Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

In this world, those who can truly understand you aren't just your friends, family, and comrades. If you had to say, those who can best fathom human nature are actually... your subjects! Your servants! Your slaves! It's not only through admiration and agreement that you can walk a path together; simple conquest can do it too! And it's even simpler!

"No! No! My divination foretold no such moment! No such moment! I don't want to... I will not become your slave!" Barbie Ross was a genius; she could fully sense what Shen Liang's power surging into her body intended to do!

Similar to the torment Rhinedoth suffered, Shen Liang was forcibly seizing control of her body's functions! This was a power that altered the degree of her genes. Barbie Ross didn't know what genes were, but she knew very well that Shen Liang was modifying her body, making her unable to muster even the slightest thought of refusing or resisting him in the end!

He was the most vicious god that Barbiros had ever seen. He could indeed refrain from killing, but what he wanted to do was something far more terrifying than killing!

Witches dare to challenge even the gods and defy the laws of nature. To some extent, they are not so afraid of death. Death is just the inability to fulfill their dreams. However, there are also witches who die young. Even if they cannot resist death, they can face it with equanimity.

But... slavery is different!

How could this little demon god, with a heart as cold as a wolf, enslave witches? Of course, Barbiros didn't understand what physiological modification acting on the underlying genes meant, and Teyvat didn't even have the concept of genes! They were proud that even the World Tree couldn't completely conceal or distort their personalities, and even fate couldn't deceive them... So they couldn't possibly imagine that Shen Liang could enslave them using such brutal physical means!

Shen Liang impatiently tightened his grip on her slender neck. She was too weak to struggle anymore; her hands hung limply at her sides, and a slight cracking sound came from her neck bones. She felt like she was going to die. The suffocating pain made her lose all semblance of her aloof and unfathomable great magician image. Her eyes rolled back, drool dripped from her mouth, and even the blood from biting her tongue splattered onto Shen Liang's arm, causing the boy to show a look of disgust.

But she could not die. While Shen Liang modified her brain and engraved the humiliating marks of enslavement on her forehead, he casually infused her with healing power to prolong her life, which was already broken all over her body.

"You think you're so good at divination? What's the use of divination? You didn't foresee that things would turn out like this, did you?" Shen Liang turned back to look at the other witches who were about to join forces to kill him, but said coldly, word by word, "Today I will destroy Kanria and make the sea red with blood. I won't be happy unless I do this. Go ahead and attack. Anyway, you can't escape."

He tightened his wrist, and Barbie Rossi let out a heart-wrenching wail! Shen Liang casually tossed her onto the ice, and the once elegant and beautiful witch curled up and rolled on the ice, clutching her head, as if she had endured immense torment!

Shen Liang broke her vocal cords!

In that instant, almost all the witches dared not move forward—such a cruel and extraordinary nature! Barbie Ross was one of the most powerful witches in the witch council, and black magic and astrology were the foundation of her existence, as well as the necessities for her to pursue the hidden truth of the natural order!

But all magic relies on incantations, and astrology is no exception! There is no precedent for a mute person to become a magician. Shen Liang destroyed her vocal cords, and given his cruelty, he is certainly not the type that can be repaired!

This little wolf's wickedness will only ruin her magical career!

This is his sense of fairness and justice; he can indeed refrain from killing and is indeed not so "beastly"!

But that doesn't mean he'll stop; he still acts lawlessly for his own selfish desires!

Ivanovna wanted to unleash a torrent of curses, but Shen Liang's terrifying expression froze her words on the tip of her tongue. She had to admit she was too cowardly; even a witch would fear such a ferocious demon. Death was not the punishment Shen Liang considered; his punishment far surpassed death!

--run.

Ivanovna, Nico, Andersdott, and Skork exchanged glances. Skork gripped Rhinedott's wrist tightly, and each of them saw immense fear in each other's eyes.

—I have to run away. I can't fight him, absolutely not... This kind of being, this insane demon god, has no dignity in battle... not even in death.

But then the white lightning flashed again!

Before the witches could react, the ferocious boy suddenly closed in and punched Ivanovna in the stomach! This punch shattered her body, and Shen Liang, whose speed was accelerated many times by the power of the power of the moment, had his arm pass right through her body!

Blood, chunks of flesh, and even fragments of bone splattered everywhere!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The most terrifying scream that humans can unleash.

"I thought you witches were all so high-class, a bunch of geniuses who had taken life and death lightly. Turns out you're just pretentious old witches hiding behind cloaks and witch hats." Shen Liang floated up lightly, to the same height as the tall, married Ivanovna, and looked directly into her eyes, which were almost bulging out of their sockets from pain. "Think about it carefully, a person's talent and character have nothing to do with each other. Witches are just arrogant because you think too highly of yourselves, and the gods you've met have all been too easy to talk to."

Shen Liang's fingers gripped her spine, and Ivanovna's beautiful face showed an expression of collapse and despair. Even in such a painful situation, she still pleaded, "No...please..."

