Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Feeling somewhat bewildered, Iconsel exchanged a glance with his companion before continuing to ask:

"My question is, Mr. Waffle is..."

"It's so noisy, I heard it!"

A line of sharp, bold characters appeared on the surface of the mirror, seemingly carrying an aura of anger.

Then, as usual, the mirror surface rippled, revealing a clear image:

That was Mr. Waffle, who was so thin that even the members of the Mechanical Heart would marvel at the wonder of nature's creation: he was almost entirely made of bones, with a layer of wrinkled skin covering the bones, tightly wrapping the organs that were clearly visible beneath the skin.

Even in this state, Mr. Waffle was still alive, still having intercourse with an extremely beautiful woman. The woman was entirely emerald green, with tender green buds growing on her head, and her body was covered with flower buds oozing sticky pus; she exuded an alluring aura.

While watching this scene in the bedroom mirror, Livre was astonished to discover that the woman's appearance was exactly the same as that of the deceased Mrs. Waffle.

Liviel knew that this was the same tree spirit that had appeared before, except that its aura was much stronger and its appearance was more human-like.

Just as Livre hesitated about whether to make a move, she sensed a spiritual fluctuation.

She instantly realized that she wasn't the only one watching Mr. Waffle's house.

Livre waited quietly in the mirror world, observing the situation inside the bedroom.

Time passed second by second. Suddenly, Livre smelled a strange odor, a complex smell that seemed to be the mixture of rusted steel and machine oil, making her feel as if she were in a huge factory.

As the smell spread, *crack!* The glass in Mr. Waffle's bedroom shattered, and several sharp grappling hooks were thrown in. Several men in robes, with plumes of steam rising from their backs, used the backflow of steam and the grappling hooks to vault into the room.

The Mechanical Heart! The official Extraordinary Ones have finally taken action.

Liviel, hiding in the mirror with great interest, watched as the members of Mechanical Heart quickly raised their long-barreled rifles. Steam from their backpacks poured into the rifles, and a terrifying pressure condensed at the muzzle.

Bang bang bang!

Several steam rifles fired simultaneously, like small-caliber cannons, spewing bullets with powerful kinetic energy that flew straight towards the astonished Mrs. Waffle.

With a scream, a large-caliber bullet tore her body apart instantly. However, no blood or flesh flew out; instead, thick green sap flowed from her severed body, just like a tree that had been cut in half.

After the first round of firing, the subsequent members of the Mechanical Heart team extended their intricately curved mechanical arms and threw sparkling round lanterns at Mrs. Waffle.

boom!

The shockwave carrying the power of purification spread outwards, causing no substantial damage, but it stained the fractured surface of Mrs. Waffle's body with a layer of holy radiance. The frantically writhing flesh buds that wanted to heal instantly froze, like a puddle of water on the ground that could not be gathered together.

Mrs. Waffle, who had been happily and diligently absorbing energy, narrowed her eyes and cursed with barely concealed resentment:

"You will all die, you will all die today!"

Her face contorted rapidly, and she began chanting an incantation in ancient Hermes:

“You are a divine child who should not have been born. You are a prison of curses and an evil that erodes history.”

"I humbly beg you for your help."

As soon as Mrs. Waffle finished speaking, a foul power enveloped her. Her almost ethereal body rapidly transformed, her upper body bursting forth into a huge canopy full of vibrant green branches. At the same time, those branches secreted a lot of viscous, black liquid, which flowed downwards, down her lower body, down her legs, and into the open flower buds.

Her legs grew thick and strong, and her smooth skin became as rough as a tree trunk. Soon, they penetrated the floor and burrowed into the ground, growing countless gnarled roots.

At the same time, the surrounding environment became illusory and unreal, with faintly fluctuating spiritual walls rising in the air, enveloping Mr. Waffle's entire house, along with several nearby houses, forming a lush, enclosed space.

Livre, who was watching the battle from the mirror, was shocked to find that she was also trapped in this space, and that the channel connecting her to the outside world had been blocked.

Why do I encounter this situation just because I want to go to the East District to catch a villain and feed him magical items?

Liviel felt a surge of frustration, but since things had come to this point, she could no longer remain hidden in the mirror and observe. She activated her actor's ability to change her appearance, wearing the writhing hunger on her hands, and switched to the soul of the 'Priestess of Light'.

Almost simultaneously, from the liquid secreted from the tree trunk, pale and deformed skulls grew, yellow eyeballs wrapped with thick blood vessels grew, bright red tongues oozing disgusting pus grew, and many other bizarre and indescribable things grew that would drive anyone mad just by looking at them.

Within the green space, several houses were tilted to some extent, but not to the point of collapse. Their surfaces had more or less brown and green branches and vines remaining, including the one where Livr had once rented.

