Chapter 601: Chapter 37 Jennifer Stands by Her Word_4
Whether from pride, anger, greed, envy, sloth, lust, or gluttony.
After they transford, only instincts remained.
And then?
They kill everything that prevents them from unleashing their nature.
The only exception?
It’s that magic mirror.
But even the magic mirror doesn’t want to hear that na.
After just once, speaking becos stuttered.
Keep in mind, the magic mirror’s speech was not only eloquent but also sweet in the past.
Now, when it speaks, it not only stutters but always sounds bitterly resentful.
Moreover, it remains indifferent to her questioning, threats.
"You’re playing this ga too?”
"Hmph!”
"Just wait!”
"I will find you all!”
"And then, I’ll make you regret this!”
Jennifer scoffed.
On the subsequent journey, Jennifer beca quite annoyed.
She didn’t proceed by usual ans but charged forward like a rhino, reaching the “coordinates” in a “straight” manner.
No ritual was perford.
Filled with anger and impatience, Jennifer grabbed the “coordinates” and vanished from there imdiately.
…
In a room enclosed by thick curtains, hundreds of lit candles made it as bright as day.
A massive glass vessel stood there.
More than ten witches knelt around this container.
Their witch robes beca even more imposing in the flicker of candlelight.
Monts later, a blue-green liquid began to churn inside.
An inconspicuous piece of flesh, the size of a pinkie finger, appeared amidst the swirling liquid.
Quickly, the flesh began to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.
In a breath, it beca an embryo.
On the second breath, it turned into an infant.
On the third breath, it transford into a child.
On the fourth breath, it beca a young girl.
The surrounding witches quietly stood around the vessel, watching these changes.
This was not their first ti.
They had grown accustod to it.
They were silently waiting for Lady Jennifer to return to her original form.
According to past experiences, it required five breaths.
But this ti, as the fourth breath was completed, the girl in the vessel opened her eyes.
She lifted her leg and stepped out.
The glass cover of the vessel was like air to her, walked through by the girl.
Emily imdiately stood up to wipe the girl’s body, while two other witches, kneeling there, lifted the prepared robes and broom high over their heads, delivering them to the girl’s front. 𝘳𝘢Ν𝐎𝐛Ëꞩ
The entire process was silent.
Even though they were puzzled why Lady Jennifer had not returned to normal, not one of them dared to ask.
Even Emily, the closest to Jennifer, was no exception.
"There are so things, I’ll be back soon.”
Facing these loyal subordinates, Jennifer’s mood improved slightly, so she chose not to leave without saying goodbye.
Of course, that was all.
Then, under all the witches’ watchful eyes, Jennifer picked up the broom and flew out of there.
She was going to ask the magic mirror.
Ask it who the na was that she had just rembered.
This ti, she was determined to get to the bottom of it!
Even if it ant shattering the magic mirror, she wouldn’t hesitate!
…
The aroma of “food” grew increasingly intense.
Jason started to run with all his might, occasionally incorporating the skill of “Acceleration.”
Like an arrow loosed from its bow, he approached his destination: the majestic mountain in view.
According to the direction of the aroma, that’s where the “food” was.
At the sa ti, Jason confird once more.
This rich aroma would be an unprecedented “delicacy” he had encountered!
"What will it be?”
"I must savor it carefully!”
"Bite by bite, letting my taste buds experience the flavor inside!”
Jason thought as his speed increased.
Facing ‘food,’ Jason could give two hundred percent of his burst.
Then…
He t Jennifer.
Just as Emily had said, he really did et Jennifer in a way he could never have imagined—Jennifer on her broomstick, speeding toward the magic mirror from high above.
The dust kicked up by Jason’s running naturally caught Jennifer’s attention.
Then she saw Jason.
Almost without any hesitation, Jennifer lowered her altitude.
"Jason!”
Jennifer called out Jason’s na.
Then, she quickly approached Jason, keeping pace with him as he ran.
With the sun creating a clever backlight, the girl-like Jennifer turned her head, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes clear as water, yet filled with emotion.
She just looked at Jason, and as he began to get goosebumps all over, she spoke with a trembling voice.
"Is this a fateful encounter?”
"After experiencing life and death, we et again.”
"Jason~”
As she spoke, tears stread down her face.
It was as though she had really been through life and death to et Jason again.
Although in a sense, there was no mistake, Jason, who was running, had no intention of responding.
Even, Jason didn’t so much as glance at Jennifer.
He didn’t want to have any entanglent with her.
He hoped that coldness and silence would beat her back.
As for the words Jennifer spoke?
Jason never believed them.
Only a lunatic would believe a ‘Witch’?
But Jason forgot that lunatics cannot be treated with common sense.
The ‘Witch’ who kept pace with him pulled on the broomstick and flew high, then upon reaching a certain height, she accelerated and dove straight down.
Her speed increased.
The ground got closer.
There was no intention of slowing down.
Then—
Bang!
The ‘Witch’ crashed into the ground about a hundred ters in front of Jason.
She was smashed to pieces.
Even as the echoing sound of impact faded, her last words before death still lingered in the air.
"I haven’t forgotten!”
"This is the second ti!”
"I still owe you nine more tis!”
Jason’s eyes twitched.
Jennifer had died again.
She had just been resurrected, returned from the Land of the Dead, only to kill herself in front of him without any discussion?
And clearly, she too must have been headed to the ‘food.’
But upon seeing him, she unhesitatingly went to her death.
Since when did ‘Witches’ keep their promises so devoutly?
Sigh!
Jason took a deep breath, looked at the shattered corpse in the crater, and again spewed out a cone of Fla.
Then, he turned and continued on his way.
He didn’t know what Jennifer was trying to do,
But he knew what his goal was.
Jason was getting closer to the mountain.
The hunger in his stomach made it roar.
Hungry!
Atop the mountain, inside the stone house.
The pristine oval mirror, at the sound of Jason’s stomach’s hungry roar, trembled as if it had been startled from a deep sleep, and a fine mist of droplets ford on the smooth, clear surface.
Then, breaking the rules of the ritual, it began to speak to itself—
"I, I
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