Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"Strange... I followed the same method as before, why are there no fish..." Syndra looked puzzled; her past experience wasn't working. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text: "Mei, Mei, I'm busy, Lin, are you there...")

"Evil will be punished by Heaven. Your atrocities have enraged the Soul of Ionia, who will not even give you a fish."

"You won't give it to me? Then I'll catch it myself! I refuse to believe I'll starve to death!"

Syndra, in a fit of temper, waved her hand lightly, and the sea was neatly split in two, creating a deep trench large enough for a ship to navigate.

Many fish swam to the deep ditch, lost their buoyancy, and plunged headfirst into the man-made beach, frolicking and jumping around.

After catching a fish, Syndra released control of the sea surface, and the two walls of water merged together with a roar, creating a high splash.

With the ingredients in hand, the next step is to figure out how to cook them.

However, Syndra seemed to have already made up her mind. With a flick of her finger, the live fish was sliced ​​into translucent pieces of fish meat as if it had been cut into a thousand pieces by invisible blades, while the fish head and internal organs were separated and thrown aside.

Since there were no seasonings, she decided to eat it plain and unseasoned.

"Aren't you afraid of getting parasites from eating raw fish?"

“I’ve always eaten like this, and I’ve never had any problems.”

Syndra frowned, then stopped eating the sashimi she was about to put in her mouth. Considering that the Soul of Ionia might target her, it might be safer to grill it before eating.

In Ionia, offending nature is never a wise choice.

When Noxus invaded Ionia, they encountered many strange things, as if the whole world was against them.

Syndra has clearly fallen into this pattern as well, having to be extremely careful in everything she does and outwit nature.

Syndra reassembled the fish; having some survival experience, grilling fish wasn't difficult for her.

She found a stick and some hay. Under her magical control, the stick spun rapidly and produced sparks, easily igniting the hay. Then she simply put the fish on it to grill, and that was it.

"Just watch, I can live perfectly well on my own without your help!"

Starving, Syndra devoured the grilled fish, not minding its blandness at all, eating with great relish. It was as if every bite was aimed at the Wild Hunt, as if she wanted to tear him apart alive.

The Wild Hunt grew hungry, so it devoured Syndra completely. White steamed buns, large peaches, and even sweet and delicious clams were served – a truly sumptuous meal, complete with carbohydrates, fruits, vegetables, and meats, a well-balanced diet indeed…

"Hmm..." Syndra frowned, enduring the groping hands as she continued eating. She wasn't new to the Wild Hunt's lewdness.

She saw this as revenge for her failed plan; the Wild Hunt couldn't control her, so this was the only way he could. The harder he rubbed her, the more secretly pleased she felt.

Having satisfied her hunger, Syndra felt no longer sleepy and continued to propel the floating island eastward. She had been asleep for over a century and didn't want to sleep any longer anytime soon.

But not long after, she felt a sharp, intense pain in her abdomen, as if her intestines were about to get knotted.

At first, she didn't dare to speak up, thinking that if she endured it, it might pass. She thought that if she spoke up, Wild Hunt would definitely take the opportunity to bully her. But the feeling grew stronger and more urgent, and could not be ignored.

"Could you... get off me..." Syndra, who was usually so tough, suddenly pleaded in a soft voice.

"Oh, is this an upset stomach due to the change in environment?"

Wild Hunt, seeing Syndra's constipated expression, knew she was in great discomfort. He even deliberately reached out and rubbed her daisy, which indeed curled up tightly into a ball.

"You filthy thing! Get your dirty hands off me! You know I need to use the restroom and you don't even look away, aren't you afraid of me..." Syndra screamed, her urgent need for sanitation driving the Wild Hunt to the brink of collapse.

"Zili" is Ionian slang, meaning even worse than scum. As for the rest, Syndra simply couldn't bring herself to say it; those words were too vulgar and too vivid, even uttering them felt like an insult.

"I don't care, you're the one who's getting dirty anyway." Wild Hunt spoke with the shameless tone of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. "I tried to persuade you nicely from the beginning, but you didn't listen to me. Now you're suffering the consequences of eating random things."

"I didn't eat anything random!" Syndra retorted stubbornly. It was just a fish; how could that be considered eating anything random?

"With your stomach from a century ago, I can guarantee that no matter what you eat, you'll get diarrhea to the point of questioning your existence."

