Mystery: The Witch of Desire

In an instant, Livre was completely captivated, willing to do anything for her, even sacrifice her own life.

Her body was wrapped in black hair resembling venomous snakes, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. Liviel was so engrossed in watching her that she suddenly developed a headache and fever, a dry cough, and difficulty breathing, as if she had been infected by a virus.

Even so, she couldn't bear to look away, gazing intently at the stunningly beautiful and tall figure in the mirror.

At that moment, she felt a burning, stinging pain in her lower abdomen.

"hiss……"

Livre immediately regained her senses and felt a wave of fear. She quickly fled from the mirror, and after a while, her headache and fever subsided.

"What terrifying power! Just glimpsing her image in the mirror was enough to make me hopelessly infatuated with her charm, and I even contracted an unknown disease... It's truly terrifying. This woman in the mirror has probably reached the realm of the legendary gods. Could it be that she—no, is she the being in the mirror who bestowed power upon me? Is she the Primordial Witch?"

As Livre pondered, she suddenly noticed another strange problem:

In the past, when she encountered similar abnormal states, the burning and stinging sensation of the black markings on her chest would bring her back to consciousness. But this time, why was she experiencing a burning and stinging pain in her lower abdomen?

Liviel looked down in confusion and saw that her chest had become smooth and white, and the black pattern had disappeared. However, the familiar black pattern slowly appeared on her lower abdomen!

…………

The entire pattern features smooth lines that accurately depict the shape of the organs beneath the skin while also exuding an eerie beauty. The center of the pattern is subtly adorned with pink stripes, adding a touch of decadent allure.

Liviel's cheeks flushed instantly as she looked at the pattern, and a multitude of indescribable thoughts welled up inside her.

"Ugh...my body feels so strange..."

她连忙做深呼吸，尽量让自己的心情平静下来，同时在脑海中反复计算2的平方：2、4、8、16、32、64、128、256、512、1024、2048、4096、8192、16384、32768、65536、131072……这是她前世快速让自己静下来的方法，没想到这一世变成女人了依旧有用。

After struggling for a while, Livre, slightly out of breath, continued forward to the next mirror.

A soft glow emanated from the surface of the fourth mirror, and images began to appear:

It was still that woman of unparalleled beauty, nestled in the arms of a tall man of about thirty years old. The man had long, blood-red hair, a strong facial structure, and blue eyes, exuding a regal air.

The woman who once reigned supreme in beauty in the third mirror now appeared gentle and refined, nestled in her lover's arms like a happy, ordinary woman.

The gentle scene continued, and they had the fruits of their love—a lovely boy and a girl. In the blink of an eye, the children grew up. They inherited the best features of their parents; the boy was handsome and dashing, with the appearance of an emperor, while the girl was stunningly beautiful, her charm and allure no less than her mother's.

Just when Livre thought the tender scene would continue, the tone shifted abruptly, and the mirror instantly reflected a cold, sinister light:

It was a dark, rainy night, with torrential rain mixed with blood, forming a muddy mess.

The woman, who was extremely beautiful, had a cold expression and her hands were stained with her daughter's blood.

The daughter's eyes were lifeless, and under her mother's merciless gaze, she gradually turned to stone, transforming into a pillar that ran through the ground.

The scene abruptly ended, but the chilling atmosphere lingered.

Reeves couldn't help but shudder, his heart churning with turmoil:

"He killed His daughter..."

"Why would such a thing happen? Is it out of jealousy of the daughter's beauty? No, even though the daughter is already very beautiful, she still cannot reach His conceptual beauty."

"Who is the man who had two children with Him? What kind of man could have intercourse with this goddess-like woman and become Her partner?"

As his thoughts raced, Levi continued toward the next mirror.

The surface of the fifth mirror was stained with bright red blood.

The companion of that goddess-like woman is dead.

Seven tall shadows stood beside him. Each one exuded an aura of antiquity and desolation, symbolizing divine power.

The woman has gone mad.

His gaze toward the seven figures was filled with resentment and malice, brimming with desire for revenge and slaughter.

A sense of impending storm was rising.

As the video ended, Livre was still horrified by the deep-seated hatred emanating from the mirror.

