In the dead of night, Lynn lay on the bed in his suite, staring at the cramped ceiling of his train compartment and murmuring to himself.
Two days had passed since he left Orn City and boarded the train.
It was the early morning of the third day; by evening, he would arrive at Troy City, marking the end of this not-so-long train journey, before taking the Jump Transition Matrix to the Imperial Capital.
Yet Lynn’s heart was filled with confusion.
He had expected that the bizarre woman might launch a night attack, but surprisingly, he hadn’t seen her even once during these three days.
Even Gray Aphia and the others hadn’t been around much, making him feel as though he had been ostracized.
However, Lynn was not the type to warm up to someone who was indifferent.
So, over these two days, he thoroughly assessed the powers he currently possessed.
[Extraordinary Ability: Time Concealment·Second Rank/Deception Game·Third Rank/Thorny Crown·Fourth Rank/Burning Flame Giant Dragon’s Heart·Fourth Rank/Eternal Chosen·Fifth Rank]
[Divine-given Factor: 55]
[Remaining System Points: 253]
During the recent Level 0 Sealed Object uprising, Lynn had deviated significantly from the plot involving Ivyst and the Doomsday Witch, earning him a substantial reward of two thousand points.
So he immediately maxed out the number of Divine-given factors a Second Rank could sustain, totaling 55. These factors even exceeded those of many Third Rank Transcendents, not to mention that his Divine-given factors came from the Doomsday Witch, terrifyingly strong and potent.
For now, disregarding actual combat ability, solely based on his panel, Lynn was among the elites of the Third Rank.
If these newly ignited Divine-given factors were further amplified by a second enhancement from Miss Witch, then his strength would multiply several folds.
And it was just recently that he had ascended to Second Rank.
Of course, in addition to the Divine-given factors, Lynn also upgraded Deception Game and Thorny Crown by one rank each, and both abilities had improved to varying degrees.
First was the Deception Game, which increased the probability of stealing others’ extraordinary abilities and significantly enhanced the success rate of the Lie Swallowing’s lies.
Now, so long as he wasn’t facing opponents above a Fifth Rank Legend, he could subtly use lies to manipulate others.
He could even kill those with wavering wills using lies.
The enhancement to the Thorny Crown wasn’t as pronounced, merely upgrading from twofold to fourfold in pain energy backlash.
All in all, this ability was somewhat useful.
After all, during the last possession by two Great Demons, it was able to plunge them into temporary states of agony.
Although at that time, both the Creation Demon and the King of Cruelty were only around the level of a Sixth Rank Demigod and were somewhat exhausted from intense combat.
If their true forms were to appear here, Lynn did not believe he could damage them with this ability.
A thousand points of pain energy was nearly the limit he could accumulate in a short period.
Any more, and he feared his own psyche might crumble first.
For many divine beings who prioritize divinity over humanity, they possess an immunity to pain.
Thus, the last usage was merely an exploit.
This ability’s greatest utility lied on the battlefield, especially against humans or lower-ranked extraordinary creatures.
If he were to gather three years’ worth of pain energy and release it instantly in the form of a Fear Aura, the entire battlefield would become a slaughter ground, and all demons would be killed indiscriminately.
This was another card up Lynn’s sleeve.
If one day he stepped onto the battlefield of the Demon Clan, this ability would surely shine brilliantly.
So knowing the scoring of Ivyst’s King’s election, he wasn’t worried at all.
Even if the Second Prince was leading by over ten thousand points, catching up would just require a few large-scale wars against the Demon Clan.
Not to mention that the Imperial City of Glostin was a vast stage in itself, filled with countless opportunities to score points.
So until the last moment, nothing was certain.
Lynn silently thought.
Then he focused on a new ability that appeared in his list of abilities.
This was his newly drawn ability.
Since each new draw required ten times the points of the previous one.
This time, Lynn had spent a painful one thousand points.
It was unimaginable where he would gather the next ten thousand points.
Unless he could complete Miss Witch’s trial and maximize the plot deviation of the several female leads from the originals.
After all, Lynn knew these were S-tier characters in the narrative.
Thinking this, he sighed softly, and a small pocket watch mark suddenly appeared in his palm, glowing with a pale white light.
He gently moved the second hand of the pocket watch by three seconds, and the next moment, his body, which was lying on the bed, abruptly vanished from sight.
