Waiting

Faced with Lumian's attack, "The Gray Witch" Judith smiled calmly and serenely.

The illusory Tunnel in which He was located collapsed on its own, and He, along with Himself, fell like building blocks before the "Sword of Destruction" struck, one by one, cascading down like a waterfall.

Calamity engulfed him first, followed by Space-Time Storm, and then Lumian's Black-Flame Greatsword.

Once this area had completely vanished into nothingness, a terrifying and indescribable Space-Time Turbulence flowed erratically in the Depths of darkness. In another illusory and dark Tunnel, the figure of "The Gray Witch" Judith strangely emerged.

He was clearly delaying Lumian, not giving him a chance to return to the real world.

Lumian changed direction, and in one step, she was in front of the "Gray Witch," unleashing the "Sword of Destruction."

Depths the Underground Trier, the brownish-green trunk of the "Shadow Tree" was completely shrouded in a Gray-White mist.

The mottled tree bark, the accumulated desires, and the ancient scenes, eroded by the "Historical Fog," gradually present an illusory texture.

What is historical will return to history!

Abstract things can become real things, or they can be defined as pure concepts.

"Lord of Mysteries"—truth can transform into falsehood, and falsehood into truth; the distinction between truth and falsehood is no longer clear!

As the Grayish-White Fog continued to erode the "Shadow Tree," the figure of "The Fool," wearing black Gloves, carrying Stardust Staff, and dressed in a dark trench coat, suddenly flickered.

The Staff, inlaid with stardust, shone with a dazzling light.

Somewhere in the Mirror World, the figure of "The Fool" takes a step forward, flashing so quickly that the Ordinary Person eye cannot detect the flicker.

Before him lay a series of broken, illusory Tunnel; an all-consuming darkness engulfed the collapsed area, blocking the way.

Mr. The Fool spoke in a deep, rapid voice:

My wish is:

"Here, things have been restored to their original state."

He paused after each syllable, but the pauses were not obvious and did not affect the rapid delivery of the speech; they just made some syllables sound as if they were coming from a very far distance.

As soon as the sound faded, Miracle occurred: all the illusory, dark Tunnel returned to normal, and people could once again travel freely through them.

Seeing that the spiderweb-like Tunnel in the mirror had been successfully repaired, "Red Angel" Medici, leaning against the edge of the Mirror-Behind Region, picked up the apple in her hand and took a bite with a smile.

Having already condensed his iron-black, blood-stained armor, whose defense was not much Beyonder than that Pathway a "Warrior" of the same level, Medici did not rush forward. Instead, he continued to wait in place, anticipating any possible Mutation or troublemakers that might emerge.

As a "Hunter," one of the keys to success is patience—patiently waiting for the prey to step into the trap, waiting for all the variables and unexpected events to unfold, finding the true weakness, and then striking a fatal blow to complete the Harvest.

Last time, Medici overlooked the possibility of Alista Tudor going mad; this time, he will not rule out irrational choices again.

Standing over ten meters tall, Lumian was Burning in Crimson and almost purple Flames, yet his face retained a human appearance, one side bright and the other handsome, with Thorns -like Blood-Colored mark between his brows almost leaping out.

Just as the "Gray Witch" was about to use her old trick to dodge the enemy's frontal attack, her heart suddenly trembled.

He instantly felt that the other party was tall, majestic, terrifying, strong, and Charm, and unconsciously wanted to submit.

Even more terrifying is that He has a sense of fear of facing the origin, facing the Deity, facing the embodiment of destruction and the Apocalypse.

This caused Him to temporarily lose His self, both physically and mentally, making Him unable to respond effectively in a timely manner.

"Conquer"!

Lumian gained the power of conquest through sacrifices to the "City of Calamity," a power imbued with a trace of Sefirot energy.

Now, he is the true priest of the "City of Calamity," the bishop Source of War!

The "Gray Witch" froze in place, while Lumian, her Eyes iron black, reflecting Pale White, slashed down at the black greatsword Burning with Flames of Destruction.

At the same time, the Mirror World shattered into fragments above, below, left, right, front, and back of the "Gray Witch." Each fragment was "conquered" into soldiers, transforming into short arrows of varying sizes, bound by violence and destruction, composed of black Flames, which whizzed towards Judith.

This dense, impenetrable mass seemed to have woven a massive net of destruction, and Judith was the big fish caught in it.

Bang!

The "Sword of Destruction" struck the "Gray Witch's " shoulder, and the Black Flame arrows also hit the target from all directions.

A series of Gray Witch sounds rang out as Judith's "Mirror Substitute" exploded one after another, none of them escaping unscathed.

