Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Those who tormented her are no longer laughing...

Chapter 457 Awakening from the Dream

Wild Hunt first went through Syndra's dream in its entirety. The Dream Pool couldn't create a complete dream world, so it could only let Syndra endlessly cycle through the same memory.

What he witnessed was Syndra's awakening of her magical talent. Each time she reincarnates, Syndra's memories are reset. And waking her up is simple: just make her aware that she is in a dream.

Therefore, during the second round of memory replay, the Wild Hunt began to actively intervene, attempting to change key moments so that the union could be completed directly while Syndra was in a semi-conscious state.

The forest, gradually darkening, was breathtakingly beautiful, but the girl had no interest in admiring it, stamping her feet as she walked along the winding path.

The glowing fireflies danced in the twilight, leaving luminous shadows in their wake, but the girl swatted them away, unconcerned by their fleeting elegance. Her eyes were fixed on the ground as she kicked aside a stone, letting it leap among the tangled roots, oblivious to the setting sun filtering through the dense canopy. The petals of the purple sable slowly unfurled, releasing a shimmering pollen into the warm twilight, but she, passing by hastily, snapped the stem in two.

Her cheeks burned red with shame and anger. Her mother's rebuke still echoed in her ears, and the mockery of her brother and other children lingered.

She stopped, turned back to look at the broken petals on the path, and frowned. Something was off... as if she had already experienced all of this. She shook her head and continued walking, deeper into the dense forest.

She finally arrived before the sacred willow. Its languid branches seemed to float on water, rubbing and colliding as they whispered like wind chimes.

Although the anger within her was still burning fiercely, she closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and slowly took a breath, trying to suppress her rage, just as the elder had taught her.

"Who is the elder?"

The sudden sound interrupted the girl's meditation. She paused for a moment and began to think about the question.

Who is the elder? Why is he teaching her to control her anger? Does a girl need meditation?

The girl sensed something was off, but she didn't know what the problem was.

“Konegan,” the voice said again.

For some reason, upon hearing this name, the girl felt an unprecedented surge of anger welling up inside her, as if... she had been betrayed.

It seemed some memory was about to surge from the depths of her mind, something crucial, and then something struck her, interrupting her thoughts. Mei, Mei, Yongyong, Kongni, Lin, Zaizai, Mei, what…

The hard, dry mud struck her squarely on the back of the head, sending her sprawling to her knees. She touched the spot with one hand; her fingers were covered in blood. Then she heard laughter.

Does this scene look familiar?

The girl's surging rage was halted by those words. She frowned, the voice reminding her that she seemed to have experienced this scene countless times, hundreds or thousands of times.

Why is this happening?

"Syndra, you are trapped in some kind of terrifying lucid dream. Once your magical talents awaken due to anger, the dream will repeat itself."

Syndra? That name sounds familiar... Who is she? A dream... repeating itself? And what does that mean?

Laughter erupted again as her brother followed with a group of children. She had only whispered something to Ling Liu, yet she was subjected to bullying and humiliation.

The girl could no longer contain her emotions. All her anger erupted from within her, transforming into shimmering dark orbs, each carrying her heavy pain.

The dormant power awakened once more. The girl floated in the air as orbs of negative energy, resembling pearls, drew spiritual magic from her, draining the life essence of the spirit willow.

Those who mocked her retreated in terror, and the branches of the ancient tree twisted and deformed, its bark withered and charred black.

In the blink of an eye, she was back in the forest. She had just run there, her cheeks flushed with shame and anger. She needed to go to Ling Liu to calm the raging fire within her.

No, she'd already experienced it once. Not just once, but hundreds, thousands of times—the voice was right, the dream was repeating itself!

"Want to break free from this endless cycle of misfortune? Seek my power." Wild Hunt opened Syndra's eyes.

At the same time, in her dream, the silver ferns and tree roots beneath her feet began to distort, and the last rays of the setting sun above the canopy became inexplicably blurry... as if separated by a layer of water.

The instant she realized this, she felt her throat fill with liquid, and a wave of panic washed over her. She was drowning!

