cultivators of Humanity say, ’Inviting a god is easy, but sending one away is hard.’ I’ve already taken possession of this body; what reason would I have to give it back?"

As the Will of the Book, it was bound by a rule: it could not forcibly possess anyone in this world, or it would be annihilated, scattered between heaven and earth. However, if someone willingly surrendered control of their body, that was considered a ’willing sacrifice’—an act that was perfectly within the rules.

’Once I have a body and can escape these restrictive rules,’ it thought, ’Heavenly Dao, just you wait.’

Jocelyn Grant tried to expel the force from her body, but she quickly discovered it was a hopeless effort—like an ant trying to shake a tree. She had hopelessly overestimated herself.

She couldn’t accept this.

"No... I’m the heroine! I remember you said I have nine fated Taoist Companions! As long as one of them is still alive, I’m still the heroine. And you and I are bound together, so if I’m gone, it has to affect you too, right? Why don’t we work together? If we just kill that obstacle, Celeste Grant, my fortune will definitely return!"