"Seven powerful beings killed His companion, and His hatred was so frenzied, it seemed to surge forth from the mirror. But what do those seven figures represent?"

Livre was deep in thought when a thought suddenly occurred to her:

"Could it be referring to the Seven Gods?"

She didn't know the exact level of the seven gods' status, nor had she ever felt the true power of the gods. But based on her current perception, if she classified the extremely beautiful woman in the mirror, His companion, and the seven figures that killed His companion as gods, Livre wouldn't find it incongruous at all.

Their reflections in the mirror are powerful and mysterious, inspiring a deep-seated fear in people, perfectly befitting the image of a deity.

After a moment of contemplation, Livre took a deep breath and, with a touch of nervousness, continued walking toward the next mirror.

As soon as you approach, the aura of bloodshed and carnage surges from the mirror's surface. The deathly stillness and eeriness stemming from the withering of life instantly drag you into that ancient battlefield shrouded in apocalypse:

The sky had long since shattered, the dark clouds were stained with thick blood, and torrential rain of blood fell endlessly. Patches of rotting corpses nourished the cracked earth, and every inch of land was soaked in the wails of living beings and the bloodstains of the divine.

In the distance, the continuous mountain range had long since collapsed, and corpses piled up like mountains. Pale mist rose from the piles of corpses, intertwining with the blood rain, turning into a calamity mist that devoured everything. Wherever it passed, any living being instantly turned into withered bones, and even their spirituality was completely drained.

In this calamity-shrouded fog, nine figures shrouded in divine radiance clashed violently. Two of these figures stood in opposition to the other seven, and among them was the woman of unparalleled beauty.

After experiencing countless disasters and catastrophes, the woman's existence was severely damaged, and her form gradually disappeared into nothingness.

The scene in the mirror abruptly ended, leaving only the ancient, desolate, and bloody atmosphere of the battlefield.

Livre was still breathing heavily, somewhat shaken, when she realized that sticky sweat was dripping down the back of her slender neck.

"What a terrifying battle! Even through the mirror, it felt like I was being torn apart by the aftershocks of those impacts..."

She continued forward with a slight tremor in her heart, and finally arrived in front of the last mirror.

Unlike before, this seventh mirror did not display any image; it was just a pitch-black surface gleaming with a cold light.

Livre felt something was amiss and slowly moved forward, carefully examining the deep, dark mirror in front of her.

Just then, a pair of eyes suddenly opened deep within the dark mirror.

An extremely cold gaze instantly fell upon her.

Liviel froze instantly, as if her internal organs had been seen through, and her whole body trembled slightly.

She was certain that this was the being in the mirror, the primordial witch who called herself Chik. However, unlike in the dream where there was a barrier between them, she was now directly facing this god-like being.

Silence spread through the air, and time seemed to stand still.

After a long while, ripples spread across the mirror's surface, and a figure more than ten meters tall slowly emerged from the emptiness of the mirror.

It was a woman of breathtaking beauty, the very same woman Livre had glimpsed in the mirrors earlier. She wore an elaborate long dress sculpted from white bones, her skin was pale and cold, and her long hair was entirely woven from black snakes with gaping, bloody mouths. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly so.

The being in the mirror spoke softly:

"You are already dead."

Contrary to the powerful and oppressive feeling that Liviel had imagined, the voice of this primordial witch was actually somewhat soft and languid, and even contained a hint of allure.

This stark contrast left Livre momentarily stunned, almost causing her to forget the cruel reality that she had already perished.

After a while, she finally grasped the meaning behind the other person's words. Forcing herself to calm her chaotic thoughts, she cautiously spoke:

"You mean I'm dead?"

The primordial witch, Chik, smiled alluringly.

"Just as the words suggest. Your physical body was reduced to dust in the last battle. What you are now is merely a projection I created using your mirror image."

Livre listened, somewhat bewildered. After a moment of thought, she asked:

"My reflection in the mirror? What is this?"

Chick said calmly:

"When an extraordinary individual in this pathway advances to Sequence 7, a distinct and strong imprint will be left in the Mirror World, thus giving birth to a corresponding 'Mirror Person,' which is called the 'Mirror Self.'"

