Stop hypnotizing me, villain princess!

Chapter 259 The Wedding Day (1.5 words)

The branches of the ancient tree swayed gently, emitting a soft, warm light.

She had long protected Rita and her people, so she was still relatively friendly to Lynn and Hillina at this time.

"I promise you the sap you need will be provided after everything is over." The ancient tree's branches trembled slightly. "Now, may we witness your power?"

Faced with this vast, ancient aura, as boundless as a sea of ​​stars, Lynn slightly restrained himself and nodded with a serious expression.

He then turned to look at Hilina, only to find that she was unusually looking down, clearly trying to avoid his gaze.

“This time,” Hilina’s voice was barely audible, only Lynn could hear, “which spot are you planning to touch?”

Upon hearing this, Lynn twitched the corner of her mouth.

He didn't answer, he just extended his palm.

This familiar gesture made Hilina's body tremble involuntarily, and the things Lynn had done to her over the past month flashed through her mind.

She was deeply affected by the strange forces of this world, which caused Lynn to do those things every day without interruption.

Therefore, Hilina reached out almost reflexively; over the past month, this gesture had become a kind of tacit understanding between them.

However, Hilina was somewhat surprised by this.

Holding hands alone might not be enough.

However, the next moment, Lynn showed her with her actions that she was not limited to that.

Lynn skillfully led Hillina outside, followed by Rita and the spirit of the World Tree.

As Hilina was puzzled by Lynn's sudden action, she suddenly noticed a subtle change in the strength with which he was holding her hand.

Not only that, Lynn's slender fingers also gently adjusted their position, completely enveloping her palm in a more intimate way.

Bathed in the silvery-white light of the sacred tree, their knuckles intertwined perfectly.

Fingers intertwined!

This subtle change caused Sylrina's breathing rhythm to become disordered for a moment.

Even though it's just the most ordinary physical contact, the feeling it brings is completely different.

Before coming to the Mausoleum of Heremus, Hillina had dated Shia quite a few times, and the thing they did most often was hold hands.

Although Hilina is currently suffering from amnesia, she vaguely remembers holding hands with someone else.

This time, however, the feeling it brought her was different from anything else.

They're like a couple deeply in love.

Hilina felt as if a wild fawn was pounding in her heart.

Her pale golden eyes were slightly lowered as she gazed at their clasped hands.

This feeling of being cherished gave Hilina a strange sweetness, yet also a sense of inexplicable peace.

It was just a simple hand-holding
Hilina sighed inwardly as the warmth spread along their touching skin, reaching the softest corner of her heart.

Whether it was the will of the world sensing her thoughts at that moment, the gray clouds in the sky suddenly churned violently.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding bolt of lightning struck down—the light was so intense it seemed to tear the sky apart, instantly illuminating the stone streets of Moro City as bright as day.

At this moment, the entire otherworld trembled.

A high-ranking demon wielding two axes, located more than ten miles outside Moro City, had its ferocious beastly eyes filled with terror. But now, it instinctively held its giant axes in front of it, letting out a low whimper.

The divine aura contained within this lightning is the natural nemesis of creatures like them.

Even the aftershocks made their skin feel like it was being burned by flames, and their souls trembled uncontrollably.

"boom!"

A deafening thunderclap shook the heavens, freezing everyone in Moro City in place. The spears in the warriors' hands fell to the ground, and everyone felt a tremor from the depths of their souls, instinctively looking up at the sky.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as the trunk of an ancient tree, cleaved through the clouds. Countless ancient runes flickered within the lightning, as if it were divine punishment personally descended by a god, determined to blast this blasphemer who had violated its rules into dust!

Lynn, the instigator, narrowed his bright blue eyes and stood motionless, letting the lightning cast shadows of varying depths on his face.

Over the past month, he has provoked the wrath of the world's will quite a bit.

But this time, just holding hands allowed him to see something different.

Not only were thunderbolts raging in the sky, but countless burning meteors were also bombarding the world's barrier.

Lynn pondered to himself, guessing that it was his intimate gesture of interlocking his fingers that touched Hilina's heart, which caused the World Will to be so enraged.

Otherwise, simply holding hands would never have triggered such a terrifying punishment.

If I were to do something completely outrageous, I shudder to think what kind of punishment the will of the world would bring.

Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw a glimmer of hope in leaving this world.

The punishment of the world's will came swiftly, but also vanished just as decisively.

In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky returned to its oppressive leaden gray, so somber that it felt suffocating.

Lynn slowly released Hillina's hand and turned to Guda and the spirit of the divine tree, saying, "Seeing is believing. Do you believe it now?"

"It's been thousands of years since we've seen such a celestial phenomenon. It's a pity it's still not enough to break through the dimensional barrier." The ancient voice of the divine tree spirit carried a hint of surprise, yet also a touch of regret. "However, I'm still very curious. You didn't do anything, you just shook hands, so why did it trigger such a violent reaction from the world's will?"

Lynn smiled and said, "As you just said, I sensed an incredibly strong resentment and malice from the world's will. Normally, I should have died in some conspiracy as it wished, but in the end, I survived and am doing quite well."

“And this young lady…” Lynn’s gaze fell on Hilina on his body, “is the complete opposite of me.”

"If I am a cursed one rejected by the world's will, then she is a chosen one favored by the world's will. Logically speaking, she should be by the side of another chosen one, but instead, her purity has been defiled by this despicable person like me."

