Stop hypnotizing me, villain princess!

Chapter 260 I really like the way you cry for me (1.5 words)

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this moment, Sylrina was surrounded by golden light, and her aura had risen to an extremely terrifying level, clearly indicating that she had used some forbidden secret technique to forcibly enhance her strength.

Her originally pale skin was now flushed with an unnatural red, as if some terrifying force was rampaging through her body. Every inch of her skin was trembling violently, and it was clear that her entire body was enduring the backlash of a force beyond its limits.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Lynn could do very little.

He instinctively reached out, wanting to grab that receding figure, but could only watch helplessly as that figure resolutely faced divine punishment.

The distance of tens of meters felt like eternity at this moment. At this moment, Lynn recalled the scene he had seen in the Pantheon last time. The Witch of the End stood under the blade of light. She was completely swallowed up in the white light before she could even utter a cry.

Just like this time, even though Lynn tried his best, he couldn't catch up with Hilina.

It was like a cruel mockery of fate.

Finally, the lightning-formed dragon transformed into a pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, instantly piercing through Hillina's chest. Before the blood could even splatter, it was consumed by the golden flames.

Even so, Hilina trembled as she used her charred hands to grasp the lightning on her chest, using her last strength to transform her body into a golden streak of light, carrying the divine punishment brought down by the will of the world as she rapidly moved away from Lynn's location.

In an instant, an ancient city wall of Moro collapsed amidst a roar, blasting a charred crater tens of meters in diameter into the ground.

Lynn's inevitable death was subtly altered by the movement of these not-so-strong hands.

It was this slight difference that gave him a new lease on life.

But the price is—

Lynn staggered toward the spot where she had fallen. Hillina's bright red dress was now charred, and there was a bowl-shaped hole in her chest. Moreover, the consequence of using the forbidden secret technique was that her remaining life force was rapidly draining away.

"Why."

Lynn knelt on the scorched earth, cradling Hilina's mangled body in his hands, his eyes glazed over, his entire being almost still.

"Cough cough."

Hilina's gaze did not fall on Lynn. She slowly raised her bloodied right hand and gently shielded her eyes: "It really hurts, but compared to the pain you endured when facing the cruel king Kushstein that day, perhaps mine is nothing?"

“But this is my limit.” Hilina weakly lowered her hand, but a faint smile appeared on her lips. “On the day of the Sacred Tree Judgment, I was thinking about one thing: you were willing to sacrifice yourself to save the entire Grossing, but who will save you?”

"It doesn't seem so."

"So, let me do it this time. Even if... all I can do is this tiny, insignificant thing."

"Ahem, at least I got to do something that even Ivy couldn't do."

"So, from the very beginning, you never intended to go back alive."

Lynn stared blankly at Hilina, as if he had suddenly understood something.

“Yes.” She coughed up a few clots of blood, a sorrowful smile appearing on her face. “I betrayed Shia, I broke our engagement.”

In Hilina's life motto, once you truly fall in love with someone, you will love them until death.

Before meeting Lynn, she had feelings for Sia and thought those feelings would never change.

However, fate played a cruel trick on her. She and Lynn came to this strange world together, and under the influence of a strange power, she lost all her memories. At that time, Hilina was like a completely new person, a blank sheet of paper.

It was during this time that Lynn entered her life. Although he was frivolous and lecherous, every move he made was deeply imprinted in her memory and could not be forgotten.

This was not a gentle, flowing affection, but rather a raging fire that burned into her soul.

In each battle against the Abyss Demons, every wound on his body accelerated her descent into depravity.

In this isolated, abyss-like world, the suspension bridge effect made them unknowingly become dependent on each other.

In the end, she fell in love with him.

Although she never said it aloud, by the time Hillina belatedly realized it, it was too late.

When Hillina's memories resurface with the help of the Divine Tree, she is horrified to discover that her former admiration for Shia has vanished, replaced by a longing for someone else.

Realizing this, Hillina fell into deep despair. When reality clashed with her steadfast beliefs, what should she do?
The scene unfolding before Lynn's eyes was her final answer.

Lynn was right. She really didn't intend to return to her original world alive. Filled with guilt towards Sia and an unspeakable longing for Lynn, she chose to sacrifice herself so that he could go back and reunite with Evelyn.

“Originally… originally I thought…” A bitter glint flashed in Hilina’s eyes, “If you could join me in that final moment of pleasure, even if we died here together, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

"But why did you drug me and then suffer divine punishment alone?"

How can I bear to watch you die like this?

Lynn stared blankly at Hilina, tears silently streaming down his face.

Upon seeing this, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she raised her hand with trembling hands to gently stroke his cheek.

“Cry. At least that will prove,” her breath growing weaker, “that I’m no less wicked than Yveste.”

Perhaps I will never be as important to you as she is.

So, I want you to remember me forever and ever.

"I remember. A woman named Hilina once existed in your life."

Before she could finish speaking, the light in Hilina's eyes vanished completely. The hand that had been gently stroking his cheek slowly fell to its lowered side.

As Rita led her people cautiously toward the enormous crater created by divine punishment, they saw Lynn kneeling in the center.

The boy who once instilled fear in them was now staring blankly at the dying Hilina, tears silently streaming down his face.

