Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

The First Law's ability has the effect of 'transforming what has happened into mystery,' so it might be a coincidence. At the moment Novia shattered the mirror world, Yumina used the many broken mirrors to try to reverse the effect, which is that 'mystery is what has happened,' or simply put, she wanted to 'analyze' everything about Novia.

At that moment, Yumina held her breath, and then let out a breath that was almost gasping for air.

Perhaps it was out of emotion, or perhaps out of envy.

Even if it was only for the sake of stubborn descendants, it would be difficult to remain indifferent after learning about those things.

Her dazzling skin, her silver hair flowing like gold dust, her azure blue eyes, and the beauty of her body that could be seen even through her clothes—all these elements constituted a unique golden ratio, a beauty that brought joy. The majestic beauty that emanated from her aura was beyond the ordinary, a fact that needs no further explanation.

However, what truly gripped the First Magician's heart was not these outward appearances, or the charm that seemed to come from power.

"What a magnificent, yet tragic existence..."

What Yumina felt was the hardships and respect this person had endured in his life.

There's no real logic to it; anyone can understand the hardship involved. Yumina felt lonely and melancholy because she couldn't even come close to achieving it.

It turned out to be the case.

It's heartbreaking how hard he tried.

Therefore, Yumina developed a slight 'interest', because it was inevitable that this man would gather around her, and Yumina wanted to win his heart.

However, that might be incredibly difficult, because it's too pure.

So it's better to make him hate you, despise you, and reject you, leaving indelible scars in his heart. Only then can you truly win his heart and become the most beloved in his heart.

Therefore, I have to do more, more things that will make him hate me.

"Novia, I'll tell you something even better than Eri and Arisu."

"is it?"

"So, don't worry about those two guys anymore, it's pointless anyway."

Yumina knew it was impossible, but she just said what she thought would make her disliked.

In Yumina's view, although males have aspects that neither good nor evil can shake, they all have self-respect in their bones and do not like the things or people they care about to be looked down upon. That's why she deliberately looks down on them. In her speculation, Novia will probably refuse with a smile next.

however.

"If you can do it, then give it a try."

The tone that came out of the silver-haired youth's mouth this time was unexpectedly forthright.

"……Eh?"

"What, you're already disillusioned?"

Novia smiled wickedly, as if she had found Yumina's weakness.

"...I see. Well then, you'd better be prepared, Novia."

At this moment, Novia gently stroked Yumina's shoulders and slender neck, causing the girl to breathe heavily.

"The sound seems to be getting louder and louder."

Eri frowned.

But this time, instead of saying a word to Yuzhu and turning away as before, she quickly approached the witch's penguin costume.

It was very hot, incredibly hot, but Yumina inexplicably wanted to maintain this distance.

"Kuonji, although this is not a good question, you should remember the Demon King, right?"

"...Of course, so what?"

"Speaking of which, how did you two become acquainted after I came to Akihabara? Did he do anything?"

Yumina searched through Yuzhu's memories, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke with utter indifference: "No."

"I think so too."

Eri sighed, "After all, the Demon King is quite popular. I was overthinking things back then. Sorry."

Yumina felt her body tremble slightly, as if it were a reflex.

She was a beat too late to realize that Novia's mouth was pinching her earlobe. He shouldn't be doing this, but he was actually licking his ear right in front of Eri, slowly licking along the contours of the ear. Every time his tongue slid, his hot breath would fall on her ear, and that breath seeped into her brain, as if it were corroding Yumina's body.

"...What's wrong? Are you sweating again? Do you want to rest for a bit?"

"fine."

In the scorching heat, Eri, dressed in casual clothes, and Arisu, dressed in a penguin mascot costume, walked side by side. To onlookers, Arisu must have looked ridiculous, but Eri seemed completely unconcerned. She stopped talking and simply walked quietly alongside Arisu.

Yumina felt a sweet, numbing sensation as she watched her sister desperately trying to keep up with her pace.

She actually wanted to walk slower, but doing so would make her suppressed breathing too obvious.

So, as usual, she pretended not to care about Eri Se and continued walking, except that she was scratching Novia's hand with her nails, as if drawing circles, while simultaneously declaring to Novia without admitting defeat:

"You're mine now, so let me dye you."

However, Novia didn't reply; he simply kissed her.

……

When Kuonji Yuju woke up, she found herself in the bathroom of the mansion. The interior was decorated in a British style and was spacious enough that it could theoretically accommodate two people taking a bath together.

"...Yumina?"

Yuzhu, who was soaking in the bathtub, began to shout.

Looking out the window, it's already evening, meaning Yumina has been manipulating her body for at least a whole day.

And most importantly, Yuzhu had absolutely no idea what had happened... but according to her, it was most likely related to Novia, judging from Yumina's tone.

"Come out."

Xiao Youzhu's voice sounded a little different than usual.

Is she confused? If so, that's quite interesting.

When I was first held tightly, I had the same reaction, so we're even now. So let my emotions get even more chaotic, and then just show that expression to that man.

Yumina remained silent.

"Tell me, what exactly did you do with my body? I won't be angry... Huh?"

Looking through the full-length mirror in the bathroom, after cleaning the surface that had become hazy from the steam, Yuzhu inadvertently observed her own body as she touched the mirror with her fingertips. She subconsciously frowned, and the first thought that came to her mind was—it felt like she had been abused, but it also felt like a warm and stinging sensation.

