Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Wild Hunt had heard Syndra's original voice; without the magic, it was actually quite soft. But she preferred to speak in that way to maintain her powerful and domineering persona.

"Yes, yes, but he's a bit busy right now. Could you please wait a moment?" A young woman's voice came from the second floor, but judging from her tone, it wasn't the shopkeeper himself.

Was that her daughter? Or a guest? Why couldn't she force the shopkeeper out despite causing such a big commotion? Impatient, Syndra decided to go and find out.

She floated straight to the second floor, and through the railing, she saw a young girl of about sixteen or seventeen lying on a woven rattan mat, with a Vastaya painting on her shoulder beside her.

The girl wore only a neat green tube top, revealing her slender, muscular back with obvious signs of exercise. This kind of back was something that Syndra, a weakling who had never exercised, could not possibly have. However, Wild Hunt did not mean to belittle her; both had their own charm, though it did remind him slightly of Sephiroth.

As for the Vastaya by the bed, he was holding a scabbard and a chisel, which were special tools for tattoo artists. They were somewhat like hammers and chisels, but made of snake bones. The hollow snake bones could be used to make precise cuts and inject plant dyes into the wounds to form tattoos.

Syndra glanced at her again and noticed that the girl had a full-back tattoo of a five-clawed dragon, its winding body wrapped around her arms, menacingly spewing clouds of mist.

"You're a young lady, how could you get an angry dragon tattooed on your body? Aren't you afraid you'll never get married?" Syndra asked, her gossipy nature prompting her to remark that one shouldn't get such a tattoo if their destiny isn't strong enough.

The girl chuckled and looked up, her sharp eyes meeting Syndra's: "I've never thought about that kind of thing. But you, would someone like you even consider getting married?"

Syndra shook her head without hesitation: "No, I only live for myself."

As she said this, Wild Hunt slapped her on the butt. Syndra frowned, about to retaliate, but then Wild Hunt warned her, "Be careful. This girl is called Akali. She's also skilled with hidden weapons. She was originally a member of the Order of the Balance, but she betrayed her sect due to ideological differences and became an assassin on her own. Logically speaking, she and that Shadow Assassin from earlier should be mortal enemies, but for some reason they didn't fight."

Chapter 465 First Encounter with Akali

So she's an assassin; no wonder she has a dragon tattoo on her back. Wild Hunt's warning made Syndra more wary of Akali; these assassins' sudden use of hidden weapons is indeed difficult to defend against.

She crossed her arms, put on airs, and asked Akali, "How long are you planning to make me wait?"

Akali remained unmoved, lying on the rattan mat: "You're really in a hurry. At least let Borei help me tattoo the last few dragon scales, right? Otherwise, it won't look good. Oh, I forgot to mention, Borei is the owner of this inn. The Noxian soldiers cut out his tongue, so he can't answer you. Now, are you going to kick me out as well, your only messenger?"

"Aren't there any other odd jobs in this shop?" Syndra frowned, but didn't say anything, which was tacitly allowing her to stay.

"You drove all of Borii's guests away and then forced him to do business with you. That's really domineering. But it's a pity that you didn't really get serious just now. I was really looking forward to seeing what happened."

Akali was eloquent and seemed to recognize Syndra, but she showed no fear in the face of this infamous witch and instead casually cracked jokes.

"Hey, Borii, aren't you being a little too rough?" she yelled, apparently Borii had hurt her. Of course, Akali's jokes were harmless, but if a real fight broke out, who would compensate the shopkeeper for his losses?

"Watch your words. If you upset me, I can raze the town to the ground in no time."

“It’s great to be able to do whatever you want. I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just envious,” Akali said. “The guy you just chased away was the top disciple of the Shadow Stream. He did something heinous not long ago, killing all of the Wuju Blademaster’s disciples. As a result, he was expelled from the sect and was hunted down by the Blademaster, which is why he fled to Waili. Now, you’ve come to Waili with such a big entourage. This Phantom Harbor is probably going to be exposed. All sorts of people will come to Waili, and the news that he’s hiding here will probably spread.”

