Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

When the Doomsday Witch uttered the first few titles, Lynn hadn't reacted yet, only feeling that something was amiss.

But when she spoke the last sentence, the nature of the matter completely changed.

What?

I went and killed the Lord of Billion Stars?

Lynn was stunned.

It was like being pulled onto the track on your first day learning athletics, only to have Bolt come facing you. To your surprise, he says he's just the starter and your real opponent is Barry Allen from Central City.

He wished he could slap himself.

How cheap is that?

Miss Witch didn't even mention setting up an Ascension Trial for you, just an extra question.

Lynn thought with a rigid expression.

To step back ten thousand steps,

Even if he now forcibly cheated and possessed the power to instantly kill a deity,

But a person and a god residing in different dimensions, he might traverse the entire continent and still not find Him, thinking of killing where there's no place to kill.

So, this is nothing but a pipe dream.

Watching Lynn, now sweating profusely, the previously calm-faced Miss Witch subtly lifted the corners of her mouth into a slight smile.

"I originally thought you were just a mortal who didn't know the vastness of heaven and earth," she said, her red lips parting lightly, "but now it seems, you're not completely fearless."

Feeling Miss Witch's sense of mischief, Lynn took a deep breath.

He decided to retract his first impression of the Doomsday Witch.

It seemed that even after a hundred thousand years, with such a deep life experience, she still hadn't managed to change some of her bad characteristics.

Speaking of which, why the Lord of Billion Stars again?

This guy seemed to have quite a fate with him.

After all, his predecessor was previously a follower of His, having belonged to the Heavenly Principle Church.

However, due to the incident known as the "Nobles' Shame," his predecessor and the family had fallen from grace and became God Forsaken.

Although now it appears, all this was schemed by the Mosgla family and the Heavenly Principle Church as the leading nobles.

That high and mighty deity might not even be aware of such trivial matters.

Lynn didn't know much about family affairs.

But thinking about it, according to the original text, the Archbishop of the Heavenly Principle Church was actually a supporter behind the Second Prince, while his predecessor's father was a staunch royalist, unwilling to intervene in the King's election.

Perhaps, the contradiction was triggered from here.

For a moment, Lynn's thoughts were all over the place.

Looking at his face changing unpredictably, the Doomsday Witch frowned slightly, thinking that this guy was really starting to consider the feasibility of killing a god.

She didn't regard Lynn as any normal person.

What normal person would pray to her stockings, repeatedly professing to become her loyal disciple?

"Forget the previous request," Miss Witch said lightly, "What's coming next is the trial I truly need you to complete."

"Do you know where the power of the deities truly comes from?"

Her voice was cold and pleasing.

Seemingly feeling a bit uncomfortable, the Doomsday Witch waved her hand casually.

In an instant, a velvet chair, somewhat familiar to Lynn, materialized beside her.

She sat crossed-legged on it, her pale, delicate toes lightly touching the ground.

Lynn snapped back to reality, responding, "The Power of Faith."

Hearing this, the Doomsday Witch nodded slightly: "Correct."

"The so-called Power of Faith," she explained, "is formed by the spiritual will of countless devout believers. It serves both as an anchor and as a source of conversion for Divine Power. That is why the gods select agents in the Human Realm, establish churches, and spread the gospel—to garner belief in them."

"However, this power does not originate from the gods themselves."

"Though immensely potent, it is not without drawbacks."

Upon hearing this, Lynn had a realization and his eyes swiveled, "Do you mean... that if all the followers of the Heavenly Principle Church were eliminated, then the gods would lose their source of power and could fall from grace at any moment?"

"..."

The Doomsday Witch seemed to be choked by Lynn's "brilliant" scheme and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, she closed her eyes, "In a sense, yes." For instance, during war-torn years, when weaker nations were ravaged by invaders, the tyrants could easily commit acts of mass murder.

It wasn't necessarily because they were that brutal, but rather, it involved contests among deities.

After a large number of believers perish in a short time, the divine power of a god would substantially wane, leaving them vulnerable to enemies.

But the Heavenly Principle Church was different.

Apart from the Saint Laurent Empire, the church also had a considerable number of followers in other countries, millions in total—how could one possibly kill them all?

It was simply not feasible.

Seeing the Doomsday Witch suddenly fall silent, Lynn offered an awkward smile, "My apologies, please continue."

The cold woman with white hair and red pupils glanced at him and slowly stated, "There are two things I need you to do."

"The first thing, I need you to hunt down at least a hundred Transcendents from the Heavenly Principle Church, none below Second Rank."

Lynn's face darkened.

Just the first task was tough enough.

He was only First Rank at the moment. Even with the Divine-given factor of "Doomsday" faith and system assistance, he could only hope to fight across ranks a little.

Against a hundred people, just one attacking him directly could be overwhelming.

And to pick them off one by one, who knows how long it would drag on.

Moreover, Ivyst would never allow it.

So the hunting must happen in secrecy.

This would only slow the progress further.

Seeing that Lynn remained silent, the Doomsday Witch didn't mind and continued, "The second thing, I need you to weaken the populace's belief in the Lord of Billion Stars to some extent."

"Weaken... belief?"

The Doomsday Witch nodded lightly, "Weakening their faith is tantamount to weakening the Divine origin power."

Lynn was confused, "But belief is intangible, how can I weaken it?"

"That is for you to figure out."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Doomsday Witch's voice grew slightly colder.

Seeing this, he sighed, "Can you tell me why I need to do these two things?"

"An experiment."

"Experiment?"

Borrowing the words you used before," the Doomsday Witch gently lifted her white wrist, observing her slender fingers, "as long as the inertia from the past is strong enough, fate is not unchangeable."

"I want you to try weakening His origin power ten thousand years ago to see if it could affect His future."

"Not much is needed, just a trace."

Looking at the expression of the Doomsday Witch at that moment, Lynn asked, "Why?"

She didn't answer his question.

Instead, under Lynn's stunned gaze, she gently rolled up her lotus leaf-edged sleeve, revealing a section of her snowy, slender arm.

Lynn looked up and saw a scar there.

A scar... of a very strange appearance.