The inability to adapt to the new environment can be seen as the gut microbiota being unable to fully digest food. Having not eaten for hundreds of years, Sindra's gut microbiota had weakened to the point that she could only eat thin soups and water. Since she was immediately given a large amount of meat and fish, she naturally suffered for a while.

"What's the point of saying all this now! Get off me!"

"Yes, as long as you beg me for mercy, I can calm your stomach down immediately. It's not too late to beg me now."

"You opportunistic bastard, I will never let you succeed!"

"Then you'd better prepare to poop in your pants." Wild Hunt kneaded Syndra's tightly clenched buttocks, then spread them apart. The budding, tingling sensation caused the witch, who was resisting it, to curl up her legs in spasms and roll around in mid-air.

"No!" Syndra cried out, the feeling growing increasingly urgent, no longer allowing her to pull away. "Please, let me go to the toilet!"

"Just need to use the restroom? Instead of asking me to heal your stomach, it seems you're not entirely convinced yet." Wild Hunt was somewhat displeased, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "But since you've begged for mercy, I'll make some concessions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Syndra's armor gradually peeled off, but only a portion of it. Her bare, white buttocks and delicate body were exposed, and her overall appearance resembled a reverse bunny girl. Her limbs and neck were still covered with armor.

"Now that there are no obstacles, you can go wherever you want."

"You—" Syndra was so angry she couldn't speak. All she wanted was to be free from these constraints? What she really wanted was her privacy! If the Wild Hunt followed her to the toilet like this, where would her dignity go?!

And what kind of weird outfit is this? Why is it even more erotic than being completely naked? Is this what he wants to see me dressed like this? It's so perverted.

Syndra used her magic to create a short skirt to cover herself. She rubbed her stomach, cursing the Wild Hunt three thousand times in her mind, and imagining ten thousand ways to die.

However, in reality, she was forced to go to a corner, sticking out her big buttocks to water and fertilize the flowers, making embarrassing "plop plop" sounds.

If he weren't afraid of being crushed to death by her, Wild Hunt would definitely have shown up and personally held her knees, like holding a baby to urinate, letting her empty her personality without any dignity.

Under such intrusive and torturous invasion that leaves her with no privacy or freedom, she will soon succumb.

Chapter 463 Phantom Harbor, Blooming Spirit Flowers.

Wild Hunt's actions have completely offended Syndra, squandering all the goodwill she had painstakingly built up. But it doesn't matter; dealing with extraordinary people requires extraordinary methods.

After emptying her stomach, a dazed and exhausted Syndra didn't want to move, so she used the ruins of the temple to make herself a stone bed and lay down.

"You're just going to sleep like that? What if someone attacks you while you're asleep?" Wild Hunt deliberately provoked her; he would definitely protect his host.

"Do whatever you want, I'm tired." Syndra draped her arm over her stomach and closed her eyes; nothing else mattered to her anymore.

"What a pity. If Kalan had waited until now to make his move, he probably would have succeeded. Oh well, you get some sleep. I'll take pity on you and keep watch for you."

"At least you still have some conscience..." Syndra thought to herself as she listened to Wild Hunt's voice.

The stone bed was cold and hard, but my skin felt warm as if I were lying in the arms of a real person. Even my head felt supported, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Wild Hunt didn't want Syndra to catch a cold and fall ill, which would delay him, since he still needed her to take him to the Garden of Forgetfulness.

Syndra slept until midday. Upon waking, the first thing she did was check herself and, finding that the Wild Hunt hadn't taken advantage of her, breathed a sigh of relief. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the synopsis.)

"No one came while I was sleeping, right?"

“Several villagers were wandering around nearby, but they did not go ashore.”

Syndra nodded. Now that she felt completely recovered, she piloted the floating island eastward along the coastline.

Having crossed the bay and mountains, Syndra felt hungry again. Everyone has to eat, and the thought of the familiar scenario potentially requiring her eyes to close again filled her with melancholy.

She definitely needed to eat, but this time she didn't plan to cook herself; instead, she wanted to find a restaurant to eat something.

Yes, she didn't believe in superstition and thought that the diarrhea was caused by something wrong with the fish she grilled. She was sure that eating clean food at a restaurant this time would prevent her from getting an upset stomach.

