Chapter 274: Taming the Witch’s Egg
“However, could this also be a correct approach?”
Although Luxianbei’s actions were somewhat outrageous, after a brief contemplation, Proxy Player Sister came to this conclusion.
Excluding monsters like Jumeng, who are born as cataclysms, other spiritual ability users and urban legends encounter different dangers when acquiring cataclysm-level powers due to the varying powers of the urban legends.
It’s just like how, when Luxianbei envisioned Celestial Maiden Ya’s past, condensed the spirit seal, and “stole” Celestial Maiden Ya’s powers, she experienced tens of thousands of attempts and almost lost herself in the process.
If it hadn’t been for Shen Baiwei’s portrait, she might have been trapped in that critical state until her spirit energy was exhausted, her core as an urban legend collapsed, and she died on the spot.
Based on Proxy Player Sister’s experience in acquiring cataclysm-level powers through the witch species’s abilities, the most crucial point was taming Lilith’s remaining consciousness and activating the witch’s egg.
Her method at that time was simple; she directly acted, disregarding any consciousness or activation. As long as she destroyed everything, wouldn’t that be fine?
It’s just the witch’s egg, not a living Lilith; it’s not invincible!
Moreover, having already been pursued by more than a dozen A-Class spiritual ability users, like a wild BOSS being hunted for rare materials, she couldn’t obtain cataclysm-level power in a short time and achieve a counterattack. If those guys caught her, the outcome could be even worse than dying on the spot.
Since she was going to d*e anyway, she might as well take a gamble; if she lost, at least she could d*e with dignity.
However, “taming” could be done through forceful suppression or gentle persuasion!
At that moment, Luxianbei wasn’t being chased and had relatively ample time, so perhaps she could try gentle persuasion?
Who knows, she might even gain enough favorability to unlock some new postures!
If it really didn’t work, holding the power of the North Spirit Seal in a critical moment to forcefully suppress wouldn’t be too late.
Although it might hurt a little, as long as she didn’t d*e, it was fine.
“Alright! Let her try first?” Proxy Player Sister muttered to herself, “As long as she doesn’t believe the contents described in that ballad and naively acquires power from a heavily embellished past…”
From a certain perspective, taming the witch’s egg was similar to taming a magic sword in stories. As long as one could figure out a way to handle the curse within the magic sword, they could gain the sword’s power, regardless of the method used.
Punching, kicking, coercing, tempting, deceiving, all were options!
There are many roads that lead to Chang’an!~
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Lilith’s past might have issues, and that shadow condensed with Lilith’s past seemed to possess a faint consciousness…
It was precisely because Luxianbei discovered these that she attempted to communicate with it.
Although she had characteristics of BB-Ji, she was merely a bit more chatty than the average person and had not yet reached the absurdity of discussing with an entirely unconscious object.
She wasn’t someone who had been locked in the house too long and began talking to the plants in her balcony pots due to a lack of social interaction.
However, that could be considered a sign of abnormal mental state.
When did Luxianbei realize that shadow had consciousness?
It was first when the ballad recounting Lilith’s past echoed in her ears, and images began to surface before her…
Living in a mysterious forest, pure as an elf, the daughter of God encountered a boy from afar, fell in love with him, tasted forbidden fruit, only to face betrayal time and again, and ultimately awakened, calling back her sisters in the forest, reclaiming everything she had given to the boy, and destroying his kingdom.
From the perspective of urban legend lore, this story was indeed complete and had a degree of credibility, but it couldn’t encompass all of Lilith’s past; it might not even be true.
What was even more bizarre was that whenever Luxianbei harbored doubts while peering into those pasts, the subsequent images would respond to her concerns with corresponding answers.
It was like a third-rate web novel author encountering a bug in their writing, quickly copying a reader’s comment in the review section to fix it in later chapters.
Inexplicably repairing bugs to cater to “readers” seemed clumsy in a third-rate web novel. For the experience of a legendary high-level urban legend, the flaws were even more pronounced…
That was very abnormal!
When the past of Celestial Maiden Ya was presented, there weren’t so many questionable aspects!
