Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 58: Chosen of the End

The Witch’s arm was fair and delicate, an almost entrancing sight.

For such a powerful woman, her wrist was so slender, carrying a contrast that stirred a strange allure.

Noticing Lynn’s peculiar gaze, her eyes instantly turned icy. “What are you thinking?”

“Cough, nothing at all,” Lynn replied, hastily shifting his focus to the scar on her arm.

The scar had an unusual appearance—rough and jagged, as though it had been caused by a rupture in space itself.

Its edges emitted a faint red glow, a sign of the Witch’s innate power attempting to heal it.

However, every time the wound seemed to mend slightly, it would shatter again, like a cracked mirror breaking once more.

This endless cycle left the scar permanently unhealed.

What’s more, the interior of the wound wasn’t filled with blood, as Lynn had expected, but was instead pitch black.

Within the darkness, tiny points of starlight shimmered faintly, as if the wound opened into the vast, infinite cosmos.

Sensing Lynn’s curiosity, the Witch of the End spoke calmly. “This is called a Dimensional Rift. It’s Geotis’s signature move—and also his most troublesome one.”

The Master of a Billion Stars was this powerful?

Strong enough to leave a permanent scar on the legendary Witch of the End?

Lynn was stunned.

Seeing his reaction, the Witch frowned slightly. “At the time, I was fighting against eight gods, including the Mother of Abundance and the Tyrant Dragon, all by myself. If not for Geotis’s ambush from the shadows, I wouldn’t have been injured at all.”

“Besides, even then, I ripped off one of His arms as a parting gift.”

“If His power had been even slightly weaker back then, this wound wouldn’t exist now.”

Her uncharacteristic explanation seemed to stem from an unusual flicker of competitiveness, as if Lynn’s silence had prodded her to justify herself.

Fair enough.

It seemed the Witch of the End wasn’t one to back down from a challenge—even when it came to how she got injured.

It was clear now: Miss Witch was still the more impressive one here.

Lynn had pieced together the reasons behind her two trials.

Weakening faith, the indirect approach, would reduce the Master of a Billion Stars’ source power.

As for hunting the Divine Order Church’s Extraordinary members, it served the same purpose but was a more direct method.

After all, in terms of faith contribution, even the weakest First-Order Extraordinary provided as much power as a hundred ordinary people.

This explained why gods continually bestowed Divine Factors to strengthen their followers.

The Witch of the End wanted Lynn to use these actions, ten thousand years in the past, to weaken the force behind Geotis’s ambush.

Her aim wasn’t to completely change the outcome, just to slightly alter the intensity of that fateful strike and avoid the injury to her arm.

She didn’t need much—just the tiniest margin of change.

But considering the ten-thousand-year time span, Lynn realized that even the smallest change on her end would require much greater effort on his part.

After all, the world’s corrective forces were daunting.

Lynn fell silent, lost in thought, mulling over the feasibility of the plan.

Seeing this, the Witch of the End let out a soft sigh. “Come here.”

Lynn snapped back to reality and hesitated for a moment before slowly walking toward her.

Since she was sitting on the chair while Lynn was relatively tall, she had to tilt her head up slightly to look at him.

The Witch raised her hand slightly.

At first, it seemed she intended to place her hand on his forehead, but noticing how rigidly he stood, she frowned. “Kneel.”

Lynn obediently dropped to his knees.

As the faint scent of her presence enveloped him, he remained composed and took a subtle breath.

Then, a cool, soft sensation brushed against him.

He instinctively looked up and saw Yveste had extended her hand at some point, gently resting it on his forehead.

Wait, is she patting my heavenly altar?

Lynn had no idea why such a ridiculous thought popped into his head, but he was at a complete loss for words.

At the same time, a wave of strange power flowed into his mind.

It was cool and soothing, filling him with an almost miraculous sense of clarity and calm.

[Due to unknown factors, the Host has acquired a new Extraordinary ability.]

The system’s notification echoed in Lynn’s mind.

“Don’t overthink it. This is just an ordinary blessing,” the Witch of the End said indifferently. “Anyone who believes in me receives one.”

Why does that sound suspiciously defensive?

Out of curiosity, Lynn opened the system interface and found that under his list of Extraordinary abilities, there was indeed something new:

[Name: Chosen of the End]

[Rank: Fifth-Order]

[Effect: Passive Ability – You are favored by the Witch of the End.]

[Activation Condition: Faith in ‘The End.’]

[Upgrade Cost: Cannot be upgraded.]

You call this “Chosen” title an ordinary blessing?!

Lynn chuckled inwardly.

In general, being designated as a “Chosen” was an honor reserved for the most devout and powerful Extraordinary individuals favored by a god, and only one could exist under a single faith at any given time.

If she said it was ordinary, he’d play along and believe it.

Still, it seemed that even after a hundred thousand years, this woman’s habit of saying one thing and meaning another hadn’t changed.

The blessing was brief, lasting only a few seconds before the Witch of the End withdrew her hand.

She looked calmly at the kneeling Lynn. “Well, I’ll leave this matter to you.”

“I’ll do my best,” Lynn replied earnestly.

The Witch, however, didn’t seem satisfied. “Not your best—you must succeed.

“If my name is tarnished in any way, I’ll kill you.”

“...Understood.”

“Oh, and take this.”

As she spoke, the Witch pulled out a worn, yellowed parchment and tossed it to him.

“In the future, unless it’s something critically important, don’t perform the ritual. You can just write on this paper.”

When Lynn woke up again, he found himself lying on the cold floor of his room.

The ritual array he had drawn earlier had faded and lost its power entirely.

Slowly, he got up and covered the remnants with the carpet.

Letting out a deep sigh, he flopped onto the soft bed.

In just a matter of minutes, his life had undergone a complete upheaval.

He had not only reascended to the rank of Extraordinary but also become a follower of the Witch of the End.

And to top it off, he now carried two incredibly difficult tasks on his shoulders.

As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts swirled aimlessly.

What am I supposed to do? Pretend to be a Divine Order Church believer and… poop on the street to undermine their faith?

Ridiculous.

Lynn shook his head.

That said, the Witch of the End’s trials weren’t entirely unreasonable.

If he wanted revenge, he would inevitably have to confront the Divine Order Church’s archbishop.

Since they were bound to clash sooner or later, he might as well treat this as an early rehearsal.

Lynn mused silently.

The night was still young, and faint footsteps of maids occasionally echoed outside the window.

Just then, a soft knock came from the door.

“Master Lynn, um, may I come in for a moment?”

It was the maid, Nina.

Lynn got out of bed and opened the door, finding her standing there, arms full of items.

“What is it?” he asked casually.

Maid Nina offered the items in her arms to him. “M-Master Lynn, Miss Kesha asked me to deliver these to you. They’re an invitation from the Tyrius family and the outfit you’re supposed to wear for tomorrow night’s banquet.”

“Got it.”

After closing the door and returning to the bedside, Lynn casually tossed the box containing the outfit aside.

Instead, he picked up the invitation and examined it carefully.

Tyrius...

His expression turned pensive, and he fell into a thoughtful silence, lost in unknown thoughts.

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