The witch's arm was very white and beautiful.
Despite being such a powerful woman, her wrists were so slender, creating a sowhat heart-stirring contrast.
It seed she noticed Lynn's strange gaze, for the Doomsday Witch's eyes suddenly turned extrely cold, "What are you thinking?"
"Cough cough, nothing."
Lynn averted his gaze, focusing on the scar.
It was an odd-looking wound, terribly uneven, as if it were a crack produced by the shattering of space.
The edges of the scar glowed faintly red, revealing the witch's own efforts to heal herself.
But each ti it healed a little, the scar would fracture again, like a shattered mirror.
The cycle repeated endlessly, never fully healing.
Moreover, the interior of the wound wasn't the bloody ss that Lynn had expected, but was instead a pitch-black base.
Amidst the darkness, there were also faint dots of starlight, as if it led to a vast and boundless universe.
Sensing Lynn's confusion, the Doomsday Witch said indifferently, "This is called a Dinsional Rift, Kiaosty's most adept and troubleso technique."
Had the Lord of Billion Stars beco so powerful?
To leave an incurable wound on the legendary Doomsday Witch?
Lynn was stunned.
Seeing his expression, the Doomsday Witch frowned slightly, "At that ti, I single-handedly confronted eight deities, including the Fertility Mother Goddess and the Dragon of Tyranny. Had It not attacked from the shadows, I would have been impossible to wound."
"Moreover, even then, I ripped off one of Its arms as a return gift."
"If Its power had been just a bit weaker at that mont, this wound would no longer exist."
Lynn's silence seed to kindle the witch's competitive spirit, prompting her to explain, a rare occurrence.
Alright then.
By that account, the witch was still amazing.
And Lynn also ca to understand her reason for setting up these two trials.
Weakening the Power of Faith goes without saying, as an indirect thod, it could reduce the Lord of Billion Stars' origin power.
As for hunting down the Heavenly Principle Church's Transcendents, it also aid to weaken the Power of Faith.
However, this was a direct thod.
After all, even the weakest First Rank Transcendent was worth a hundred ordinary people in terms of providing the Power of Faith.
This was one of the reasons deities continually bestowed the Divine-given factor, to enhance the strength of their own Transcendents.
The Doomsday Witch's actions intended to reduce the impact of the Lord of Billion Stars' stealthy strike by using Lynn's maneuvers from a hundred thousand years ago, thus changing the outco of her injured arm.
Not much was needed, just the slightest bit would suffice.
But to go back a hundred thousand years, for Lynn, might not be a matter of just that little bit.
After all, the world's correcting power was terrifying.
Lynn fell silent and began to ponder deeply about the feasibility of this task.
Seeing this, the Doomsday Witch sighed lightly, "Co here."
Snapping out of his thoughts after a few seconds of hesitation, Lynn slowly walked towards her.
With her sitting in a chair and Lynn not being short, he had to look down at her.
The Doomsday Witch raised her hand slightly.
She intended to place her hand on Lynn's forehead, but seeing him stand so stiffly, she frowned, "Kneel."
Lynn obediently did so.
Feeling the refreshing fragrance close at hand, he inhaled lightly, unfazed.
Just then, he felt a delicate and cool soft touch.
Subconsciously looking up, he saw Ivyst's hand had quietly covered his forehead at so point.
You're touching my Tiānpúsà?
In that instant, with no idea what to say, this sohow fitting sarcastic remark popped into Lynn's mind.
At the sa ti, as luck would have it, he suddenly felt a strange power surge into his mind.
It was a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
[Due to unknown factors, host has mastered a new Extraordinary Ability.]
The system's notification sounded.
"Don't overthink it, this is just a normal blessing," the Doomsday Witch said lightly, "All who worship receive it."
Why does it feel like a case of protesting too much?
Lynn subconsciously opened the system and indeed discovered a new Ability in the Extraordinary Ability category.
Na: Eternal Chosen
Rank: Fifth Rank
Effect: Passive ability, you will gain the favor of the Doomsday Witch.
Activation Condition: Faith in "Doomsday"
Upgrade Requirent: Unable to upgrade
You call divine favor an ordinary blessing?
Lynn couldn't help but laugh.
Generally speaking, the Chosen were titles given to powerful Transcendents most favored by gods in the world, and within the sa faith, there could only be one.
She really said so, and he really listened.
But unexpectedly, even after a hundred thousand years, this woman's habit of saying one thing and aning another still hadn't changed.
Blessings co fast and go fast.
A few seconds later, the Doomsday Witch gently withdrew her hand.
She looked calmly at Lynn, who was kneeling on the ground. "Then, I leave this matter to you."
"I will do my utmost."
Lynn sincerely replied.
However, it seed she was not quite satisfied. "Not 'do my utmost,' but 'must achieve it.'
"If you damage the reputation of the Doomsday Witch, I will kill you."
"...Yes."
"Also, take this."
While speaking, the Doomsday Witch took out an old, yellowed piece of sheepskin and tossed it to Lynn.
"If it's nothing particularly important next ti, don't perform the ritual. Just write on this paper."
...
When Lynn woke up again, he found himself lying on the cold floor of his own room.
The ritual array he had drawn before was now faint and indistinct, having completely lost its function.
Lynn slowly got up and used a carpet to cover the traces.
Then, he sighed and lay on the soft bed.
It had only been a brief ten minutes or so, yet the changes he underwent were earth-shattering.
Not only had he been reinstated as a Transcendent, but he had also beco a follower of the Doomsday Witch.
Last of all, he had been saddled with two exceedingly difficult missions.
Up to this point, Lynn still had no idea what to do.
Was he supposed to pretend to be a follower of the Heavenly Principle Church and defecate in the street to lower people's faith in the Church?
That was far-fetched.
Lynn shook his head.
But to be fair, the trial given to him by the Doomsday Witch wasn't unacceptably hard.
If he wanted revenge, he inevitably had to confront the Archbishop of the Heavenly Principle Church.
Since it was a confrontation bound to happen sooner or later, he might as well take it as a rehearsal now.
Lynn thought quietly to himself.
The night was not yet deep, and occasionally, the sound of a maid walking with muted steps could be heard from outside the window.
It was then that a faint knock sounded at the door.
"Master Lynn, um, may I disturb you for a mont?"
It was the voice of Nina, the maid.
Lynn got out of bed and opened the door, finding her standing at the doorway with a heap of things in her arms.
"What's up?"
Lynn asked casually.
Nina handed over the items in her arms: "Master Lynn, Miss Kasha sent to give this to you, it's an invitation from the Tierus family, and there are also the garnts you need to wear for the banquet tomorrow night."
"I got it."
Closing the door and returning to the side of the bed, Lynn casually threw the box with the garnts aside and picked up the invitation to look at it more closely.
Tierus...
He suddenly fell silent, as if lost in thought about sothing.
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