Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

According to the description in the original text, after completing the ritual, the male protagonist received a response from an ancient deity.

Although the deity could not use divine power to forcibly extricate him from his predicament, it left behind hidden information enough for him to turn defeat into victory.

This was the only instance in the entire text where a deity demonstrated the ability to transcend time.

Unfortunately, it still could not have an effective impact on reality.

This was barely possible because the deity's status and power were extremely formidable.

Had it been a weaker deity, they would have been even more powerless.

After all, ordinary people, if they prayed, would only pray to a deity of their current time node.

Thus, in Lynn's understanding, beings from the past or future were unable to truly intervene in the present.

Otherwise, the whole world would be thrown into chaos.

However, he seemed to have underestimated something.

Unable to intervene in the timeline ≠ Unable to intervene in an individual specifically.

At this moment, having just undergone a journey akin to interstellar travel, how could Lynn not guess what had happened?

It wasn't that a figure from the future influenced the past but rather that a person from the present had reached the future.

This place might no longer belong to Augusta Manor.

Even, it might not even be on the current time node.

His soul and consciousness had probably, under the guidance of the Doomsday Witch, arrived at another time node.

Perhaps... this was ten thousand years later?

Lynn guessed in his mind.

Only Ivyst, who had become the Doomsday Witch, could create such a miracle that no deity could achieve.

She... no, It had brought a soul from the past to such a distant future!

If that was truly the case, then his purpose might already be half achieved.

Next, he only needed to meet Ivyst, who was now the Doomsday Witch and become a follower of Hers.

If his memory served him right, at this time node in the original text, the Doomsday Witch was at the peak of her power, launching a prolonged pursuit against the protagonist's group.

The enemy was weak, and he was strong – it was an excellent opportunity to become a follower.

Looking at the extremely unfamiliar scene before him, Lynn's heartbeat slightly quickened.

At this moment, he seemed to be inside a palace.

On both sides were massive stone pillars carved with reliefs, and the central path extended towards the interior of the palace, the view inside indiscernible.

Lynn did not hesitate, and he walked briskly inward.

About five minutes later, a new scene gradually came into view.

This place was indeed a palace, so even if the scene of rows of heavily armored guards and a high throne appeared before him, it would be perfectly normal.

However, the scene he saw was not like that.

First, what caught his eye was a massive statue of a deity, ancient and heavy in design, as if a humanoid silhouette reflecting an endless starry sky was hidden beneath a broad robe, looking mysterious and profound.

For some reason, Lynn felt as though he was in a sacred domain, with layers of praise and chanting echoing in his ears.

This was the statue of the Lord of Billion Stars.

As a former follower of the Heavenly Principle Church, such a thought unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

Of course, the palatial statue was not the only one.

Lynn looked up.

The vast palace was divided into several levels.

Each level had several similar massive statues of deities, each differing in style and aura.

There were gentle and inclusive beautiful women, kind and wise old men in white robes, haughty warriors on chariots, and even gruesome demons with green faces and sharp teeth... and even unusual creatures like ancient evil dragons and titanic giants with mysterious vertical pupils.

They seemed lifelike, as if they all simultaneously cast their gazes.

An unparalleled sense of oppression came from all directions, making it hard to resist feeling reverence.

This was a Pantheon!

Shock filled Lynn's eyes.

He silently looked around and then made a new discovery.

Erected in the Pantheon, about thirty or forty statues of deities each had a crystalline, flawless Order Chain extending from the palm of their hand, shimmering with a faint glow, descending from the sky like silk threads.

They stretched from all directions, yet they converged at a certain spot.

Following the direction of the chains downward, Lynn suddenly froze.

To be honest.

In such a Pantheon, nothing should surprise Lynn.

But the one thing that shouldn't be there was a woman.

A woman... ensnared by countless Order Chains.

She wore a tattered black gauze dress, her white hair cascading like a waterfall to her waist, bare, delicate feet pale as snow, her demeanor both aloof and noble.

Sadly, such a stunning woman was now bound by Order Chains at most of her joints: neck, wrists, ankles, waist...

Deprived of her freedom, she could only sit at the edge of the steps in the center of the great hall, quietly flipping through the book in her hands.

Upon seeing her face, Lynn's breath hitched.

Although she was not wearing the luxurious dresses he remembered and her originally black hair had for some reason turned white, the Curse Mark on her face had vanished without trace.

Yet Lynn recognized her at once; the woman before him was none other than the Saint Laurent Empire's Third Imperial Princess—Ivyst Laurent Alexini.

Realizing this, he felt deeply puzzled.

What was the situation here?

According to his memory, wasn't the Doomsday Witch, who should reign supreme over the world in ten thousand years, now trapped here like a prisoner?

Lynn was utterly baffled.

More so, he could not see any trace of the Princess in the beautiful white-haired woman before him.

That unpleasant smile, the gaze that viewed others as scum, an authoritative and arrogant demeanor, and a domineering way of conducting herself—all had now disappeared.

In their place was a chilly deathlike silence and indifference, as if from a millennium-old iceberg.

Lynn instinctively walked towards the woman.

Hearing the faint footsteps, the stunning woman finally lifted her gaze from the book and slowly looked up.

Their eyes met in midair.

Lynn intended to say something, but for some reason, he found himself unable to speak.

After a moment, the woman spoke first.

"I felt your call, so I brought you here."

Ivyst... or rather, the Doomsday Witch, parted her pale lips, speaking in a cold voice.

Looking at her emotionless beautiful face, Lynn managed a smile, "Your Highness, it has been such a long time... may I ask, where are we?"

The Doomsday Witch looked at him, then gently closed the book in her hands.

"As you said in your prayer, this is the end, and it is also the conclusion," she replied softly, "but... it has been a long time since anyone has called me that."

The latter part, the Witch murmured to herself in a voice no one could hear.

At that moment, Lynn could hardly pay attention to that.

Just hearing the first part of her sentence, he froze for a full ten seconds.

This is the endpoint, the conclusion.

Whose endpoint? Whose conclusion?

Evidently, it belonged to the woman before him.

Lynn suddenly felt a chill on his scalp.

He might have been completely wrong from the start, outrageously so.

This was not ten thousand years later, nor was it the peak period of the Doomsday Witch, but rather a future so distant he could hardly imagine it.

In that future, Ivyst had reached the end of her life.

Thus, the answer was clear.

The current point in time... was exactly ten thousand years after the King's election had ended, the grand finale of the original novel!

The cornered Doomsday Witch, Ivyst, was sealed by the gods in the Pantheon, awaiting the arrival of Dharma's Sword, facing her tragic and sorrowful demise.

Yet the horrifying revelations for Lynn were not over.

Seeing him standing motionless, the white-haired Witch asked in a calm voice, "What is your name?"

Lynn clenched his fists unconsciously, "My name is Lynn... Lynn Bartleion."

His gaze fixed on her, trying to discern any flicker of recognition in her face.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But his hope was in vain.

"Never heard of it."

The Doomsday Witch said indifferently.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Undeterred, he opened the system to check her information.

Then, he was completely stunned.

From the S-rated level and name, it was clear the woman before him was indeed the Princess he remembered.

But... why?

Looking at the number displayed in the last row, Lynn felt it was absurd.

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