Chapter 229: The Chosen One
“So, you came to negotiate for your wife’s freedom?”
Mehmet scoffed, flicking his black wolf tail.
“As long as you understand, now get out of my wife’s body.”
Lena was unapologetic.
Why be polite to a mere remnant of a soul? It wasn’t the real deal, and even if it were, Lena wouldn’t back down.
“How dare you!”
“You’re the one who’s being presumptuous.”
“How dare you insult me! What kind of insignificant creature are you! Daring to command me!”
“Aminos, I am the weaver of your dreams!”
Lena suddenly erupted, a barrage of incomprehensible words like a machine gun, their power rivaling the whispers of an ancient god.
Mehmet was confused, he recognized every word Lena spoke, but together they made no sense.
And he wasn’t good at insults, his vocabulary limited to a few variations of “how dare you” and “arrogant words.”
Lena continued her tirade: “The evening sun sets, a crimson mist rises in the east… you look so righteous, but your actions are those of a scoundrel, and you dare call yourself a god? Are all gods like you? No wonder your true form perished, you’re no good either!”
Mehmet was speechless, his face flushing with anger, his only response a series of cold snorts.
“Such insolence, you must be determined to drive me out.”
Then he would stay, see what Lena could do!
With that, Mehmet sat down cross-legged, like a pig unafraid of boiling water.
His decision was sound.
This was Snow’s spiritual world, he couldn’t use magic to fight, and if he tried, he might damage Snow’s brain.
So, with the upper hand, Lena could only bow to him, and apologize for her crude words!
“You seem quite confident that I can’t do anything to you.”
But Mehmet had made one mistake, Lena, having entered this place, was fully prepared.
“Old man, times have changed, those who refuse to adapt will be left behind, forgotten…”
Lena’s right arm was enveloped in a dangerous black substance, the aura of death making Mehmet frown, it wasn’t magic, but something purer, more terrifying.
“You’ve lived long enough, it’s time to go to hell, old man.”
“You!”
Mehmet’s eyes widened, about to make a final, desperate struggle.
Black mist filled the sky, the golden tree shaking violently.
Mehmet possessed the ability to invade others’ spiritual worlds, this was the source of his power, and at the last moment, he abandoned Snow, successfully entering Lena’s spiritual world…
Darkness.
Compared to the icy cold, the endless blackness was the ultimate fear.
Mehmet had never seen such a spiritual world.
Empty, pitch black.
Snow’s spiritual world at least had a touch of spring, but here, he couldn’t find any information, any substance to utilize, even his connection to Snow was fading…
What was going on?
Where had Lena taken him?
Mehmet tried to find a way out, but this space seemed completely isolated from the outside world, his every effort futile.
As Lena had said, he was in a forgotten corner of time, and here, he would spend his final moments.
“Hahahaha, you’ve finally met your match, this is hilarious hahaha…”
A voice echoed from the depths of the darkness.
Mehmet turned towards the sound.
A figure in a blood-red robe, her face grim and menacing, her aura of slaughter enough to turn this place into a living hell, her killing intent similar to Lena’s, even stronger.
“Don’t you recognize me?” she chuckled, her voice like a cackling duck.
“Pandora!”
Mehmet exclaimed, his voice trembling.
“It’s me, it’s me… you haven’t forgotten, the former wolf god, the lucky wolf.” Pandora laughed maniacally.
Mehmet trembled, his fear deep-seated.
“What a ridiculous name, your expression is as laughable as your strength, after all these years, you haven’t improved at all.”
“Shut up! Dread God Pandora! You have no right to speak here!”
Mehmet, his weakness exposed, trembled with rage, his handsome face contorting.
“Still haven’t found the chosen one? Look at your fading soul, you might as well give up, there’s no one better than the one you have now.”
Another burst of laughter echoed in the darkness.
“Your luck is one in a million, whether it was escaping the cataclysm, or surviving the twilight of the gods, hahahahaha!”
“Shut up! Don’t call me by that name! I’m warning you one last time, Dread God Pandora! There’s nothing between us!”
“Are you scared? What are you afraid of? We’re both spirits, I can’t harm you. This young lady is the chosen of the chosen, and you’re still being greedy here.”
The mocking laughter was sharp and piercing.
Echoing in the boundless darkness, and in the ears of the indifferent man.
“Your luck gave you confidence, and it’s also the reason why you’ve stagnated, you never learn, you lucky wolf.”