"This is the reason for the world's wrath."

At this point, Lynn and Hillina's eyes met, a hint of bitterness flashing in their gazes.

But Hilina was stunned.

During this time, although she tacitly approved of Lynn's many transgressions, she always had doubts in her heart and did not understand why Lynn did those things to him.

Now that the truth has come out and she knows the answer, she finds it utterly absurd.

What are these inexplicable labels—cursed beings rejected by the world's will, chosen ones of God? Who imposed them on us?

By what right does the will of the world dictate who she must belong to? Should defying His will result in divine punishment?
As she thought of this, Hilina's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and an indescribable pain surged through her, as if tearing her brain apart.

She clutched her temple and staggered backward until her back slammed heavily against the cold stone wall, stopping only then. She was curled up in a corner, her eyes filled with pain mixed with anger.

"What's wrong?" Lynn quickly stepped forward and supported her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Hilina gently pulled her hand away from his, seemingly somewhat resistant to Lynn.

Because her hair was disheveled, Lynn couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could sense that the atmosphere had changed.

At least judging from Hilina's attitude towards him, she seemed rather cold.

After a moment of silence, Hillina asked in a low voice, "So what you said that day was true, that you did all this just to use me to disgust my fiancé, that guy named Sia."

Hilina had amnesia, but not dementia. With her intelligence, she understood Lynn's intentions almost instantly.

If simple intimate contact can trigger the world's will to punish him and bring down lightning, then what if he completely possesses her?
If such behavior truly angers the will of the world, then it is tantamount to blasphemy.

At that time, the world-destroying lightning that descends from the heavens will surely carry the power to tear apart the void, completely shattering the dimensional barrier that covers this world into fragments.

In fact, Hilina was absolutely right; that was exactly what Lynn had thought from the beginning.

He once plotted to trigger divine punishment from the world's will by taking Hillina's virginity, thereby breaking the barrier.

Unfortunately, it was only at this moment that Hilina realized his true intentions.

Faced with her questioning, Lynn remained silent for a long time before finally calmly saying, "Yes, from the second day I came into this world, I foresaw that this day would come."

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After receiving Lynn's reply, Hilina ultimately said nothing, simply lowering her head and leaving dejectedly.

Watching her departing figure, Rita, who had no idea what had happened between Lynn and Hillina, patted Lynn on the shoulder: "Don't be too discouraged. There will be a grand bonfire festival in Moro City tonight, so be sure to come!"

"As for the two options I mentioned earlier, there's no rush, you can take your time to consider them. Whatever the final result, we will respect your choice."

As night fell, a towering bonfire was lit in the central square of Moro City.

The city was filled with stunningly beautiful demon women, dressed in exotic dance dresses and sandals made of purple crystal, dancing gracefully to the rhythm of ancient war drums.

Every household brought out their treasured delicacies to entertain Lynn and Hillina, the two honored guests, even though Lynn found the food rather unrefined and even somewhat unpalatable.

So he took out some food he had prepared earlier from his spatial ring, including some pork and beef that still looked fresh, and he even brought some seasonings.

So Lynn prepared a lavish barbecue feast for the demon women imprisoned in this otherworldly cage. At first, the demon women were still intimidated by the intimidation Lynn had given them during the day, but they quickly succumbed to the temptation of the food. It was the first time in their lives that they had tasted such delicious food, and they were so excited that they ate and cried at the same time.

Watching them enjoy their meal, Lynn chuckled, picked up the wine made from the sap of the sacred tree, and sat alone on the stone stool, drinking it by herself.

Although the scene was lively and bustling, he had little interest in enjoying the celebration due to the language barrier and some unpleasant things that had happened with Hillina during the day.

After an unknown amount of time, Lynn was slightly tipsy from drinking alone when a familiar fragrance wafted over, and Hillina, dressed in a golden robe, quietly appeared beside him.

To Lynn's surprise, she seemed to have regained her usual aloofness, and the distraught state she had shown during the day was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you just going to leave me standing here like this?"

When she saw Lynn's gaze fall on her, a smile actually appeared on her face.

Although Lynn was a little surprised, he still moved his buttocks to the side, and Hillina sat down next to him on the stone stool, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at the campfire in a daze.

Hilina remained silent, and Lynn didn't respond either; the two maintained an almost eerie silence until Hilina's cool voice rang out:

"I remember when you were injured and unconscious, you called out a name several times."

"Huh?" A look of surprise appeared on Lynn's face. He was unconscious at the time and did not remember what he had said.

"That girl named Yvesce must be a very perfect woman."

Hilina looked at her and said.

"Quite the opposite," Lynn waved her hand. "She has a violent temper, is ruthless, and her face was once disfigured, so she always wears a mask. In short, her flaws are countless."

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in Hilina's eyes: "Then why?"

"Do you believe that if that day ever comes, she would even kill a god just so that I can live?"

Hilina was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him intently: "I believe you, because if it were me, I would also be willing to give everything for the one I love, even if it meant killing a god?"

"So it sounds like you two just happened to be the first to meet. What if another woman had treated you the same way?"

“I don’t want to make that assumption; it’s a desecration of her,” Lynn shook her head. “Feelings aren’t about who came first; it’s about knowing the moment you meet her that you can’t live without her.”

"Apart from that, everything else is just compromise."

