An infinite journey starting from paradise

Irene was startled, and then she felt something slippery wrapped around her slender waist, like a flexible long snake trying to get into her pants.

"hateful."

"do not move."

"Ouch... My wrist is being grabbed. What a force! What kind of monster is this guy?!"

Chapter 213 Solution

"Did this guy just want to humiliate me?"

Cheeks, shoulders, breasts, lower abdomen, buttocks, legs... Irene's body was played with by Lin Shangren's invisible big hands, and her legs were licked into a mess by Senlak's wet tongue.

Unable to resist, unable to resist, Irene loosened her grip, threw away the katana, and gave up resistance.

"I surrender. Let me go."

"I'm sorry, I don't accept ordinary prisoners. I only accept."

Along with Lin Shangren's voice, Senlak's moans and gasps also sounded in Irene's ears. Then she felt two soft things pressing tightly against her back, and her buttocks were pressed tightly against Senlak's lower abdomen.

Through Senlak's belly, Irene could clearly feel the huge thing thrusting inside Senlak's body.

"This guy is right behind me, having sex with Senlak without restraint... Hate it! Don't lick there!"

Feeling the long tongue that had been licking her lips suddenly extend into the hole, Irene instinctively struggled. Lin Shangren then ripped open the front of Irene's clothes and grabbed her breasts with both hands: "Stop struggling, you can't escape."

"Does it have to be like this? I can do other things... I don't want to be a breeding machine and a flesh pot for sexual gratification..."

"Oh?"

Hearing Irene's words, Lin Shangren paused.

Yes, why should I do this now?

After learning that the witches were actually transformed from the innocent women who were kidnapped seven years ago, shouldn't he find out the mastermind behind it and beat him to death, then devour the special psychic power that affects the witches' souls, turn them back into humans, and help them return to their original lives?

"Rescue them like a hero, save this city... Hee, compared to the sense of accomplishment of saving others, it's still more satisfying to deal with witches, right?

Anyway, their memories are gone, and they've returned to their original lives... Hahaha, there's no need to find any high-sounding excuses. I just want to violate them, I just want to turn them into my personal slaves!"

The hands grabbing Irene's breasts suddenly tightened, and Irene screamed in pain, but her voice was quickly drowned out by Senlak's screams behind her.

“It’s too deep… ah… it hurts, it’s pushing into… pushing into the baby’s room… no… slower, slower, ah ah ah! I’m going to be flipped out! Ugh!!!”

With the last moan, Senlak straightened his body, and Lin Shangren's last impact was transmitted to Irene's buttocks through Senlak's belly, and she trembled violently under the stimulation.

"Haa ...

Senlak's expression was broken and he was gasping for breath. At this time, Lin Shangren pulled himself out of Senlak's body and also released his hands that were holding Irene.

“This city has a growing influence on me…”

Lin Shangren, who was in sage time, finally returned to normal. Looking at the Chameleon Witch who was broken by him, he was about to say something. Unexpectedly, Senlak, who was still in the afterglow of the climax, once again used his tongue to roll up Lin Shangren's still hard thing, stood on tiptoe, raised his buttocks, and sat on Lin Shangren's thing again.

She shook her waist and said in an unclear voice: "Do it again... do it again... this time... you can spank my butt, spank me... pinch my neck hard..."

"Good guy, you're the chosen one, right?"

Senlak's once cold, corpse-like cavity had already turned fiery, just like her long-suppressed desire had been ignited. Now she just wanted to have a few more crazy rounds. The one that had just filled her had been completely absorbed by her body, and she wanted more, more.

Lin Shangren hugged her body and covered her forehead with his hand. Then, Senlak closed her eyes tiredly and lost consciousness.

"Boom~"

The connection between the two was broken again. Lin Shangren supported Senlak's body as she fell forward and temporarily put her in his shadow.

"What did you do to her?!"

Seeing the horrific scene of Lin Shangren "swallowing" Senlak alive with his body, Irene took several steps back in shock and even forgot to cover her exposed breasts.

"I just let her fall asleep. You don't want me to have sex with her while talking to you, right?"

In order to prove that Senlak was fine, Lin Shangren pulled her out of the shadows again, and showed Irene Kara and Isabel who were also unconscious, as well as two translucent balls containing Sandy and Sita.

"I actually don't have any ill will towards you. It's just that some strange power in this city has been influencing my thoughts. It makes me prone to doing some extreme things... You may not believe it, but I came here to redeem you witches."

"Redemption? You must be joking!"

