Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"Miss Milani," Lynn lay on the hospital bed, "you say... how can one make a woman have an unforgettable, deep impression of you?"

Hearing this, the brown-haired young girl who was conducting a physical examination on him stopped her movements.

She glanced at Lynn and then showed a hint of concern, "I know my body is very attractive to you, but this matter is still a bit too early."

"No one is aroused by your body."

Lynn remarked.

"Impolite little fellow."

Milani rolled her eyes unhappily, reverting to her usual laziness.

She picked up a certain device from the side and began measuring something on Lynn's head.

"It's strange," she mused as she worked, "after you, I tried with fifteen other test subjects and not a single one was successfully hypnotized."

"Could it be that your case is non-replicable?"

Milani looked puzzled.

In a sense, she had guessed correctly.

After all, those convicts didn't have the Lie Swallowing, a cheat-like godly skill.

Lynn curled his lip inwardly.

They continued to chat sporadically like this.

Lynn lay still from beginning to end, cooperating with her physical examination.

"I almost forgot, Princess asked me to give this to you."

Halfway through the check-up, Milani seemed to suddenly remember something and threw a small bottle to Lynn.

Lynn lay on the hospital bed and caught the bottle, noticing a green light spot inside that resembled a firefly.

He was immediately stunned.

"This is..."

"Yes," Milani nodded, "this is the latest research achievement from the No. 8 Research Institute, a Divine-given factor with the original owner's brand erased."

"I think you should be quite familiar with it."

Lynn fell into silence.

He was indeed very familiar with it.

After all, the incident where he became a God Forsaken was orchestrated by the Mosgla family themselves.

He was even one hundred percent certain that the person who had personally stripped the Divine-given factor from his body, the Archbishop of the Heavenly Principle Church, was also one of the conspirators.

Actually, in the days after his transmigration, he had been somewhat perplexed.

What exactly about the Bartleion family was so covet-worthy that they would attack like hungry wolves?

Perhaps he would only know the truth on the day he successfully took his revenge.

"For the sake of getting this thing, Her Highness has expended quite a lot of resources," Milani said with emphasis, "Perhaps in your eyes, her usual way of doing things seems a bit domineering, but in the end, she really values you."

I'd rather not have this value.

Lynn scoffed inwardly.

Seeing that Lynn remained silent, Milani didn't say much more, only admonishing at the end, "This is a Divine-given factor from the 'Eye of the Soul' belief, and for now, it's the best choice you can accommodate."

"Different from the three main churches that are mainstream in the Empire, this belief is popular only in the Southern Continent's Sirunstat Republic, and its adherents are mostly scholars who love academic pursuits."

"Though relatively weak in combat, it can provide you with sharp thinking and exceptional memory. If you're considering technical research, it's a good direction."

"By the way, you know how to use it, right?"

"Of course," Lynn replied casually.

Actually, what difference does it make if he knew how to use it or not?

After all, he wasn't going to use this thing.

A real man should enjoy fighting!

Even now, Lynn had no intention of changing his goal.

He wanted to have the strongest Divine-given factor; then with his own power, flip the whole damn world on its head!

To achieve this goal, he needed to ensure the future Doomsday Witch would remember him forever, willingly letting him become a follower.

But it seemed he had to hurry.

Otherwise, having a Divine-given factor but being unable to become a Transcendent would arouse their suspicions.

Thinking so, Lynn sighed.

"By the way, Miss, in your opinion, what is the deepest emotion?" he asked casually, "Anger? Despair?"

Milani pondered for a moment, then smiled and shook her head, "Neither."

"Then what is it?"

Lynn was a bit puzzled.

"Anger and despair might be intense enough, but they will inevitably fade over time," Milani glanced at him, "Only that which remains fresh through the long wash of time can be considered the deepest."

"For instance, regret."

That's so like an adult, always so... wait a minute?

Lynn suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind.

He seemed to know how to make the future Doomsday Witch remember him forever.

"Miss, do you know much about potion study?"

"Are you underestimating me?"

...

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

Hearing the sound of the door being knocked, Princess Ivyst responded softly.

At the moment, after ending a day's work, she appeared exhausted, leaning against the velvet armchair by the window, legs crossed, fingertips twirling a glass of wine.

Her slender wrist gently swayed, making the crimson liquid in the glass flow in the moonlight.

Stripped of her indifference in front of others, Princess Ivyst seemed a bit softer.

She had changed out of her daytime attire, now wrapped in a somewhat thin white ribboned long dress, her black hair draped over her shoulders, looking both intelligent and elegant.

However, at the sight of that guy walking in, Ivyst's lips immediately curled into a familiar smile.