Wild Hunt listened to Akali's words and realized that it was Kayn who released Zoran, which directly led to the Darkin war. He didn't know what happened afterward.

However, he was certain that if Kai'Sa had heard the truth here, there would have been one more person chasing Kayn.

But... can we really believe that Zed expelled Kayn from his sect? Perhaps he did it just to give someone an explanation?

In the fight against Noxus, Yi is Zed's predecessor. His experience of descending the mountain to fight the enemy inspired many people, making them realize that they could still take up arms to fight the invaders. The massacre of Yi's sect is even more heartbreaking.

Yi had already had a rough time; after retiring, he encountered that beast Kayn, who slaughtered all his disciples. If Jie didn't punish him, it would likely incite public outrage. Not immediately eliminating him was already showing mercy. Expelling him from the sect was clearly a way of protecting Kayn.

Syndra had no interest in such gossip. Whether it was the newly formed Shadow Stream, the established Order of the Balance, or the Wuju Blades, all of them combined wouldn't be enough for her to handle alone. The grudges and feuds between these sects weren't even worthy of being casual conversation with her, especially since she was currently hungry and had no interest in listening to such things.

"I've already shown great mercy by not draining the spiritual energy of this place. Go and prepare some hot food. I'll leave once I've eaten my fill."

"You dare to dine and dash and still act so self-righteous? Just wait a minute, this meal is on me."

Akali continued to soothe Syndra, who looked somewhat displeased, but patiently waited a little longer.

"Speaking of which, you've been asleep for over a hundred years, so why did you suddenly awaken? Did those Noxians do anything to you? Many people have thought that since Noxus has taken over the Dream Pool, something will happen sooner or later."

"You ask so many questions." Syndra was slightly annoyed. She didn't want to talk about the Wild Hunt. She knew that if she talked about her helplessness with her skin armor, it would only make people laugh.

"It won't hurt to say something."

“I destroyed the fortress they built. Are you satisfied now? This news will spread in a couple of days.”

"The Brotherhood of Navori should be very interested in you; they are a grassroots resistance organization dedicated to fighting against the Noxian army—"

"Don't take it for granted. The Ionians are my enemies. Would you intervene to prevent the division of an enemy? I'd rather they continue to suffer." Syndra interrupted Akali, speaking thoughtfully. If the First Lands continue to burn with war, the Soul of Ionia won't have the time to deal with her.

“That’s true.” Akali wisely avoided the topic, not wanting to embarrass herself further.

Ionia has never had a government, and therefore no army, which is why the Brotherhood, a militia organization, exists. However, due to mismanagement, the Brotherhood is actually quite chaotic internally. They forcibly conscript soldiers and seize grain, causing widespread suffering, and in some ways, they are no different from bandits and thugs.

Akali also looked down on them, so she didn't join them and instead went off to cause trouble for those traitors. She just thought the Brotherhood's self-destructive style suited Syndra well, but she hadn't realized Syndra wasn't actually released after serving her sentence through the Ionian Marriage, and she hadn't forgiven Ionia at all. Hey, hey, hey, are you free, Lin Zai Zai...?

After a while, Akali's tattoo was finally finished. The shopkeeper wiped away the blood with an old linen cloth, then went to the kitchen to prepare food for Syndra, doing everything himself so as not to upset her.

Then Akali left because of other matters, which Wild Hunt found somewhat regrettable. Syndra is currently not under his control, so getting her help is practically impossible.

He had considered injecting a part of himself into the pigment, and then using the tattoo artist's tools to naturally transfer it under Akali's skin.

However, if it doesn't directly form a symbiotic skin armor, that part of the tissue will eventually transform into something even more terrifying, something even the Wild Hunt can't predict, bursting out of her body and taking her life.