It's absolutely impossible for her to abandon her freedom and compromise with the Wild Hunt over something like this!

As evening fell, Syndra found a place called Wairi, a phantom harbor, a secluded coastal town protected by a mysterious force unique to Ionia.

Unlike Philol, Vary doesn't welcome strangers, nor is she on any map. If Vary is to reveal her true form, it's up to her own will.

The coastline of Waili is surrounded by a cobalt blue mist, like a thick wall, from which arcane energy occasionally bursts and flashes.

If anyone tries to break in from the sea, the sea will rise and fall violently, creating huge, overwhelming waves.

As the survivors clung tightly to the wreckage, the thick fog dissipated for a moment, allowing them to see the flickering lanterns of Waili bidding them a cruel farewell before being dragged by the sea to the bottom of Extinction Bay.

This is why Waili wasn't conquered by Noxus; its east and west sides had already been occupied by Noxus. It's worth mentioning that, to the east, across a bay, lies the former site of the Wuju Blade School, nestled in the high mountains.

Syndra is not welcome in the village either, but any illusions are useless against Syndra's powerful magic.

She sensed the abnormality of the earth's veins from afar, and after a little exploration, she discovered that the mist actually concealed a sizable village, which piqued her interest.

However, this interest was a disaster for the residents of Waili.

People were immersed in the long-awaited festive atmosphere when they looked up and suddenly saw a floating island descending from the sky, blotting out the sun and hovering above the village. Their first thought was that the sky had collapsed.

Occasionally, falling stones would smash through houses, and people would shout in panic, turning the once bustling market into chaos, with an atmosphere of panic spreading rapidly.

However, Syndra was not cruel enough to deliberately crush people on the ground with her floating islands, provided that these people did not provoke her.

Syndra surveyed the town from the air, noticing festive lanterns hanging everywhere. The blossoming spirit trees covering the hillsides glowed luminously under the moonlight, their flowers blooming profusely. The warm, joyous lanterns illuminated the soft, silvery light emanating from the blossoms.

The Spirit Blossom Festival is a major traditional festival in Ionia. During this festival, the souls of the dead reside in the Spirit Blossom flowers, and when they bloom, they call out to the living, bidding them a final farewell and blessing them to live on strongly.

The living will also make many preparations to bid farewell to the dead, including but not limited to decorating houses with bells and lanterns, wearing masks of gods to drive away evil spirits, and burying sharp objects to pray for peace during the festival, so that people can let go of past disputes during the festival.

After entering the temple to practice asceticism, Syndra lost contact with her family. Although she did not have to bid farewell to the dead, she still participated in several Spirit Blossom Festivals from the perspective of an observer.

But she had never seen so many Spirit Blossoms in full bloom during any festival. The flowers covered the branches, forming a lush canopy, as if they had been blooming for several years at once.

"Aren't these Spirit Blossoms blooming too crowdedly?" Syndra murmured to herself, not expecting an explanation, but Wild Hunt still answered her.

"In the past few years, too many people died in the war, and the spiritual and material realms were out of balance, which prevented the Spirit Blossom Flower from blooming. It wasn't until this year that the Spirit Blossom Flower bloomed again, and all the souls of those who died in the war returned at once, so this year's Spirit Blossom Flower is blooming exceptionally profusely."

For first-time visitors to the Spirit Blossom Festival, the news that the flowers are actually the manifestations of the dead is often enough to frighten them into staying indoors. The general public views death as a somber and solemn event, and the idea of ​​directly interacting with the deceased is simply too impactful for them.

"War..." Syndra pondered this unfamiliar word. Ionia had never had such a concept before, nor had it ever experienced a large-scale death toll. A paradise on earth—that was the best description of Ionia.

"Oh, you're starting to look like one of those legendary... murderers who appear when people die. Maybe you could buy a mask and play the part... no, just grab one from a roadside stall. Even if you don't have one, I doubt anyone would dare take your money," Wild Hunt joked.

"Hmph, I don't need to play anyone, I am their fear."

Syndra floated down from the floating island, her Void Armor replacing her Dark Robe. Her original outfit of a short skirt and open-toed stockings would have risked revealing too much while floating in mid-air, so Wild Hunt changed the stockings to pantyhose to prevent any exposure and make it easier for him to enjoy her.