Then, He revealed a mocking smile:

"He will be your best 'partner' on your extraordinary journey. Want to see your reflection in the mirror?"

Before Livr could answer, Chick snapped his fingers, and a mirror slowly emerged from beneath Livr's feet, appearing before her.

Inside the mirror stood a young man with a furious expression.

When Livre saw his face, she immediately gasped.

This person is actually Li Wei, a college student from the Great Foodie Country before he transmigrated!

He was staring intently at the naked Livre, but there was no lust in his eyes, only endless anger and hatred.

He was about to say something when Chick waved his hand, concealing the mirror, and said casually:

"If you heard what he said right now, you would break down."

Livre was still reeling from the shock, her thoughts racing:

"So, after becoming a witch, my original male self was imprisoned in the mirror world. How terrifying! Which one is the real me? Is it the me in this female body? Or the dead Rivi Garcia? Or Rivi imprisoned in the mirror?!"

Her self-awareness was distorted and torn apart. Intense dizziness and pain swept through her mind. Liver clutched her head tightly with both hands, her body convulsing slightly, and cold sweat trickled down her smooth skin.

Chick watched her pained expression with great interest, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Yes, that's it. Struggling and suffering in distortion and chaos—that is the witch's destiny, that is the origin of her path!"

Livre gasped for breath, struggling for a while before she managed to suppress the chaos in her mind and try to calm down and think:

“Chik has given me power many times before, and just now she was worried that I would collapse if I heard the words of the person in the mirror, so she deliberately hid the person in the mirror. This shows that she doesn’t want me to die. Although she certainly didn’t do this out of kindness, it at least proves that I still have value to her.”

Livr looked at Chick and said carefully:

"Please tell me, what should I do now?"

Chick seemed to have anticipated Livre's question, and calmly replied:

"Now, you have two choices."

"The first option is for me to take action and use your mirror image to reconstruct your body. The reconstructed body will be identical to your current projection, but there may be slight differences."

Livre was stunned:

"I can't believe they could do something like this! But after this resurrection, I'll really become a woman. Will I still be the same person I was before? Will I still have my original consciousness and memories?"

Livr remained silent, waiting for Chick to offer his second option.

Chick parted his lips slightly, about to speak, when suddenly, his massive body trembled violently. The next second, a look of madness suddenly crept onto his beautiful face, and the venomous snakes formed from his black hair began to writhe wildly.

He seemed like a different person, letting out a low, manic laugh, and saying, word by word:

"The second option is..."

"To make love with me."

Livre froze instantly. As Chick uttered those words, an endless allure, accompanied by extreme madness, enveloped her. She trembled in fear, her body instinctively shrinking back, yet an uncontrollable desire welled up within her.

Chick slowly walked towards her, his tall figure casting a suffocating shadow. Livre felt as small as an ant, prostrate at his feet, only able to look up at that terrifying holy breath.

Chick laughed maniacally and seductively, his snake-like hair winding downwards, binding Livr's smooth body with an irresistible force, making her feel tightly bound without suffocating her.

Medusa slowly lifted her up in front of Chick, so that he could see her face, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Livre felt like she was going crazy, wanting to rush towards it like a moth to a flame, regardless of whether she would die from blasphemy or collapse from trembling.

Just when she felt her rationality was about to collapse.

Chick, however, let out a soft, bell-like laugh:

"Ha, you are not capable of handling this pleasure right now."

The madness in her expression faded, replaced by a languid allure, and she set Livia down:

"I will reconstruct your body based on your reflection in the mirror. This may take some time. In the meantime, enjoy your slumber."

Livre, breathing heavily, recovered from her trembling and cautiously asked:

"I have three questions, and I wonder if you could answer them for me?"

Chick summoned the mirror containing the person in it again, infusing it with spiritual energy as he casually replied:

"That depends on how much time you have left."

Before she could finish speaking, Livre felt her body becoming ethereal, as if she were about to leave this world. Her heart tightened, and she quickly asked:

"First, my body seems to have been contaminated by another being. Could you help me remove it during the reconstruction process?"

Chick laughed upon hearing this:

“I can help you erase His gaze, but the effects He has brought have permanently changed your body, including the person in the mirror, which can never be removed.”

Livre's mind raced: