Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 105: Indeed, It Should End

"Boom——!!!"

With yet another deafening explosion, the skies above the Soren Mountains erupted in chaos, leaving all the Extraordinary individuals from various churches pale-faced as they stared upward in horror.

What on earth was happening?

A singular doubt crossed everyone's minds.

Initially, this was supposed to be a simple containment mission for a Level 0 Sealed Artifact. Their task was only to secure the mountain perimeter and prevent the spread of contamination.

Even if the process became a bit complicated, with the assistance of the Third Princess, the goal seemed attainable.

But now, the sudden battle breaking out high above the ground had left everyone stunned.

The overwhelming aura emanating from the clash—a pressure that stirred primal fear deep in the human soul—left everyone trembling, with an urge to flee in terror. They feared the accidental aftermath of the clash between those two inexplicable entities might reach them and cause their complete annihilation.

Even those who had once witnessed their respective church’s Cardinal Archbishop had never encountered such potent and malevolent Extraordinary power.

The high-speed movements, imperceptible to the naked eye, the mountainous destruction wrought with a mere gesture, and the tremors that fractured the earth with each clash—all of it was far beyond comprehension.

The two figures darted across the sky as if teleporting, intertwining in battle one moment, being torn apart and reassembling the next, their shrieks piercing the heavens.

A shadow loomed over everyone’s hearts.

As for the barrier that had initially been erected? It was obliterated into nothingness from the very first collision between those two terrifying beings.

If not for the existence of the Inquisitorium within each church, the hundreds of Extraordinary individuals present would likely have already descended into chaos.

"Everyone, remain calm!"

Finally, the acting bishop of the Divine Order Church spoke up.

"We have contacted the nearby cities' churches. Reinforcements should arrive soon, so—"

Yet his words rang hollow.

Could the Extraordinary forces from a few frontier cities really handle those two monstrous entities that seemed more demonic than human?

Damn it!!!

High above the ground, the Demon of Creation reassembled its body for what felt like the umpteenth time and let out an enraged roar.

The King of Malice, Kushustain, was simply too powerful.

Its current form was incomplete, and it had lost its previous host, leaving its strength unprecedentedly weakened.

If only Yveste hadn’t forcibly destroyed the Wishing Jar earlier, perhaps it could have stood a chance against the King of Malice’s consciousness in its current state.

But things never unfolded as one expected.

Moreover...

Staring at the sinister figure before him, who now resembled a fiend incarnate, the Demon of Creation was filled with fury.

At this moment, the boy’s previously shattered body had inexplicably been restored to a pristine state. The porcelain-like cracks that once spread across his back and torso had completely healed. Even the gaping hole in his chest and the arm torn off by Kushustain had regrown seamlessly. ɽＡɴȯ₿ЕŚ

Not only that, but the taint left by the black sludge on his body had vanished entirely.

Lynn now showed no signs of having endured near-fatal injuries. Instead, under the augmentation of the King of Malice's power, he exuded an aura of ominous terror.

Within his body surged the might of a dragon; every gesture carried the force to level mountains, and a single punch could rip space itself, leaving jagged black fractures in its wake.

And it was all thanks to the Demon of Creation.

While locked in battle with Kushustain, the demon had been forced to divert some of its power to repair Lynn’s body.

Otherwise, with his fragile human frame, he wouldn’t have survived long enough to see the end of this confrontation.

This, however, was precisely the outcome the King of Malice desired.

He wanted to utterly annihilate this insignificant ant as punishment for his audacity in showing defiance to a demon.

The Demon of Creation, on the other hand, had a far simpler motive.

It wanted to survive using Lynn’s body.

It wasn’t that Lynn was irreplaceable—far from it. It was merely because the demon’s core traits had already fused significantly with this boy.

There was no choice but to use him.

“Yvelia, it’s been three thousand years. Even among higher-dimensional demons, you were always one of the weakest. I didn’t expect you to grow even feebler,” Kushustain sneered, his voice echoing as he laughed maniacally through Lynn’s body.

“And yet, what about you?” the Demon of Creation retorted coldly. “Let me guess: how much longer until your descent ends?”

“And how long before those wretched gods notice the disturbance here?”

At those words, a flicker of darkness crossed Kushustain’s expression.

Indeed.

Even Kushustain hadn’t anticipated that the boy who dared to defy him would manage to manipulate the situation to such an extent.

Though his strength was unparalleled, the Demon of Creation was infamous for its survivability. It was, after all, the only being to have escaped annihilation during the pantheon’s coordinated hunt, biding its time for eventual rebirth.

Only a fragment of Kushustain’s consciousness had descended to this plane.

Though he had the upper hand in battle, a decisive victory seemed unattainable in such a short timeframe. After all, his opponent was still a higher-dimensional demon. Defeating them was one thing; killing them outright was an entirely different challenge.

As his presence began to wane, Kushustain estimated he had only a minute left before he’d have to vacate the current host.

“How about a deal?”

Kushustain, previously filled with violent rage, abruptly shifted into a composed demeanor. His crimson eyes still burned, but now, at least, a conversation seemed possible.

The Demon of Creation stared coldly at him. “What kind of deal?”

Controlling Lynn’s body, Kushustain gestured at the devastated Soren Mountains, now reduced to rubble. “We’ve fought long enough without resolution. Let’s pause this conflict for now.”

“My goal has always been simple: to make this ant who dared defy me taste despair.”

“Let me take him away.” Kushustain clenched his beastly claws, his sharp white teeth bared in a sinister grin. “In return, you may accompany me back to my domain.”

“There, I will find a suitable host for you and help you reclaim your divine status.”

“What do you say?”

