Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 118 - 118 22 The Witch in Agony

118: Chapter 22 The Witch in Agony 118: Chapter 22 The Witch in Agony In the north foothills of Fire Island, there’s a winding stretch of headlands.

dea stood in the shallows, her delicate feet sinking into the fine, soft, white sand as waves splashed against her fair calves.

Even in the cold seawater, the burst of her Fla Ability wouldn’t reach dangerous high temperatures in a short ti.

Aske cautiously touched her face, then recoiled like a bolt of lightning.

dea just felt a buzz in her brain, as if an endless tide of negative emotions surged up.

This ti, her consciousness didn’t fall into a coma as it did during previous bursts, yet so mories sealed deep within her mind resurfaced in her brain.

“Do you understand?” a female voice asked in her mind.

“So…

that’s how it is,” dea replied.

“Next, leave it to ,” said the female voice.

In front of Aske, dea, standing in the water, began to burn.

Flas rose from her feet, the seawater unable to quench them.

The reaction between water and fire released a scorching white vapor and smoke.

“Hehehe…” dea, with her head hung low, let out a hysterical laughter.

“Who are you?” Aske was certain that the person before him wasn’t dea herself.

It must be her so-called alternate personality.

“dea.” She lifted her head with a strange smile, parting her hair to reveal eyes that seed to blaze with peculiar flas, “You see, I am dea.”

“I thought you’d take a new na for yourself after your personality split,” Aske said indifferently.

“You’re mistaken, I’m not her alternate personality.” Her lips twisted into a sinister smile, like that of a devil, “I am just her…”

“…dark side.”

“Dark side?” Aske asked.

The flas surrounding dea grew even more fierce, boiling the water around her, and Aske was forced to step back onto a rock.

“Do you know?” dea tilted her head to look at him, “The Main Sequence for a normal Enchanting Demon Bloodline should be Desire.”

“But , from the mont I was born, my Main Sequence has always been Flas.”

“From your birth.” Aske frowned, “You were born a Transcendent?”

“Yes.” dea twirled a strand of her crimson hair with her finger, “A Transcendent of Fla V.”

“Magic Potions of any Sequence only go up to IV,” Aske pointed out.

“No, it’s not a Magic Potion.” dea sneered, seeming bored, “So, even you only have such an understanding of power?”

“I understand,” Aske said gravely, “It’s Purgatory.”

“Your birth has been tainted by the Purgatory Will.”

“Huh?” dea fixed her gaze on him, “You know of the Purgatory Will?

Then do you know the origin of the Purgatory Will?”

“Pain,” Aske responded, “The essence of the Netherworld is sorrow, of the Abyss is despair.”

“And the essence of Purgatory is pain.”

“Ah…” dea seed to sigh, “Indeed, among many emotions, only the most intense negative ones can sink to the bottom of the Subconscious Ocean.”

“The Netherworld, Purgatory, and the Abyss are planes ford from the accumulation of massive negative emotions that have sunk to the depths over ti.”

Aske pondered this.

The various aspects of the three major planes had already been thoroughly explored by forum players.

These planes, made of negative emotions, occasionally collide and overlap with the Main Plane.

For instance, when the Netherworld descends, the Night Watchn speak of it as a Mutant event, while players refer to it as a random plot instance.

Of course, overlapping doesn’t always lead to mutants.

Sotis, the three great planes might just brush against the Main Plane, leaking a trace of their essence.

This trace of essence could give rise to intelligence and turn into strange and terrifying monsters;

it could also transform into cursed items, possessing special Extraordinary Abilities and strong negative effects;

or it might attach to a human, resulting in an enhancent of Extraordinary Powers and extre personality traits.

On a very small chance, these essences might attach themselves to just-born NPCs or newly created player accounts, which players call “contamination.”

Contamination can be both good and bad.

The good part is that it bestows a High Sequence Extraordinary Ability.

For example, before he crossed over, he knew a team player who used an account contaminated by the Abyss called “Abyss’ Son,” born at Lv.5 with the ability of Shadow V, whereas the highest level attainable through regular use of Shadow Potion was only IV.

The guy’s nickna was Shadow King, ridiculously strong in the absence of light, able to exert 300% fighting capability.

The side effect was that when exposed to direct light, he would receive a negative status called “Depression,” with a 60% reduction in Reaction Speed.

As a result, the entire team’s strategy was built around him, creating dark environnts artificially, earning the nickna “The Blind Team.”

Because during their live broadcasts, the screen would often suddenly go dark, forcing the director to switch frantically to night vision mode.

To counter this, opposing teams had to use things like flashbangs and light-related Sequence Abilities, and then suddenly in night vision mode, a bright light blinded the audience…

“Purgatory Will contamination led you to be born with the Extraordinary Ability of Fla V,” Aske said gravely, “What’s the side effect?”

“It’s ,” dea said with a smile.

“A split personality?” Aske asked.

That doesn’t seem like a side effect, does it?

No, it’s pain,” dea smiled beautifully, but her smile contained a sadistic pleasure, “I can draw power from pain, and only from pain.”

Aske understood what she ant: probably when the enemies around her were injured, she could gain so type of buff.

If not injured for a while, her fla damage would be pathetically low.

“What about androphobia?” Aske asked.

“That’s her nightmare, the source of her prolonged suffering,” dea said with a laugh, “she is in constant pain because of how her mother was humiliated, and just happens to have an innate ability to draw power from suffering.

Her continuous pain kept increasing her Fla Ability, far exceeding her Spirituality’s tolerance.”

“Therefore, she had no choice but to seal these mories to avoid being consud by the flas of inner tornt one day.

And I am a fragnt of her personality, deliberately split off to house these mories and control the flas.”

Aske: …

Willing to endure and even enjoy the pain?

Isn’t that just…

that?!

So, what dea did was separate the S&M parts of her personality along with the fear of n, giving rise to a split personality, and sealed it all together with those mories.

Thus, the main personality didn’t have to bear the discomfort of pain, while the split personality took pleasure in it and could continuously draw energy from the pain…

dea, you’re quite the vixen!

Such cunning tactics, it’s just like a textbook for Mind Ability Users.

No wonder she was so strong after she burst, the Heaven Mountain instance from the foothill to the summit, her Fla Ability seemingly inexhaustible, who knows how much pain and emotion she had absorbed from childhood to reach such intensity.

“So to say,” Aske nodded, “She doesn’t have to worry about conflicts between her main and split personalities because this was all part of her plan.”

“Yes,” dea’s split personality said with a smile, “She also sealed the mories concerning , which is why she doesn’t rember my existence now, but…”

“But what?” Aske asked.

“But I really want to see you, Aske,” the split personality said eagerly, her eyes burning with fervor as if to etch him in her irises, “Hehe…

It’s the very first ti she’s been around a man for so long since she was little…”

“If I rember correctly, you should be the part of her personality that extrely hates n.” Aske said cautiously.

“That’s right, your very existence is utterly revolting to ,” the split personality revealed a ferocious smile, “Your voice pricks my nerves every ti you speak.

Your breath feels filthy, and just by standing in front of , you cause nearly unbearable pain…”

“And all this suffering, and you personally…”

“Bring so much pleasure…” Her cheeks flushed scarlet, her gaze growing increasingly hazy.