Hehehehe—
…
Having figured out the reason, Lena returned from the spiritual world to reality.
“Hey, wake up, this is strange.”
Lena shook Snow’s shoulder, pinching her pale, delicate cheek.
Mehmet should have been eliminated.
Luring him into her spiritual world, then using her immense spiritual power to annihilate his soul, had a part of the plan gone wrong?
She looked at her arm.
The mark left by the Divine Artifact was gone, which meant Mehmet’s curse had finally ended.
“There shouldn’t be any major problems now,” Lena murmured.
Besides a slight headache, everything was calm, no backlash from her spiritual power.
She had to admit, after absorbing the core of the King-level abyssal creature Phytos, her spiritual power had become incredibly strong, even against the former wolf god, she was confident.
But…
“Why isn’t Snow waking up…”
“Maybe she’s tired, she’s still sick,” Angel suggested, moving to another room, not wanting to disturb Snow.
They exchanged glances, leaving the clueless Molly behind, and went upstairs.
They sat in the study, facing each other.
“I’ve found the source of the curse,” Lena began, explaining everything.
She also mentioned the strange parts, not holding anything back.
She was no longer fighting alone, she had countless shoulders to lean on, supporting and understanding each other.
“You mean, your body might also be hosting a parasitic spirit like Mehmet?” Angel asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s possible, but I’m not sure.”
Lena couldn’t be certain, she didn’t even fully understand her own body.
“When did you start feeling it?”
“After leaving the ruins. I would have fragmented dreams every night, but I couldn’t remember them when I woke up. And this morning, when I had a high fever, those images became incredibly clear, and I realized they might be real historical events.”
Angel listened to Lena, hugging her knees. “Maybe if you ask Snow, you can find out something.”
“You’re right, but she doesn’t talk much, you’ll have to build a relationship with her.”
“Why me?”
“Because it’s not convenient for me…”
Lena wouldn’t admit she was trying to avoid suspicion, after all, she couldn’t be too forward with her wife’s… well, you get the idea.
“Fine, you be careful.”
Angel looked at Lena with concern.
“Maybe it’s a good thing, don’t be so pessimistic,” Lena kissed Angel’s cheek, her gaze gentle. “I’m hungry, wifey~”
“Hmph… what do you want to eat? I’ll make it now.”
Angel hugged Lena’s head, stroking her gray hair. “Porridge or noodles? How about I make you some noodles?”
“I can’t eat anything too greasy right now, my cold isn’t gone yet.”
“Huh?”
“Hehe, nothing.” Lena nestled against Angel’s chest, closing her eyes.
Angel, confused, replayed Lena’s words in her mind, then realized. “You’re teasing me again! I said I’ll make you noodles, not… that!”
“But it’s noodles, isn’t it? The kind you’re thinking of… ah! Don’t hit me!”
Lena ran around the desk, Angel chasing her with her small fists, both of them out of breath. “I’m ignoring you, starve for all I care!”
“Hey, let me hit you, let me hit you… I was just kidding, if you get sick from anger, I won’t have a wife.”
Lena wrapped her arms around Angel’s waist.
“Let’s fly~”
“Put me down, ahhh—!”
The two figures spun around, Lena holding Angel.
She chuckled mischievously. “Isn’t this fun? I can go faster, whoosh~”
Angel clung to Lena’s clothes. “If you go any faster, your wife will die! Idiot!”
“How could I let you die? Even if I die, you have to die after me.”
“Lena…”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t say such things anymore… don’t talk about dying!”
Angel suddenly stopped Lena’s playful antics, her eyes red.
Lena paused, then smiled wryly. “But everyone dies, even a legend has their end.”
Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes.
“Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore, my wife is crying, my heart is breaking.” Lena comforted her.
She kissed her lips, her eyebrows.
Her little wife smiled through her tears.
“I’ll go make dinner…” she said, blushing, her beauty breathtaking. She playfully punched Lena. “What do you want to eat? Tell me, or I won’t make it.”
“Anything you make is delicious.”
The way to a person’s heart was through their stomach.
Lena loved Angel’s cooking, perhaps it was the “wife’s buff.”
“You’re just saying that.”
Angel left the room, her hand on her hip. “I’m going to ask Snow, and also see how far you two have progressed, hmph~”
“…”
Lena’s smile vanished, as if turned to stone.
Until Molly appeared behind her, her voice old and wise, patting her shoulder.
“Women’s hearts are a mystery, this is your trial.”