He's crying.

The young demon girl Nora spoke softly in her foreign language, her voice barely audible.

Lida nodded silently, a hint of indescribable sadness flashing in her eyes.

The entire city of Moro fell into a deathly silence.

High above, the dimensional barrier, torn apart by the divine punishment unleashed by the world's will, is like shattered glass, its hideous cracks slowly healing under the influence of the world's will.

In just a few minutes, this opportunity to access the outside world will be gone forever.

However, none of these demon women, who had been trapped in the abyss for thousands of years, suggested taking the opportunity to escape.

They knelt on one knee in unison, their demonic horns emitting a soft light, and softly chanted an ancient requiem, the highest respect their people could pay to the deceased.

Lynn lowered his head deeply, looking like a lost dog, dejected and utterly pathetic.

He held Hilina's increasingly cold hand tightly, feeling her life slipping away bit by bit.

Perhaps it won't be long before she becomes a cold corpse, eventually turning to dust in this abyss.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness swept over his entire body.

After an unknown amount of time, Lynn suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "You...go."

Although he didn't turn around, Rita knew that he was saying those words to them.

At this point, the dimensional rift in the upper atmosphere had mostly healed and would soon be completely closed.

Breaking through the dimensional barrier next time will be a thousand times more difficult than it is now.

"And what about you?" Rita couldn't help but ask.

"It has nothing to do with you."

The demon women looked at each other, all of them sensing the deep sorrow emanating from Lynn.

Rita looked around and saw unwavering determination in the eyes of her companions.

“Respected traveler,” Rita took a deep breath, “we have decided to stay and let Miss Sylrina rest in peace.”

Although she phrased it tactfully, by the time they finished burying Hillina, the dimensional rift had already closed.

This means that the hundreds of demon women present chose to stay with Lynn rather than flee the abyss.

Lynn's body trembled slightly: "Do as you please."

He ignored the crowd behind him, and simply squeezed Hillina's hand gently, hoping to get a response.

He was in a sorry state, completely lacking his usual composure.

He was even willing to abandon all his dignity, as long as he could find a way to resurrect Sylrina, even if it meant kneeling before the devil.

What does dignity matter?
If dignity could save Hilina's life, he would rather remain a homeless man without dignity forever.

Lynn's tears fell onto Hillina's pale face, mingling with her blood.

He remembered her last smile, and her words that she wanted him to remember her forever. She had indeed fulfilled that wish.

The demon women stood quietly by his side, none of them disturbing his grief.

They knew that any words would be superfluous at this moment.

The dimensional rift high in the sky grew smaller and smaller until it closed completely, as if it had never existed.

The abyss returned to its usual deathly silence, with only Lynn's sobs echoing in the empty pit.

Rita sighed softly and gestured to her companions to begin preparations for the burial.

They found the softest fabric to wrap Hillina's body and gathered the most beautiful flowers from the abyss to adorn her grave.

Lynn saw all of this, but he neither stopped her nor thanked her. He simply held Hilina quietly, as if time had stood still.

The Abyss has no distinction between day and night, but the demon women still followed human customs, waiting a full day before beginning the formal funeral. They bid farewell to the Herrscher who sacrificed himself to save Lynn with the most solemn ceremony and the most devout prayers.

Rita stepped forward, as if to say something, but in the end she only bowed deeply.

She knew that from this moment on, the young traveler had been completely changed.

Is this your destiny?
Lynn felt incredibly resentful.

You were originally supposed to be by the side of the chosen one, Shia, becoming the most noble princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, and ascending to the pinnacle of power with him.

But because of a despicable thief, who treated life with a carefree attitude, he wantonly twisted the trajectory of your destiny, making you unable to see any possibility of the future.

But I, hiding behind your sacrifice, selfishly survived.

Do you want me to spend the rest of my life in endless self-blame?
What a cruel woman.

A wave of intense grief and dizziness washed over Lynn.

His veins bulged, wanting to vent his anger towards the gods, but seeing Hilina's gradually cooling body, all his emotions ultimately turned into intense sorrow.

Lynn never considered herself a sentimental person.

The rescue of the civilians in Grossington was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But now he realizes he was terribly wrong.

In just over thirty days of his journey through the abyss, he unknowingly fell in love with the blonde girl who always carried him on her back and stumbled along protecting him.

I fell in love with the faint scent of cedar on her.

I fell in love with the shyness that occasionally shone through her cool exterior.

In addition, her unexpectedly contrasting performance.

That is why he ultimately chose to face divine punishment alone.

If it weren't for love, why would he make such a decision for a woman who should belong to Sia?
Ironically, no matter how he had politely declined Hilina's advances, he only realized his own feelings when she was on her deathbed.

"I am such a sinful bastard."

Even if Lynn searched his entire body and tried every method, bringing him back to life was something that a second-tier superhuman could not possibly do.

"Step aside."

At that moment, a weak female voice suddenly rang out.

A charred branch pierced through the crowd and slowly extended to Lynn's side.

"Sir," Lynn was stunned, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, "You...you can save her?"

The divine tree did not answer. In the divine punishment just now, even she, a demigod, suffered severe injuries. The giant tree that once covered the entire city of Moro was now mostly charred black, its branches and leaves withered, like an old man in his twilight years.

