Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"So... let's begin."

Lynn took a deep breath while looking at a large bag of items on the floor.

The bag contained various ritual materials he had requested from Lady Milani.

At the time, she did not ask for his reasons and approved his request directly.

It was because the entire manor's food chain hierarchy was showing a bizarre trend.

At the top naturally was Ivyst, followed by Baron Augusta, who had not yet made an appearance, and the original entourage of the Princess.

Rhein was also included, but due to recent events, he had fallen to the level of sitting with his brother, Glaya.

As for Lynn... ordinarily, he would have been the least experienced.

But after the end of the Creationist School incident, Ivyst seemed to have issued some order, making his status in the manor extraordinarily revered.

Anyone who saw him would call him "young master."

Thus, Lynn had easily gathered a variety of strange materials.

He was not afraid of being discovered by Ivyst.

After all, his current persona was that of an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities, which naturally would not be content with mediocrity in the eyes of others.

The ritual he was about to perform, even if it was leaked, would only be seen as a desperate measure.

After all, the majority of deities do not respond to a forsaken believer.

Returning to the matter at hand.

Lynn opened the bag, took out its contents, and neatly arranged them on the floor.

The originally spacious ground was quickly covered with various items: stacks of draft paper, bottles of liquids, remains of unknown creatures, magic gems glinting with luster...

After he had taken out all the items, Lynn wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked at himself in the floor mirror by his side.

The reflection showed a tall, thin young man with a solemn expression, hiding in a large, dark robe—not for any particular reason but because it seemed more fitting for an aura of mysticism.

Lynn still respected his own character setting.

At this moment, it was the time when afternoon meets evening, the twilight hour.

The dark golden afterglow covered the earth, casting the sunset upon the carpet and filling the room with a dark, eerie atmosphere.

Being the Doomsday Witch, twilight was the time when her power was at its peak during the day.

Performing the ritual at this time would greatly increase the chances of success.

Of course, regarding the final outcome of the ritual, Lynn was skeptical and did not expect success on his first try.

With this in mind, he took out a flask filled with gray-white powder, poured it into his hand, as if holding a handful of sand.

The powder slowly flowed through the gaps between Lynn's fingers towards the ground.

Without hesitation, he began to draw the ritual pattern recorded on the blueprint with the gray-white powder.

It was the bone ash of a Deep Sea Giant Whale, which, among all known extraordinary materials, ranked among the best in magic conductivity and spiritual residue, making it an excellent material for drafting the Magic Matrix.

Although it was his first attempt, he had a template to follow.

After some frantic effort, Lynn roughly managed to recreate the pattern from the paper.

It was a somewhat messy pattern, as if numerous sharp, bloody thorns had converged into a cluster, wrapping around a vividly lifelike heart.

Around the array were twelve blank nodes.

Lynn then proceeded to place various items from the bottles and jars into a specific order.

The main materials were rare organs from three different exotic creatures, and the nodes of the ritual array held Moon White Crystal Ore, Blood-red Stone, Dark Night Breath Essence, scales of the Abyssal Snake, bones of a Void Demon, and four other rare extraordinary materials.

These were all sacrificial items favored by Ivyst in the original text.

At first glance, it seemed filled with malevolence, making one think he was trying to communicate with some malevolent deity.

Of course, the most eye-catching item was probably the pair of black stockings encased in a crystal box.

This was a key to the success of the ritual.

Lynn was well aware.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Due to some subtle connection between the Holy Relic and its original owner, it often played a role similar to a GPS in rituals.

After all, the river of time was incredibly turbulent, filled with endless variables, and one could easily get lost.

Even deities needed anchor points for orientation.

And the Holy Relic was that anchor point.

For example, the protagonist of the original text had successfully communicated with an ancient deity who existed only in a past timeline through such a means.

Of course, according to the original description, even if the communication was successful, the deity's influence on reality was extremely limited due to rules.

To a negligible extent.

Otherwise, the world's timeline would have long been in chaos.

This was the reason Lynn dared to perform the ritual.

Even if something unprecedented occurred, he could sever the connection at any moment, stopping the other party's actions.

Looking at the preparatory work that had been done, Lynn took out the last item.

It was a candle, crimson as blood.

Once lit, the burning part faintly emanated crying and howling sounds, which sounded exceedingly eerie.

Everything was ready.

Oh.

He almost forgot the last step.

"From this moment, I, am the most faithful follower of the Doomsday Witch Ivyst!"

Lynn initiated the Lie Swallowing on himself, issuing a psychological suggestion.

Instantly, his already tense mood became utterly solemn.

He felt like a pilgrim, his soul quivering slightly.

The next second, Lynn knelt on the ground, solemnly bowing toward the thorn heart pattern in the center of the ritual array.

Then holding the candle, he recited the prayer exactly like in the original text.

"O shadow of despair at the end of the River of Death, supreme entity who hunts gods, Doomsday Witch who brings ruin and fragmentation to the world..."

"You are the endpoint, and the conclusion, a grand will higher than all else, and the symbol of disaster and chaos..."

"I pray to you, I pray to you..."

"Please pour your power into the ritual, please transmit your will into my mind..."

The next moment, the crystal box holding the Holy Relic suddenly made a noise.

From this point, the materials used in the ritual began to tremble one after the other.

"Buzz——!!!"

Various magic ores and extraordinary materials emitted beautiful lights, reflecting off each other.

Suddenly, a strange chilling wind arose in the originally silent room.

Although Lynn did not detect any changes, subconsciously, he faintly felt a presence watching over this place.

His hair stood on end, and his entire being felt as though it was locked in place, not daring to move.

However, the prayer did not stop for even a moment.

The chilling sensation lasted a very long time.

At a certain moment, Lynn suddenly felt an inexplicable force of attraction emanating from the void.

This force did not act on reality but affected his consciousness, as if it wanted to pull his soul out of his body.

Not good!

Although he didn't know what exactly was happening, there was no such situation in the original text.

Lynn raised his hand to extinguish the candle in his palm, attempting to interrupt the ritual.

He thought the circulating chill wind in the room would stop as a result.

But several seconds passed, and the pulling force from the void did not disappear; it even slightly intensified.

Under the influence of that force, Lynn's consciousness slowly floated out of his body.

It was an extremely miraculous sensation, somewhat similar to soul out of body.

Unfortunately, Lynn had no time to relish it.

Lie Swallowing, release me!

He tried to detach himself from his persona as a devout follower, hoping to disrupt the ritual.

Instantaneously, that strange force paused, as if it had been abruptly interrupted by some invisible rule.

Lynn was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, the previously constrained attractive force suddenly expanded by tens of times, engulfing his soul with an overwhelming force!

This action seemed to mock his overestimation of his own power.

So domineering, so unreasonable, even ignoring the world's rules, forcefully capturing his consciousness... who else could do such a thing, if not that woman?

At this moment, Lynn only felt as if an invisible hand tightly grasped him, like he was rapidly surfacing from the deep sea, a sensation of weightlessness engulfing his entire body.

Moreover, the surrounding scenes and space-time transformed into streaks of radiant light lines, receding rapidly backwards at a speed beyond what the eye could catch.

It was as if he was traversing time, shuttling toward an unknown destination.

He did not know how much time had passed.

It might have been a year, or it might have been ten years.

Or perhaps it was just a mere second.

When Lynn came back to his senses, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.