Seizing the Body

Inside the snow house illusion, the girl was still tidying up the room.

She was carefully picking up the broken teacup from the floor, muttering under her breath, "These customers are so rude. They broke the cup and ran away, leaving me with a huge mess."

The fire in the fireplace was still warm.

However, this was merely a beautified illusion; the reality was terrifying. Wriggling monsters stretched out their grotesque limbs, picking up fragments of broken bones and placing them in a corner.

Valena sat on a wooden chair, listlessly flipping through a yellowed book.

The girl rested her chin on her hand and couldn't help but complain softly, "When can we finally go out? Dad promised me."

She had lost track of how long she had been there; so long that she herself couldn't remember.

In her remaining memories, she was rescued from the secret room and came to this wooden house, where she lived a boring life day after day, year after year.

The book says that people will gradually grow old after living for many years.

But the girl discovered that her appearance seemed to have remained forever at the age of eighteen, without any further change.

Furthermore, Valena felt that her memory was incomplete, which she had always wondered about, but dared not think about it too much.

It was as if an invisible shackle was binding her mind, preventing her from thinking about those things.

Some things...

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore.

Let's continue to entertain passing guests in this snow hut and listen to their stories every day; that's a way of indirectly experiencing the outside world.

Valena always told herself that.

Suddenly, a hoarse, yet incredibly familiar male voice rang out, interrupting her thoughts.

"Valena, my lovely little girl, look who's back?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Valena stopped what she was doing and turned around in disbelief.

"Oh, Daddy!"

"You really came back!"

The girl jumped up from the wooden chair and rushed into the man's arms, her big, watery eyes even glistening with tears.

Wagnerd gently stroked Valena's head, lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, Daddy came back to see you as soon as he finished dealing with things outside."

Valena hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Tears streamed down her face as she said in a low voice, "Dad, you lied to me. You haven't been back for a long time. You told me to treat those guests well, but they all bullied me, hated me, and even insulted me. They didn't want to play with me."

The girl looked up, her voice choked with sobs, and asked, "They all say I'm a monster."

"Dad, am I really a monster?"

Wagnerd's face still wore a gentle smile. He shook his head and said, "No, you are not a monster. You are the most precious treasure I hold in my hands, more noble than any of them."

"But, but..."

He reached out and wiped away the tears from Valena's eyes.

"Valena, remember, you will always be my daughter."

"Don't think about these sad things. Do you know why I came back this time?"

Valena shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

Wagnerd took the girl's slender hand, bent down, and whispered in her ear:

"I'm going to keep my promise and take you to see the world. Daddy is never a bad person who breaks his word."

Valena was overjoyed.

She never imagined that this man, whom she always remembered as extremely cold and indifferent, this heartless father who had abandoned her here for who knows how many years, would say such a thing.

The girl smiled contentedly, wiped away the remaining tears on her face, and nodded emphatically.

"Um."

The man took the girl's hand and led her to push open the door to that dreamlike world—

Valena's remaining consciousness only felt a blinding flash of light, which made her involuntarily close her eyes.

"It's so bright! Is this the outside world?"

"It seems a little different from what I imagined."

There was no new world; it remained the dark and deep Demon Tower, a cold metal cage.

The twisted monster, stitched together from different limbs, struggled incessantly, its flesh writhing and its skin, covered in sparse scales, bulging eerily as if something was about to burst forth.

Finally, a human body resembling Wagnerd emerged from the stitched-together monster, its skin delicate and white, like that of a newborn, yet faint traces of scales could be seen.

Her waist was still connected to the stitched-together body by flesh and blood, replacing the original faceless girl and becoming part of this terrifying monster.

It is also the ultimate controller of this monster's chaotic consciousness.

However, deep within that grotesque mass of flesh and blood, came a faint, desperate, choked female voice.

"Dad, you're lying to me."

"You lied to me again..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely, swallowed up by the sound of flesh and blood rubbing together.

"Valena"

A single tear rolled down Wagnerd's cheek.

But his expression was filled with ecstasy, his mouth stretched almost to his ears, he had fallen into complete madness, and the body attached to the stitched monster was trembling incessantly.

"I told you before, I will never fail again, Dad. I'm doing this all for your own good."

"I will take you with me—to complete this evolution! We will become beings even greater than the Dragon God!"

Hahahaha!

At the other end of the tower, the Red Dragon's ruffled ears trembled slightly.

Because of the dragon's extremely keen senses, Wagnerd's maniacal laughter also reached his ears.

"Ha, it really is that so-called snow house. It's too late."

"He took Valena's body."

Valena's igloo has no exact location; it is connected by a portal to another dimension, and Keosius cannot find its location, so he can only wait for Wagnerd to be exposed.

Feeling the increasingly eerie atmosphere inside the tower, Lang Pu said in a serious tone, "Master, should we follow them?"

"No, if I'm not mistaken, he's probably going to the top of the tower."

The Calamity Dragon Eye has disappeared after it released its breath.

Keosius closed his eyes and, relying on the immense power of the Sorcerous Font, created a seventh-ring Spell Slot once again.

When he opened his eyes again, his golden pupils were flashing with breathtaking magical light, and then an invisible dragon eye appeared and floated beside him.

[Calamity Dragon Eye]

He used his ability to Future Sight.

Those deep dragon eyes transcended the constraints of time, directly seeing the future.

At the very top of the tower, the twisted, stitched monster was writhing, approaching the trapped White Dragon.

The White Dragon seemed to see something extremely terrifying, letting out a frustrated and fearful growl. Its whole body trembled, and its massive body struggled with all its might, but unfortunately, it was bound by the incredibly tough magical chains, and all its struggles were in vain, unable to move at all.

Keosius looked grave.

"Wagnerd wants to devour that White Dragon; we must stop him."

I cried. I was so busy during the New Year holiday that I didn't get to post a picture. I'll make up for it tomorrow.