The intellect and elegance of a moment ago disappeared in an instant.

In its place had emerged a malevolence from deep within his bones.

Seeing Lynn come obediently to her bedroom, Ivyst was quite satisfied.

It seemed this fellow was becoming more compliant by the day.

Obedient dogs are the most adorable.

Thinking thus, Ivyst activated her extraordinary power and prepared to hypnotize Lynn with the Eye of the Soul mark in her palm as he drew near.

She wanted to know what he had been hiding that afternoon.

And how to establish a friendly relationship with Duke Tierus.

That was her most pressing concern at the moment.

The useless drunkards in the manor could not be relied upon, and her only hope turned out to be a seventeen-year-old youngster.

As Ivyst watched Lynn slowly approach, she readied herself to open her palm.

But just as she was about to do so,

the young man suddenly spoke, "Your Highness, I have an impertinent request."

...

"Your Highness, I have an impertinent request."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him, Lynn suddenly halted.

Seeing this, the hand that Ivyst had started to raise stopped mid-air.

Ivyst squinted her slender eyes, "What is it?"

"I remember you had a ring before that could detect lies," Lynn said, "the one you wore on your hand the day the Heavenly Principle Church visited."

Was she discovered?

But that was normal.

After all, she had never intended to hide it; it wasn't a secret.

Yet Ivyst was somewhat curious.

This fellow's demeanor tonight seemed somewhat different from usual.

It was as if... he was too composed, lacking his usual deliberately conveyed groveling.

Interesting.

Ivyst sipped her wine and asked indifferently, "There is such a ring, what about it?"

"I wish for you to wear it," Lynn suddenly bowed, "because I have some things to say, and I need you to personally discern their truth."

"That's fine."

Ivyst, too, was curious about what he was up to, so she didn't refuse.

She took out the ring, slid her delicate white ring finger into it, and put on the ring.

"Then, I shall begin."

Seeing that she had met his request, Lynn nodded.

Under Ivyst's gaze, he took a deep breath, "The first thing I want to say is... if you could have my whole-hearted assistance, there's at least a seventy percent chance that you could win the King's election."

The sudden statement made Ivyst's hand tremble slightly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She suddenly sat up straight, staring in astonishment at the young man before her.

The ring... showed no reaction.

That is to say, in his belief, this statement was absolutely true.

Although she didn't know how he arrived at the seventy percent chance or whether it was reliable,

given his previous impressive performance and quick thinking in times of crisis, Ivyst preferred to believe this was his accurate assessment of his own situation.

Even if it wasn't actually as high as seventy percent, for her—who originally had almost no chance of winning—it was already an extraordinary surprise.

But... why was he saying this all of a sudden?

Ivyst felt excited and yet confused.

After all, this was the first time Lynn had come clean to her.

According to her original plan, she hadn't dreamed that he would go this far.

However, Lynn didn't answer her question and continued, "The second thing I want to say is that from the first day I was captured until now, I have been thinking about freedom every moment."

The ring showed no reaction.

Ivyst's good mood immediately plummeted.

She was becoming unhappy.

"You..."

Just as she was about to say something, Lynn interrupted her again.

He suddenly smiled, "I have already said two things, Princess. In exchange, I hope you can say a sentence while wearing that ring."

"What sentence?"

Ivyst frowned.

"In my eyes, Lynn Bartleion is a human being with dignity, an independent individual, not a slave for others' entertainment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn saw Ivyst's eyes turn extremely cold in an instant.

A wave of invisible murderous intent radiated out.

"Are you threatening me?"

Ivyst's voice was ice-cold.

Lynn didn't respond to her question, and after seeing her reaction, he just shook his head lightly, "You're unwilling? In that case, I have a third thing to say."

"Ivyst, I've grown tired of you and your tedious game," Lynn suddenly adopted a nonchalant tone, "so, let's put an end to all this today."

With those words, he pulled a test tube from his pocket.

Under the light, an opaque colorless viscous liquid rippled inside.

"This is Water Ghost Poison Essence," Lynn explained calmly, "A normal human after taking it, would die of heart paralysis within a minute."

Seeing the undisturbed ring, and the young man's very unusual speech, Ivyst suddenly felt a foreboding sense of dread.

"What are you going to do?"

At the same time, countless thorns stealthily emerged, instantly rushing towards Lynn, seeking to restrain his movements.

But, ultimately, it was a step too late.

Looking at Ivyst, whose eyes now held a hint of bewilderment and tension, Lynn smiled.

"I want... to do this."

With that, he downed the liquid from the test tube in one gulp.