Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 99: A Deal with the Devil

If gods are the compassionate beings standing high above the clouds, gazing down upon the world with mercy in their eyes,

then, in stark contrast, demons are the race that brings endless war and calamity to this land.

Like humans, demons also have their own nations and settlements, but chaos and evil saturate them. Cannibalism and internal strife are commonplace in their domains.

These are creatures born to disrupt order and destroy everything—a species inherently malevolent.

Naturally, at the pinnacle of such a race of wicked beings stand the sworn enemies of the gods:

Higher-Dimensional Demons.

Unlike humanity’s Extraordinary pathways, these demons draw their power from negative emotions, thriving on plunder and devouring as their sources of strength.

Many among them possess power rivaling even the gods.

Born in the primordial Age of Chaos, these demons originated from the abyss of magic, spreading corruption and curses across the world, ever covetous of all living beings.

To fend off their invasions, the Saint Roland Empire established a stronghold in the south, a battlefield to combat this fearsome foe.

Lynn took a deep breath as he stared at the words he had written on the piece of parchment.

This was his ultimate trump card, the last ace he could think of.

He was too weak, his strength not yet developed.

To turn the tide in his current dire and hopeless situation, he needed to resort to an unconventional, outside-the-box measure.

And the Greed Box before him was a deeply hidden clue.

From the moment he first encountered this Sealed Artifact, Lynn had conducted an in-depth study on it.

After poring over the artifact's detailed report, he began to piece together its origin.

According to Yveste, this wooden box might date back tens of thousands of years, all the way to the Age of Chaos.

That era predated even the birth of gods and demons, a dark and primitive time when the world was shrouded in ignorance, Extraordinary traits ran rampant, and natural laws were in turmoil.

Any beings that survived such an era were invariably twisted and monstrously powerful.

Thus, Lynn set his sights on it.

"If you really hail from the Age of Chaos and have been making deals with various entities since that time, you must have amassed quite a collection of the blood of mighty beings."

Lynn had no illusions about obtaining a drop of divine blood.

Given the Greed Box’s malevolent and chaotic nature, it likely avoided dealings with gods to evade their scrutiny, so the chance of it possessing divine blood was slim.

Moreover, he was a God-abandoned One.

Even if he somehow acquired a drop of divine blood, what god would deign to empower and aid him?

Then there was Yveste.

If not for the influence of the world’s corrective forces, which fated her to die at the hands of the original male protagonist, those gods would probably already be scrambling to kill her themselves.

Praying to these so-called merciful gods was, therefore, out of the question.

If they were truly watching the world, then why, during the Divine Order Church’s blood-siphoning tyranny in Orne City, did they not mete out divine punishment to wipe out those traitors?

Thus, his only option was to seek a deal with those greedy and ruthless demons.

“If it’s you, you’ll definitely be able to help me, right?”

Lynn stared intently at the blood-written words on the note, waiting to see if anything would happen.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Yet even after several minutes, the blood words remained unchanged.

Instead of frustration, Lynn felt a sense of relief.

If the Greed Box had truly rejected him, it would have reset the deal and rewritten the blood words.

The current "frozen" state suggested it was deliberating—a positive sign.

After a brief moment, the Greed Box finally reacted.

This time, something unexpected appeared on the note.

“Agreed.”

“?!”

Lynn’s heart raced as he saw the words, written in a far more human-like manner and a completely different style from previous transactions.

It seemed the intelligence within the Greed Box was far beyond his initial assumptions.

In the past, its responses had been largely a facade—pretending to be weak and harmless, likely due to its inability to see a way to regain its freedom.

But now, when Lynn sincerely wanted to make a deal, it seized the opportunity immediately.

To prevent the arrival of one demon, he would end up releasing another. Was this truly for the betterment of the world? Or worse?

But Lynn had no time to ponder such moral dilemmas.

“Snap!”

With a crisp sound, the small wooden box suddenly produced a translucent crystal, no larger than a fingernail.

Under the dim containment room lights, Lynn could see that the crystal encapsulated a droplet of lustrous purple blood, as round and flawless as a pearl.

Was it just his imagination?

He felt as if the droplet pulsed faintly, synchronized with the heartbeat of some distant existence.

Just looking at it for a brief moment made Lynn dizzy and disoriented.

He heard roars of anger and madness echoing in his ears, and a surge of uncontrollable irritation welled up within him.

Meanwhile, the words on the note changed once more.

“This is the blood of ‘Cruelty’s King,’ Cuxustain.”

“Lynn Bartleon, it’s now your turn to fulfill your promise.”

...

“Boom!!!”

With an earth-shattering roar, a pillar of light pierced through the underground ruins and the mountains, shooting straight into the heavens!

Hovering in mid-air, Yveste instinctively wanted to teleport away.

But the faces of her subordinates, waiting outside, flashed through her mind. She gritted her teeth and held her ground, anchoring herself like an immovable beacon in the sky.

At the same time, the Blood Gate, flowing with the River of the Dead behind her, expanded to its limit.

Its overwhelming pull and gravitational force attempted to drag the Wishing Jar through the gate.

Unfortunately...

After Archpriest Askin completed the vile prayer ritual at the cost of his life, the course of events had spiraled out of everyone's expectations and control, as if an untamed wild horse.

At this moment, the Wishing Jar hovered in mid-air, radiating a divine-like black light.

Even more shocking, the smiling female face on the jar abruptly twisted into a venomous, malevolent expression.

The tightly shut eyes on the face began to open slowly, their power growing exponentially with each passing second.

Two streaks of black, blood-like tears flowed from the corners of the eyes.

It was as though... as though the face mourned the tragic fates of its followers, consumed by both sorrow and hatred.

For reasons she could not explain, Yveste found herself momentarily dazed as she gazed at the grief-stricken and wrathful face.

The next instant, the voice she least wanted to hear once again echoed in her mind.

"Your third wish has been received."

"Now, I shall destroy this nation for you."

The voice remained as cold and venomous as ever.

But this time, it carried a faint trace of human-like emotion, a nuance previously absent.

"Glub... glub... glub..."

Suddenly, a dense, viscous bubbling sound drowned out the murmurs and wails that had filled Yveste’s mind.

From the small opening of the Wishing Jar, an enormous volume of black sludge erupted furiously, spilling over in torrents.

As soon as the black sludge met the air, it expanded instantly, transforming in moments into a vast black ocean that surged with unstoppable momentum, threatening to engulf the entire underground ruins and beyond.

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