Under Lynn's tense gaze, the branch trembled slightly. A drop of emerald sap dripped from the top and fell into Hillina's mouth.

This drop of sap seemed to contain the essence of the divine tree. In just a few breaths, color returned to Hillina's pale face, and the fatal wound in her chest began to heal slowly.

After completing all this, the already severely damaged divine tree lost a large number of branches, and cracks appeared on the surface of its trunk.

"A quarter of an hour," the divine tree's voice was extremely weak. "My life essence can only sustain me for a quarter of an hour. If I want to save her, I must hurry."

After he finished speaking, the ancient tree fell silent.

"Thank you, sir."

Lynn's heart sank to the bottom once again. He looked at Hilina, who had regained a glimmer of life, and said blankly.

The hope that had just been ignited vanished in an instant.

In this desperate situation, what other way is there to save Hilina?
Lynn looked up and saw that the dimensional rift had already closed silently. Even if he could leave this place, the teleportation point back to his original world would be random, not to mention the spatial turbulence he might encounter along the way.

A quarter of an hour can be very long, long enough for him to torture and kill his enemies a thousand times over.

Fifteen minutes can be very short, too short to save the lover who died for him.

Was it all in vain in the end?
Remembering Sylrina's request—to stay in this world, away from the strife, and spend the rest of their lives together—this might be the only option that would allow both of them to survive.

But he refused.

He personally pushed the woman who loved him deeply to her death.

"If I could do it all over again," Lynn murmured, gazing at Hilina's peaceful sleeping face, "would I make different choices?"

The answer is no.

This stubbornness is part of Lynn's character. Even knowing the ending, he would not give up on returning to his original world.

At worst, we'll risk our lives to rewrite this tragedy.

This seems to have become a dead end.

Just as despair was about to engulf him, Nora suddenly pointed to Sylrina's chest and said:
"Look! Her body is glowing!"

The shout caught Lynn's attention.

He subconsciously looked down, his gaze falling on Hilina's chest, where a dark light was faintly emanating, as if there was something there.

The next moment, Lynn raised her hand to take the object off her body, but as soon as she opened her palm, her movement suddenly froze.

"So this is it?"

Lynn never expected that this level 0 sealed artifact, which was legendary in the original work, would actually be in Sylrina's possession.

He stared at the beating demon heart in his palm. Each pulse was like a call from the abyss. This demon heart, which had been refined into a level 0 sealed artifact, was now exuding an ominous yet alluring aura.

How did she get this on her?

The voice of the divine tree suddenly deepened, carrying a barely concealed tremor.

Clearly, she saw through the origin of the heart at a glance, and that's why this sudden discovery shocked Him even more.

Because the owner of this heart was not an ordinary high-dimensional demon; his background was astonishingly powerful.

"However, it did give her a glimmer of hope."

The divine tree's tone carried a hint of complexity.

"This is the heart of Morgana, the Mother of Eternal Night. Morgana was born in a higher dimension of nothingness, a realm that even the gods cannot observe, so she is not a demon in the traditional sense."

"In the beginning of creation, she existed in a form of 'darkness,' older than light and longer than time itself. When the gods divided order and chaos, she refused to be defined and was thus banished to the void."

"I never imagined that her heart would be removed and made into a level 0 sealing artifact. I wonder which god possesses such terrifying abilities?"

The divine tree sighed in an extremely weak voice.

"So, by transplanting Morgana's heart into Sylrina's body, she can be brought back to life?"

Lynn asked.

"Correct."

"The divine tree answered."

"Traveler, are you really going to do this?" Rita's voice came from behind, filled with obvious fear. "That's the heart of a high-dimensional demon."

“I know, but I have no other choice.” Lynn did not turn around, his gaze still fixed on the level 0 sealed artifact called the Eternal Night Core.

Although Morgana's heart is sealed, her will can still penetrate the seal and tempt mortals into eternal darkness.

Lynn could even sense that the heart seemed to have its own consciousness and was trying to establish some kind of connection with him.

He knew very well that once Morgana's heart merged with Sylrina's, Sylrina would no longer be purely human, but would become a half-human, half-demon being, and would gradually be corrupted by Morgana's consciousness.
Three years ago in the capital, he witnessed a public execution of half-demons. Those humans who were unfortunate enough to be tainted by demonic energy were tied to stakes and burned for an entire day, until even their bones turned to ashes.

"It's better than death."

Lynn said hoarsely, his voice sounding like it came from a very far place.

Lynn knelt down on one knee and pressed his ear close to Hillina's lips. Her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and each heartbeat was long and suffocating.

Without a doubt, the longer the delay continues, the lower the chances of Hilina surviving.

But Lynn suddenly realized something: whether Hillina was willing to become a half-human, half-demon being. After all, she was the eldest princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, and would become the empress in the future, revered by all people.

“I’m giving you the choice.” After a moment of contemplation, Lynn placed the demon heart between her clasped hands. “If you want to live, hold my hand.”

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the night wind blowing, making a sobbing sound.

Lynn stared at Hilina's face, expecting a response.

A tear fell onto Hilina's eyelashes and slid down her pale skin, as if she were crying too.