It didn’t even consider whether the observer could withstand the impact brought on by the scenes showcasing cataclysm-level powers, even if an overwhelming amount of information could fry the observer’s brain, it wouldn’t hold anything back…
Although perhaps this variety of urban legend had different processes and difficulties in acquiring cataclysm-level power, if there was even a one in ten thousand chance of danger arising, one must take precautions.
Next, Luxianbei bravely picked up a lump of the Shaman Queen’s “exploded” dark flesh from the ground, tightly compacting it into a ball and throwing it at that vague shadow like a snowball.
Normally speaking, the shadow seen at this moment should either be an illusion without any physical form, something thrown at it would pass right through.
Or it could be highly condensed spirit energy that would directly crush anything it touched, and any other possibilities were likely similar to these two scenarios.
What surprised Luxianbei was when she threw that ball of flesh, the shadow actually shifted slightly to the side, avoiding it.
When she threw another, it moved again.
The faster she threw, the more frequently it moved, until eventually, as Luxianbei swung her arms in a “wind-fire wheel” manner, the well-composed solo ballad turned into a classic dance drama performance.
Though it used corresponding movements to disguise its actions in line with the changes in the ballad, it didn’t respond until it was “attacked” by someone throwing “mud”?
It felt inexplicably abrupt…
From the ballad’s content, there had clearly been multiple times earlier when it could have paired with some actions for better presentation…
But the most critical point was that she felt the trembling coming from the core of the urban legend’s essence, the witch’s egg, which was attached to her heart.
The sensation of that tremble was entirely different from the violent quaking caused by favorable external stimuli to the witch’s egg in the past.
Weak yet rhythmic, full of life, it felt as if another heart was growing inside her, gently pulsating next to her own.
Luxianbei had never experienced childbirth, and yet upon feeling that eerie tremble, a term immediately sprang to her mind—”fetal heartbeat.”
Although the locations were worlds apart…
Having not gone through Qi training, foundation establishment, or golden core formation, and suddenly becoming a “Yuan Ying” big shot, who could handle that?
Chillingly scary!
Luxianbei felt a sudden tingle at the base of her neck and a chill running down her spine.
Was this reasonable? Or was this a necessary experience in evolving the witch species urban legend to cataclysm?
If that were the case, did Proxy Player Sister secretly give birth to a “child”?
Luxianbei felt she might have encountered the greatest crisis of her life; her previous greatest crisis had been in the boiler room of Flower Language Sunshine Resort Hotel, which was when she had come closest to d*ath. Both crises had been caused by the damned witch’s egg.
Given these circumstances, let alone borrowing Lilith’s past to gain most of her powers, or visualizing to condense the spirit seal, with a minor mistake, she might end up being drained of “nourishment” by Lilith, bursting forth and becoming her cheap mother.
A stalwart man with a pure heart, a real macho, could actually have such experiences—only incredibly bizarre!
Her manly spirit definitely allowed for such events to occur!
In any case, since it had consciousness, might as well try to communicate first!
That was BB-Ji’s field.
If communication failed, she would have to use the North Spirit Seal for forced suppression…
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“…”
“After all, we are one now, no need to be polite!”
As Luxianbei said this, she lightly patted the shadow’s shoulder. At the moment she touched the shadow, she suddenly felt an icy chill radiating from her palm, and soon after, she saw a thin layer of white frost creeping from her fingertips up to her shoulder.
Her arm almost completely lost feeling.
The rich bloody spirit energy fluctuation quietly spread, enveloping the surroundings.
A sharp, piercing sound echoed in her ears, as if countless girls were emitting tragic shrieks, mixed together.
The coldness, the screams, and the spirit energy fluctuation filled with a bloody stench made Luxianbei feel as if she were hallucinating, believing a girl appeared behind her.
The girl stretched out her corpse-like pale, cold little hand, tightly pulling at Luxianbei’s arm, refusing to let her leave, whispering softly in her ear.
“Stay with me…”
“Isn’t it good for us to fall into the abyss together?”
At that moment, a burning pain shot through her eyes. The core of the mythological species urban legend was continuously pouring into her vision.