His words clearly had a hidden meaning, and Hilina wasn't stupid. She just suppressed the throbbing pain in her heart and used a smile to hide the unnaturalness on her face: "I have a question for you."

"what is the problem?"

Lynn looked at her warily.

Hilina took a deep breath: "If you really had to choose, would you rather stay here forever, or return to your original world?"

"Of course we should go back. There's nothing here worth staying for."

Lynn answered almost without thinking that, putting aside the people and things he cared about in his original world, the terrible living environment in this world made him have no desire to stay.

Upon receiving Lynn's affirmative answer, a hint of nervousness flashed in Hilina's eyes: "Then, if—and I mean if—I choose to forget the past and stay here forever, would you... be willing to stay with me?"

Undoubtedly, Hilina's question was beyond Lynn's expectations, causing his expression to freeze for a moment.

Lynn paused for a moment, then a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

He remained silent, but the answer was already written on his face.

The astute Hilina understood the meaning of this silence.

A moment later, the cheerful drumbeats of the demon ball in the distance seemed to have infected Lynn. He got up and walked towards the campfire, his thin black robe fluttering in the night wind.

"you"

As she watched his retreating figure, Hilina's voice trembled slightly.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Lynn didn't turn around, but just tilted her head slightly.

In the firelight, the boy's sharply defined profile appeared exceptionally profound in the night, and inexplicably gave people a sense of security.

The turmoil in Hilina's heart suddenly subsided.

With so many women in this world, is it really necessary to choose only her?

This was originally the last question Hilina wanted to ask.

But now, it seems there's no need to ask anymore, because Lynn's answer is obvious.

A beautiful smile appeared on Hilina's stunning face as she gently waved to Lynn: "It's alright, you can go ahead."

“Oh, right,” Lynn said, as if suddenly remembering something, “Forget about what happened during the day. Perhaps there are other ways to break down the barrier surrounding this world.”

"I think that when the time comes, you will be able to return to your original world and become the Princess of the Saint Laurent Empire again."

Lynn said with a smile.

In fact, since arriving in Moro City, he had heard the whispers of the Prisoner of Fate again, but he could not hear them clearly and could only vaguely make out some sounds.

This gave Lynn a glimmer of hope.

And just now, as he drank cup after cup of wine brewed from the sap of the divine tree and fell into a slightly tipsy state, some sounds rang in his ears again, and he heard them even more clearly than before.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Hillina about this.

Hilina, unaware of the details, suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She felt that Lynn was severing the bond between them with her own hands.

What a gentle bastard.

Watching Lynn's cheerful figure disappear into the ball, Hillina bit her lower lip, a resolute look flashing in her eyes.

If your wish is to reunite with your beloved—

Then, I will grant your wish.

Even if the cost is...
Early that morning.

Lynn was awakened by a dull pain. After opening his eyes, he struggled to sit up, pressing his temples.

Last night at the bonfire party, he deliberately indulged himself in drinking fine wine, allowing himself, who had been on the run in another world for more than a month and whose expression had been tense for a long time, to relax.

However, he underestimated the delicious wine made from the sap of the sacred tree. It was indeed very tasty, but its aftereffects were also extremely potent.

After being exiled to the remote city of Orn, he spent almost every day in taverns, living a life of debauchery, and over time developed a high tolerance for alcohol.

However, besides the fact that the alcohol was really strong, Lynn's extreme drunkenness this time may also be related to the fact that he himself was unwilling to sober up too quickly.

As Lynn watched the silver light of the sacred tree pierce through the stone window, he knew that reality had to be faced eventually, and that running away would not solve any problems.

At this crucial moment of returning to his original world, he is caught in a dilemma: whether to take advantage of Hilina's purity before she regains her memories and incur divine punishment from the world's will, or to seek the clues given to him by the whispers of the prisoner of fate.

If they choose the latter, it's unclear how long it will take to break the world barrier. Lynn is also unsure how long Yves can hold on, given that more than a month has passed since he went into exile in another world.

If you choose the former...
Last night by the campfire, the image of Hilina, hesitant to speak, lingered in my mind. Her last smile seemed calm, but her eyes held a heartbreaking sorrow, as if he had done something unforgivable.

This was completely different from the temperament of the First Princess Hillina in his memory, which Lynn could only attribute to memory disorder.

"How should I choose?"

Lynn rubbed his temples, took his clothes from the stone table next to him, and was about to put them on when he was suddenly stopped by a pair of cold little hands. Turning around, he found a purple-skinned demon girl standing in the corner. Her horns were small and delicate, like newborn crescent moons, and she looked quite cute.

Noticing Lynn's gaze, Nora's legs trembled. She knew that yesterday at the city gate, this human had exuded an aura comparable to that of an Abyss Lord, but she still mustered her courage and shook her head, signaling him to put down the clothes.

As she clapped her hands lightly, several older but equally beautiful witches bowed their heads and walked in. Like Nora, they never dared to meet Lynn's gaze.

"What is this for?"

Lynn looked at them, completely bewildered.

"serve."

Nora stammered, speaking in a very broken human language.

Lynn suddenly realized that when he was still the young master of the Bartleyon family, he received the same treatment every day from waking up to going to bed, so he spread his arms very skillfully and cooperatively.

The witches trembled as they helped him change, and also provided services such as massaging his shoulders and legs. While serving him, their smooth and delicate skin was faintly visible under their thin clothing.