Suddenly, Lynn leaned down and pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

“For the past twenty years, your status as a princess and your supreme throne have been your entire life. Now that you have lost these pillars, you stand at the crossroads of fate, swallowed by confusion and despair.” Lynn’s voice trembled. “I am sorry to have put you in this situation.”

"But if you truly have even the slightest affection for me, if you truly feel a sliver of reluctance in your heart, if you don't know how to go on living..."

His voice sounded somewhat broken: "Then, please live for me, Hilina."

After saying this, Lynn buried his face in Hilina's chest, praying for a miracle.

Time passes minute by minute.

The body in Lynn's arms grew colder and colder, and so did their hope.

Is there really no hope left?

He closed his eyes in despair.

But just then, a slight tremor suddenly came from my fingertips.

Lynn suddenly opened his eyes and saw that pale hand gently grasping his fingers.

Lynn looked up abruptly—Hilina's fingers were slightly curled, her fingertips touching Morgana's heart.

"She...she made her choice!" Rita exclaimed and stepped back.

Before Lynn could even feel joy, he saw Hilina suddenly open her eyes.

"Lynn," her voice seemed to come from afar, "I like it very much."

"The way you cried for me." She finished the sentence, a familiar smile playing on her lips.

"Welcome back," he said softly, wiping away her tears.

"Time is running out." The voice of the divine tree echoed through the city, ancient and weathered. "If we are to save her, we must begin the ritual now."

Lynn took a deep breath and looked up at the sacred tree.

"Please tell me the specific steps." Lynn stood up and held the demon heart high above his head.

The light suddenly intensified, illuminating the entire city of Moro.

"First, you need to break the first seal." The branches of the divine tree swayed gently. "Use your blood to smear the seven sealing runes on the surface of your heart."

Lynn drew the dagger from his waist and, without hesitation, slashed his palm. The blood dripped onto the demon's heart and was instantly absorbed.

As he applied the runes one by one as instructed, his heart pounded harder and harder, as if something was awakening.

"Ah!" Rita suddenly screamed, staggering back a few steps. "Traveler, your eyes!"

Lynn blinked, feeling a sharp pain. He turned to look at the pool of water beside him, where his reflection showed his eyes had turned the same color as the demon's heart.

But Lynn didn't care; he knew more about Morgana than the ancient tree that had lived for countless years.

Morgana's power far surpasses that of ordinary high-dimensional demons; beings like the "King of Sin" are simply no match for her.

Lynn forced himself to look away and continue his work. As the last rune was covered in blood, the demon heart suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, followed by a phantom figure emerging from within it.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful female figure with a perfect face and curves, but three pairs of jet-black wings stretched out from behind her.

Her eyes, like Lynn's now, were as deep and dark as the eternal night, like black holes.

“Ah, finally.” Morgana stretched, her voice as sweet as honey, yet it made every nerve in Lynn’s body tense. “How long has it been? A million years? Or two million years? Thank you, my dear, for freeing me from that boring cage.”

Lynn looked at her: "You are Morgana."

“I used to be,” the demonic woman chuckled. “Now, I’m your little darling Hillina’s lifeline, aren’t I?”

Her gaze shifted to Hilina lying on the ground, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face. "What a beautiful vessel."

"Don't go after her."

Linn whispered.

“Oh, don’t be nervous.” Morgana floated in front of Lynn, so close that she was almost touching his face. “I’m just curious, do you really understand what you’re doing? Once this ritual begins, there’s no turning back. I can’t even predict what your beloved woman will become.”

Lynn took a deep breath: "As long as I can save her."

"Even if she hates you after she wakes up?" Morgana tilted her head. "Even if she becomes a monster? Even if the church hunts her to the ends of the earth?"

Every question pierced Lynn's heart like a knife. But he simply repeated firmly, "As long as she can be saved."

Morgana stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Interesting! So interesting! Humans can always do the craziest things for love."

She floated back above her heart. "Alright, let's begin, little one."

Of course, this little guy refers to the Divine Tree, not Lynn.

The branches of the divine tree slowly drooped down, forming an archway that enveloped Hillina: "Lynn, place your heart on her wound, then recite this incantation."

A string of obscure and incomprehensible words entered Lynn's mind. He had never heard this language before, but strangely, he understood the meaning of every syllable perfectly.

That was the language of creation, the fundamental law governing the world.

With trembling hands, Lynn gently placed Morgana's heart on Sylrina's bloodied and mangled chest.

The moment the two made contact, a powerful energy surge erupted from Hillina, knocking the demon girls, including Rita, to the ground.

"Hold on!" The divine tree's voice remained clear amidst the energy storm, "Recite the incantation!"

Lynn opened his mouth, and those ancient syllables flowed automatically from the depths of his throat.

With each word he uttered, he felt a bit of his life force being drained away.

At the same time, Morgana's heart began to slowly sink and gradually merge into Sylrina's body.

The black light intertwined with the green light of the divine tree, creating a bizarre scene. Hilina's body began to convulse violently; her mouth gaped open, yet no sound came out.

Lynn tried to rush up and hug Hillina, but was blocked by an invisible force.

He could only watch helplessly as she struggled in agony, watching the heart slowly disappear into her chest.