Three seconds later, Lynn’s figure reappeared, still lying on the bed as if he had never moved.
This was his new ability.
[Name: Time Concealment]
"[Effect: You can borrow a certain amount of time from yourself ten minutes into the future, during which you will enter a time rift and evade any attacks from your opponent.]"
"[Activation Condition: Must possess more than 20 Divine-given factors.]"
"[Points Needed for Upgrade: 300]"
Although it was not the frontal output capability that Lynn had longed for, the effect was exceptionally powerful.
Merely the aspect of being untargetable already ranked it at the top among all the survival skills in the world.
Moreover, this skill had no cooldown time.
This greatly compensated for Lynn’s current fragile situation and significantly enhanced his survivability.
It was just a pity that his style was becoming more and more deviated.
He used to be a warrior of the violent output school.
But on second thought, with the Princess and Miss Witch around, even if his output was powerful, how much could it really achieve?
He might as well cling to their snow-white beautiful legs.
Thinking this, Lynn shook his head and then pulled a card from his pocket.
Sealed Object 1-0106, Pine’s playing card.
This was still a sealed object Ivyst had given him, but unfortunately, he hadn’t had enough Divine-given factors before, so he couldn’t activate it.
Now that Lynn’s power had greatly increased, he decided to try again.
There were a total of 54 similar cards; each card face and suit represented an extraordinarily powerful Extraordinary Weapon or special ability, capable of greatly enhancing the host.
And the one in his hand was even more peculiar.
Recalling the voice that had resonated in his mind last time, Lynn frowned.
This object had numerous connections with the Prisoner of Destiny, just that he didn’t know why, ever since he drew the Lie Swallowing, he always encountered incidents related to this deity.
Moreover, in Milani’s eyes, this card seemed to be just a two of spades.
Lynn had also confirmed this with Gray Aphia, and the response was consistent.
But only he could see the card face as a joker.
Was he the only special one?
Accompanied by the faint red extraordinary power slowly infusing, the card in his hand changed a moment later.
Ten black lines appeared out of nowhere in front of Lynn, wriggling around like black snakes.
Then, under his gaze, the black lines slowly wrapped around his ten fingers, as if putting on ten black rings.
Feeling the cold touch on his skin and a certain agile sensation as if commanding his own limbs, Lynn instinctively moved his right index finger.
The next second, with a barely perceptible sound of tearing air, the black line wrapped around his index finger suddenly shot out, slicing the whiskey bottle on the table in front of him in two as smoothly as a scalding knife through butter.
The entire process hardly made any sound, just like an invisible assassination.
Lynn was somewhat startled.
He felt he hadn’t exerted much strength and yet had so easily sliced through an object as hard as glass. What if it had been on someone’s neck? Wouldn’t the lethality be even greater?
And he seemed to be able to control ten such lines at the same time.
Thinking , Lynn started experimenting with interest.
One by one, the black lines sometimes tensed, sometimes turned into soft black snakes, dancing and weaving through the air.
What an ungrateful dog.
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In the train compartment room, freshly bathed Ivyst was wearing a somewhat breezy bathrobe, her deep cleavage and pale skin subtly visible.
Right now, she was sitting at the desk reading, but was not just reading.
Ivyst was feeling upset about a jerk who hadn’t come to see her for two whole days.
They had just kissed in the study two days ago.
It had only been a few days, and now he acted as if nothing had happened, thinking everything was over?
Thinking this, Ivyst absent-mindedly turned the page of the book in front of her.
Although she had previously made the boastful claim that Lynn would fall in love with her during this period,
it was more of a decree issued by the future Doomsday Witch.
It did not mean she really had such means.
After all, such feelings and experiences, Ivyst had only ever felt them with that guy, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she was inexperienced.
At that moment, her inadvertent glance caught a sentence in the book.
"As a woman, you must learn to enhance your worth, not devalue yourself."
"For men, especially those who are indecisive with you, a hot-and-cold attitude is more effective than relentless pursuit."
"Make them realize that it’s not that you need them, but that they need you, that you are unique, irreplaceable."
Seeing these paragraphs, Ivyst’s crimson eyes subtly lit up.
Then a cold smile appeared on her lips.
It seemed that the past few days of ignoring him had successfully achieved what the book theorized.
And now, it was time to let him know the irreplaceability of his master.
Calculating the time, the "event" should also be happening soon.