Lynn was certain that she could tear the fabric apart and do whatever she wanted at this moment, and that the women would even cooperate with her obediently.

But Lynn wasn't that kind of person; he wouldn't stoop to such a shameless act.
After finishing, Lynn used his supernatural power to dispel the last trace of drunkenness in his body. However, this small action startled the witches, who scattered and fled, leaving only Nora huddled in the corner.

"What's your name?" Lynn asked, crouching down. "And do you think I'm scary?"

“My name is Nora,” the little girl said, still in broken human language, “your eyes.”

"Eye?"

Lynn looked at the obsidian mirror in the room with some surprise, but he didn't find anything special about his eyes.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much.

The whispers of the Prisoner of Fate seemed to have led him to the Tomb of Heremus, and he had inexplicably become the savior prophesied by the stone tablet. There must be some secret behind this.

“Go play.” Lynn said, taking out a toy from the human world and placing it in Nora’s palm, then speaking softly.

Nora stared in disbelief at the affable Lynn, finding it hard to believe that this distinguished guest, who commanded the respect of the tribe's most powerful leaders, could be so gentle. In the dog-eat-dog world of the demons, such consideration was nothing short of a miracle.

"The priestess is looking for you."

She looked up at Lynn, stammered out her words, and then ran away like a startled deer. Lynn just smiled nonchalantly.

After leaving the stone chamber, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. Lynn walked on the streets of Moro City, where the demon female warriors who had drunk with him the night before had already begun their morning exercises.

They were agile and their abdominal muscles rose and fell with their breath. Even though they were wearing the kind of light leather armor that Lynn thought was a bit rough, they still gave people a heroic and dashing feeling.

Upon noticing Lynn's gaze, these guys all simultaneously revealed a somewhat strange smile.

"What's happening here?"

Lynn muttered to himself, the language barrier preventing him from asking, but his intuition told him that it was probably related to Rita's visit to him.

The next moment, he quickened his pace and headed towards the stone palace in the center of Moro City, which could barely be considered magnificent.

Yesterday was rather rushed, and Lynn didn't have time to properly examine this ancient city. Now Lynn realizes that this stone palace was actually built on the basis of a divine tree. The gnarled branches blocked the sunlight, making the palace look dark inside.

Pushing open the stone door engraved with ancient runes, Lynn saw Rita standing in front of the altar, her amethyst-like eyes gleaming in the dim light, clearly waiting for him.

"Respected traveler," Rita bowed slightly, "did you rest well last night?"

"Ah."

Lynn nodded.

Although the stone-carved bed was indeed rock hard, he had drunk far too much yesterday; he was practically unconscious.

However, the services provided in the morning are still very thoughtful and thorough.

Lynn felt she deserved a good review.

The massage was just right, with pressure where it should be applied and lightness where it should be applied.

"What do you want?" Lynn asked bluntly. "Ahem, but if you're asking about that choice, I'm afraid I have to apologize, because we haven't reached an agreement yet, so it may take a few more days before I can give you an answer."

Hearing Lynn's answer, Rita tilted her head in confusion: "But Miss Hilina came here last night and said that you have already discussed and made a decision."

These words exploded like thunder.

Lynn suddenly remembered Hilina's question about staying by the campfire last night. Could this girl be serious?
She asked herself if she was willing to spend the rest of her life with her in this world, which was the second option Rita proposed: Lynn would stay in Moro City forever, constantly uniting with their people and continuing their bloodline until the day Lynn's life ended.

In other words, the entire city of Moro will become Lynn's harem.

In addition, there's the aloof and stunningly beautiful Hilina. Any man would likely succumb to her allure and choose to stay in this world.

But Lynn wasn't that kind of person; he desperately wanted to leave this world.

What choice did she make?

After hesitating for a moment, Lynn looked at Rita and asked.

Rita gently stroked the star chart on the altar with her fingertips: "According to the calculations of the Divine Tree, at midnight seven days from now, when darkness obscures the silver light, the barrier covering this world will become weaker than ever before due to the tides of the abyss."

Upon hearing this, Lynn shook her head: "You know, that's not what I wanted to ask you."

Rita wasn't surprised by Lynn's attitude, and nodded: "Yes, Miss Hilina came here yesterday, and I mentioned this to her."

“I must admit, as a woman myself, I am far inferior to her in terms of both action and courage. She is a true warrior.” “Stop.”

Lynn interrupted her somewhat irritably, meeting Rita's gaze: "I just want to know what she said to you at the end."

Rita took a deep breath and then said, "Miss Hilina said she wants to hold the wedding in seven days, and then at midnight, when the barrier is at its weakest, she will be with you."

When Rita got to this point, she couldn't help but pause for a moment, because she really found it difficult to say the last few words.

Upon hearing the answer, Lynn was struck dumb. He instinctively took a half-step back and even considered fleeing the place.

Although Rita didn't say who the wedding partner was, the result was self-evident: was there another male being in this city besides Lynn?

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Inside the stone chamber, Lynn paced back and forth, a stark contrast to Hillina, who sat quietly on the edge of the bed. A faint smile played on her lips, and she possessed an indescribable beauty.

When she saw that Lynn was finally tired and sat down on the bed, she even got up and used a clay cup to pour Lynn a glass of water.

Seeing that Lynn hesitated to take the glass of water from her hand, Hillina wasn't angry. Instead, a meaningful smile appeared on her face: "Marriage is probably a very distant thing for someone like me."