So Yu-joo started looking at herself in the mirror several times, her neck, arms, insteps, thighs, and stomach all examined, but...

Why would Yumina deliberately injure her body? Is this the treatment she was referring to?

"Ugh……"

Although she doesn't remember it at all, Yuju will take this as a lesson, learn from it, and never forget it for the rest of her life. She will live with this belief and strive to prevent Yumina from deliberately harming her body without her knowledge.

As the night deepened, Kuonji Yuzu, who already knew that Novia and the others had returned, lay on her bed gently stroking those 'traces'.

For some reason, even though she was exhausted and sleepy, her eyes were still fixed on the twinkling stars outside the window.

"...My body is so tired."

Chapter 545 Please love Lilith.

Behold, the Lord has made the earth empty and desolate; he has turned the earth upside down and scattered its inhabitants.

The Lord will come out of his dwelling place to punish the iniquity of the people of the earth, and the earth will reveal its blood and will no longer cover the slain.

On that day the Lord will punish the crocodile, the swift-moving serpent, and the crooked-moving serpent, with his hard and powerful sword, and kill the great fish of the sea.

Isaiah in the Old Testament.

……

The Himalayas.

That's the place closest to the sky.

Looking out, all that could be seen was an endless expanse of silvery land and a pitch-black sky.

In the middle of all this, there was a man.

Mot, the Canaanite god of death, was the very culprit who stirred up, ravaged the planet, and blocked humanity's progress—the very concept of death.

If a being like a 'god' harbors malice, and given that this is a critical period of change in the world, it is only natural that the Fr world would behave this way. To a certain extent, Hermes and John Dee, the alchemists, fall into this category.

Although Mott failed to become the second-generation God-King, he was no pushover either.

From the perspective of the global pantheon as a whole, Mot, who was able to defeat the god-king Baal, is undoubtedly the strongest god of death, especially now, as his authority over death has become so distorted that it transcends the concept.

This is natural. Although Anubis and Yama escaped, their authority over death was completely absorbed. Even the South American god of death who was still there before was the same. Even the death that Mott longed for, which was located in Eri's body, was indirectly taken away by Mott because the girl herself rejected both possibilities and was discarded.

Therefore, at this moment, Mott can be described as the complete 'death' that embodies the power of 'death' in the world.

“...Anat.”

Mott whispered something like bubbles.

"This time, I will not yield to you again for the sake of my father's safety."

According to Canaanite mythology, after killing Baal, Mot was captured by Anat, who tortured him to the point of dismemberment and scattering his body powder on the ground. However, Baal and Mot soon revived. While the two continued to fight, Apsh, the Canaanite sun goddess, arrived and, under the pretext that El would be punished, Mot surrendered.

"Himalayas, submit to me."

Thick, dark clouds obscured the sky, and not only was there no sign of rain, but the fierce winds blowing from the ground abused their power, sweeping up the white snow and creating a scene of plundering everything. Now, this land is barren, and the planet is slowly dying.

As the previous generation of primates, protecting the planet on which they depended for survival was a necessity. Although the various pantheons of the Age of Gods differed to varying degrees and in different ways, they would never allow their planet to perish, as that would be tantamount to suicide. It was only natural that beings with the desire to 'live' would consider it taboo.

however.

Mott did not see it that way. To him, Earth was less a 'home' and more a sacrifice, and everything in it was meaningless, life existing only for death.

Therefore, a planet must be sacrificed to recreate a planet, a new planet in which he is the 'Eternal and Everlasting Venerable One'.

"Death is constant, filling all things and all living beings."

What appeared in response to the prayer of Mort the Grim Reaper was the manifestation of complete death.

The earth boiled, the sky cracked open, and stars seemed to pour down in an instant, trailing tails of light.

All of this combined creates an atmosphere of wonder, as if the sacred Canaan mountain of Zafen, promised with eternal prosperity, is about to appear.

But the thick black fog replaced the sacred mountain that the Canaanite king should have ascended; instead, there was only an endless, ever-expanding expanse of land—

The Himalayas.

"The place closest to the sky, from this day forward I will ascend to the heavens—"

What is that?! The universe?

There's no way this could happen.

If it were just an unusual phenomenon, it could be explained by something mysterious, but it's impossible for the Himalayas to be surrounded by scenery like the universe.

However, the things there ignored Mott's thoughts, with genuine stars shining brightly around a central sun.

If I had to describe it, it would actually be more like a 'pillar'.

Subconsciously, Mott slowly raised his eyes.

"Is it possible..."

His murmured tone revealed an emotion quite different from his usual indifference.

fear.

In awe.

Or... it should be called an unbelievable, murky emotion.

As a god of the Age of Gods, even though Canaan ended very early, he knew that after the Age of Gods ended, humans would be the primates of the planet, and the rules of the world would become the rules most suitable for humans. Fantasy and the gods were all violations of the rules and could only move to the other side of the world, leaving the world to humans.

The thing that anchors the human world is the 'Storm Anchor'.

Britain has it, China has it, and even India has it—

"O mysteries of foreign lands, daring to defile the mysteries of this sacred mountain belonging to Ga, may you perish here."

The moment the sound rang in his ears, an overwhelming surge of magic accelerated, and a spiral of light rushed straight toward Mott. At the same time, Mott sensed that the Himalayas had spontaneously begun to resist, as if they had come to life. It was a pincer attack from both inside and outside.

"Heh, is that so? A mere force dares to be so confident?"

Mott raised his index finger.