But she was in the forest next to the village, where there was clearly no water, so why did she still feel like she couldn't breathe?

"I seek your strength!" the girl cried out, as if grasping at a straw when all else failed.

The dream was instantly ripped apart, and a tidal wave surged from the horizon, reaching her in the blink of an eye and engulfing the girl. In that critical moment, a diving suit suddenly appeared on her body.

Syndra suddenly surfaced, gasping for breath. Looking around, she realized she had finally left the twilight forest beside the village, escaping the cycle of reincarnation.

Memories flooded back like a tide; she remembered being trapped here by the Soul of Ionia. The Dream Pool, a haunted place that endlessly immerses one in dreams.

Water trickled down her body as Syndra rose into the air, hovering a few feet above the surface. The falling water droplets sparkled in the pulsating light of the pool.

Once the water calmed down, Syndra saw in her reflection that the diving suit from her dream was actually on her body. No... it wasn't a diving suit at all, but a living leather suit, clinging tightly to her body.

The purple patterns on the leather jacket pulsated with the rhythm of his chest's rise and fall, the light ethereal and seemingly connected to the endless void.

"What is this?" Syndra asked in confusion, reaching out to tug at it. She found that the leather armor was exceptionally tough, and no matter how hard she tried, it could only deform slightly.

"Are you taking me for a hallucination?" Wild Hunt chuckled softly, and Syndra's pupils suddenly contracted upon hearing this voice from her dream.

In that instant, Syndra instinctively felt a strong sense of disgust; no woman would want to wear a suit of armor with consciousness.

"Get off me!" Syndra roared in a commanding tone. With a terrifying gust of air, three dark spheres materialized around Syndra and then slowly began to rotate around her.

The sphere swallowed the already faint light in the cave like a black hole. Even Elise, who was far away by the pond, felt her soul being pulled away. The gloomy energy entangled her, making her feel a sense of hatred and despair for no reason.

Chapter 458 Hagiss is breathing out air

Get off me!

Along with the memories, Syndra's power also returned.

She channeled the immense energy within her, and a dark crown sprouted from her head, forming a pair of tall, curved horns as if alive. A pure shadow orb appeared in the center of the crown, like a burning gem, radiating waves of energy with blood-red flames.

Her once wet long hair was now dried and tied into a high ponytail, then scattered and floated in the air under the influence of energy, making her figure appear even more ethereal. Her lips were stained a dark purple, and her gloomy abilities formed dark eyeshadow; her dark eyes glared with a powerful and authoritative expression.

But if she thinks that this will scare away the Wild Hunt, she is sorely mistaken.

"What if I refuse?"

Wild Hunt's answer was undoubtedly a defiance to Syndra, and a surge of anger at being deceived rose from the bottom of her heart—he had awakened her from the dream, but only to have designs on her; there was no good person in this world!

"Then die!"

Syndra's hatred burst forth like a blade, and she unleashed dark energy from one hand, attempting to forcibly tear off the Void Armor.

However, the Wild Hunt's fearlessness was not just empty boasting. As soon as Syndra tugged at her armor, she felt a sharp pain on her skin, as if countless tiny hooks were biting into her flesh.

Syndra winced in pain, the agony making her have no doubt that if she forcibly tore open her armor, her own flesh would be ripped off, revealing a large, bloody wound.

"Helpless? Your magic is indeed powerful, but your body is very fragile, even more fragile than an ordinary person." Wild Hunt sneered.

He could tell from Syndra's muscle strength that this woman's athletic ability was exceptionally poor because she had been asleep for so long.

If you were to disable her magical flight and force her to walk on solid ground, she might not even be able to walk steadily. Just climbing out of the pond would leave her breathless and exhausted. She's so frail.

This is also why Wild Hunt felt he had her cornered. A mage with a glass cannon is doomed the moment someone gets close, let alone someone as close as him.

Her abilities could lift an entire mountain, yet they were powerless against the armor covering her body.