Lynn frowned. In the original story, Hilina eventually married Shia, but there was no wedding ceremony.

"Lynn." She suddenly looked up, her blue eyes as captivating and deep as the ocean. "During this month-long exile in another world, haven't you figured out some things? Life is so short, and no one knows what will happen next. So, wouldn't it be a pity to realize you've missed some of the beautiful things in life when you're old?"

At this point, Hilina suddenly put down her clay cup, her burning gaze meeting Lynn's: "So, why not join me in this pleasure?"

After a long silence, Hilina's smile faded: "Consider it granting my willful wish."

"I think that before I lost my memory, I would have been someone who was very rarely willful."

"Do you really know what doing this means?" Lynn slammed his hand on the stone table and sneered. "You know, I'm not referring to the marriage itself, but..."

“Of course.” Hilina nodded, picked up the glass of water Lynn hadn’t drunk from, and took a sip. “But so what?”

Lynn was speechless, not expecting Hilina to say such a casual remark: "Aren't you afraid that after you do that, you'll regain your memories, return to your original world, and find that we're mortal enemies?"

"Let's leave this world first. Why make assumptions about things that haven't happened yet?"

"At least at this moment, I can be absolutely certain of one thing: I have never regretted making this decision."

After saying that, Hilina looked at Lynn with a provocative gaze: "Even if we are truly mortal enemies, can't you at least have the guts to let me get pregnant with your child this one chance?"

“If we had a child together, I think I would never kill you for the sake of the child.”

Hearing this, Lynn was both angry and amused, leaving Hilina speechless.

"Are you even a man?" Seeing Lynn's hesitation, Hilina raised her delicate eyebrows, a hint of mockery flashing in her golden eyes. "I, a woman, have already made up my mind, so why are you, a man, so timid and hesitant? What are you afraid of?"

She approached slowly, looking somewhat aggressive: "Besides, don't you have a reason why you absolutely have to go back?"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing the deepest part of Lynn's heart.

The next moment, Hilina suddenly abandoned her usual aloof demeanor, raised her foot and gently kicked Lynn's calf with the tip of her boot, like a couple teasing each other: "Anyway, I told the priest about this decision yesterday, and now the whole of Moro City is looking forward to this wedding. I think you have no chance to refuse."

A barely perceptible hint of nervousness flashed in her eyes, fearing that Lynn might reject her because of that guy named Yves.

The demon descendants throughout the city were eagerly anticipating the wedding, hoping it would break the barrier that shrouded the world and shatter the shackles of their prison.

Does Lynn really have the heart to disappoint everyone?
Hilina was betting that Lynn was actually a soft-hearted man, even though his words were sharper than knives.

After a long silence, Lynn finally sighed softly, "Do as you please."

Upon receiving this reply, Hilina's anxiety finally subsided. In reality, if Lynn had insisted on refusing her decision, it would most likely have resulted in a very awkward situation.

Of course, there was a way. Through his own efforts and those of the demon descendants, he could forcefully unite with Lynn.

Ultimately, Lynn only possessed the strength of a second-tier transcendent being, and he wasn't even a match for him.

However, using force is never a good idea, so Lynn agreeing is the best possible outcome.

At that moment, from an angle unseen by Lynn, a hint of relief flashed in Hilina's eyes, followed by a fleeting sadness.

With Lynn's consent, preparations for this absurd wedding began in earnest. As the bride, Hilina received the support of the entire city, with people going door to door rummaging through their belongings to offer any help they could for the wedding.

However, this world is short of resources, all items are simple and crude, and there are language barriers, so many necessities cannot be replaced.

Being in a state of amnesia, Hilina had no idea what to prepare for or do for the wedding, so she had to rely on her imagination to figure out many things.

The wedding banquet was held in the stone palace in the center of Moro City, which was already the most luxurious venue in the entire city. Rita even lent her own bedroom as Lynn and Hillina's bridal chamber.

Meanwhile, Lynn, who should have been busy with his wedding, has been spending a lot of time at the top of the sacred tree these days, and no one knows what he is talking about with the spirit of the tree.

Lynn and Hillina's drastically different behavior surprised everyone, and they secretly speculated about the relationship between them.

No matter how they guessed, they could never have guessed that the relationship between Lynn and Hillina was actually extremely complicated and twisted.

However, something unexpected happened to Lynn. He had always thought that the true form of the Divine Tree would be a mature and beautiful older sister figure, but when he accidentally saw her incarnation, he found that she was a petite figure emitting a faint green light. However, due to the light around her, he could not see her specific appearance.

Of course, her tone of voice was quite old, creating a very strong contrast.

Time flies, and the sixth day has arrived in the blink of an eye.

As night fell, the stone palace of Moro City was brightly lit and decorated. Although it was incomparable to the luxury of the human world, it was the most grand scene they could present.

Rita officiated at the wedding and also acted as the translator, while the witches in attendance stared at the delicious food on the long table with shining eyes.

For this wedding, Hilina practically took out all the items she had stored in her storage space. After all, this was her first wedding, and perhaps even her only one, and she felt it couldn't be too shabby; at least the proper sense of ceremony was necessary.

For these witches who had never left this world, the wedding was novel and exhilarating.

Even in Lynn's eyes, the wedding banquet was pitifully simple—his red robe was dyed with pigment made from a type of red stone ground from this world, and the effect was naturally appalling.

