Chapter 47: What Just Happened?
“Well then… let’s begin.”
Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the large sack placed on the floor.
The bag contained various ritual materials he had obtained from Milanie. She hadn’t asked him for a reason, approving his request without hesitation. After all, the hierarchy within Augusta Manor seemed to have developed a peculiar structure.
At the top sat Yveste, followed by the elusive Baron Augusta, who had yet to appear, and the Princess's original retinue. Rhine, once part of the upper echelon, had fallen due to recent events and now shared the same status as his brother, Greia.
As for Lynn... under normal circumstances, he should have been the lowest in rank. However, after resolving the Creationist Sect incident, Yveste seemed to have issued a decree, elevating Lynn’s status within the manor. Now, anyone who saw him addressed him as “Young Master.”
This newfound respect allowed him to gather a wide variety of strange and rare materials with ease. He wasn’t concerned about Yveste discovering his plans—after all, his persona was that of an ordinary man with no Extraordinary abilities. It was natural for others to think he wouldn’t accept a life of mediocrity. Even if word of the ritual leaked, they’d likely dismiss it as a desperate act of a powerless individual.
After all, most gods wouldn’t bother responding to a forsaken believer.
Lynn opened the bag and methodically arranged its contents on the floor. What had been a spacious area quickly became cluttered with an assortment of items: piles of manuscript paper, jars of liquid, the remains of unknown creatures, glimmering magical gems, and more.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lynn glanced at his reflection in a full-length mirror nearby.The boy in the mirror was tall and slender, his expression solemn. He wore a dark, oversized robe that concealed his frame—chosen not for any functional purpose but because it fit the mysterious aesthetic of the occult. Lynn was committed to maintaining his persona.
It was now the cusp of afternoon and evening, the golden hues of twilight casting long shadows across the manor. Dusk, the Witch of the End's most powerful time of day, was the optimal moment for the ritual. Performing it now would significantly increase the likelihood of success.
Of course, Lynn wasn’t overly optimistic about the outcome and didn’t expect to succeed on his first attempt.
He retrieved a flask filled with grayish-white powder and poured it into his palm, the substance resembling fine sand. It sifted through his fingers, drifting to the floor below. Without hesitation, Lynn used the powder to draw the intricate diagram from the ritual instructions onto the ground.
The powder, made from the ashes of a Deep-Sea Whale's bones, possessed exceptional magical conductivity and spiritual resonance, making it ideal for crafting Magical Arrays. Despite being his first attempt, the diagram turned out passable thanks to the template he had followed.
The design was chaotic, a swirling mass of sharp, blood-red thorns encasing a lifelike heart at its center. Surrounding the array were twelve empty nodes.
Lynn carefully positioned jars and bottles in a specific order around the diagram.
The core materials included rare organs from three different species, while the array’s nodes held items such as Moonlight Crystals, Bloodstones, Essence of Nocturne, Scales of the Abyssal Serpent, and Void Wraith Bones, among others. These were all sacrificial offerings favored by Yveste, according to the original story.
To an outsider, the setup would seem sinister, as if Lynn were trying to contact some malevolent god.
Among the materials, the most eye-catching item was a pair of black stockings enclosed in a crystalline box—a critical component for the ritual's success.
Lynn understood that Relics maintained a subtle connection with their original owners. In rituals, they served as anchor points, akin to a GPS, helping navigate the turbulent River of Time. Even gods required such anchors to avoid becoming lost amidst infinite possibilities.
In the original story, the protagonist used a similar method to successfully communicate with an ancient god from a past timeline. However, due to the constraints of universal rules, even successful communication resulted in minimal real-world impact. Otherwise, the world's timeline would have spiraled into chaos.
This limitation reassured Lynn. Even if something unexpected occurred, he could sever the connection and stop any external interference.
With all preparations complete, Lynn retrieved the final item—a blood-red candle.
When lit, the candle's flame emitted faint sounds of weeping and wailing, creating an eerie atmosphere.
He almost forgot the final step.
“From this moment, I declare myself the most loyal follower of Yveste, the Witch of the End!”
Lynn activated the Lie Eater, inducing a self-suggestive state of unwavering devotion.
His previously tense emotions instantly transformed into a solemn reverence, as if he were a pilgrim trembling before a divine presence.
Kneeling on the ground, Lynn bowed respectfully toward the thorn-wrapped heart in the center of the array. Holding the candle, he began reciting the prayer as described in the original story.
“Shadow of despair at the end of the River of Death, supreme existence that hunts gods, the Witch of the End who brings destruction and ruin...”
“You are the terminus, the finality, a will far greater than all creation, a symbol of chaos and calamity...”
“I beseech you, I beseech you...”
“Grant your power to this ritual. Imprint your will upon my mind...”
At that moment, the crystalline box containing the Relic emitted a faint sound.
The room was filled with a strange resonance as the ritual materials began to hum.
“Buzz—!!!”
The magical stones and Extraordinary components glowed brilliantly, their light intermingling. An inexplicable chill swept through the room, and though Lynn didn’t perceive any tangible changes, he felt an unmistakable presence focus its gaze on him.
A cold sweat broke out across his body as his instincts screamed at him to stay still. Despite this, his lips continued reciting the prayer without pause.
The oppressive sensation lingered for an eternity.
Then, an inexplicable force pulled at his consciousness, as if trying to extract his soul from his body.
Something was wrong. This wasn’t in the original story.
Lynn hurriedly extinguished the candle, hoping to interrupt the ritual. But even as the flame died, the force persisted, growing stronger.
In desperation, Lynn commanded, "Lie Eater, disengage!"
Momentarily, the force seemed to waver as though disrupted by an invisible rule.
Relieved, Lynn exhaled—but his relief was short-lived.
Suddenly, the pull intensified tenfold, overpowering him and dragging his consciousness away with an irresistible force.
The sensation was akin to being clenched by a massive invisible hand and yanked upward from the depths of the ocean. His entire being was weightless as time and space blurred into streaks of color, flying past him at impossible speeds.
He was crossing through time, hurtling toward an unknown destination.
How long had it been?
A year? A decade?
Perhaps only a single second.
When Lynn regained his senses, he found himself in an entirely unfamiliar place.
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