Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 56: You, Go Take Down the Master of a Billion Stars

After leaving Yveste, Lynn went straight back to his room.

Although it felt like a long time had passed, in reality, he had spent just over half an hour with her.

The night was still young, giving him plenty of time to take care of other matters.

With this in mind, Lynn pulled back the velvet carpet beside his bed, revealing the wooden floor beneath.

Though a day had passed, the ritual array he had drawn last night still faintly remained.

Moreover, there were just enough leftover Extraordinary materials to support one more prayer ceremony.

The only problem was that the relic seemed to have lost its potency—the once-strong scent of roses had significantly faded, leaving Lynn unsure if it would still work.

After a swift and practiced setup, the ritual array identical to the one from yesterday was ready once more.

This time, as soon as he finished reciting the prayer, a chilling gust of wind swept through his bedroom.

The chaotic spiritual energy and space fluctuations of an Extraordinary force raged around him, making his clothes billow dramatically.

As the future Witch of the End, even though she was sealed by the gods within the Pantheon, the remnants of her power were still capable of extraordinary feats.

What’s more, Lynn was likely the only person in the last hundred thousand years to cross the timeline to pray to her.

This naturally earned her attention.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, the now-familiar pull of her presence enveloped him, drawing him toward her once again.

Returning to the Pantheon, Lynn saw the black-clad witch trapped by chains of divine order descending from the heavens.

He strode toward her briskly.

This time was different.

The cold, white-haired, red-eyed woman, who had been reading a book during his last visit, wasn’t engrossed in her usual pastime.

Instead, she lay back on the steps, legs together, staring blankly at the top of the Pantheon.

Her long, white hair streamed down the steps like a flowing brook, shimmering faintly under the ethereal light.

Through the illusory, dreamlike dome, she gazed silently at the unfinished planetary weapon suspended in space, lost in thought.

Hearing Lynn’s footsteps, she blinked and seemed to come back to her senses.

Expressionless, she sat up and looked at him.

“You really are boring,” the Witch of the End said coldly.

“Apologies, Miss Witch,” Lynn replied, shaking his head and switching to a new form of address. “I had no choice but to resort to such tactics to make sure you’d remember me.”

Clearly, it had worked.

This time, the Witch of the End seemed no longer unfamiliar with the name Lynn Bartleon.

Lynn opened the system interface with a flick of his hand.

[Character Name: Witch of the End, Yveste]

[Plot Level: S]

[Plot Divergence: 0.10%]

As expected.

Unlike last time, this time the plot divergence had truly changed!

Even though it was just a tiny fraction, it was enough to prove Lynn’s theory correct—the ripples of fate had indeed reached a hundred thousand years into the future!

Although… it was less than he’d anticipated.

After all, Yveste’s plot divergence had increased by a full 1.00%, yet when refracted over a hundred thousand years, it was reduced tenfold.

This showed that the corrective resistance of the world’s will was even stronger than Lynn had anticipated.

Furthermore, if calculated at this ratio, even if he maxed out Yveste’s plot divergence, it would only raise the Witch of the End to 10%.

Lynn frowned.

Plot divergence wasn’t static.

Under the influence of corrective forces, it could decrease at any time.

Maxing out Yveste’s plot divergence didn’t mean it would remain unchanged for the next hundred thousand years.

Perhaps, beyond just altering her fate, Lynn would need to change many, many things across such a vast timeline.

He would have to involve himself in every significant event tied to the gods and overturn them all.

Only then might the Witch of the End achieve her perfect ending.

But... What did any of that have to do with him?

After all, Lynn was planning to make his escape soon.

He wasn’t thinking that far ahead at all.

The only reason he chose to worship the Witch of the End was that she could provide him with substantial initial power.

The early ranks were relatively easy to progress in, as long as he diligently completed the advancement trials she set.

Once he reached the later stages, the solid foundation he’d built would come into play, giving him plenty of room to switch allegiances if needed.

At that moment, a system notification chimed in Lynn’s ear.

[The plot divergence of S-tier character “Witch of the End, Yveste” has increased to 0.10%.] [Due to this character’s unique status at the current timeline, reward points will be calculated at 10x the usual rate.]

Hearing this, Lynn drew in a sharp breath.

Ten times the rate?

Under normal circumstances, an S-tier character would grant 1 system point for every 0.01% plot divergence.

If the calculation followed this multiplier, wouldn’t he have just earned a whopping 100 points?

Fine, then—now he had one more reason to assist her, at least for the time being.

Farming points!

A massive amount of points!

Thinking this, Lynn wiped the corner of his mouth, suppressing the almost predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Miss Witch, may I ask—can you accept me as your follower this time?”

The Witch of the End’s expression remained emotionless. “No.”

“And the reason?”

Lynn didn’t seem surprised.

“I’m about to die.” She gazed at the sky. “What could you possibly expect from someone who’s about to die?”

After a brief silence, Lynn spoke slowly, “No... From my perspective, you’re not about to die—you’ve simply lost the will to live.”

The Witch of the End responded flatly, “What’s the difference?”

Lynn shook his head. “Since you remember my name, then surely you also remember what you told me that night.”

The Witch of the End remained silent.

For Lynn, though, “that night” had occurred merely minutes ago.

“You told me yourself, not to casually entertain the thought of death,” Lynn said, spreading his hands. “Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left at all.”

Hearing this, the cold and aloof white-haired woman gave a faint, mocking smile.

“Don’t you know? When a woman speaks, you should only believe half of what she says.”

Lynn sighed. “I’m sorry, but I must correct you on two points about that statement.”

“First, you’re not a woman—”

The Witch of the End fixed him with a frosty glare.