The entire wedding ceremony was streamlined down to just two parts: vows and drinking together. After a few rounds of drinks, the boisterous witches were so drunk that they tore off their coarse cloth breast wraps, their violet skin swaying in the firelight, making it hard to look directly at them.

Not only that, they were also muttering something under their breath, and their eyes kept glancing at Lynn as they spoke.

“They said,” Rita chuckled, covering her mouth as she acted as translator, “that they want to marry you after the ceremony, so they can enjoy the food forever.”

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In the past, Lynn might have found such jokes amusing, but now he simply drank silently, one cup after another, as if trying to bolster his courage for something.

As for the bride, Hilina, she was already waiting in the decorated bridal chamber.

Lynn drank almost an entire barrel of wine made from the sap of the sacred tree, and his whole body reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of drunkenness on his face. In particular, his eyes revealed a resolute look, as if he had made up his mind about something.

As the final round of toasts ended, the absurd wedding finally came to its final ceremony. Under the burning gazes of everyone, Lynn was led by Rita and the others to the deepest part of the palace.

In the dimly lit room, a few streaks of firelight flickered gracefully.

After everyone had left, Lynn slowly stepped inside. He saw Hilina sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, a white veil above her head, embroidered with crooked star and moon patterns—clearly the bride's own handiwork.

Even with the simple conditions, she insisted on preserving this sense of ritual.

The gauze curtain was made by her by cutting and sewing a white gauze dress, and the star and moon patterns were embroidered on with bone needles with the help of Rita and the others.

After entering the room, Lynn, who reeked of alcohol, sat down next to her.

"Honey, did you drink a lot of alcohol?"

Feeling the delicate fragrance of orchids wafting from beside her, and the tenderness hidden in that "darling," Lynn's heart suddenly raced.

He took a deep breath and, fueled by the alcohol, lifted the white gauze curtain.

In an instant, a stunningly beautiful face came into view. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were shimmering with a soft light. Her hair, which was usually tied up, now fell over her shoulders. Even the sharp edge that was usually present in Hilina had transformed into the gentle beauty of a bride tonight.

Lynn was speechless for a moment.

On the contrary, Hilina regained some of her aloofness and gave a soft snort: "Hmph."

But the fleeting curve of her lips betrayed her feelings. As the saying goes, a woman dresses up for the man she loves. Seeing his reaction, she suddenly felt that all her efforts over the past few days had been worthwhile. Her bridal makeup had taken her a full half day to complete.

Lynn didn't dare meet Hillina's gaze, so he looked away and asked, "Are you really sure about this?"

"At this point, is there anything to regret?" Hilina took two glasses, filled them with wine, and drank them all in one gulp. A rosy blush quickly spread across her cheeks.

Lynn, however, held his wine glass and fell into deep thought.

Silence spread in the candlelight, and neither of them spoke.

Sensing the slight anger in Hilina's eyes, Lynn suddenly chuckled, "What, did no one teach you what to do on your wedding night?"

Hilina stiffened slightly, slowly turning her face away. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly unbuttoned the back of her shirt, revealing half of her fair and jade-like shoulder.

In the candlelight, clothes and linings silently slipped off, leaving only plain white undergarments that barely covered the most alluring curves.

Throughout this process, Lynn was not polite at all, adopting an appreciative attitude and not even blinking.

All I can say is that those who know, know; this process is more addictive than the main plot.

Despite her already taking such initiative, Lynn still made no move, and a rare hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in Hillina's golden eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The next moment, Lynn downed the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Wait for the medicine to take effect."

What medicine?

Before she could finish speaking, Hilina's pupils suddenly contracted, and then she swayed and fell helplessly onto the bed covered with white sheets.

Lynn came to the bedside and gently laid down the delicate body that could drive countless men crazy. There was no lust in her eyes, only unfathomable determination.

"What a pity." Lynn tucked the blanket around her and laughed self-deprecatingly. "With such beauty in front of me, I always choose to be a proper person. To be honest, I want to slap myself twice."

Lynn's fingertips gently stroked her golden hair, her voice tender yet firm: "When you wake up, you will return to your original world and continue to be a revered imperial princess. This journey, in the end, was just a dream for you."

"Now, it's time to wake up from this dream."

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have come into this world. After all, you and your gravedigger team would never have been able to reach the deepest part of the Heremus’ tomb.”

"Since that's the case, in accordance with the principle of seeing things through to the end, I should also take responsibility and at the very least bring you back to your original world safely."

Lynn slowly got up and spoke to Hillina, who was lying motionless on the bed.

Hilina was extremely anxious, and with almost her last bit of strength, she grabbed his sleeve: "W-Where are you going? I...I won't let you go."

Upon hearing this, Lynn simply smiled, extended a finger and lightly traced it across Hillina's face, a haughty smile curving his lips: "I'm planning to go find the World Will and have a good talk with him."

After saying that, Lynn took off the rather strange-looking red robe, folded it neatly, placed it on the bedside table, and then strode away without looking back.

Only Hilina was left lying alone on the bed, staring blankly at the stone-carved roof, which was full of marks from being hacked and chopped.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but a slight smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and a resolute look flashed deep in her eyes.

It's come to this in the end.

At the summit of Moro City lies the branch of the divine tree.

