This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

A subordinate of the Abyss emerged from a spatial rift, holding a crystal ball the size of a goose egg in his hand. This was a mass-produced soul container in the City of Eternal Night, used by spirits and the dead to sleep inside, and naturally, it could also hold other spirits.

"Master Abyss! Director Rebecca! I'm back! I've found quite a few souls; please take a look and see if they're the ones you're looking for!"

His subordinates excitedly handed the crystal ball to Abyss.

When Bothers saw another person enter, he immediately let out a threatening scream, his face contorted with malice, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Give me your story!"

Ignoring the howling of Bothers, who was roaring like a beast, Abyss kept a distance to prevent the evil god's power from causing any trouble, and released all the spirits from the crystal ball.

call out--

A series of highly transparent spirits emerged from the crystal ball and floated upright in front of the Abyss.

These souls appeared dazed and confused; their eyes were dull, and they lacked even the ability to react to their surroundings, a consequence of the severe injuries they had suffered. This was despite the fact that they had already been imbued with a certain amount of spiritual energy by the Abyss's minions through magic.

Among this group of bewildered souls was an old woman who looked no different from the other souls around her, but appeared to be about the same age as Bothers, and her features still faintly retained the charm of her youth.

"It's you..." Abyss sighed softly and walked towards the old woman.

Bothers, who had been screaming and struggling in his cage, froze the moment he saw the old woman. Rebecca had never seen him behave this way in any of her previous experiments.

“The story…the story…” Bothers was still muttering to himself, the madness and confusion in his eyes had not subsided, but miraculously he stopped trying to break the railing.

Abyss glanced at the old woman who was still standing in front of him in a daze, thought for a moment, and then placed his hand directly on the old woman's forehead.

Before anyone could react to what he was about to do, a faint light flickered in Abyss's palm, and a strange energy spread from his hand to the old woman's forehead. This pale blue energy slowly spread along the old woman's body, and at the same time, her body was no longer as almost completely transparent as before, but became increasingly solid.

Rebecca quickly figured out what Abyss was doing, and a look of worry appeared in her eyes.

The Abyss was transferring its spiritual power to the old woman. This spiritual power was extremely pure, even capable of temporarily restoring a spirit to its complete state (of course, this spiritual power would be used up and could not be considered a complete rebirth). The price for this was that the Abyss would experience considerable pain and would be unable to use its full power for a long period afterward.

Abyss frowned slightly. When he transmitted his spiritual power to others, he felt a strong sense of drowsiness. This drowsiness was very uncomfortable, just like wanting to sleep at night but being unable to fall asleep because of a headache.

But he held back, watching the old woman's body become more and more solid, he knew he was getting closer and closer to the answer.

“Uh…” The old woman’s soul suddenly let out a long sigh. This sigh drew the attention of everyone present, including Bothers.

At this moment, even Bothers stopped his incessant chatter. His eyes, which were already somewhat broken from prolonged staring, were fixed on the figure that was currently facing away from him.

"Phew..." Abyss finally lowered his hand, resisting the wave of weakness that washed over him. "It worked... Rebecca, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll sit for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abyss sat down cross-legged, leaned his back against the wall of the room, closed his eyes to rest, and ignored everyone.

Flora rushed over to help Abyss alleviate his pain, while Rebecca looked at Abyss with heartache, walked to the old woman, and whispered to her, whose body had solidified into an ordinary spirit form.

"You must be Ms. Sia?"

The old woman had been somewhat dazed, but Rebecca's call brought clarity to her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at Rebecca standing opposite her, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "I... am, but who are you? Where am I now?"

“Ms. Sia, you are dead. Do you remember?” Rebecca said to the old woman.

This seemed somewhat unacceptable to the old woman. She looked at herself with a complicated expression for a long time before finally looking at her translucent hands, opening her mouth slightly, and realizing that Rebecca's words were true.

“Do you remember the pain you suffered before you died? That was because you were cursed by an evil god.” Rebecca then told Ms. Sia the truth. Always a straightforward person, she had no intention of hiding anything now. “Your husband, he was also cursed by the evil god. After losing you, he went mad. Did you notice the cage behind you?”

The old woman had just woken up, her soul severely damaged. She had been unconscious until her death, so it felt like she had only been dead for a short time. Hearing Rebecca's words, it took her a while to process what she was saying. At that moment, she noticed a cage behind her, inside which an old man was kneeling, gripping the bars, staring at her in astonishment.

“Bothers…” The old woman’s eyes widened. “Bothers… how… how could you be cursed by an evil god?”

