Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 85: I Want You to Use Every Means to Please Me

Dusk fell.

Lynn sat at his desk, staring gravely at the aged parchment lying atop it. Ever since leaving Yveste's side, he had returned straight to his room to retrieve this item.

Although the Witch had handed him the parchment as he left the Pantheon last time, she hadn’t given him specific instructions on how to use it.

I suppose you just write directly on it, right?

With that thought, Lynn picked up a fountain pen. After a moment of contemplation, he began writing:

"Dear Lady Witch,

Regarding the two trials you set last time, I’ve already completed one. Not only did I dismantle the Divine Order Church’s faith network in Orne City, but I also killed a bishop and burned the entire church to the ground.

Of course, I’m not mentioning this because I think I’ve done anything remarkable or to claim credit, nor do I seek rewards from you. As your devout follower, this is merely my duty, so there’s no need for you to dwell on it.

My main question is whether the fate inertia I caused has successfully influenced the future. Has the scar on your arm vanished as a result?

I hope you can shed some light on this."

When Lynn reached this point, he set his pen down and observed the parchment, which remained unresponsive. A flicker of doubt arose in his heart.

Does it have to follow a formal letter format?

Deciding to give it a try, he added a line at the beginning:

"To the Witch of the End, Miss Yveste, 100,000 years into the future."

This time, the parchment finally reacted. The ink he had written with underwent an inexplicable transformation, rapidly vanishing into the paper. In just seconds, the parchment had returned to its original state.

Did the message go through?

Lynn couldn’t help but feel curious.

And so began a long wait.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

By the time ten minutes had passed, Lynn’s face had darkened as he realized he’d likely been left on “read” by that woman.

How bizarre.

The current Yveste would do everything in her power to keep him tied to her. Yet, the future Witch of the End seemed utterly indifferent, her cold and world-weary gaze still etched in Lynn’s memory.

He gritted his teeth, his mind brimming with sarcastic thoughts.

Left me on read, huh? Trying to act all aloof and goddess-like? Fine, two can play this game.

With that, he picked up his pen again and continued writing:

"Regarding the prayer ritual array, I’ve recently discovered several optimization points through my research. However, the previous relic seems to be nearing its limit, which has been a source of frustration for me.

Fortunately, my latest actions went rather smoothly. So, besides awarding me a sealed artifact, you also promised to fulfill one wish of mine.

Out of devotion to you, I’d very much like to see you again, and I plan to use my wish to request a new relic.

Furthermore, based on my observations, the closer a relic is to your person and the more imbued it is with your life essence, the better its prayer effects and longer its preservation period.

So this time, I intend to ask your present-day self for an item of—"

“BANG—!!!”

Before he could finish writing, a terrifying suction force enveloped him. In the blink of an eye, Lynn felt his consciousness pulled violently out of his body.

Think you can outwit me?

Gazing at the familiar Pantheon before him, Lynn grinned mischievously.

At the same time, a notification appeared before his eyes:

[S-tier storyline character “Witch of the End · Yveste” storyline deviation increased by 0.20%.]

[Due to the special nature of this character in the current timeline, reward points will be calculated at 10x.]

It seemed his guess was correct. Every 1% increase in Yveste's storyline deviation corresponded to a 0.1% change on his end.

Still too little.

With that thought, Lynn looked into the distance, where the white-haired, crimson-eyed Witch of the End sat on the edge of the temple steps, wearing the same tattered black gown as always.

For a moment, he wondered if it was just his imagination.

He noticed that the once numerous chains of order binding her seemed to have diminished in number.

Sensing the familiar presence of a human, the Witch of the End raised her gaze toward him.

"You're quite bold," she said icily, her tone betraying her displeasure at what Lynn had written in the letter. After all, the present-day Yveste and the future Witch of the End were essentially two entirely different people, both in personality and memory. The past Yveste’s madness and obsession had given way to the apathy and composure born of ten millennia of experience.

For this current incarnation of the Witch, reenacting Yveste's erratic actions—like removing her stockings in front of subordinates—was utterly out of the question. As a divine being, she could hardly tolerate the thought of him using her personal items in his prayers, let alone allowing such audacity to go unchecked.

"Forgive me; I simply wanted to see you again, which is why I resorted to this underhanded method," Lynn said with a sigh.

The Witch of the End studied him coldly for a moment before closing her eyes. "That said... the results of the second trial I set for you aren’t bad."

As she spoke, the Witch of the End slowly rolled up her tattered sleeve, revealing a slender and pale arm. The dimensional rift that once spanned the entire length of her arm appeared to have mostly healed. However, a faint, jagged black scar remained, winding its way across her wrist like a lingering wound.

Not completely healed?

Lynn frowned deeply. Was his manipulation of fate’s inertia still too weak to fully address the issue?

"Don't blame yourself," she said suddenly, seemingly sensing his discontent. "As far as I can tell, you’ve already achieved the best result possible given the circumstances."

After all, Lynn had eradicated the entirety of Orne City’s faith network, burning the Divine Order Church to the ground in the process. With no remaining sources of faith to diminish, he had indeed done all that could be done.