At this moment, Lynn stood on the gnarled tree trunk, a long spear gleaming coldly in his hand. He looked up at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, his face calm and serene.

"Have you made your decision?" The tree spirit's voice rang out beside him, its emerald-colored phantom appearing and disappearing.

Lynn nodded: "At midnight, the barrier covering this world will become weaker than ever before due to the tides of the abyss. At that time, the punishment brought down by the world's will will have a high probability of breaking through the barrier. However, even a trace of the residual power of divine punishment is far beyond what I can withstand now. Even a tiny bit of it would probably be enough to make me turn to ashes."

"No problem," the tree spirit's voice was calm and even. "In short, as previously agreed, I will shield you from most of the divine punishment."

“But if it’s beyond my capabilities,” the emerald phantom flickered, “I’m afraid I’m powerless to help.”

"clear."

Faced with this mysterious ancient being, Lynn chose to cooperate cautiously. This was precisely the plan he and the tree spirit had been secretly plotting for some time—they had been secretly laying the groundwork for a long time while Hillina was preparing for her wedding.

He was absolutely certain that Hilina, who was suffering from amnesia, had probably fallen in love with him.

This is absolutely intolerable to the world's will, but the reason why the world's will did not impose divine punishment is because Hilina is currently suffering from amnesia. Otherwise, such mental infidelity would be no less than physical infidelity in some respects.

What Lynn needs to do is, with the help of the Divine Tree, restore Hilina's memories.

In the past few days, Lynn has been discussing with the Divine Tree the reason for Hilina's amnesia.

The final conclusion was that Hilina's amnesia was not caused by an external impact, but rather by a mutual repulsion between her body and the primal power of this world. The eerie black energy attempted to invade her body and completely corrupt her, and Hilina's soul chose to isolate itself to resist the erosion of this power, thus causing her to lose her memory.

Given this situation, restoring Hillina's memories is not difficult. As long as the Divine Tree opens up a pure land area to completely isolate Hillina from the world's primordial power, Hillina can at least temporarily regain her memories.

In fact, Lynn was also betting that even if Hilina regained her memories, her feelings for him would never disappear!
"If you're ready, I'll begin."

"The divine tree said."

"Ah."

Lynn nodded emphatically.

The next moment, the branches of the divine tree suddenly burst forth with emerald light, and countless runes peeled off the bark, weaving into a barrier in the air. This space was instantly purified, and the black mist receded like a tide, as if forcibly isolated by some supreme law.

Especially in the stone chamber where Hillina was located, ancient life patterns appeared on the ground, and golden light particles floated like fireflies, enveloping Hillina within them.

Although Lynn had been helping Hillina absorb the black mist from her body these past few days, the black mist had actually already eroded her body, especially her soul, which was now completely enveloped by the black mist.

But now, golden particles of light surged into the depths of Hillina's soul, completely annihilating the black mist that contained it. At the same time, Hillina's body trembled violently. Her golden pupils contracted sharply, as if countless images flashed before her eyes.
Almost simultaneously, above the sky, leaden-gray thunderclouds surged like raging waves, merging with the already eerie and terrifying heavens, as if returning to the chaotic abyss of creation. Only the purple lightning that wandered among the clouds, like a furious ancient dragon, became the sole source of light illuminating Moro City.

This light was not the warm dawn, but the wrath of judgment, containing the power to destroy the world.

When the colossal thunder dragon, as thick as half the World Tree, emerged from the clouds, the entire world trembled. The dragon seemed to have locked onto Lynn, determined to obliterate this blasphemer who had defied the will of the world!
A deafening clap of thunder echoed through the sky, and the demon women of Moro City trembled in fear. Even the most valiant warriors fled in panic back to their stone houses, cowering on the ground and praying to their ancestors.

But the judgment of the world's will never distinguish between good and evil—this world-destroying lightning, powerful enough to annihilate an entire city, would not care about the life or death of these demonic beings.

Lynn looked up at the terrible divine punishment, his pale face flickering in the electric light.

"Do you regret it?" The voice of the divine tree drifted in the wind.

"I regret it so much I could die." Lynn smirked. "But what's the use of regretting it now?"

He took a deep breath, a resolute flame igniting in his grey-blue eyes: "I will definitely go back alive—back to Yves' side."

Lynn had already seen the hope of victory. He could see clearly that, in addition to lightning, countless burning meteors were bombarding the world barrier.

He even saw a phantom of a Titan, wielding a giant axe and fiercely hacking at the world barrier.

This means two things.

First, he made the right bet; after Hilina regained her memories, she still fell in love with him.

Secondly, the punishment from the world's will this time is far greater than before, and there is a high probability that it will successfully break the shackles that imprison this world.

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to be the creation of the world by the gods, countless demons in the vast territory of the abyss world, whether low-level monsters or high-level abyss lords, all felt the most terrifying aura as creatures of darkness.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, these bloodthirsty men dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground as if they were seeing a god, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Countless blinding bolts of lightning ripped through the sky, and spheres of light, as bright as day, slowly rose from the heavens.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp cracking sound rang in the ears of all living beings in this world.

At this moment, the ancient shackles that had bound this world for countless years collapsed with a deafening roar.

All living beings saw a spatial rift, like a shattered mirror, cracked and imprinted on the sky like a mark of divine punishment, appearing at the distant horizon.

Seemingly summoned by the spatial rift, countless descendants of the demon race suddenly felt a surge of emotion rising from the depths of their blood.