"Whatever I lose is mine. What I do with my things is none of your business." Shen Liang admired her tall, perfect figure, focusing his gaze on the witch's long, fair legs. "You're a dancer, and your husband must adore your beauty, right?"

"Please... I'm willing to be your follower... No! Your slave! I'm willing!" Ivanovna endured the excruciating pain, forcing a smile onto her still somewhat pretty face to please him. She trembled. "Don't do this to me... I'm your property, I'm yours now! All my knowledge, all my memories, are yours. Don't punish me... I belong to you now, punishing me is like punishing yourself..."

"It's alright, I examine myself three times a day." Shen Liang smiled, saying things that she couldn't understand at all.

But Ivanovna sensed the heart-wrenching madness in his smile. Shen Liang snapped her spine with a "crack" and then repaired her body!

"I can't feel anything! Ah! I can't feel anything!" Ivanovna collapsed to the ground, clutching Shen Liang's trouser leg, her eyes wide with terror as she frantically searched the floor! She found her leg and pinched it hard, pinching it so hard that a deep purple bruise appeared, but she couldn't feel anything! She kept opening and closing her mouth, pinching desperately, pinching desperately!

But I can't feel anything! I can't feel anything below my waist!

It wasn't just about crushing her spine; it was about rewriting her genes, making her body unaware that she even had legs. Shen Liang couldn't help but laugh as he watched the frenzied Ivanovna. This was the price of survival.

It's even harder to die; how could someone who inherited his holy mark die so easily?

Jackal, jackal, you're right. Do you know how jackals hunt? They eat the internal organs first, then the limbs, trying their best not to kill you, but to make you suffer the agony before you die! Yes, to slowly savor this torment in the long future!

“You’re next! Miss Nicole!” Shen Liang turned her head and roared.

Under Istar's silent gaze, Shen Liang tortured each of the women who had stood by and watched Lei Dian die.

Misterlin turned away, unable to accept such behavior from the bottom of her heart, but she knew she couldn't persuade Shen Liang. In Shen Liang's heart, lightning truly weighed more than her, perhaps even far more. He might be just as crazy, obsessive, and even ruthless for Misterlin, but he wouldn't lose control to this extent.

She knew very well that Shen Liang had lacked maternal love throughout his life; he had no mother in the true sense of the word. Lei Dian was truly an extremely important woman in his millennia-long life, because she could feel a maternal love that was more precious to him than gold. It was never Mistelin who could advise him... Perhaps only the reappearance of that gentle back, that truly pure and flawless saintess, could awaken him from this collapse.

But Cecilia is also asleep.

Mistelin could only remain silent.

The young wolves' brutality continued for an unknown period of time. No matter how they tried to escape, Shen Liang captured them one by one. In his eyes, these women were accomplices of Rhinedot. Shen Liang's twisted mind led him to subject the witches to relentless and psychological torture.

Those who are obsessed with studying creation can only think for three minutes at a time.

Those skilled in spells and magic can render them unable to speak.

She was proud of her dance, which was said to be the most beautiful in the seven kingdoms, but she was rendered unable to walk due to the loss of her legs.

Those who can see into history and never blindly follow fate will have all their past memories erased and will serve their enemies.

The fairy tale depicts a family that yearns for an ordinary, loving one, yet forces the child to conceive the offspring of their enemy in a humiliating way.

The legend that never ends: A girl named Anders Dort, codenamed "The Writer," let out a nearly exhausted cry, trembling softly as she leaned against the boy's shoulder, sobbing softly.

Shen Liang, without batting an eye, grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, looking into her eyes at the grief and fear, then sneered and casually tossed her aside, discarding her like trash.

The girl quickly grabbed the black witch's cloak and wrapped it around herself. She glared at Shen Liang with hatred, but was also afraid that this might anger the boy. She could only lower her head and bite her teeth to avoid shedding tears.

But feeling her body was no longer pure, Anderstot, the youngest witch with a human body, couldn't help but sob softly.

"You are a witch who records true history through fairy tales. Your story cannot be erased even by the changes in the World Tree." Shen Liang looked at her timid appearance and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. He thought that this girl didn't seem to be an immortal being who had lived for hundreds of years. She was probably only in her early twenties, had just gotten married, and even planned to leave the Witch Association after having a child...

She, a witch like her, probably couldn't participate in the war conspiracies of Rhinedoth, but perhaps out of curiosity or simply to help in the war, she was implicated by him without any mercy.

Her family was undoubtedly broken. For this witch who only wanted a peaceful and happy family life and pursued a normal life, Shen Liang's humiliation deprived her of the life she should have spent with her husband in love.

He felt a little guilty.

But the guilt vanished the next second. Peace and joy? Why should you be able to be peaceful and joyful? He also wanted peace and joy; he also wanted to spend his life peacefully and lovingly with his mother. Our fates were ruined, so why can't yours?!

He couldn't help but sneer, "How do you intend to record today's events? If the sun shines brightly on the gods and acts wickedly, may the whole world condemn him?"

"There's no need to write a story about such a trivial matter and pass it down..." Anders Dort said weakly.