As with every time encountering immense threats, the unbearable scorching heat spread from the depths of her pupils, igniting, as if everything she saw was going to be burned to ashes.
In the next instant, when she released the North Spirit Seal, the last suppression on her eyes gave way, the images acquired from that ballad erupted in her mind like ignited photographs, enveloped in flames, gradually charring, collapsing, and finally revealing their true “appearance.”
It was everything Proxy Player Sister had once glimpsed concerning Lilith.
In an instant, it was as if some demon from the abyss had been unleashed.
What was visible was a sea of crimson.
Like a bl**d-colored ocean, filled with conspiracy, deceit, loneliness, despair, hypocritical smiles, gentle yet deadly kindness, and poisonous goodwill—all the ugly aspects of human nature drifted within that ocean.
The surging waves, like hands reaching from the abyss, pushed countless girls onto horrific gallows, forcing them to d*e a painful d*ath amidst prolonged torment.
As they perished, their eyes sparkled with cold light—some malevolent, some stubborn, some bewildered…
In the center of the turbulent sea of bl**d, a girl with long white hair and an enchanting figure stood upon the ruins of a shattered city-state, howling like a mad beast.
“Why? What is the reason? I gave you everything you wanted, treated you as close friends, yet you only wanted to put me to d*ath! Tell me why?!”
No one stepped forward to answer her question, only her uncontrollable sobs echoed.
The surface of the bl**d sea began to rise, as if it wanted to take her away, just like those girls caught in the tide.
The scarlet water rose past her ankles; she took a step forward, trampling on ruins and corpses, muttering as she advanced.
“I curse you; your evil will live on in your descendants’ bl**d. I will enter their dreams each night, devouring their lives; you will never find true love, surrounded only by parasites attracted by wealth…”
“You will be displaced, forever lacking your own country and land. One day… one day, your terrible ambition will stab you in the heart like a dagger and k*ll you!”
“I curse you…”
The girl’s voice echoed through the heavens and the earth, as if it wanted to spread across the entire world.
In an unseen place, countless eyes turned towards her, some malevolent, some indifferent, some furious… but no one stood up to refute or interrupt the girl.
Ah, were they feeling guilty? Or were they scared? the girl thought.
In that instant, a long-lost sense of joy and relief blossomed in her heart, but soon she seemed to understand something, falling silent and collapsing wearily to the ground.
Those guys…
Her former “friends” would not feel fear because of her curse.
They were like locusts, ravenous until they devoured her completely, then they would immediately set off to find another patch of green grass, where they would discover new “friends” and receive blessings and protection.
“Let it end like this, go home… mother, take me home?”
Muttering to herself, the girl seemed to lose the last ounce of strength, tilting to one side, silently falling from the towering ruins into the turbulent sea of bl**d, gradually sinking as if melting away, disappearing without a trace…
In an instant, an icy chill invaded every inch of her flesh, and a strong smell of bl**d, combined with the suffocating sensation of drowning, flooded into Luxianbei’s body, as if an excruciating pain was about to tear her apart from her limbs.
It felt as if she was about to d*e, with darkness pouring in from all sides.
———
“Hu—Hu—Hu—!”
In just a few seconds, it felt like centuries had passed.
When Luxianbei finally emerged from Lilith’s return from the crimson sea, liberated from the pain of d*ath, she couldn’t help but gasp for air.
After she slightly adjusted her state, she turned her head to look at her arm resting on the shadow and frowned.
“…”
So… is this the true past of Lilith?
Very well, it feels like reviewing a complete guide before starting a high-difficulty game—not bad!
But I wonder which among the many options will lead to the happy ending?
Luxianbei thought, slightly adjusting her breathing, and spoke again, “Miss Lilith, uh, I hope you won’t mind if I call you that?”
“Look at us now; we are one body, sharing both glory and damage. This is the situation. If you need a friend, perhaps I can…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Luxianbei felt a strong chill rush in, as the frost that only reached her collarbones quickly spread to her entire chest, causing the cold air to burst from her mouth and nose in a soft mist.
Luxianbei, “…” It seemed “friend” was not the correct option.
(Second update tonight at the usual time, don’t miss it!)