Syndra tried from every angle—neck, chest, back, and groin—but couldn't find any openings, buttons, or zippers. There was simply no way to remove the Wild Hunt. (The last part, "梅呢梅梅咏梅空你林在在没呢," is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Then she immediately noticed Elise, who was watching from the pond. She was wearing armor similar to her own, so she must be a member of the Wild Hunt.

Without a word, she reached forward and thrust her hand forward, the radiating dark energy instantly grabbing Elise and suspending her in mid-air. No matter how much Elise twisted her body, she couldn't break free from the magic's restraints; her helplessness was like that of a kitten held in its mother cat's mouth.

"Get off me! Or I'll kill her!" Syndra threatened, her voice broken and ethereal from her long slumber.

"I'm not stupid. If I leave you, your next move will be to crush me to death."

Syndra's anger intensified when her scheme was exposed. She growled angrily and tossed Elise into a corner of the cave.

Elise crashed solidly into the rock wall twenty feet away, falling heavily to the ground in pain. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she launched all the dark orbs surrounding her, the impact so powerful that the orbs were distorted into oval shapes!

Seeing his companion in mortal danger, the Wild Hunt became serious. His demonic claws tore open a rift in the void, snatched Elise, and teleported her back to Ysser on the Shadow Isles. Her mission was complete; staying would only become a weakness for the Wild Hunt.

The dark orb slammed into the rock wall, causing the already partially collapsed cave to tremble violently, and rocks rained down from above. The falling rocks above Syndra were held in place by her magic and hovered around her, while the rest fell into the Dream Pool, creating a huge splash and breaking the tranquility of the place.

"Are you serious? Don't you realize your situation? Don't force me to torture you!" Wild Hunt was also enraged. This woman actually killed him without hesitation, without any psychological burden. The armor tightened unexpectedly, instantly cutting off Syndra's mana output.

The magic failed, and she fell from mid-air into the pool. She instinctively thrashed about, but Wild Hunt shoved her head into the water. Her upturned buttocks stung with pain, as if she had been slapped hard several times.

To prevent the pool water from entering her mouth and nose and causing her to fall back into the dream, Syndra could only try to hold her breath, but under the Wild Hunt's torment, a series of bubbles were stirred up, emptying the air from her lungs.

Just as she was about to lose control, her control over magic returned. She swiftly rose into the air, leaving the pond, and with a piercing tearing sound, she conjured another dark sphere. This sphere, imbued with all her hatred, disgust, and rage, hovered in Syndra's palm, slowly rotating.

"Just you wait, don't give me any leverage over you!"

Syndra roared and uttered harsh words, but she didn't launch the spell orb. There was no target in her vision, and she couldn't very well aim the orb at herself, could she? She was using the orb more as a weapon for self-defense, which meant that she was beginning to feel threatened by the Wild Hunt.

"You want leverage over me? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as she finished speaking, Syndra felt a hot, rod-like object between her legs, pressing against her vulnerable spot and beginning to rub.

A pair of large hands appeared on her chest, vigorously kneading her delicate breasts, showing no tenderness whatsoever. She could only watch as her breasts swayed and undulated with the grotesque movements of the skin.

Syndra had been diligently cultivating before falling into a deep sleep. Although she woke up from her slumber to become a mature woman, she was still confused about the situation. She could only vaguely sense that Wild Hunt was humiliating her, and her face turned red with shame and anger.

"Aaaaaah! You'll die a horrible death!" Syndra's lips curled in fury. She refused to be manipulated anymore, and she wouldn't let anyone control her life!

Then, in a fit of rage… she snapped. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't tear the damned armor off her body; the Wild Hunt had her firmly under control.

Syndra slumped to her knees in the pool, gradually accepting reality. Seeing that she no longer resisted, the Wild Hunt also stopped, except for keeping his hands and the handle pressed against her weak points, constantly reminding Syndra of her predicament.

He didn't want to completely break ties with Syndra. He wanted to reconcile if possible, otherwise this woman would never be allowed to appear with other family members and would have to be under constant surveillance. A slight mistake could lead to a tragedy.

“Let’s have a proper talk,” Wild Hunt said, taking the initiative.

Syndra frowned upon hearing this, and arrogantly raised her chin: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Then let's keep at it and see who can outlast whom."