After thinking about it, he decided against it. He wouldn't stay in Ionia for too long this time, and he might run into them again when he came back in the future.

Before long, the steaming stir-fries and tea soup were served. The innkeeper also gave Syndra some pastries and wine, gesturing that Akali had paid for them so she could take them with her if she couldn't finish them.

"You dare to eat food given to you by others? Aren't you afraid it might be poisoned?" Syndra was already very hungry, but the Wild Hunt still had no intention of letting her have a proper meal.

"..." After hearing what he said, Syndra hesitated and didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks for a long time.

Oh right. What if it's poisonous? Then she'll have no choice but to beg the Wild Hunt to save her life?

"And they don't even know to eat some plain white rice porridge. They've really forgotten the pain once the wound has healed."

After casually criticizing her, Syndra's rebellious streak was ignited. She said fiercely, "I'm going to eat it anyway! I refuse to believe that someone can be so unlucky!"

Chapter 466 Initial Subjugation

Syndra enjoyed her meal, but her stomach suffered. Not long after returning to the floating island, she felt nauseous, and the situation was no less severe than before.

"So... people really can be this unlucky." Syndra squatted on the ground, a position that made her feel a little better, but the urge to urinate became even stronger.

“I already told you, you can only eat bland food until your stomach is healed. If you keep going like this, you'll make yourself sick even if you weren't,” Wild Hunt said.

"Get off me, you who only know how to make sarcastic remarks! I need to... go water the flowers!!"

"How many more times do you want to repeat this scene? You might as well just give in to me now, so you don't have to suffer any more pain." Wild Hunt pried open the two tender white peaches and kept picking at the taut daisy, provoking Syndra's extremely sensitive nerves.

Syndra, in a fit of impotent rage, yelled at the Wild Hunt, but this time he wouldn't even let her open a portal, seemingly determined to make her suffer, even at the cost of getting his hands dirty.

The humiliation of being spied on last time was still fresh in her mind. Just thinking about what was going to happen next made Syndra feel a sense of collapse. Why did the Wild Hunt have to be the one to awaken her?

In desperation, she finally stopped being stubborn and reluctantly surrendered to the Wild Hunt.

"Can you really cure my stomach problems?"

"Of course, not only that, I can also make you immune to all diseases, impervious to the cold, and completely free you from the cycle of life." Wild Hunt patted her shapely buttocks and coaxed her slowly and patiently in her ear: "As long as you come with me and do me a small favor, you can get an absolutely healthy body, an indestructible body that no matter how you do it."

"I'll listen to you, hurry up, I'm almost there—ah! I can't take it anymore!!"

Syndra's fragile physique was indeed a serious hindrance; her stomach churned, and she finally couldn't hold it in any longer. Just as she was about to transform into a jetpack warrior, the Wild Hunt saved the day at the critical moment, using an expansion bolt to block the exit and force her to hold it back.

This feeling was unpleasant; her intestines felt like they were about to burst. What made Syndra grit her teeth even more was that the Wild Hunt's fleshy tentacles had actually penetrated her, causing her to break out in a cold sweat amidst shame and pain.

Soon, as the skin armor began to function, helping her break down the residue in her body, the urge to defecate gradually disappeared.

"Really, I'm not making a fuss anymore..." Syndra wiped the sweat from her forehead, brushed away the strands of hair stuck to it, and lay on the stone bed, still shaken, as if she were completely exhausted.

She suddenly laughed with a sense of relief, as if mocking herself. What was she even fighting against? She surrendered so easily, holding out for less than two days, and even sacrificing her dignity in vain. Mei ne mei ne mei ne kong ni lin zai zai mei ne…

"I hate you!" As Syndra's anger rose, the entire floating island trembled violently, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

"Don't be angry, it's not as bad as you think. I'm someone who still values ​​my reputation." Wild Hunt asked, "Have you noticed that your mental strength has become stronger?"