Whoosh! The roof was ripped off, and the Mechanical Heart team members gathered at Mr. Waffle's house seemed to become wild beasts in a gladiatorial arena. Countless vines around them were like spectators judging their fate, and the not-too-thick brown-green tree trunks were like short guns thrown in unison by soldiers, flying down from above towards the Mechanical Heart team members' bodies in an overwhelming manner.

Ikonser Bernard led the Mechanical Heart team to immediately set up a defense. Some used their mechanical arms to block in front of them, some expanded a small piece of steel into a huge shield, and some simply used steam rifles to bombard the incoming tree trunk...

However, with Mrs. Waffle's series of charming, silvery laughs, all the team members trembled simultaneously, their bodies flushed with a pinkish haze, and their eyes blazed with burning desire.

Mrs. Waffle activated the powers of sex addicts. As a follower of an evil god of higher rank than Sharon, she controlled the desires of all the members of the Mechanical Heart team, making their bodies hot and heavy, making it difficult for them to continue to resist effectively.

Livia, hidden in the mirror, stopped watching. With a flick of her two fingers, she swiftly used her abilities as a sex addict to suppress the desires of the Mechanical Heart team members.

Mrs. Waffle, who still retained some rationality, suddenly looked stunned. In the instant she was stunned, Livril rushed out of the mirror.

Her left hand, with a 'wriggling hunger' that seemed to blend into her skin, was raised high, and a dazzling light gathered in her palm.

"Purify!"

She uttered two sacred syllables in ancient Hermes, and in an instant, a radiant light as intense as the sun burst forth from her palm, surging outwards. Under the light, the vines, which were dripping with sap, withered and shriveled, turning into a charred, withered vine.

Ikonser looked at the sudden appearance of 'reinforcements' with some surprise, but his rich combat experience allowed him to react quickly, seize the opportunity, and immediately issue the order to counterattack:

"Deploy flamethrowers!"

The two team members immediately raised a gun with a barrel that was longer and thicker than that of an ordinary steam rifle and attached it to the backpack behind them. The backpack was engraved with fiery red runes, and after a blinding flash, it gathered a scorching aura.

Mrs. Waffle, though affected by the purification ability, was not fundamentally harmed. From her massive tree trunk, tendrils that were not originally her main body rapidly sprouted. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the newly grown tendrils hurled themselves at Livia like javelins, eager to pierce her body immediately.

Livre had anticipated this, and with a flash, she entered the mirror world, causing Mrs. Waffle's attack to miss.

At this moment, the flamethrowers of the Mechanical Heart team were also set up. The thick gun barrels were aimed at Mrs. Waffle's tree trunk, and at the same time, semi-illusory crimson fire crows emerged from the muzzles of the guns, which combined the power of technology and mysticism.

"Fire!"

With a roar like a volcanic eruption, a long spittle of fire shot from the muzzle, and flames several meters high instantly engulfed Mrs. Waffle. Most of her body was reduced to charcoal, and she let out a shrill scream.

However, branches and vines on the ground surged up wildly, quickly enveloping Mrs. Waffle and protecting her inside.

A series of booming sounds rang out as crimson fire crows landed on Mrs. Waffle, shattering branches and igniting vines, peeling away the layers of this cultist's shell.

boom!

On the other side, two members of the Mechanical Heart team set up portable cannons, lit the fuses, and fired a three-inch extraordinary cannonball filled with flames and spiritual powder. Using the gap opened by the fire crows, it accurately hit Mrs. Waffle's head.

That alluring yet innocent and delicate face was instantly shattered into pieces, with its eyes, nose, and mouth splattering everywhere with red or white liquid.

Mrs. Waffle's headless body struggled a few times, but no new head grew. The cultist had lost his life.

The spiritual walls around her collapsed, and Livre sensed that she could use the mirror portal to leave.

However, even though Mrs. Waffle was dead, the green vines and tree trunks did not stop, but continued to wave wildly. Brown branches, green vines, thick branches, pale flowers and other things surged towards the members of the Mechanical Heart team in all sorts of ways.

The leader, Ikonser Bernard, was struck by a vine, rolled twice, quickly regained his balance, and launched a counterattack.

But as he dodged, the silver Mirror of Arodes fell from his arms, and as if it came to life, it rolled all the way to the mirror where Livil was hiding.

What is this? Is it a magical item? It seems to have come to me on its own initiative.

Livre reached out from the mirror with some curiosity and picked up the silver mirror.

Almost instantly, several lines of text appeared on the mirror surface, which was engraved with ancient patterns:

“Beautiful lady, hello, I am Arodes, a magical being who can satisfy all your questions.”

Hmm, it seems to have some self-awareness, that's interesting...

Liviel couldn't help but marvel, and then she put the Mirror of Arodes into her bosom.

Consider this my reward from the extraordinary individuals of the Mechanical Heart. After all, if I hadn't stepped in to help them suppress their desires, these people would probably have suffered heavy casualties.

The extraordinary being who had fallen from Arodes seemed oblivious, still fiercely battling the vines.