Unsatisfied with the response, Wild Hunt continued to wriggle his armor, squeezing Syndra's breasts, and then aimed his penis at her weak spot, rubbing it incessantly, as if he might enter her at any moment.

Although Syndra was delicate and frail, she was incredibly tough. She stubbornly held on with her fists clenched and her anus clenched for a long time without uttering a sound, finally succumbing to the Wild Hunt's tyranny due to exhaustion.

"Ugh... what... what are you trying to do?!"

Chapter 459 High Attack, Low Defense

“Syndra, come with me, I won’t treat you badly.” Wild Hunt began to soothe the victim.

“Is there any credibility to such words coming from you?” Syndra sat in the dimly lit pool, her chest heaving and her breathing rapid, as if she had just survived a great battle.

Her resistance was strong, and since she wasn't so easily fooled, Wild Hunt decided to try a different approach to persuade her. However, he didn't dare reveal his true intentions to Syndra yet; if she destroyed the Dream Tree, his plan would fall apart.

“I need your power to accomplish something,” the Wild Hunt stated bluntly.

"Don't even think about it! I will no longer take orders from anyone." Syndra maintained her stance of refusing to communicate.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Do you even know what year and month it is now?"

Syndra narrowed her eyes. "When?"

"You have been asleep for a hundred years. Your family and your enemies have all turned into a handful of dust."

After speaking, Wild Hunt observed Syndra's reaction and found that she did not show any obvious emotional fluctuations, whether it was sadness or anger.

What appeared on her face was more of a sense of bewilderment about the present. No matter how powerful she was, she was still someone out of touch with the times.

So he continued to coax, "It seems you don't have anyone you particularly care about. Since those things that hold you back are gone, and you don't know what to do, why don't you travel around with me first? See for yourself what the world is like now. The little thing I want you to do is just a piece of cake for you, no trouble at all."

“Traveling…I have no interest in that. The thought of meeting all sorts of people makes me feel disgusted.” Syndra thought for a moment, but then seemed to recall some unpleasant memory and immediately changed her tune.

Her trust in others had been wiped out the moment she was deceived by her mentor, becoming a negative number, leaving only indiscriminate disgust.

"You can't stay here forever, can you? Why care about what other people think? Just do whatever makes you comfortable."

"Heh, you're making me quite uncomfortable." Syndra sneered. "Even after a hundred years, there will still be many who want to kill me. What I have done to this land will still be despised a thousand years from now."

“I will protect you,” the Wild Hunt said. “Your strength is great, but your body is very weak, and I can make up for this deficiency.”

Whether intentionally or not, Wild Hunt nudged her, as if trying to use a handle to compensate for her flaw, and then spoke as if nothing had happened.

She endured her discomfort and listened as Wild Hunt continued.

“Syndra, you possess the most powerful magical talent I have ever seen, but the Ionians regard this gift as a curse, a calamity, they are truly blind. However, at the same time, your physical body is also exceptionally fragile, far weaker than that of ordinary people. Once someone gets close or you are injured by a hidden weapon, you will easily die, and then you will not be able to unleash your true power.”

The last person in Wild Hunt who I thought had exceptional talent was Talia. She was practically the daughter of the earth, the child of the elements. Manipulating rocks was easier for her than weaving cloth.

Syndra is no weaker than her; her magic power increases even while she sleeps, and she can draw power from her surroundings. Without relying on elements or other magic, she can control everything directly with her magic power.

Those who don't know her might think she's a sentient world rune.

Syndra agrees with the first half of the description of the Wild Hunt, but is quite disdainful of the second half.

"Nonsense! My force field is not so easy to pass through! If I hadn't taken advantage of your vulnerability, you wouldn't have been able to touch a single hair on my head."

"However, the reality is that I know exactly how many hairs you have."

"Stop spewing such foul language!" Syndra was so angry she almost vomited blood.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything then. But believe it or not, with your useless energy and stamina, if the enemy maneuvers around or lies in the shadows, as long as they can't take you down in a short time, you'll expose your weaknesses and be killed because of your carelessness."