It was as if the other side of the rift was their beloved homeland.

In an instant, all living beings involuntarily surged toward Moro City.

However, as the instigator, Lynn was completely unaware of the upheavals taking place in the Abyss.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth and stared at the sky.

"Cursed one, be careful what you're about to do." The spirit of the divine tree suddenly vanished into specks of light, returning to its original form. "The intensity of this divine punishment is unprecedented; even after piercing the world's barrier, it still retains forty percent of its power. Even if I give my all, I'm afraid I can only withstand thirty-five percent for you."

However, the reality is that even the remaining half-tenth is far beyond what Lynn can afford now.

But he did not back down an inch.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

At this critical moment, Lynn suddenly asked, "Sir, why are you risking your life for these alien races?"

"It was just because of a promise made back then."

The voice of the sacred tree, unusually, rippled with emotion, carrying a hint of vicissitude.

The next second, the divine tree suddenly began to expand rapidly, with countless branches stretching towards the sky like a tide, casting shadows that blotted out the sun, as if to annihilate the countless bolts of lightning.

This divine tree's strength is absolutely not to be underestimated. Coupled with its innate powerful body, Lynn felt that even if she couldn't defeat a true god, ordinary gods probably couldn't do anything to her either.

Unfortunately, the divine punishment that is being brought down by the will of the world seems to have surpassed the methods of ordinary gods.

This is an almost irresistible, soul-piercing supreme power, representing the judgment of the world's highest law!
Since the creation of the world by the Creator God, although some people have survived divine punishment, it was all because the gods showed leniency.

At this moment, facing Lynn who had repeatedly altered the timeline, the world's will was clearly enraged and did not want to give him any chance of survival.

"boom--!!!"

In an instant, countless bolts of lightning poured down, and the blinding electric light exploded like a wave, instantly covering the surface of the towering tree with charred cracks.

Countless branches burst into flames, and the thick trunk continued to crack and fall. In just a few seconds, the spirit of the divine tree showed signs of decline!
But like Lynn, she showed no sign of backing down, silently enduring each blow of divine punishment.

After breaking through the barrier, countless burning meteors plummeted down, each descent leaving large scorch marks on the trunk of the divine tree, causing its originally vast vitality to rapidly decline.

Fortunately, the power of divine punishment gradually weakened with each attack.

Although the destructive aura it contains is still terrifying, it no longer possesses the earth-shattering power it once had.

Just then, a weak voice echoed in Lynn's heart: "This is all I can do. Cursed one, may fate be kind to you."

As soon as the words were spoken, the once towering divine tree suddenly withered and turned yellow, as if its life force had been drained in an instant, and then turned into dust and scattered.

The dense branches that had been covering Lynn disappeared like the receding tide.

At this moment, there were no longer any obstacles between the giant dragon formed by lightning in the sky and the burning meteorite and Lynn.

"Thank you for your help." Lynn bowed respectfully. "Leave the rest to me."

Although a resolute glint flashed in Lynn's eyes, he had absolutely no means to resist divine punishment based on his strength alone.

Lynn took a deep breath, drew his spear, and sped up the withered tree trunk, soaring straight into the sky.

Ultimately, he still had to face this calamity alone.

This was the fate he was destined to bear.

Of course, Lynn did not feel that he was fighting alone at this moment. At this moment, the image of Yves was in his mind.

In a daze, it seemed as if the two were fighting side by side!
The languid dragon in the clouds seemed to sense that this ant-like creature dared to provoke the will of the world, and it swooped down!

Lightning streaked across the sky, distorting even space itself.

No one believed Lynn could survive the divine punishment; they were only curious about how he would ultimately die.

In an instant, a towering black mist surged around Lynn. He did not use his previous fighting methods because he knew very well that techniques such as the Endless Silk, the Liar Eater, and the Crown of Thorns were of no use in the face of divine punishment brought down by the will of the world.

At this critical moment of life and death, there was only one person he could rely on.

That was Ivy, who was willing to kill a god for him!
"Annihilate them!"

Lynn roared, his gaze fixed on the giant dragon formed from lightning and the countless meteors pouring down on him; time seemed to freeze at that moment.

He didn't know if he, having shared some of Ivy's powers, could survive this terrifying divine punishment.

It's highly unlikely.

But for some reason, Lynn was smiling at that moment.

The fear and despair I felt earlier have long since vanished.

Faced with the greatest life-or-death test since his transmigration, he remained surprisingly calm, disregarding even the possibility of death.

In fact, he had a premonition that this day would come when he came into this world.

Fortunately, before setting off for the tomb of Heremus, he had prepared for the worst and written a will for Ivy.

Looking at it from another perspective, consider these extra thirty-plus days of travel to another world as a gift for saving millions of people in Grosstin.

"My life, though short, has been as brilliant as a shooting star, and I have no regrets."

Lynn's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile as she silently added the last unfinished sentence in her heart.

"Except for... I'm still a virgin."

He slowly closed his eyes.

"What a coincidence, me too."

A clear, cold female voice suddenly came from high above.

Lynn suddenly opened her eyes.

Amidst the raging lightning, that familiar figure stood proudly in the sky. Her dazzling golden hair shimmered with divine radiance under the lightning's reflection. She slowly opened her arms, her posture as elegant as if she were receiving a coronation from a god.

(End of this chapter)