In an instant, a sliver of confusion surfaced in her heart.
It all seemed like a dream, somewhat unreal.
Clearly so weak, clearly just a First Rank, without even the ability to fight...
Why would this guy inexplicably stand in front of her?
Then, under her dazed gaze, the young man resolutely grasped the Wish Jar's trait core.
This must be a dream.
After all, she had always been very clear, and had indeed experienced so many painful memories.
No one ever came to rescue her.
That was a hope that only appeared in dreams.
After absorbing too many Sealed Object trait cores, Ivyst now felt utterly weak, her consciousness groggy, somewhat unsure of reality and illusion.
But in the next second, the repressed pain and moans coming deep from the young man's throat pierced deeply into her heart like needles.
No, that's not right.
Her pupils dilated slightly.
Ivyst had anticipated all possibilities when she would wake up from unconsciousness.
However, she had never imagined that the young man would discard all the options she had prepared for him, choose the most unlikely and desperate path, and follow it through to the end.
Clearly just the weakest First Rank, but his figure now seemed so reliable, as if he had grown into a towering tree standing before her, shielding her from the imminent crashing downpour.
Ivyst suddenly felt an unprecedented sharp pain in her heart region.
This feeling was peculiar.
It was so painful, yet a strange emotion mixed with joy and sadness emerged in her heart.
Oh, Ivyst, Ivyst, how long will you weakly indulge in self-pity?
No one will come to rescue you?
But doesn't the young man before you provide the best refutation to this thought?
When she came back to her senses, she found, for some reason, she had already been crying her eyes out.
A series of confusions emerged in Ivyst's heart.
Unfamiliar situations, along with everything unexpected, left her somewhat at a loss.
Now was not the time to ponder these unanswerable questions.
Because right now, a very strong emotion and impulse surged to her mind.
Ivyst screamed at the broken young man, completely losing her usual dignity and grace.
The distance between them wasn't far at all.
But she felt as if his frail figure might vanish any moment, as if he could disappear from this world.
Instinctively, Ivyst raised her hand, wanting to firmly grasp him in her palm as she had done countless times before.
To her horror, she found she could not.
At this moment, Ivyst lost all sensation in her body.
She struggled to rise from the ground but failed over and over, until finally, in a near-collapse state, she bit down hard on her wrist, allowing skin and flesh to tear open, blood spilling out.
Ivyst wanted to use the pain to awaken the sensation in her body.
But it was all in vain.
Her body's functions had been decimated by the Level 0 Sealed Object's traits, and she was now in a state of utter depletion.
Staring at the young man before her, who was being infused with two conflicting wills, Ivyst's face was deathly pale as tears silently streamed down her eyes.
Why... why does such a foolish person exist in the world?
Does this Imperial Princess need you to save her?!
You disobedient, bad dog!!!
"You... get out of here! Or else I'll..."
Or else I'll kill you.
That was what Ivyst meant to say.
But the peculiar emotion surging in the depths of her heart made it so that she couldn't say it out loud.
Let's forgive you this time.
When this Imperial Princess stands up and gets you out of here, then we'll properly settle...
With the sound of flesh tearing, under the Demon's control, the young man tore open his own chest.
The moment the beast's claw pierced through his chest, the intense pain nearly caused Lynn to pass out.
He had already lost his eyes in his confrontation with the shadow of the King of Cruelty, but he still maintained his consciousness through sheer willpower.
"Oh? Not passed out yet?" controlled by Kushustan, Lynn roared, "If so... try this!"
With that, He opened the sharp claws again, tearing Lynn's right arm off!
Blood gushed like a fountain.
However, at this moment, the blood in his body gradually turned into a demon-like pale purple.
Feeling the renewed onslaught of pain, Lynn only saw darkness before him.
His consciousness had already been battered by two Great Demons and was even slightly tainted by the Sealed Object.
It was nothing short of a miracle that he was alive.
Despite sharing the same body, not a hint of pain was seen on Kushustan's face.
"Awesome!!!!" Lynn momentarily regained partial control of his body, laughing maniacally through the pain, "Dear Kushustan, are you giving me a silver spoon?!!!"
"I'm freaking loving it!!!"
Hearing this, the furious roar of the King of Cruelty echoed in his ears once more.
He was deliberately provoking Him!
"Right!" Seizing a brief moment of lucidity, Lynn suddenly turned his head towards the Creation Demon, who had been intently observing since the beginning, "Hey girl, do you just want to watch?!"