Seeing Lin Shangren like a different person, Irene cautiously kept a distance from him and once again condensed a samurai sword with her blood.

"Don't be so nervous. If I really had bad intentions towards you, you wouldn't be able to stand and talk to me right now."

As soon as Lin Shangren finished speaking, Irene felt a pain in her heart, as if her heart was gently pinched in the air.

If they could crush a heart, they could crush a brain, and of course, they could also stuff the deadly maggot fluids and flesh of a witch into her body. Furthermore, the other party also displayed strange abilities like invisibility, teleportation, and shadow control. After a moment's deliberation, Irene wisely put down the knife.

"Very good, now we can have a frank conversation."

Then, Lin Shangren told Irene about the possible origins of the witches, the strange psychic powers that affected them, and his personal goals.

After listening to Lin Shangren's story, Irene didn't raise doubts like, "Why should I believe you?" Instead, she asked, "Can you turn me back into a human? Then please do so. I'd rather live a purposeful and meaningful life than live in this state of uncertainty and anxiety."

"I've said before, even if I completely absorb the energy that envelops your souls and make you lose your power as a witch, I can't restore your memories as a human being." Lin Shangren explained.

He carried the still sleeping Isabel out from the shadows and woke her up with his eagle finger.

"Daddy, hug..."

Huanxiao, who had just woken up, stretched out her arms towards Lin Shangren. Seeing that Lin Shangren did not respond, she took the initiative to hug Lin Shangren's neck.

"Isabelle..."

"As you can see, her mind has completely transformed into that of a baby. Kara, whose energy was only partially absorbed, retained her memories, but she couldn't recover her memories as a human." Lin Shangren said, "So, even if I turn you back into humans, the best outcome would be to send you back to your original families and start your lives anew. As for whether the government of your country will capture you after you've been transformed back into humans for research, that's unknown.

Of course, this is all in the future. I haven't yet tested whether I can bring the witch who transformed back into a human to market. If not, then all this is just empty talk."

Lin Shangren rubbed his neck and continued, "There's one more thing. According to Jiaolu Zhanghu, people outside, especially the families of you kidnapping victims, seem to have memory problems. Many of the victims' families have even completely lost their memories of the kidnapping. I suspect this is also the work of the mastermind behind this, and I don't know if it can be reversed..."

In short, the most urgent task is to find the mastermind behind this.”

As he spoke, Lin Shangren once again launched the shadow touch. This time, he expanded the range of his perception to the maximum radius of five kilometers. After absorbing the power of the spider witch Kara, his perception was further enhanced. Within a radius of five kilometers, all things with shadows could not escape his perception.

"Gone?!"

What disappeared wasn't a person, nor a group of people, but floors of the building. Floors 48 through 50 had vanished at some point.

"Did Zhimen disappear with the core members of the organization? Or did he take the three floors with him? Was it a witch's ability, or was it 'magic'?"

Lin Shangren recalled the strange magic circle that had rescued the black bishop. Although the so-called witches he had met possessed only the abilities of the animals they represented and immense physical strength, displaying no abilities that could be called "magic," traditional magic, and even prayer, clearly existed in this world.

"Not many people on the remaining floors have escaped, including the witch imprisoned on the 30th floor. What's the plan of that guy behind the scenes?"

Thinking about it, Lin Shangren put away his perception and said to Irene, "Put on your clothes. I'll take you to pick someone up. And... it's itchy... stop licking my ears."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Shangren stopped being licked by Isabel.

"Let her sleep a little longer. The scene on the 27th floor can't be shown to children. It's quite gory."

Hiding Isabel back into the shadows, Lin Shangren snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go."

Chapter 214: A brief period of peace, let’s get started

A dead and dark world.

The girl regained consciousness.

"Where is this place?"

A dry sound left his lips.

However, the girl who had just woken up did not know what color the lips that made this sound were, what color the short hair that was blown by the whistling wind was, and what color the pupils that looked at this world were.

Who am I… No, I can't even tell what I am. As far as the eye can see, there's a huge "cave" piercing through the dark clouds, and behind it is a filthy roadblock with the words "Platform, No Entry Ahead" written on it.

The girl raised her hand, and she saw her white palm again.

She didn't know what she was, but she vaguely understood that she couldn't go to the other side of the roadblock behind her. Before she touched the roadblock, she felt a slight pain in her neck, which came from an instinctive sense of crisis.

But even so, she had already rushed towards the roadblock because she was afraid of the city behind her. She had to escape, otherwise she would be doomed.