"Your death was because your husband craved stories too much, and as a result, he fell into the trap of an evil god, made a wish to the evil god, and was used by the evil god to kill you and turn him, who had already gone mad, into a puppet," Rebecca said in the old woman's ear.

“The story…” Bothers could say nothing more, but his eyes were fixed on Sia’s face, refusing to look away.

“Bothers… oh… Bothers…” At this moment, the old woman finally connected the events of that year with Rebecca’s story, and she finally understood what was going on. She covered her face with her hands and cried sadly, her sobs echoing with the low, mournful sound of a ghost’s weeping.

“Story…story…” Bothers had lost his mind, but seeing his former lover crying, he still seemed a little anxious. He reached out to Sia and called out words that had nothing to do with the current situation.

“Two years have passed now, it’s time to put an end to this matter.” Rebecca then said to Sia, “Ms. Sia, please use your own methods and your own attitude to tell your husband what you want to say.”

Chapter 193 Time to Retire

Rebecca's idea wasn't complicated; she simply wanted Bothers' wife to personally bring this "storytelling" event to a conclusion, whether it was satisfactory or not. Only when this event was over could Bothers's wish be truly fulfilled.

When the Lord of Delusion "grants wishes," He actually exploits a very insidious loophole. He appears to faithfully fulfill the wisher's desire, but in reality, He doesn't complete it entirely. Victims like Bothers, whose wishes are granted, are not what He envisioned at all—while those like Sophia only experience the symptoms (Donna and Lillian being suppressed by the system's dagger) without addressing the root cause.

In short, no one's wish can be fulfilled. His seemingly generous but actually insidious and vicious wish-granting mechanism ensures that all those who make wishes to Him will be controlled by Him—because the contract is not over until the wish is fulfilled.

There is no such thing as a free thing in this world. Everything has a price. The only difference is that the price of some things is clearly marked, while that of others is marked in a place that people cannot see.

Sia stared blankly at her husband, who had been driven mad and was no longer human, for a long time before turning her head and looking at Rebecca with sad eyes: "You mean... I should end all of this?"

“Yes, I’ve read Mr. Bothers’s diary before.” Rebecca’s voice softened at this moment. “Although he can be impatient with you at times, making you feel like he only cares about your story and not you, I can tell from the lines of his diary that he actually loves you very much. It’s just that this love has been corrupted after being tainted by the evil god.”

Sia turned back to look at Bothers.

Bothers stared into Sia's eyes, his mouth agape as if he'd forgotten to close it, drool constantly dripping from it. Even though Bothers was now insane, he still gazed at his wife with a dazed look.

"Bothers...can you understand me?" Sia finally asked Bothers, her voice choked with emotion.

Bothers did not answer; he had gone completely mad.

Shea didn't receive a reply from Bothers, but a resolute glint still flashed in her eyes. This woman, who had shared joys and sorrows with Bothers her entire life, could still feel her love for her husband even after death: "Bothers, I've told you my whole story. I have no secrets from you now."

“The story…the story…” Bothers was still drooling, staring at Sia with a dazed look.

Sia could sense that her soul was incomplete; part of the reason for her death was that her soul had been torn apart by the Lord of Delusion with divine power. Now, the spiritual power that the Abyss had given her was gradually being depleted over time, and Sia could clearly feel this.

If you have anything to say, it's best to say it now.

"Bothers, I don't blame you. Ever since I met you, you've been someone who loves stories. In fact, it was your earnestness and curiosity that attracted me and made me fall deeply in love with you."

Despite the large crowd watching, Xia said sweet nothings that even these young people might be too embarrassed to say.

Bothers' appearance remained unchanged.

“Throughout these years with you, we haven’t had an easy life in Dragon Nest City, and we’ve had to tighten our belts from time to time, but I remember all the kindness you’ve shown me. Bothers, meeting you has been the greatest fortune of my life. I know that my death is related to you, but I don’t blame you; it wasn’t your fault.”

Sia continued. Her eyes met Bothers's dazed gaze.

"Now that my own story has told you, you can pause your journey of collecting stories for a while, Bothers. I have a better suggestion: let's accompany each other and live a good life from now on, what do you say? You should enjoy your retirement. You've collected enough stories already, shouldn't you also take a break and collect some of our own love stories?"

Sia's words sounded a bit cheesy, but her expression was very serious. She was a romantic person to begin with, and these words were her true feelings.

After Sia said those words, Bothers actually began to change.

He suddenly started looking at Sia's face, breathing heavily. His hands, which had been gripping the railing, dropped and braced themselves against the ground.