Suddenly, Hilina's back arched, and a pair of jet-black bone wings pierced her skin from her shoulder blades and slowly unfolded.

Not only that, her originally fair skin turned into a deep, dark purple, like the night sky, with a faint, star-like glow.

“Look how beautiful she is,” Morgana’s phantom said with rapture. “My power is taking root within her.”

The incantation had been finished, but Lynn could still feel his energy being continuously depleted. His legs began to weaken, and the scene before him began to blur.

“Come back, Hilina,” he whispered, “no matter what you become.”

The light suddenly receded, flowing entirely into Hillina's body.

For a moment, the entire city of Moro fell into an eerie silence.

Then, a heartbeat.

Clear and powerful.

Then came the second tone, and the third tone.
Hilina's chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, and her newly grown black wings trembled gently. Faint purple patterns appeared on her skin, like some kind of ancient totem, but quickly disappeared.

Lynn finally collapsed to his knees, unable to hold on any longer. He felt more exhausted than ever before, yet at the same time, he was filled with hope.

"Did you make it?"

Rita crawled over and asked cautiously.

Before Lynn could answer, Hilina suddenly opened her eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? The pale gold pupils had turned into deep black. Her gaze was initially blank, then gradually focused on Lynn.

"Lynn?" Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was definitely Hilina's voice. "What's wrong with me?"

Lynn wanted to answer, but found himself choked up and unable to speak. He could only climb forward and hold Hillina's hand tightly.

Hilina followed his gaze to her hands, and then suddenly realized something.

She struggled to sit up, her black wings instinctively unfurling to maintain her balance.

When she saw the changes in her body, her purple pupils suddenly contracted.

"What have I become?" Her voice trembled.

Lynn said firmly, "You survived, that's enough."

Hilina raised her head, her gaze passing over Lynn and looking behind him.

Lynn turned around following her gaze and found Morgana's phantom floating there with a playful smile on her face.

“Welcome to the new world, my companion,” Morgana said softly. “From this day forward, you will no longer belong to either side—neither human nor demon, but don’t worry, you will love this power.”

A flicker of fear crossed Hillina's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She took a deep breath, and her black wings slowly folded back.

“As long as my soul is mine,” she said, staring directly at Morgana’s phantom, “you will never truly possess me.”

Morgana burst into laughter, her voice echoing throughout the world: "We'll see, my dear, we'll see."

After she finished speaking, her phantom gradually dissipated and returned to the demonic heart that had become one with Hillina.

A moment later, the black flames around Hilina dissipated after her rebirth, and her body, now without support, fell into Lynn's arms.

The newly formed half-demon body had clearly consumed too much of her energy, and she was now fast asleep.

Lynn gazed at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal washing over every nerve in his body like a tidal wave.

He almost jumped up to cheer, but fearing he might disturb her, he only hugged her tightly in the end.

Although the whole process was thrilling, the ending was what I wanted.

Lynn thought to himself.

However, the ancient voice of the divine tree suddenly rang in Lynn's mind: "I regret to interrupt you, but the barrier rift to the outside world has now closed, and we are likely to be trapped in this plane forever."

The hopeful yet dejected gazes of the surrounding demon girls all turned to Lynn.

But he simply pulled the sleeping Hilina closer to his chest.

For him, who had already resurrected Hilina, this was no problem at all.

During the time Hilina was asleep, Lynn stayed by her side almost every step of the way, waiting for her to wake up.

Finally, on the tenth day, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. The beating of her heart in her chest made her realize that she was truly alive.

She struggled to sit up, her eyes glancing inadvertently at the ring on her hand. It was a gift from Sia, and in the past, she always wore it on the ring finger of her left hand, never taking it off even when she slept.

But at that moment, the instant her fingertips touched the ring, Hilina's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She had already died once. When the divine punishment descended from the world's will pierced her chest, she thought she would never see Lynn again, and would never be able to say the words hidden in her heart again.

Now that she has been miraculously resurrected, she doesn't want to leave any regrets in her life.

Those unspoken feelings of longing, those warmths I wanted to share with him, should all be properly delivered while he is still alive.

"Just wake up."

Lynn didn't say much, just looked at her with a smile.

She looked up at him and noticed that Lynn was visibly haggard. He still looked like a young man, but at some point, he had grown a few strands of glaring white hair.

Hilina's fingertips trembled slightly as she touched his cheek, her eyes filled with heartache.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

As Lynn spoke, he was about to get up. His fingertips had just touched the edge of the bed when he turned to get the earthenware jar containing the sap of the sacred tree by the window.

Before he could even stand up straight, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force. Hilina's palm was burning hot, and she pulled him back onto the bed.

The next second, Hilina leaned in and pressed her warm lips against his.

Without the slightest hesitation, it was as if he wanted to melt all the longing, fear, and relief of the past ten days into this kiss.

Lynn was slightly taken aback. The faint fragrance of her hair lingered around her nose, and she felt the warmth of her approaching body. Even her breathing became rapid.

She stepped back slightly, her forehead touching his, her eyes filled with an almost stubborn determination: "For someone who has died once, living is indeed wonderful. But what's even more wonderful is... being able to see you again."

She gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips, her voice trembling slightly, yet each word was clear, "I don't want to wait anymore, and I don't want to hide anymore, Lynn, I want to give myself to you completely."

