In the last second before his consciousness detached from his body, the King of Cruelty Kushustan loomed above Lynn's spiritual world, casting an enormous demonic shadow that blotted out the sky.
At the same time, a roar, like an evil curse, erupted from His throat!
"Human!!! You deserve to die!!!"
"I will chop, slice, and mince your filthy body!!!"
"I want the dark claws of a demon to forever grip your throat, leaving you unable to breathe, unable to escape!!!"
"I will make all your blood relatives suffer the agony of a thousand ants gnawing at their hearts on every full moon night!!!"
"I wish for all those related to you who remain silent, whether free or enslaved, to have their eyes, each limb, even every intestine eaten away to nothing by hyenas!!!"
"Even if it takes thousands of years, I will hunt you relentlessly... until the end of time and space!!!"
As the last sentence drifted slowly away, Lynn suddenly felt a brand appear in his spiritual world.
The brand seemed like a demon opening its terrifying, gaping maw, angrily and hideously roaring at the world.
This was... a curse from a demon.
After leaving behind a gaze filled with venom and hatred, Kushustan vanished completely from that place.
Lynn's spiritual world was utterly cleansed.
It seemed he had provoked the interest of some troublesome beings.
Looking at the Seal of Evil suspended in his spiritual world, he couldn't help but sigh.
But right now he had an even bigger problem that hadn't been resolved.
All around him were writhing black sludges, scurrying in every direction.
Clearly, the Creation Demon, having experienced pain akin to being dismembered two thousand times in an instant, was barely able to maintain consciousness.
"Do you think you've won?!!"
Despite being in dire straits, the Creation Demon still managed to issue a threat and warning through its agonizing pain.
In fact, the constant deadly threats had yet to cease for Lynn at this moment.
"So what?" Lynn replied with composed demeanor, "I not only won, it was a double victory, a grand win, overwhelmingly so."
"Unfortunately, what comes next has nothing to do with you."
The Creation Demon screamed through gritted teeth: "Don't forget, you are merely First Rank! Even if you threaten me temporarily with these little tricks, the moment I recover, it will be your death!!!"
"Moreover, without my control, your body would be instantly contaminated by the core properties of the Wish Jar, so..."
Upon hearing this, Lynn sighed, "I'm sorry, Yovilia, I actually lied to you too."
"Everything I said before was false." Lynn looked down upon Him, "Although I came intending to kill you, I never harbored the same resolve from start to finish."
"I won't die. The one who will truly die is you."
As the Creation Demon tried to rebuild its consciousness amidst severe pain and reclaim his spiritual space, it let out a spiteful scream.
However, for some reason, Lynn seemed to have given up resisting.
He simply deactivated his Floating flight ability, allowing his body to fall rapidly.
Observing the familiar underground palace before him, Lynn's expression was serene.
The first and second steps of the plan were already complete; all that was needed was the final third step to end this absurd and laughable Level 0 Sealed Object insurrection once and for all.
But before that, he felt it was necessary to attend to some aftermath.
At one moment, Lynn felt the space around him become somewhat sluggish, slowing his descent.
Then, he suddenly plunged into a cold yet soft embrace, a faint scent of roses tickling his nose.