One step, two steps, three steps...his heels touched something, and his back, palms, legs, his entire body were pushed back by a resistance like a flood. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break through.

"I don't want to go back!"

why?

“Escape…escape?”

Where to escape?

“I don’t want…no!”

I have no memory of ever existing, I don't know what I look like, and I can't even find the right words to describe what I am.

At this moment, there was only one feeling in the girl's empty heart - panic.

"escape…"

Where to escape to? Unable to break through the barrier at the edge of the city, the dazed girl turned and ran towards the city that exuded an ominous aura.

A loud noise rang out, and the thick-soled shoes under my feet gave me the disgusting feeling of stepping on rotten flesh. I couldn't tell whether it was dead rats or the rotten flesh of humans flying around in the street battle.

The nature of the festering, rotting flesh beneath the soles of the girl's boots was of no importance to her or to the humans around her.

The young woman ran relentlessly, past the gunfight raging in the ruined streets, listening to the cries of women being assaulted by men in abandoned buildings, passing by the dying drug addicts in the alleys. Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of a bustling street shimmering with colorful neon lights.

A shrill whine was heard from the alley about ten meters away. Under the glaring neon lights, one could see figures that seemed to have been attacked by a group.

The blood flowing on the asphalt road soaked the soles of her shoes, but the girl didn't even frown. No matter how much tragedy and cruelty she witnessed, her heart remained calm. It was only her female instinct that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She looked around with her crimson eyes. Fierce and greedy glances kept coming towards her from the shadows and dark alleys. She could feel their distinct desire and at the same time their fear that was hard to hide.

"why?"

The girl's doubts were quickly resolved by an elderly man who discreetly kept a safe distance from her. He was a scavenger dressed in tattered clothes, carrying several large bags on his back. A fawning smile played across his grease-stained face.

When the old man asked her name, the girl realized for the first time that she didn't have a name.

"I... don't know... I don't know what my name is."

After replying this, she was met with an expression of surprise, as if incredulous. Following the old man's explanation, she realized that she was one of the beings known as the Witch of Disaster.

Each Witch of Disaster was given a name based on the hurricane disasters of the past years, but the girl didn't seem to be one of them. She seemed to be the new Witch of Disaster. The old man showed excitement when he realized this.

"If you don't have a name, I'll pick one. Carol, how about Carol? I was born in 1954, the year a super hurricane hit the United States. There were a lot of hurricane disasters that year, but Edna and Hazel are both taken. They are rare good people..."

Even though she told him she didn't need it, the old man kept pestering her. It didn't matter what the name was, but wouldn't it be very troublesome without one?

Just as the girl was absentmindedly pondering this question, a terrifyingly powerful shockwave suddenly struck. The shockwave's speed far exceeded the speed of sound, shattering buildings, vehicles, and pedestrians into the air.

The girl was the only one who dodged the attack at the critical moment.

The old man died instantly, and an area dozens of meters in radius was littered with human remains and internal organs. Vehicles were overturned, signs were blown away, and sparks and gasoline caused fires and explosions. Amidst this hellish scene filled with wailing and groaning, a burly woman with a sinister smile and black tattoos all over her body calmly walked out.

"I'm Sandy, the woman I'm called and the woman I call myself."

The sturdy woman said this.

"A white cat you've never seen before?"

"White cat?" Carol moved the white cat ears on her head in confusion.

"Let me tell you the fate of a so-called witch."

The moment Sandy growled, she turned into amber phosphorescence and disappeared from Carol's sight. Then, a powerful shock pierced her flesh, and she felt a lightening sensation below her knees before the pain reached Carol's brain.

By the time he came to his senses, Carol's severed legs had already flown in different directions, covered in blood. The impact tumbled to the side of the road, blood gushing out, and the word "why" popped into his mind.

"why?"

Carol asked the obvious question. She didn't understand. Without any memory, she couldn't possibly have any clue. The question just slipped out of her mouth carelessly.

Faced with this emotionless, bland question, Sandy revealed a ferocious smile. Unbeknownst to her, she had already grasped a pair of serrated swords, gleaming with a cold, eerie light. The sharp blades were stained with Carol's blood.

"Yeah, why?"

As if toying with Carol, Sandy kicked Carol in the side.

"Goooo!?"

The powerful impact penetrated his internal organs, causing his spine to creak. Carol vomited blood and fell to the ground on the dirty road.

"So do you know why you were born? Do you think there's an answer to this kind of question?"

Another kick.

"whispering sound."