Lynn was stunned. The warmth of her palm reached his fingertips, making his heart race.

He looked at her reddened eyes and the undisguised affection in them, and instantly understood what she meant.

He didn't speak, but slowly bent down and gently pulled her into his arms. His palms pressed against the thin fabric of her back, and he could clearly feel her heartbeat, which gradually overlapped with his own.

Hilina closed her eyes, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and felt the faint masculine scent emanating from him.

She raised her hand and slowly unbuttoned her clothes, her movements gentle yet firm, every subtle action conveying a sense of "willingness".

Lynn noticed her actions but did not urge her. Instead, he gently stroked her back with his palm, responding to her honesty with silent tenderness.

Hilina nestled in Lynn's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

During this process, Lynn also discovered that Hilina's originally fair skin had once again turned into a deep, dark purple, like the night, with a faint glow like stars.

Moreover, he discovered that after fusing with Morgana's heart, Sylvanas's appearance and figure seemed to have changed, becoming even more perfect, breathtakingly perfect.

Lynn, standing above, could clearly see that the left side of Hilina's face was always shrouded in shadow.

In the dim light, Lynn seemed to see Morgana's figure, constantly overlapping with Hillina's.

Hilina's fingertips dug deep into Lynn's back, her breath on his ear becoming a passionate invitation: "Darling, possess me."

Lynn's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

He no longer pondered whether the person in his arms was an incarnation of Hillina or Morgana; at this moment, he only wanted to confirm each other's existence in the most primal way.

Amidst their intertwined figures, the ring that had witnessed Sia and Hillina's vows of love suddenly emitted a faint cracking sound, losing its luster at a visible speed, and finally turning completely into dust at Hillina's taut fingertip.

In the ecstasy of pleasure, Hilina closed her eyes and buried her face in Lynn's neck, finally finding her eternal home in the warmth of their skin touching.

She has given her most precious possessions to the person she most wanted to entrust her life to in the most sincere way.

This was destined to be a sleepless night. With the blessing of Morgana, the stunningly beautiful female demon, Lynn was almost completely burned out, and his attack speed was maxed out.

Looking at the sleeping Hilina beside him, having just returned from the brink of death and then experienced such intense lovemaking, he realized that she had indeed exhausted all her strength. At this moment, there was still a satisfied smile on her lips, as if she was savoring the tenderness of the moment in her dream.

Lynn gently brushed the hair from her forehead and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her smooth forehead.

He took one last deep look at the sleeping Hilina, etching her image into the depths of his soul, then quietly put on his clothes and turned to walk to the window.

The night wind whipped at the hem of his clothes, and in the instant he leaped out of the window, he transformed into a black shadow and disappeared into the night.

A moment later, Lynn came to the side of the sacred tree and said softly, "Now."

"Are you sure? According to previous calculations, the world barrier is still six months away from reaching a weakened state."

The divine tree asked.

"Don't worry about that, I'm sure I can break through it completely."

Lynn said, shaking his head.

"Ah."

The divine tree gave a brief response without asking why.

The next moment, the branches that blocked out the sky suddenly spread out, and the dark green shadows instantly enveloped the entire city of Moro.

Pale golden light rained down from the treetops, and the demon descendants in the city looked up in unison. A soft light membrane immediately enveloped them, and they slowly rose into the sky.

There was no panic on their faces; the Divine Tree had informed them of this matter several days ago.

A look of joy shone in their purple eyes. They knew that this meant that after being imprisoned here for ten thousand years, they were finally about to usher in an unknown but brand new future.

Previously, Lynn had discussed with the spirit of the divine tree that the sudden appearance of hundreds of beautiful alien women in the human world would surely cause trouble.

Ultimately, he decided that the divine tree would use its supreme power to create a space that could accommodate the descendants of the demon race, place them there first, and release them when the time was right.

At this moment, figures with purple skin in the city were enveloped in golden light and disappeared one after another among the leaves of the divine tree, entering that space.

When the last person disappeared, the divine tree suddenly trembled violently. Under Lynn's gaze, the towering ancient tree that had protected Moro City for thousands of years seemed to have completed its long mission and collapsed with a crash.

Lynn was not sad, for death is the prelude to new life.

A few minutes later, a soft rustling sound came from the depths of the ruins. He quickly walked towards the ruins and sure enough, he saw a small, green sapling.

That is the new form of the spirit of the divine tree.

Lynn crouched down and gently grasped the sapling. He could feel the sapling trembling slightly, carrying a hint of nervousness and awkwardness from the contact with a stranger.

Then a faint light flashed, and the sapling detached from the soil, shrinking back into a tender sprout, which wrapped around his wrist from his palm, forming an inconspicuous vine bracelet.

Who would have thought that this bracelet contains a mysterious space that can accommodate hundreds of people?

At this moment, Moro City was deserted. All the descendants of the demons had entered the mysterious space, waiting for Lynn to find a place for them to live in the human world before they came out.

Lynn looked back at the dilapidated city that should have been lost to time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There are still many people in the human world who care about him, and they don't know how Yves is doing now.

He raised his hand and touched the vine bracelet on his wrist, saying softly, "It's time to leave."