“Story…story…Sia…story…Sia…”

Bothers, who had only been able to utter the word "story" in his mouth, suddenly added a line. He knelt there dejectedly, rambling on and on, occasionally uttering his wife's name.

Sia looked at her husband with concern. Putting aside her identity as a ghost, she was just an ordinary woman. She was unaware of the changes happening to her husband.

Rebecca also stared intently at Bothers's changes, unsure whether they would lead to a positive or negative outcome.

"It's time...it's time to rest...we've had enough stories..."

As if his mind had been reopened, Bothers, who had been driven to a state of madness that sent chills down one's spine, suddenly began repeating Sia's words. His eyes also shifted from Sia's face to the ground, to his own two hands.

"I don't need any more stories... All I want now is my Sia..."

woohoo hoo...

As Bothers uttered those words, something unusual occurred: a black aura began to emanate from his ears. These substances, resembling black mud, defied gravity, floating upwards and then swirling together in the air.

"Everyone evacuate!" Rebecca suddenly said to the people behind her, her expression hardening.

Everyone reacted swiftly. All of them, including the undead Abyss had summoned from the crystal ball and Sia, were taken away. Only Bothers remained in the room. Rebecca stood in the doorway, nervously watching the black sludge emanating from Bothers's body.

"It's time to end this... Time to rest... Time to take a vacation..."

The black mud multiplied, slowly swirling around Bothers' head, drifting through the air in irregular trajectories. It seemed to be searching for a new host. A dangerous aura emanated from them, intensely stimulating Rebecca's intuition, almost sending chills down her spine.

This eerie black mud, imbued with powerful corrupting energy... must be the power of the Lord of Delusion...

Sizzle!

Suddenly, the black mud that was aimlessly drifting in the air burst forth with a dazzling flash of lightning!

Chapter 194 Rebecca's Victory

These lightning bolts suddenly shot out from the slowly floating black mud, as if the mud itself had exploded, or as if the mud had been impacted by some force with extremely high pressure, causing it to collapse.

An extremely domineering sense of power emanated from the flashing lightning, and in an instant, the entire Eternal Night City felt a pure fluctuation of power. This power was strong and aloof, giving everyone a familiar feeling.

Abyss, who was resting with his eyes closed, chuckled softly: "Hahaha... The power of the Lord of Delusion is not qualified to cause trouble in our homeland... Ah... So sleepy."

Lightning continued to explode upon the black sludge of the Lord of Delusions, blasting it away more and more. Everyone realized what this force, which had forcibly invaded the Lord of Delusions and attempted to corrupt Helheim, was evaporating—the divine power of the Lord of Deception.

The divine power of the Lord of Bullying has long been integrated with the space of Helheim, operating like the very origin of the world. While the Lord of Delusion's powers might cause much destruction and create more puppets of the Lord of Delusion elsewhere, here they are like fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

Helheim is a highly autonomous world, not subject to any rules. The power of the Lord of Bullying is the absolute rule here.

"That power has been eliminated..." Flora said with delight, looking at the mud inside the house that had been almost completely destroyed by lightning. "It was the power of the Lord of Bullying. It was automatically repelling any malicious forces coming from the outside!"

"Huff...huff..." After the black mud left his body, the crazed Bothers lay on the ground panting heavily, and he looked like he was in great pain.

“Bothers…” Xia looked anxiously at her husband from outside. She only knew that the power of the evil god had left his body, but she didn’t know if her husband would be in danger because of it.

Crackling sounds...

The final bolt of lightning completely eradicated the last vestiges of black sludge. These originally corrosive forces were utterly worthless in Helheim, protected by the Lord of Bullying.

Seeing that the power of the Lord of Delusion had been eliminated, Rebecca was the first to enter the room. Before going in, she gave Leona a wink, and Leona immediately understood and followed behind Rebecca.

Rebecca took a key from her pocket and opened Bothers's cell door, with Leona beside her, acting as her temporary bodyguard. With Leona there, Bothers couldn't harm Rebecca at all, and the special toxicity on Rebecca's skin provided double protection.

“Mr. Bothers?” Rebecca walked up to Bothers and said to him.

Bothers, who had been panting heavily on the ground, actually reacted upon hearing Rebecca's voice. He stopped breathing, looked up, and stared at Rebecca standing before him.

“You…you are…” His eyes were somewhat confused.

"You've regained your senses?" Rebecca tilted her head to look at Bothers, who was now able to converse, and asked, "What's one thousand minus seven?"

“Nine hundred and ninety-three…” Bothers answered instinctively.