I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Just before the light was about to become even more intense, the area around the woodland suddenly began to riot once again. However, this time, what awakened was not a huge being like the Heterodactyl Wing, but the "boundary" of the woodland.

The darkness that served as the boundary and foundation of the woodland came to life.

The newly sprouted green grass in all the woodlands swayed in the cobalt blue light, appearing even greener under the pale moonlight, and a sense of absurdity arose from all directions of the woodlands.

The four colors of fresh green, grass green, emerald green, and deep green were more vibrant than ever before, followed by a clear, bell-like laugh.

These crisp, absurd laughs blocked the corrupting power of the alien wings, while at the same time, the green grass around the woodland began to grow rapidly, almost as tall as the trees, obscuring the earth and sky.

The path of the Heteromorphic Wings was blocked.

It was a symbol of absurdity, a representation of falsehood and folly, and a named figure beloved by the Woodland Diviners.

The foundation of the woodland, the grass maker.

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Roland opened his eyes again.

This moment of distraction lasted longer than ever before, but a surge of joy welled up within Roland's chaotic heart.

He left a loophole in his prayer to summon the Winged Ones—he did not mention offering up his soul and self, but only his physical body.

Of course, for esoteric practitioners, the debate over whether the spiritual self or the physical self represented by the skin is the true "self" has been going on for a long time.

Roland wasn't sure if the Winged Ones would be angry about this, but for him, the wrath of the Named Ones might be a better option.

In his extreme rage, Roland even wished for the entire city of Algiers to be destroyed by the Named Ones, but after calming down, he felt that it was better to live.

The alien wings might directly seize his mind and self—and Roland took the risk of gambling on this.

As it turned out, he won his gamble.

This time, the process of balancing the old and new selves seemed incredibly long. It seemed that the container still had some resistance. This tiny instinct was originally a little bit of fun that Roland had retained after the brainwashing, and it was also to make the containers' daily actions more natural.

But now, with his power declining like never before, becoming a spiritual imprint that exists in name only, the instincts that were originally present in this body have become the biggest obstacle to Roland's self-balance.

"who am I?"

A violent and chaotic emotion swirled in Roland's mind. He felt as if his spiritual imprint was about to be torn apart. The contradiction between his two selves became increasingly acute. The physical pain was secondary; the mental tearing and conflict was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced.

Roland staggered and fell to the ground, taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only make a hoarse "hoarse" sound.

Time passed second by second, and Roland finally managed to restore the fragile spiritual imprint to a precarious balance with the original owner of the body through his own willpower.

"Am I Roland... or Vanessa?" Roland covered his forehead and staggered to his feet, groping his way to sit in a chair. Even this simple movement left him feeling utterly exhausted.

He knew he wasn't truly exhausted, but rather that his self-awareness was flawed, preventing him from coordinating with his body.

For some reason, the invisible magic Roland had left in this body beforehand had vanished, which was why he couldn't integrate himself immediately.

Coupled with the subtle influence of the radiance emanating from the Mansor, Roland was unaware that his sense of self had undergone a serious deviation.

Even a fleeting touch from Teresa was enough to have a profound impact on the apprentice's spirit.

“I am Roland, yes, I am Roland.” Roland instinctively looked at his pinky finger. Vanessa also wore a gold pinky ring on her hand, which was the anchor point he used to confirm his identity.

But when he looked down at his hands, he found that his little finger was empty.

How could it not be?

How could we not have it!

Where's my ring?!

Without the pre-set anchor point, Roland's self, which had been on the verge of being healed, collapsed once again in an instant.

His face trembled violently, as if countless worms were wriggling and crawling beneath his skin, creating wave after wave of emotion. Hundreds of thoughts echoed in his mind, and for a moment, a violent wind seemed to rise in the room, almost blowing him to the side.

However, it was not the wind; not even the slightest ripple on the paper caused it to tremble. It was a mental explosion.

Roland's skin trembled more and more violently, as if it were about to disintegrate into countless worms at any moment.

As time went on, his symptoms of losing control became more and more obvious.

"Are you looking for this?"

A voice so familiar it was almost a nightmare came from directly opposite Roland. At the same time, he felt a surge of resentment and joy. Driven by these emotions, he managed to salvage his nearly collapsing self and forced himself to look up at Li Lin.

"Want it? I won't give it to you."

Li Lin reached out and threw the gold ring out the window.

"Who are you?!" Roland roared in impotent rage, enduring the increasingly intense headache.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you." Li Lin chuckled and removed the mask representing the Hand of Reshaping from his face. "To prevent the destruction of Mansus, to protect the purity of radiance, to carry out the will to reshape the future, to raise high the banner of arcane arts and history, and to return to the beautiful tomorrow of the future awaits us, Forget-Me-Not, Patriarch of the Hand of Reshaping!"