His question made Syndra pause in her anger, and she closed her eyes, half-believing, half-doubting. Syndra could only concentrate when the Wild Hunt didn't make a move.

She felt that the skin armor seemed to amplify her sixth sense, allowing her to perceive the flow of earth veins hundreds of miles away. This enhancement was at least twice as much as her previous limit.

Moreover, she could even vaguely sense the existence of spirits and monsters in the spiritual realm. It was as if she could break through the barrier and drag them out from another dimension at will.

These spirits are corrupted and driven mad by her gloomy energy and negative emotions, unleashing riots in the real world and attacking the living. In short, it's a parade of a hundred demons.

Syndra felt she was going further and further down the path of becoming a witch, and if she really did that, the Order of the Balance would be in a frenzy.

Akali seemed to be from the Order of the Kinkou. If she still had reservations about her sect, Syndra wouldn't mind lending a hand. Syndra thought wickedly.

How are you feeling?

The Wild Hunt's voice pulled Syndra back to reality. She quickly straightened her face and gave an ambiguous reply: "It's alright."

The arrogant and smug hunter didn't bother to expose him, and said, "Your mental strength is very high, but the precision of your control is not very good."

"Why do you say that?" Syndra's rebellious personality meant she disliked being told what to do.

“I met a girl who was similar to you. She was blessed with incredible magical talent, but such powerful talent is often difficult to control and can lead to trouble.”

“But my magic is very stable.” Syndra didn’t think she had any flaws; she was so arrogant that she was completely unaware of her problem.

"Really?" Wild Hunt mocked. "If things were stable, would you drain the only person you could confide in, the spirit willow in the village, the moment you awakened? If things were stable, why would the entire Philo Island suffer the consequences of killing your master who deceived you?"

Syndra's eyes flashed with black light as she listened. She wanted to lash out but held back, stubbornly saying, "If I had to say what's unstable about me... it might be my temper."

"You know how irritable and easily angered you are, but I tolerate you. Your great power does give you the right to do whatever you want, allowing you to not tolerate all kinds of unpleasantness in interpersonal relationships. On the other hand, your magic is a collection of various negative energies, and in large quantities, so it is inevitable that you will be affected."

As she spoke, her armor began to wriggle, and the Wild Hunt began to physically envelop Syndra. The feeling of being wrapped around her chest made her face darken, but she was helpless.

How could this person speak so kindly to her? She had finally found a sense of redemption, feeling like someone understood her after being targeted by the whole world, yet he relentlessly took advantage of her body, showing no regard for her dignity whatsoever.

Such a discrepancy between her words and actions makes Syndra hate the Wild Hunt, yet she can't quite bring herself to hate it, and it has even become somewhat of a habit.

"Don't act like you're so great. You're the one who shamelessly clings to me."

Wild Hunt, unperturbed, continued, running his hand across her lower abdomen and down between her legs, saying, "In short, even now, that girl is still learning how to control her talent. As for you, aside from the time you spent sleeping, it hasn't been long since you awakened your talent and truly unleashed its power. Like her, you haven't fully mastered your abilities, nor have you deeply explored your limits."

"So what?" Syndra sneered. "Even now, I am invincible in the Land of the Newborn, unless the Soul of Ionia itself intervenes. Moreover, my magic power will grow infinitely until one day even it will be unable to do anything to me."

"I just want you to become stronger. What if it attacks you again before that happens?"

Syndra remained silent for a while, then sighed in frustration, thinking that Wild Hunt's words made sense: "Then I'll reluctantly listen and see what kind of nonsense you can spew from your dog mouth."

"It's very simple, you just need to put this on."

Wild Hunt ignored her and tossed a light piece of fabric from the hive. Syndra unfolded it and found it was actually a lace eye mask with cutouts; otherwise, it was nothing special.

She felt betrayed, and through gritted teeth, she forced out a resentful voice: "Are you really getting stronger for me, or just to satisfy some kind of fetish of yours?"