The Demon of Creation frowned. While manipulating the black sludge to repair its form, it gauged the depth of its fusion with Lynn’s body, seemingly deliberating.

Hovering midair with wings spread wide, Kushustain waited, his menacing gaze locked on the demon. He appeared confident in the decision the Demon of Creation would ultimately make.

“Fine. I accept your deal,” the Demon of Creation finally replied, releasing its grip on the energy it had been wielding. Its tone was icy, but resolute.

A grim smile spread across Kushustain’s face. “In that case, relinquish your claim over this body for now.”

Though the boy’s consciousness had initially resisted, occasionally wresting back control of his body, the combined onslaught from both Kushustain and the Demon of Creation—two beings rivaling gods—had taken a toll.

Their battles were waged not only in the physical realm but also within Lynn’s Sea of Consciousness. By now, his presence had been silent for some time, likely fragmented and on the verge of complete disintegration.

But Kushustain wouldn’t allow this hateful human to die so easily.

With his time in this realm nearing its end, Kushustain had reluctantly chosen negotiation as the best course forward.

After all, he was a demon, not merely a madman driven by blind slaughter.

“Very well,” the Demon of Creation responded without hesitation upon hearing the King of Malice's suggestion. “But you must show your sincerity.”

“Weaken the demonic corruption on his body. Otherwise, my core traits will be eroded.”

“...Fine,” Kushustain growled after a brief pause.

In the next moment, the black, scaled armor covering Lynn’s chest gradually receded, exposing his slender yet surprisingly robust frame to the air.

Thanks to the prior healing from the Demon of Creation, there were no visible wounds, not even a scar. His faint heartbeat could even be discerned.

Seeing Kushustain’s initial gesture of goodwill, the Demon of Creation nodded, stepping closer to the towering figure.

“Wait. I’ll relinquish control over this body...” The Demon of Creation spoke as the distance between the two narrowed.

But then, an icy glint of murderous intent flashed in its eyes.

In an instant, a shadow streaked by, and the black sludge in its hand solidified into a sharp spike that pierced through Lynn’s chest.

Simultaneously, Kushustain’s beastly, clawed hand—glistening with steel-like scales—crushed the Demon of Creation’s head with a violent grip.

“I knew it!!!” Kushustain roared furiously. “You’re a demon!!! Since when do demons ever keep their word?!”

As its head was obliterated, the Demon of Creation’s body crumbled into nothingness. Yet the black sludge that had pierced through Lynn’s chest seized the opportunity to wriggle into the wound like an eel.

With its entire consciousness condensed into the black sludge, the Demon of Creation surged into Lynn’s body during the fleeting moment Kushustain had weakened the demonic corruption.

Due to Kushustain’s limited descent time and the fragmentary nature of his consciousness, the Demon of Creation quickly gained the upper hand.

The tide turned in an instant!

Now, Kushustain’s consciousness, under the onslaught of the Demon of Creation, began to unravel. At times, he laughed maniacally; at others, he raged uncontrollably. His face twisted in torment as he alternated between attempting to crush his own heart and using his other hand to stop himself.

It was as if two entirely different personalities were battling for dominance within Lynn, vying for control over the host body.

Having finally seized an opportunity, the Demon of Creation wasn’t about to let Kushustain regain control.

“Calling me a liar?” In the mental realm, the Demon of Creation unleashed a deafening shriek, wielding spiritual assaults to suppress Kushustain’s fragment of consciousness. “As if returning to the demon realm with you would mean you’d let me off!”

“What a laughable thought!”

As fellow demons, Kushustain’s ploy was painfully transparent to the Demon of Creation.

Perhaps Kushustain had traded cunning for power; though mighty among higher-dimensional demons, his lack of guile was staggering.

Sensing dire warnings from his main body, Kushustain faintly perceived faint gazes piercing through the fabric of space-time, watching this confrontation from all directions.

It was clear that the chaos caused within the Saint Roland Empire had drawn the attention of many powerful entities. Kushustain’s reckless actions had not gone unnoticed.

At this moment, Kushustain’s consciousness was weaker than ever. The demonic transformation on Lynn’s body could no longer hold, and the scales and demon wings shattered and crumbled away, falling to pieces. His strength ebbed away like a receding tide.

The time of his divine descent had finally come to an end.

Within the mental realm, Kushustain’s heart burned with murderous fury as he faced the Demon of Creation’s scornful gaze.

But the urgent summons from his true form compelled his consciousness to retreat from Lynn’s body at a rapid pace.

“You!!!” Kushustain snarled, resisting the pull with the last vestiges of his strength. “Yvelia, I’ll remember this grudge!!! One day, I will—”

“Save it for next time,” the Demon of Creation sneered. “For now, let’s put an end to this farce.”

The space that was supposed to be Lynn’s mental realm was now dominated by the grotesque forms of two demons. One was filled with frustration and fury, like a lion bound in chains. The other wore a mocking expression, reveling in its apparent victory.

They both seemed to have forgotten about someone who had been silent for far too long.

“Indeed, it’s time for this to end.”

The sudden voice echoed through the mental realm, cutting through the tension.

Both the Demon of Creation and Kushustain froze in shock.

As calm footsteps approached, the Demon of Creation turned its head incredulously toward the figure now entering the mental space.

“You... still have your consciousness?”

Staring at the tranquil young man before it, an inexplicable sense of foreboding stirred within the Demon of Creation.

“Of course,” Lynn replied with a faint smile. From his body, an infinite cascade of blood-red thorns and wailing shadows began to unfold. “By the way, you two seemed to have enjoyed yourselves in my mental realm.”

“Now, isn’t it my turn?”

Under the disbelieving gazes of the two demons, Lynn slowly raised his right hand.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

The Crown of Thorns—activated.

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