Chapter Twenty-Six: How come every random NPC is more powerful than the female protagonist?

The World Tree records the pheromones of the entire Teyvat, and information and matter are two sides of the same coin; modifying information is equivalent to modifying the world.

Theoretically, only beings like Shen Liang, who do not belong to Teyvat, can transcend the World Tree's corrections, while witches possess perspectives that transcend the World Tree in their own unique ways. For example, Andersdort, the writer, has the ability to record the history she witnesses as fairy tales.

True history, once altered by the World Tree, cannot be preserved, and even if it is, its authenticity is questionable. Fairy tales, however, are different; their reality, distorted by metaphors, allusions, rhetorical questions, and exaggerations, is beyond the World Tree's scope of correction.

Although Anderstos was just an ordinary human, witches possessed the eerie power to glimpse or preserve the truth of the world. It was precisely because of this perspective that witches had an extraordinary obsession with uncovering secrets. They were not actually believers in the First or Second Throne; they simply wanted to break through this world where even the starry sky was an illusion.

Not all witches are so obsessive; everyone has their own life and their own joys and sorrows. It's just a pity that they offended Shen Liang, the most unreasonable god among all the gods.

Shen Liang had no interest in whether the witches had suffered an undeserved calamity. To him, anyone who dared to stand in his way, regardless of who they were or what they did, was an enemy. He didn't hesitate to torture them with the cruelest methods, because even so, his killing intent remained undiminished.

Andersdott looked at the boy with fear. She was the least injured, or rather, she was the only witch whose body was unharmed. After hesitating for a long time, she silently began to write.

"What are you writing down?" Shen Liang squinted.

“A diary,” Anders Dort whispered, “a diary about fairy tales… can’t I write one?”

"what ever."

Andersdot meticulously recorded the tragic events of the Witch's Guild, biting her lip with each entry, her heart filled with sorrow. Although she had the best outcome compared to everyone else... being so humiliated and having her purity stolen shattered her hopes for a harmonious marriage and a happy family. From now on, she could only be a true witch.

She didn't even have a chance to turn back; the mark of injustice was etched upon her. She knew she had become this boy's woman, inside and out, completely at his mercy, his will absolute. The witch who never imagined her freedom would be restricted—in the end, she was nothing more than a laughingstock, someone who had never seen the world.

As a "writer," she was also required to record everything that happened, including the unspeakable humiliation... This was the Little Emperor's way of punishing witches, making them lose what was most important to them.

Shen Liang ignored what the young woman was writing and drawing while sobbing. He turned to Ishtar, who had remained silent from the beginning, and asked, "And you?"

"Your mother's death has nothing to do with me," Ishtar said calmly.

"That's not what I'm asking." Shen Liang knew, of course, that as a regent under the First Throne, Istaru's combat strength was no weaker than that of the Seven Regents of the Mortal World, but she had no reason to make a move.

Raiden is shrouded in mystery, but only her death is certain… She is too composed. Her ability to go to the battlefield of Kanria is clearly the easiest point of attack. It should be noted that the alchemical creations of Rhinedot are no weaker than those of the Demon Gods; even the Seven Rulers of the Mortal Realm would find them extremely difficult to deal with. Raiden, let alone the Seven Rulers of the Mortal Realm, is weak even among the Demon Gods.

She was never a god known for her fighting prowess. The vast territory of Inazuma was conquered by a Kage. Her forte was always strategic planning and foresight. Just like how she painstakingly nurtured him into a capable person, then painstakingly gained the recognition of the entire Inazuma, made the entire shogunate his domain, and gradually made the seven Teyvat kingdoms accept him, making him a restorer of the dynasty who could go down in history without much effort.

It's not just Inazuma.

Shen Liang didn't even need to think to know that Lei Dian's true scheme wasn't limited to Inazuma over the past few decades; her focus was even on the entire ruling system of the Seven Kingdoms. As a minor demon god who had rendered meritorious service to the Seven Kingdoms, Shen Liang had a group of close acquaintances in each of them, something unprecedented in history. As the ruler of one country, yet interfering in and influencing the high-ranking officials of other nations, and even openly having his own cronies in other countries!

Of course, this statement can be taken a step further. Even the rulers of various countries have become so close to him that they trust him enough to willingly leave his holy marks on their hands.

If Shen Liang were willing, there were countless things he could do. Even without defying the laws of nature, as a god who could simultaneously unite seven kingdoms, what Thunder truly wanted him to do was merely a matter of a step away.

A glimpse into a thousand years, a scheme meticulously planned.

Raiden Shin, with his cunning schemes, even though he couldn't defy fate, chose a way to die that maximized his own interests.

"My question is, why didn't you make a move?" Shen Liang said casually. "Then why did you show yourself? Aren't you afraid I'll kill these witches without thinking?"

"Are you satisfied?" Istaru asked again.

No answer.

But Shen Liang remained silent for a while before letting out a cold laugh, "What does it matter if I'm satisfied or not? Nothing can make up for it."