"So, I’ll reward you," she declared.

With those words, three crimson Divine Factors appeared in the Witch of the End's palm, glowing with a mesmerizing brilliance. However, just as she prepared to embed them into Lynn’s body, her expression shifted slightly, as though she had detected something unusual.

"You’ve already ignited nine Divine Factors, reaching the limit of the first rank?" she asked, a trace of surprise in her otherwise calm voice.

"That’s a personal little secret of mine," Lynn replied cautiously. "Could I ask you not to press me further?"

He had known from the beginning that it was impossible to hide this from the Witch. Her divine gaze would easily pierce through any concealment relics or abilities. Fortunately, Lynn was familiar with her temperament. Whether you called it indifference or cynicism, she was unlikely to force him to answer, unlike Yveste, whose madness would have her stomping on his head to extract the truth.

As expected, after a brief silence, the Witch of the End let the matter drop without further inquiry.

Lynn assumed she would choose an alternative means of rewarding him. After all, he was sorely lacking quality relics and equipment at the moment. However, to his surprise, the Witch simply waved her hand, and the three Divine Factors shot into his body.

The glowing streams surged forward. Before Lynn could react, a familiar surge of impact and heat overtook him. Suddenly, he felt a dramatic change within!

Contrary to his fears of being overwhelmed by the excess Divine Factors, his body didn’t burst apart. Instead, as the new Divine Factors entered his dark and barren inner world, they seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, converging on three of the factors he already possessed.

To his astonishment, two of the factors began to twist and merge before his very eyes, fusing into a completely new Divine Factor!

It can work like this?!

Even after having read the original novel, Lynn couldn’t recall anything as outrageous as what had just occurred.

The newly fused three Divine Factors were significantly larger than the remaining six, and their crimson glow was noticeably more radiant, as though they had been enhanced.

Confused, Lynn glanced at the Witch of the End. Seeing his expression, she responded indifferently, "As you can see, the Divine Factors I bestow can become stronger through continuous fusion. Of course, with your current physique, strengthening three is already your limit. If you wish to strengthen them further, you’ll need to temper your body to withstand the process."

Lynn sharply inhaled. In the original story, he had thought the male protagonist’s ability to endlessly increase his Divine Factors was already broken enough. He hadn’t expected the Witch of the End to one-up that mechanic.

To illustrate, with the same number and type of Divine Factors, Lynn’s powers—fueled by his devotion to “The End”—were already three to four times more effective than a normal person's. If these Divine Factors could be exponentially enhanced, his abilities would become overwhelming.

Does this mean I’m the true protagonist destined by fate?

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Lynn’s expression grew contemplative. This revelation necessitated a change in strategy. Upon advancing to a higher rank, he could max out his Divine Factors via the system, then use the new ones earned from completing the Witch’s trials to reinforce the existing ones.

However, as the Witch mentioned, he’d need a stronger body to handle the upgraded factors. If only I could draw an ability to enhance my physique...

Lynn pondered silently. The points he had accumulated were sufficient for another ability draw, though he had been holding off, waiting to acquire a relic to boost his luck first. It seemed he’d have to rely on the “all-powerful Lanny-Dora” for help tomorrow.

With his future plans becoming clearer, Lynn asked, “Lady Witch, do you have another trial for me?”

He hadn’t yet completed the previous trial to hunt 100 Extraordinary members of the Divine Order Church, which was proving to be a long-term endeavor. Still, he was eager for a new challenge. Completing more trials meant more opportunities to strengthen his Divine Factors, bringing him closer to his ultimate goal: freedom from the Witch’s grasp.

Lynn expected her to assign another task to dismantle the Church or target some other faction. However, her reaction surprised him. A fleeting glimmer of something unreadable passed through her crimson eyes.

“What is the exact date in your current timeline?” she asked after a pause.

Lynn frowned, considering. “I’m not entirely sure, but based on the timeline, it should be the eve of your return to the Imperial Capital.”

"......"

The Witch’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible gesture. So, it’s already that time...

A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes, though her expression remained calm. She spoke softly, “Afia and the others... how are they doing now?”

Lynn was momentarily puzzled by the sudden mention of her subordinates but answered honestly, “They’re fine, though they seemed rather dejected after failing a recent mission.”

“I see...” The Witch murmured to herself.

A prolonged silence followed. Minutes passed before she slowly rose, her bare, alabaster feet stepping forward. Lifting her tattered black gown slightly, the chains of order around her dragged across the floor as she ascended the steps of the Pantheon. She reached the very top, standing with her back to him, staring at the colossal statues of the gods above.

For some reason, Lynn found her silhouette in that moment strikingly melancholic.

After a long pause, she finally spoke. “There is something I need you to do.”

“What is it?” Lynn held his breath, awaiting her response.

Without turning around, she stood at the summit, her figure exuding an air of both majesty and sorrow. Then, in a voice so faint it seemed to drift on the wind, she said:

“I want you... to use every means at your disposal... to please me.”

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