When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1567 - Capítulo 1567: 261: The Pastry Chef

Capítulo 1567: Chapter 261: The Pastry Chef

After leaving Aiwass, Lily began to stealth perfectly and silently within the shadows.

Unlike Croix back in the day, who exaggeratedly transford into a moving shadow to rge into the darkness… After losing the protection of her body completely, although her stealth ability beca significantly stronger, she also beca much more fragile.

Lily had witnessed with her own eyes how Aiwass, sitting in a wheelchair, severely injured Croix, who was at the peak of the Fourth Level at the ti, with just an ordinary pistol.

——Naturally, she wouldn’t make the sa mistake again.

If a Fifth Power Level Mage were to observe her with Truth Vision, they would see a faint, translucent humanoid outline.

Lily floated like a ghost, appearing and disappearing silently, akin to a blink without cooldown.

She didn’t walk but continuously blinked back and forth within the shadows. After leaving Aiwass, Lily used this thod to protect herself. Through this skill, she could swiftly cross so barriers and return to various places in a very short ti.

Compared to the movent thods of the Shadow Demon and Croix, this was undoubtedly more strenuous and would leave noticeable fluctuations of Path power, potentially allowing Transcendents of the Path of Adaptation to directly sense it… But that didn’t matter.

Following the trail left by Hayna, Lily pursued relentlessly.

If Selene hadn’t separated from Lily, she, as a Werewolf, could have precisely pinpointed Hayna’s location just by slling her scent. But now it’s not that simple…

Fortunately, Hayna had already communicated with Lily before leaving, secretly leaving marks every few distances, providing convenience for Lily to track her.

It surely doesn’t sound good: being a Fifth Power Level Transcendent yet so timid—hadn’t even begun to fight but already considered backup plans in case she couldn’t win, seemingly lacking confidence. But now Hayna has beco an Adapter, making such caution quite reasonable.

Compared to the Path of Authority, she seems more attuned to the style of the Path of Adaptation.

Perhaps because a part of her soul essence belongs to Lancelot, Hayna herself isn’t that loyal. Although her adaptability in the Path of Authority is strong, it always feels subtly out of place.

Or perhaps it’s because Hayna hasn’t been a strong presence for long, and the circle she moves in is too advanced. This ans she’s not sufficiently aware of just how powerful she has beco…

But that’s a good thing. Lily thought.

——Like now.

“…Knight… Avalon…”

“Fake…”

“I can’t… I can’t forget…”

“It’s just…”

Illusory whispers reached Lily’s ears, like muffled conversations heard underwater.

In the shadow realm she was in, everything was dark. It was like the world had been processed with an inverted color filter, shadows turned white, while places with light appeared black. Everyone’s skin beca black, only the color of their pupils differed—the pupil color wasn’t purely inverted, but was the color of everyone’s Path.

According to everyone’s soul strength and Path depth, flas of varying intensity would burn within their pupils. So visible Path fluctuations would seep from their cracked skin… such as on the back of the hand, cheek, or collarbone.

Lily faintly heard Hayna’s voice, saw her silhouette.

She was cursing vehently, seemingly in conflict with soone.

Her eyes brightened as she dove into that space.

——It had been a long ti since Lily had killed anyone.

Since the first ti she indulged in such acts… she couldn’t forget that soft and moist sensation. Her happiest monts were actually after Aiwass self-divided, when she followed “Honey Badger” to assassinate those who opposed, under the guise of a Pope follower.

But in the presence of Aiwass and Isabel, she always tried to act as gentle, polite, and knowledgeable as possible.

This way, she could appear professional enough to be worthy of her master, preventing herself from seeming too much like a lunatic or monster.

This was the main reason she disliked Selene.

The presence of Selene equated to an ever-present reminder constantly prompting her that her manic, vile nature as a killer and Beast’s Child was inescapable.

She continuously suppressed the growing desire of love within her heart, externally showing no sign whatsoever. Appearing just like a perfect, elegant maid, silent, reliable… But only Lily truly knew the vigorous desire harbored in her heart, the kind of frantic bloodthirsty impulse she felt.

If not for considering Aiwass’s opinion, she even wanted to try the taste of human flesh.

This twisted desire entwined around her heart, constantly assaulting her moral values, causing Lily to always feel remarkably inferior.

On the other hand, after Selene split away from her heart, Lily’s desires and impulses seed to beco much calr, almost appearing like a normal person who could enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea without thinking.

——Yet seeing “another self,” so arrogant and reckless showing her manic desires without concealnt, effortlessly gaining acknowledgnt, acceptance, and tolerance from Aiwass, Isabel, and others… Once more filled Lily with a sense of jealousy.

Jealousy towards herself.

Just because Selene was a manifestation of the “pure Path of Love,” her madness could be forgiven and tolerated?

Then what was the significance of my previous endurance and self-restraint?

The reasons people forgive and tolerate her, are they related to ?

Could it be because people’s fondness and recognition for myself allow her to act so willfully?

——That feeling was like a well-behaved child, strictly disciplined, striving and serious for parental attention and approval, facing a brat who was forgiven by parents despite being stubborn and making trouble.

Even absurdly laughable.

And now, Lily, liberated personally by Aiwass’s order… it was like that good child being permitted to visit an internet cafe by their parents.

An unbearable excitent mixed with a sense of recognition, a sense of freedom surged in her heart.

Faster.

Lily prayed in her heart, anticipating. She widened her eyes, raised her head, and from the depths of her gray pupils, so scarlet like blood seeped out.

Let help you, let save you.

“Let …”

Lily murmured softly, akin to a dream-like, incomplete mutter.

At this mont.

Hayna held a silver-white long sword, confronting a man.

Crowded around their feet were bodies, strewn about.

Their blood was flowing on the ground, while Hayna had no trace of blood on her body or face.

She had already pulled out the blade from its sheath. At this mont on Hayna’s sword blade surged crackling lightning, dense silver lightning had already transford the long sword in her hand into a Light Saber.

The air was filled with a strange burnt sll. Within the depths of Hayna’s pupils and hair strands flowed silver-white electricity.

Her hair stood on end in anger—a literal physical anger.

Standing before her was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. Or rather, he was the only one left alive.

He didn’t look like Aziz, whose bad nature was evident at first glance.

He seed to exude a depressed aura of a middle-aged office worker, accompanied by a hidden sense of perversion.

He had stubble, brown skin. Narrowed eyes that ford re slits. Coupled with his slightly round face, he seed to carry a touch of honest reliability. He looked like soone diligent, hard-working, and sincerely kind.

Even his attire was laughable—wearing a hat like Santa Claus with a pompom. His outfit looked like thick pajamas with fuzz, oddly suited in the hot Parthia. What’s even stranger is that from hat to pajamas, it was all pink, as if it was close-fitted clothing snatched from so little girl’s cartoon pajamas.

And in the face of the fierce Hayna, the “Cake Master” reacted overwhelmingly innocent—