Lynn walked slowly toward the ancient prophecy stone in the center of the city, his fingertips tracing the words engraved on the stone—which precisely recorded the date he arrived in Moro City, and even, to some extent, foretold his choice at this moment.

The cold surface of the monument gleamed with a faint blue light under the moonlight, as if silently mocking the struggles of mortals.

"Who but fate itself could have orchestrated such a game?"

He muttered to himself as the sharp dagger sliced ​​a bloody gash in his palm.

Crimson drops of blood fell onto the surface of the stone tablet, only to be instantly swallowed up by the thirsty tablet.

Ancient runes on the monument lit up, their eerie blue light outlining a distorted spatial rift in the night.

"You finally came."

A familiar whisper echoed from the void, sending chills down one's spine. The voice of the Prisoner of Fate sounded like a thousand overlapping voices, stirring ripples in the darkness.

Lynn stared directly into the churning darkness deep within the rift, his voice calm to the point of being cold: "I want a deal."

"Trade everything you want for the power to shatter the world barrier—no, for the power to end everything."

The darkness in the rift suddenly froze, and after a moment of deathly silence, a chilling laugh erupted.

"Everything I want? Even your 'real name'?"

Real name?

Lynn seemed to realize something and froze.

“That’s right, your true name is an anchor in the river of fate. To sacrifice it means you never existed.” The voice suddenly softened. “When Hillina wakes up, the name ‘Lynn’ will be forever erased from her memory.”

"Of course, not only him, but also Yves and everyone you have ever cared about will no longer remember that there was ever a person named Lynn in this world."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then murmured, "I'm sure."

At this moment, he seemed to sense something and understood something about the origin of the great being before him.

Ten days ago, when Lynn defied the divine punishment brought down by the will of the world, he finally heard the whispers of the prisoner of fate again, and they echoed so clearly in the depths of his soul.

"To gain power, one must pay an equal price."

Indeed, every gift from fate comes with a hidden price tag.

That day, watching Hilina sacrifice herself to save his life, Lynn finally understood what a truly unbearable price to pay was.

Perhaps because Hilina had fallen completely in love with him, she was deemed a pawn by the world's will, so after Lynn took her virginity, the world's will did not punish her again.

At this moment, Lynn slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching his chest, feeling the pulse of his true name in his blood—the name that had been engraved on his soul since birth, the anchor that connected all his past and ties.

“If someone has to be forgotten,” his voice was as soft as a sigh, “then let me be the one who doesn’t exist.”

Each word carried immense weight, yet it conveyed an undeniable resolve.

He knew that when the sun rose over the human world tomorrow, no one would remember the name "Lynn"—like writing on the beach, completely erased by the tide.

The next moment, the threads of fate's prison pierced out of the darkness and wrapped around the glowing rune on Lynn's chest.

The moment his real name was taken away, Lynn felt an unprecedented emptiness—as if someone had ripped a piece of flesh from his soul.

But what followed was a surge of divine power.

Golden light burst forth from his body, and ancient divine patterns appeared on every inch of his skin.

Lynn raised his hand and felt a power powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth surging within him.

He gently cleaved the sky with his palm, and the power mixed with laws and divinity erupted like a torrent, shattering the originally invincible world barrier like fragile glass.

"Open it for me!"

Lynn plunged his hands into the spatial rift, tearing it apart into a stable passage.

The spatial turbulence slashed countless wounds on his arm, but they were instantly repaired by divine power.

Just as Lynn turned around to pick up Hilina, the entire sky suddenly twisted and deformed, and countless black lightning bolts writhed like giant pythons in the churning clouds.

"boom!"

The next moment, the thunderclouds in the sky suddenly condensed into a gigantic eye that blotted out the sun, looking down down at Lynn from above. The instant the giant eye contracted, seven bolts of lightning wrapped in black flames struck down simultaneously. Even more terrifying, Lynn discovered that his divine power was being eroded by some kind of rule, and the shimmering divine runes on his skin were dimming at a visible speed.

Clearly, the world's will has not just unleashed a simple divine punishment this time, but a true annihilation; it intends to completely eradicate Lynn's existence from the fundamental rules of this world.

"Damn it!"

The spatial passage that had been painstakingly torn open was about to collapse and shatter. Lynn clenched his fists. Time was of the essence, and he had no time to hesitate.

The next moment, he sent Hillina into the spatial passage and quickly took off the vine bracelet from his wrist and stuffed it into her palm.

"You must survive."

He gently kissed Hillina's forehead, protecting her with his remaining divine power, and pushed her towards the human world at the other end of the passage.

Just as the passage closed, he saw a pair of jet-black bone wings suddenly unfurl behind Hilina, trying to break free.

But Lynn resolutely shut down the spatial passage.

This time, it is the will of the world that wants to completely annihilate him, and even the true form of a high-dimensional demon like Morgana cannot contend with it.

The destructive lightning had already descended, and Lynn opened his arms to meet the world-ending divine punishment.

Fuck your world will!

Just as Lynn was preparing to fight to the death with the will of the world, a cold hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Better to be a broken jade than a whole tile? That's quite unexpected." For some reason, the voice of the prisoner of fate rang in my ears again, "But your story is not over yet."