In the shadow of the floating island, she landed directly in the noisy open-air courtyard of an inn. The guests inside huddled in a corner in fear upon seeing her, and some even escaped through the window, making the atmosphere extremely tense.

Chapter 464 A young man drinks alone, a girl has a tattoo.

Syndra glanced around; the inn was tidy, but the air was thick with sin.

The inn is home to all sorts of thieves, wanderers, and desperate outlaws.

“This doesn’t look like a proper inn.” Wherever Syndra’s gaze fell, the people all looked away.

After someone successfully slipped out of the inn behind her, the rest of the people followed suit and scattered, except for a young man sitting in a corner drinking alone.

“Because not just anyone can enter Waili, making it a convenient place for them to escape their enemies and the chaos of war. At the same time, Waili is also one of the few ports from which they can escape Ionia,” Wild Hunt replied.

"So I can find a ship to leave Ionia here?"

Syndra pondered. The Soul of Ionia was targeting her, and she didn't want to stay and cause herself further trouble. Leaving the Land of the Beginning was only a matter of time.

However, she doesn't necessarily need to take a boat to leave; as long as she has enough food and water, she can cross the sea by herself.

Syndra turned her gaze to the young man in the corner who was still drinking alone. The man was shirtless, and half of his body had been transformed into dark armor by some kind of curse. A huge scythe was leaning against the wall to his right, completely wrapped in cloth.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Syndra asked, crossing her arms.

"Who are you? Why should I be afraid of you?" The young man raised his head, his movements somewhat dazed, as if he had drunk too much.

“This kid grew up in Noxus and was sent to the battlefields of Ionia as a child soldier. He only joined the Shadow Stream a few years ago. The weapon next to him is a legendary Darkin weapon. You may not know what it is, but just remember not to get grazed by it even once,” Wild Hunt reminded Syndra.

The young man in front of me is Kayn, but for some reason, his originally fair face is covered with stubble, making him look somewhat haggard and worn out.

"Shadow Stream, what is that?" Syndra suddenly felt that sometimes it was quite nice to have someone secretly giving her hints. She had been detached from the mundane world for too long, and there were simply too many things she didn't understand.

"An assassin organization whose leader came from the Order of the Balance, but later massacred and replaced the former Order of the Balance."

Upon hearing the word "assassin" and hearing about the mysterious weapon, Syndra became more wary of the young man in front of her.

"It's actually your good fortune that you don't know my name; it'll spread in a few days anyway. Since everyone else has left, you should go too. Remember to take your wine with you."

"So you mean you want to kick me out?" Kayn put down the bottle, his fingers bulging with muscle from the force he exerted, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Syndra replied, squinting.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kayn slammed his hand on the table, shaking the wine bottle, and then threw it at Syndra.

Syndra ignored it. Such tricks could only scare ordinary people. She merely twitched her eyebrows slightly, and the magic she released caught the speeding bottle in mid-air.

Kayn grabbed his weapon and charged relentlessly. Although he had drunk quite a bit, his speed was still unparalleled. He nimbly vaulted over the seats blocking his way, wielding his giant scythe wrapped in cloth, aiming straight for Syndra's throat.

Syndra simply raised her hand and slapped him from a distance, sending him flying back and crashing solidly into the wall, where he landed and crushed a table and chair.

He was still quite strong and immediately got up again, but at this moment, dark orbs began to appear around Syndra, each containing powerful energy that distorted the surrounding light.

"Get lost, don't make me say it again!" Syndra slammed the bottle down on his head again, the sound of it shattering echoing as the liquor poured over him. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

Kayn was much more sober now. Faced with a powerful enemy whose strength was so vastly different from his own, he did not continue to act recklessly and wisely chose to retreat.

"Forget it, I won't stoop to a woman's level. If it weren't for saving a few dollars on drinks, I would definitely show you what I'm capable of."

Kayn, cursing and swearing, gripped his giant scythe and transformed into a shadow, disappearing into the wall. Compared to the madman who had previously stormed into the Wuji Sword Sect and wreaked havoc, he seemed like a completely different person.

"Innkeeper, is he still here? Come out here!" Syndra paid little attention to Kayn, who had escaped, and immediately used her magic to create a deep, gloomy echo, shouting loudly in the empty inn.