“—you’re a goddess, the most flawless and perfect goddess in existence.” Lynn finished, as if taking a deep breath before delivering the second half of his sentence. “To be your follower would be the greatest honor of my life.”

For a moment, she froze.

Then, as if unable to tolerate the glowing admiration in his gaze, she furrowed her brow slightly.

“Second, I don’t believe you truly want to die.”

At his words, the Witch of the End shook her head. “If you’re here to argue semantics, then you’d best—”

Before she could finish, Lynn interrupted her.

"Then why did you respond to my prayer back then?" Lynn asked, his expression serious. "Was it just on a whim? Did you expend your strength to reach across a hundred thousand years merely to pull someone here for a casual chat?"

“......”

His words left her in silence.

Seeing this, Lynn raised his voice slightly. "Miss Witch, I knew you even a hundred thousand years ago. For me, this isn’t some coincidental meeting—it’s a destined reunion.

“When I was rejected by the gods and left with nowhere to turn, you were the one who chose me.

“So now, it’s my turn to repay you.

“The past cannot be undone, but the future can be changed... For me, living in your past, your present is my future.

“And as proven, fate is not immutable—momentum is all it takes to shift it.” Lynn’s expression was sincere as he looked at her. “So, I hope you’ll entrust me with the chance to alter your future.”

“Things are already so dire... so why not give it a shot?”

Lynn’s gaze remained locked on the white-haired woman bound by chains.

And she, in turn, seemed to grow quieter. Lowering her head slightly, it appeared she was lost in thought.

The Pantheon fell into a long silence.

Time ticked by, second by second.

When the Witch of the End finally lifted her head again, several minutes had passed.

This time, there was a faint glimmer of emotion in her eyes—subtle, but unmistakable. It was a marked contrast to her earlier indifference and apathy.

She seemed... puzzled.

Puzzled as to why this young man was so insistent on following her.

After all, she was nothing more than a puppet toyed with by fate, a failure destined for a tragic end.

“So you truly want to be my follower?” she asked softly.

“Of course.”

“Even though, in the past hundred thousand years, not a single one of my followers has ever met a good end?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze lingered on him in silence, his unwavering resolve clearly catching her off guard.

Lynn, on the other hand, was feeling nervous. This was the moment of truth.

“Fine.”

To his surprise, the Witch of the End did not reject him this time. “I’ll allow it.”

As she spoke, she gently raised her wrist, and a bright red light appeared in the palm of her hand.

Before he could react, the light streaked through the air like a shooting star, piercing straight into his chest.

Lynn neither resisted nor showed shock. Instead, he silently endured it.

As the impact surged through him, accompanied by an intense heat, he closed his eyes.

At the same time, a crimson brilliance suddenly illuminated the desolate darkness of his inner world.

The light was so radiant it seemed to banish the chaos and void, like the dawn of creation. It gave direction to his once-confused soul, washing away his doubts and uncertainties.

In that instant, Lynn heard a familiar system notification in his ears.

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully activating the faith of “The End.” From now on, you may use system points to ignite new Divine Factors.]

It was a success!

Feeling the surge of immense power coursing through him, Lynn couldn’t help but shout inwardly with excitement.

At this moment, he had successfully ascended to the rank of a First-Order Extraordinary.

[Name: Lynn]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 17]

[Faith: The End]

[Rank: First-Order]

[Extraordinary Abilities: Lie Eater (First-Order) / Blood-Red Thorns (Second-Order)]

[Divine Factors: 1]

[Remaining System Points: 283]

His system panel had undergone a qualitative transformation.

Moreover, upon sensing the form of the Divine Factor within him, Lynn’s heartbeat quickened slightly.

If the Divine Factor Milanie had handed him earlier was akin to a speck of dust, then the one he now possessed was more like a miniature sun.

The difference between the two wasn’t just in intensity or rank—they were worlds apart, like the heavens and the earth. The new Divine Factor significantly enhanced his strength and endurance, making the previous one seem utterly insignificant by comparison.

It was even more powerful than the Divine Factor he remembered from the Master of a Billion Stars!

The heavy weight that had been pressing down on him finally lifted.

From this moment onward, whether it was escaping from Yveste’s grasp or returning to the imperial capital to enact a revenge tale as the Marquis’s son, Lynn now had the confidence to take on anything.

After all, he had the system by his side!

Thinking of this, a pleased Lynn offered a polite bow.

“Miss Witch, please grant me the trial to ascend to Second-Order.”

Although he had only just stepped into the First-Order, with a long journey ahead, Lynn decided to prepare early.

In his recollection, advancing to Second-Order required completing four trials.

Some were relatively simple, while others were grueling and exhausting. It had taken his past self a full six months to successfully reach the Second-Order—a relatively fast pace.

Each completed trial would earn him a new Divine Factor or some extraordinary artifact bestowed by the gods, bolstering his strength further.

However, trials after the Second-Order would grow exponentially harder.

In the short term, reaching the Second-Order as quickly as possible seemed realistic.

Noticing Lynn’s newfound confidence, the Witch of the End regarded him with a faintly ambiguous expression.

“I need you to kill a foe of mine named Geotis,” she said calmly, her tone unhurried as she addressed her newly anointed follower.

Lynn nodded. “Please provide me with detailed information about this person so I can investigate after I return.”

For some reason, the name sounded vaguely familiar to him.

“That individual’s true name is indeed Geotis,” she said.

“However, they are also known by several other well-known titles,” the Witch of the End continued, resting her chin in her hand, her face composed. “For instance, the Sky Sovereign, the Pale Magister King, the Light of Primal Chaos, and…”

“...the Master of a Billion Stars.”

“...?”

Lynn froze.

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