The space suddenly distorted, and Lynn felt dizzy.

When he regained his footing, he found himself standing on a land woven from threads of fate. The sky here was the purest white, and countless translucent chains of fate hung from the heavens, each chain adorned with a shimmering orb of light—a tangible projection of countless lives.

"Welcome to my kingdom." His voice echoed like a thousand points in time. "Here, every choice is a fork in the road, and every moment is eternity. Now, let us speak of your unwritten destiny."

Lynn looked around but did not see the Prisoner of Fate's true form. Instead, a huge sky appeared before him.

In the sky, he saw the scene from 100,000 years later once again.

Inside the magnificent Pantheon, dozens of gods gathered.

That's right, in addition to their idols, their true forms have also appeared.

As before, a crystal-clear and flawless chain of order extended from the palm of each statue, shimmering with a faint light, and descended from the sky like a silk thread.

They extended from all directions, but eventually converged at a certain place, where countless chains of order trapped the Witch of the End in this place.

From afar, Lynn saw the Lord of Billions of Stars as a humanoid phantom reflecting the endless starry sky, hidden beneath his wide robes, appearing mysterious and profound.

Of course, the one who occupies the highest position is still the ancestor of gods, Sia.

He is discussing with the gods how to completely kill the Witch of the End.

"Everyone, for tens of thousands of years, we have tried countless methods, but none of them could completely eliminate the Witch of the End. Thirty thousand years ago, I finally came up with a solution."

"God Ancestor Sia spoke."

The next moment, he waved his hand, and the vast and boundless starry sky slowly unfolded before his eyes like a scroll, with a colossal object hanging high in the sky.

It was a magical weapon that blotted out the sky like a fortress, shaped like a giant sword, with a rough surface covered with all sorts of magical matrices.

Even the gods felt their hearts tremble at the sight of such a thing.

They clearly sensed that in the face of such world-destroying power, their proud divine status was like child's play and would be blasted into nothingness.

"I spent tens of thousands of years refining a super-large planet and creating this ultimate weapon of mass destruction. The collision between planets is already world-destroying, but with the addition of the magic matrix, its boundless power will probably increase by several orders of magnitude."

"And I will name this weapon the Sword of Damocles!"

"Now, this weapon is just one last step away from being completely finished."

"At that time, the Witch of the End will meet her end in the Pantheon, and this world will no longer have an end!"

As can be seen from the image, the ancestor of the gods, Sia, holds an absolutely transcendent position among the gods. Even the lords of billions of stars are extremely respectful in his presence.

Lynn's face turned very ugly after he saw what the gods were discussing at the meeting.

The thing he least wanted to see has finally happened.

Or perhaps, this was simply an inevitable tribulation in the witch's destiny.

The tragic ending seems imminent.

He didn't have much time left.

The council of gods quickly came to an end. The images in the sky shifted, and as the last god turned into a stream of light and disappeared, only the god-ancestor Sia and Hillina remained in the pantheon.

The God Ancestor Sia looked at Hillina with a complicated expression, because just now, during the trial of the Witch of the End, Hillina had not uttered a word and had not participated in the trial at all, which made him somewhat angry.

"You wouldn't feel pity for her just because she's your sister, would you?"

"God Ancestor Sia spoke."

"You think too much."

Hilina raised her head, her tone cold and calm.

The god Shia finally straightened up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knew that Hillina had betrayed him as early as 100,000 years ago, but he has endured it until now.

Finally, after leaving behind a cold snort, his figure transformed into a streak of light and disappeared.

In the empty Pantheon, only Hilina remained.

She lowered her head, her long platinum blonde hair falling down again, obscuring her expression.

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen, her fingertips gently caressing it, as if soothing something.

That's an action only a mother would make.

When Lynn saw this scene from the sky, his expression froze for a moment.

The Prisoner of Fate's low laughter reverberated in the void: "The God Ancestor Sia has long known about Hillina's betrayal of him. For a full 100,000 years, he has endured it without saying a word, because he is waiting. As long as he kills the Witch of the End, Hillina will completely lose her value. At that time, he will kill Hillina, the traitor, without any mercy."

"At that time, everything you cherish will die."

Upon hearing this, Lynn instinctively clenched his fists.

"So, what should I do to stop all of this from happening?"

"You only have one choice?"

"What choice?"

"The only way out is right in front of you." The figure of the Prisoner of Fate coalesced in the void, and He slowly raised His arm, which was made of countless threads of fate. "Inherit my authority and become the new master of fate."

"What's the price?"

"The price is that you will be forever trapped outside the river of fate."

"Make your choice, Lynn."

"Is it a matter of merely clinging to life, or...?"

"Reverse the future?"

The voice was seductive, as if something alluring was surrounding Lynn, constantly urging him to make a decision.

Ever since he and Hillina arrived in this world of stone tablets—or rather, ever since the day he transmigrated here—an invisible hand of destiny seemed to be secretly driving everything.

From beginning to end, he seemed to have no right to make his own choices.

Ironically, at this very moment, the mysterious prisoner of fate before him actually granted him this right.

"I think I know who you are."

Unexpectedly, Lynn did not answer the question immediately. Instead, she loosened her clenched fists and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

(End of this chapter)