"The Hand of Reshaping...?" Roland's eyes widened, as if trying to memorize Li Lin's appearance, but unexpectedly Li Lin removed another mask.

Why is there another mask underneath the mask?

How many faces does he have?

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you." Li Lin chuckled and removed the Immovable Stone emblem representing the Geo Archon from his face. "To prevent Teyvat from being destroyed, to protect the peace of Liyue, to uphold the true meaning of leisurely wandering in the mortal world, and to never activate the shield unless in dire straits, in this world where demons and gods rise together, though I have no intention of vying for supremacy, I know the suffering of all living beings—"

Roland staggered and collapsed to the ground: "You...you!"

Then, under his grief-stricken gaze, Li Lin removed his third mask.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you." Li Lin grinned and removed the mask representing the Order of the Phoenix from his face. "To prevent Hogwarts from being destroyed, to protect the peace of the wizarding world, and to uphold the greater good, the spokesperson for the Unforgivable Curse! Aatrox, the financial emperor of the wizarding world."

Roland couldn't utter another word; his fragile mental state completely collapsed.

As it turned out, Li Lin had prepared a backup plan. Roland didn't have the six skins he had imagined, and he couldn't even maintain his fifth self. He collapsed under Li Lin's attack.

It's not so much that Li Lin's blow was too harsh and merciless, but rather that Roland was too weak, had lost his anchor, and was touched by Theresa.

"I thought I could use the Reunion mask."

Li Lin regretfully removed the mask from his face and placed it in the dark green tabletop.

Before me was Vanessa, who was slowly opening her eyes. Her eyes no longer held the despair they had expected, nor were they filled with the deathly stillness and emptiness I had anticipated.

Vanessa's eyes were filled with devotion.

Roland's self collapsed due to loss of control, with no possibility of recovery. These fragments of mental imprints, along with Vanessa's lingering instincts, formed a new self under Teresa's radiant shaping.

At the same time, due to Theresa's touch, she has actually broken the ironclad rule that the liquidators are not allowed to enter the Mansor, and has become a brand new superhuman.

However, because the new self is still dominated by Vanessa's instincts, her sexuality has undergone a slight shift.

[Vanessa, the believer]

[Sexual aspect: Cup]

[Rank: First Mark]

Vanessa's desire gradually overflowed, her lips always moist. She touched the flowing crimson.

After the madness caused by the seasons has subsided, you can use a ritual to elevate this person and unlock their next mark by employing sufficient light-based influence.

[Characteristic: Follower.]

[Your students, partners, guards, supporters, those you deceived, those you sacrificed...and all that belongs to you.]

This was a joyous scene, but Vanessa's joy did not stem from it.

She knelt down, shuffling on her knees to Li Lin's side, and with fervent joy, lowered her head to gently kiss his fingers.

Vanessa's eyes were filled with joy and dependence.

"From this day forward, you are my god."

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"Then wouldn't I be able to do whatever I want?"

Li Lin's eyes lit up, as if he had realized something, and he immediately became energetic.

"I want......"

Before Li Lin could finish speaking, Lester, who had been standing quietly behind him, stepped forward and said, "Sir, please calm down."

Li Lin, annoyed at being interrupted, said, "I advise you to mind your own business."

Lester replied calmly, "Sir, the point is not with me, but with that fiery one. She is still watching you from Manshu."

Upon hearing this, Li Lin immediately became serious: "You're right. I've always been upright and honest. How could I do something as despicable as having sex with someone?"

"I'm sorry, but I think you should have your own wonderful life instead of a fixed one, so I can't turn around for you."

Lester had no idea what strange things Lee Lin was saying again.

Vanessa seemed to understand what had happened. She slowly stood up and bowed her head to Li Lin once again. From the stunning blush on her face, it was clear that Vanessa was doing her best to restrain her desires.

“Lord… but I don’t know where to go.” She spoke almost as a sigh. “I can feel many memories in my mind, I can feel that those memories are not mine, but I know what they mean—Lord, do you need me to help you stabilize the situation in Algiers for the time being?”

Seemingly because Li Lin didn't answer immediately, Vanessa added eagerly, "I will do my best to fulfill your request, no matter... no matter how you want to use me!"

The thought of offering her flesh and blood, even her life, to the Lord filled Vanessa with a sweet joy, as refreshing as golden mead.

Lester's eyes lit up, but he dared not and would not overstep his bounds. He knew very well that although Li Lin was having an episode most of the time, the few minutes he was normal were enough for him to make judgments far superior to those of the vast majority of people.

Didn't you see that Governor Roland, who had been running Algiers for so many years, was completely thrown off balance by Li Lin's wild punches?