He is now the reflection in the mirror, but even He in the real world is affected by the "Harvest" and the "Sword of Destruction," suddenly bursting into Black Flame and burning to ashes.

Only those Slumber mirrors, which He had hidden in several places beforehand and severed most of their Mysticism connections, were spared.

It will take Him a considerable amount of time to Resurrection through this.

After defeating the "Gray Witch," Lumian's body suddenly shrank, and the Blood-Colored Banner between his brows gradually receded, yet it seemed to still be wriggling.

Without any delay or thought of hunting down the "Gray Witch," he immediately wanted to leave the Mirror World and then find a way to reunite with Franca, Jenna, and the others.

In an instant, he sensed something and turned his gaze to one of the illusory Tunnel.

He felt that true safety lay there.

Lumian's figure blurred, and he was about to disappear.

Just then, his thoughts froze as he felt a smooth and wonderful sensation on his skin.

He saw thick, snake-like black hairs emerge from nowhere and coil Entanglement him. At the tips of these hairs were either black and white eyes or snake-like heads with their mouths slightly open, flicking their tongues.

Lumian also saw that, under the gaze of those clear black and white eyes, his body had turned Gray-White, turning into stone, and he could no longer use any abilities.

He was entangled in layers of thick, snake-like, slippery, slightly damp black hair, as if he were Stone Statues.

The only thing he can do now is commit suicide.

Suddenly, a soft, gentle, slightly amused Women voice sounded in his ear:

I've been waiting for you for a long time.

The sound stirred Lumian's soul, making him itch all over. Even though he had become a stone man, he was captivated by it and didn't want to break free.

A name suddenly flashed through his mind:

"The Primordial Witch" Cheek!

Two delicate, white hands reached out from behind Lumian and gently stroked his cheeks.

These beautiful hands are not perfect, but they can stir the most primal and intense desires in every witness, instantly bringing them to Pleasure that leads them to Heaven, from which they can never escape.

Just seeing it.

Lumian, in his Petrification state, was also affected, his mind almost completely blank.

The reason it wasn't completely blank was because he saw his reflection in the mirror being dragged out of its Concealment place by those thick, slippery, black snake-like strands of hair. His body Gray-White because a shapely, cool yet indescribably hot body was pressed against his back.

The body cradled his face, dragging him with its long black hair, rapidly retreating into the Depths of the Mirror World, into that Special Mirror World.

When Mr. The Fool "Flash" into this area, he saw Lumian being embraced from behind and dragged inside by a Charm, indistinct figure within the Special Mirror World.

His Black Trench Coat billowed up.

"Fooling"!

At the same time, a figure several meters tall appeared in front of Lumian.

It was a Women, dressed in Long Dress that looked like it was made of White Bone, with black hair like a poisonous giant snake—long, thick, and slippery, with snake heads growing directly from the tops, or rolling black and white eyes. Everything around her turned to stone as a result, releasing all sorts of Mysticism Pathogens.

This Women's beauty transcends humanity, reaching a conceptual level. All living beings and all things are captivated and infatuated by her every smile and frown, experiencing constant Pleasure. Even rules and concepts seem unwilling to restrict her or oppose her.

Mr. The Fool's "Fooling" had an instant effect, making the Women's azure Eyes, as blue as the ocean and as clear as gemstones, become hazy and dreamy.

But His Charm did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it presented a different kind of allure.

This surprised even Mr. The Fool.

In that moment of hesitation, the area outside the Special Mirror World, along with the figure of the "Primordial Witch" Cheek, headed towards its Apocalypse, instantly condensing into an exceptionally dangerous darkness.

Once Mr. The Fool made his wish and fulfilled Wish, restoring the place to its original state, Lumian's figure had already disappeared into the deep Gloom that represented the Special Mirror World.

The shimmering figure of "The Fool" raised the Stardust Staff in his hand, manifesting a night sky filled with dazzling Stars before him.

Those stars quickly formed a directional dream Key, forcibly opening the Barrier of the Special Mirror World and locating Lumian's current position.

As Mr. The Fool was about to "wander" inside, a strange blackness suddenly surged towards the edge of that deep Gloom, forming an unusually huge and extremely Distortion phantom that resembled a human but had many inhuman features.

The phantom, separated by the Barrier of the Special Mirror World, watched the "The Fool" with madness yet utter silence, as if waiting for him to Past.

Mr. The Fool stopped his "wandering" and quietly gazed at the phantom.

Not too far from here, in an Mirror-Behind Region, "Red Angel" Medici leaned against the hard mirror, brought the red apple in her hand to her mouth, and took another bite.

With a click, He muttered to himself, "Cheek has indeed appeared."

"But He was not weak at all; in fact, He appeared even stronger..."