Liviel observed the battle situation. Mrs. Waffle was dead. The remaining vines and tree trunks were still tenacious, but they were no longer conscious and were only fighting the Extraordinary by instinct. It was only a matter of time before the official Extraordinary wiped out this place.

Perhaps in a little while, an even more powerful extraordinary being will come to our aid. If they discover that I am hiding in the mirror then, that would be bad news.

Livre gathers her spirituality, preparing to activate the mirror teleportation to leave the scene.

It's a pity I can't use the 'Cage of Knowledge' that Edwina taught me. Otherwise, I could have obtained another crystal of knowledge. Mrs. Waffle's status should be higher than Nightingale's, and she might even correspond to Sequence 5 of that evil god's path.

Liviel thought with some regret, just then, the mirror that called itself Arodes showed a few more lines of text:

“Beautiful lady, did you know that Mrs. Waffle is not dead? She has hidden elsewhere through the power of filth. Do you want to find her?”

Livre was taken aback and asked incredulously:

"Where is she?"

Arodes then eagerly produced a few more lines of text:

"According to the principle of equivalent exchange, after I answer your question, you need to answer one of my questions. If you cannot answer or are unwilling to answer, you will be punished by me."

"Your punishment? What is it?"

After asking the question, Livre regretted it a little. Was this considered asking the mirror a question? What if it asked her a question in return?

However, the Mirror of Arodes did not ask a question in return, but answered it directly:

"Rest assured, my punishment will not cause any real harm and will not endanger your safety or interests. After all, I am just a kind gentleman's mirror."

It emphasizes the word "gentleman" in bold, making it stand out.

"If you want to ask me a formal question, use the format 'Your Excellency Arodes, my question is…' If I answer you, then the equivalent exchange will be considered complete, and only then will I ask you a question."

Arrodes's friendly addition reassured Livre somewhat.

After all, this mirror fell from an official Extraordinary being, so it shouldn't be some kind of extremely evil magical item, right?

After performing a divination and confirming that the Mirror of Arodes was safe, she asked with peace of mind:

"My question is: Where is Mrs. Waffle hiding now?"

The surrounding world instantly became hazy and blurred, and the surface of the Mirror of Arodes rippled like lake water, revealing a clear image:

That was Mrs. Waffle, curled up in a ball. Only half of her head remained. Her once gentle and lovely face had become extremely ferocious. A huge gash had been torn open in her abdomen, and intestines, branches, blood, and juices flowed out at the same time.

The environment she was in seemed somewhat familiar...

After a moment's thought, Livre instantly remembered: this was 27 Minsk Street, the basement of the house where she used to rent.

She quickly recalled the mirror in house number 27, found one that had survived the battle, and traveled through it.

Judging from the footage provided by Arrodes, Mrs. Waffle is seriously injured and should have lost the ability to resist. What Livre needs to do is not to subdue her, but to refine her into a crystallization of knowledge.

She took out the pure white ceremonial cane, pushed open the door, and went into the basement.

Mrs. Waffle, who was struggling to breathe, looked up in astonishment, her expression full of surprise:

"It's you? Miss Marilyn Monroe?"

Livre was somewhat taken aback. She had clearly concealed her appearance, so why could Mrs. Waffle still recognize her?

She wiped her face, restoring her original appearance, and said in a emotionless voice:

"We meet again, but unfortunately, we can no longer get along like we used to."

Mrs. Waffle gave a wan smile:

"I will never forget your scent... I also feel regretful that if you had accepted me back then, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Upon hearing this, Livre frowned, recalling how Mrs. Waffle had pressed her warm body tightly against hers earlier, and couldn't help but say with a touch of melancholy:

"When did you fall into the arms of that evil god?"

"He is not an evil god! He is the great Lord!"

Mrs. Waffle's expression suddenly became agitated, but then she became dejected, as if she realized that she had fallen into an abyss of no return.

She sighed deeply and said softly:

"From the moment I realized I could no longer win my husband back..."

Chapter 191 The Punished Witch

P.S.: There is no NTR. Arodes has no gender, he is just a mirror, not even a living being, and belongs to the same category as Bloodthirsty Gloves and Little White.

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Mrs. Waffle, breathing slightly, spoke in a plaintive tone:

“My husband comes from a poor family. After we got married, my father was always very dissatisfied with him, which may have caused him some resentment…”

"Later, I borrowed a lot of money from my father to help him start a company. Later, he became a successful businessman and no longer had to be subservient to my father. But our love ended there."

"It seemed that, in retaliation for my father's disdain for him, he took his anger out on me. He rarely touched me anymore, preferring to seek out other women outside rather than share a room with me..."

“I felt an unbearable loneliness, and those lonely nights almost drove me to the brink of collapse... But in front of others, I still had to pretend to be a considerate wife.”

"Finally, on that night when I wanted to end my life, I had a dream."