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Chapter 467 The God of Foot-Stepping Socks

"That's part of the reason, but don't underestimate this blindfold. The best way to train your mental strength is not to see with your eyes, but to feel with your heart. Otherwise, even someone as powerful as you will still be fooled by an illusionist. I know an illusionist who has been eyeing you for a long time and wants to use you to start a war. This special training for you is a precaution."

Wild Hunt readily admitted to Syndra's accusations; yes, he wanted Syndra to equip him with attack speed items.

He could have simply covered Syndra's eyes with his skin armor, but that wasn't as interesting as tricking her into wearing the blindfold herself.

“I didn’t put this on to please you. It’d better work the way you say it does.” Syndra pouted. The Wild Hunt always had a way of providing compelling examples that forced her to do as he suggested.

Syndra put on a black lace eye mask. The openwork design didn't completely block her vision, only making it blurry. Although it was a bit tiring to look at, she could still make out the things in front of her by filling in the gaps in her mind. Whether one wanted to use the eye mask to obstruct their vision depended entirely on their own discretion.

"Does this really work?" Syndra wondered.

The blindfold perfectly softened the fierceness in her eyes and the dark light radiating from them.

Wild Hunt could still glimpse her disdainful gaze through the blindfold, but the fierce stare did not obscure her arrogant nature.

Paired with that dark crown shrouded in magic, her aura of haughtiness and asceticism is simply unmatched.

"Since we're already wearing the blindfold, let's change our clothes and modify the shape of our skin armor as well."

Before Syndra could agree, Wild Hunt took it upon himself to modify the armor form, pursuing a more perfect change. The Desecration form primarily enhances the host's own abilities and does not focus on defense, so it can be modified at will.

The outfit that Wild Hunt designed for Syndra was actually very similar to her original robes.

The skin-like nails writhed slightly; being made of rubber, they easily mimicked the texture and neat, woven lines of a vinyl record, tightly wrapping around the delicate flesh. From neck to wrists, everything was completely covered, highlighting an ascetic aura. Sharp, upturned shoulder guards added visual interest and emphasized the witch's dangerous nature.

Syndra's robes are actually similar to cheongsams, and they're the kind that go all the way up to the waist. However, they need to be rotated ninety degrees clockwise to move the original flared skirt to the sides of the hips. The swallowtails hanging down in the forks have a heavy texture, but Syndra's magic makes them float, giving them an ethereal feel.

However, this would inevitably leave her wide open, and Wild Hunt's solution was to add a bodycon skirt underneath.

The Wild Hunt believed that the floating witch was best suited to wear a skirt, as the feeling of being able to glimpse spring when she looked up was truly captivating. However, he did not want Syndra to give benefits to anyone other than himself, so he used a slanted pencil skirt to cover her round and perky buttocks, and her full and slender thighs were deeply hidden when she closed them.

This design retains the feeling of ventilation without actually exposing one's skin; it's dark but not completely stuffy, making it the perfect temporary hideout for him.

Below that was a pair of black rubber footed stockings, which tightly and shapely encased her legs. The slanted edges of the stockings and the slanted edges of the pencil skirt accentuated the white flesh of her thighs, creating an alluring absolute territory. The appropriate amount of exposure prevented the latex outfit from feeling too oppressive or restrictive.

As a master of footed socks, Syndra's footed socks are an essential item to check out. Because of the pressure of not walking on the ground for a long time, her toes have become deformed, forming a perfect diamond shape when they are close together, as if she has a pair of invisible pointed high heels. They are perfect for playing with in the palm of your hand or putting in your mouth.

"Don't tell me this has anything to do with cultivating control?" Syndra looked at her outfit, which suited her aesthetic sense, so she didn't feel much resistance.

"No, but I just want to see you wear this outfit, so it will feel even better when you're floating in the sky and stepping on someone's head."

Wild Hunt's answer caused Syndra's expression to change several times, and she couldn't help but blurt out, "Pervert..."

"There are even more outrageous ones."