The moon in the sky and the moon in his soul—heaven and earth, they became one.
Endless crimson moonlight converged on Lynch's fist, carrying the vast and majestic power of the law, descending from the sky like a falling moon, crashing toward the noblewoman on the ground.
The noblewoman with the black fan remained as she was, face hidden behind her fan, lifting her head to meet the moonlight with eyes fixed on the descending fist.
They were eyes beyond description, pitch black, yet through that profound darkness, one seemed to see an endless universe, a darkness containing countless points of light like the billions of galaxies in the cosmos.
The gaze and the fist, filled with moonlight, met in the air, a collision of the tangible and the intangible in the void.
Boom.
The fist stopped in midair, and the gaze condensed along with it.
An extremely bizarre aura brewed at the point where the fist and the gaze intersected.
It was not about power or grandeur; it was not even a matter of force.
It was merely an aura, a concept—the concept of destruction.
The ground slowly sank as the soil was annihilated, destroyed, and reduced to its most primitive information.
Space slowly deformed as the air turned to nothingness, and visual perception was twisted by the laws.
The stalemate continued: one second, two seconds, three seconds.
After three seconds, Lynch took a deep breath, focusing his consciousness and pouring all his spirit into his soul.
The sky and the two red moons behind him grew brighter. The crimson light gathered on his fist flashed once more, and the fist violently broke through the shackles of that gaze, smashing viciously into the eye sockets behind the fan.
Bang.
The fist hit, yet Lynch did not feel as if he had struck a solid object.
It was a sensation impossible to describe in words; it was as if contact had not occurred physically, but rather, at the moment of impact, two consciousnesses and two sets of rules had collided billions of times in the void.
Mortal language is indescribable, and mortal will is unable to interpret it.
It was a war between supreme wills, a collision of divine authority.
It did not matter how long it lasted; before supreme wills, time had lost all meaning. In the next moment, the existence struck by the fist emitted a painful shriek, and the face hidden behind the round fan suddenly displayed several cracks, like a shattered mirror.
No, they were not cracks on a face, but cracks appearing across the entire space. Centered on the point of impact, they spread rapidly in all directions, the spiderweb cracks becoming increasingly numerous and dense.
“Red Moon!”
The sharp roar sounded like a piercing sonic assault, nearly tearing Lynch's eardrums. As the roar echoed, all the cracks exploded simultaneously, and everything before Lynch's eyes shattered into countless fragments like glass.
“Clatter.”
Lynch opened his eyes abruptly, his consciousness somewhat dazed.
Where am I? What just happened?
As his senses gradually cleared and his vision returned to normal, Lynch realized he was lying on a soft, large bed. Outside the window, the night was deep, and only the red full moon shone through the glass, casting a sheet of crimson moonlight across the room.
He felt a soft touch on his palm, warm and moist. Looking down, he saw Miss Valente leaning her head against the bedside, sleeping soundly with her golden hair as a pillow.
Her smooth face, her skin radiating a pale glow under the moonlight, her long eyelashes, rosy lips, small nose, and crystalline ears—her beauty was as exquisite as a work of art.
Looking at this silly sleeping face, Lynch's mind gradually resumed functioning, and he began to piece together what had happened.
It seemed that only his consciousness had been sucked into the mystery relic, while his body had remained behind.
He took out his pocket watch and checked; it was already past eleven o'clock at night. He had entered that bizarre world around five in the afternoon, and he had spent about five or six hours inside; it seemed there was no difference in the flow of time.
Miss Valente must have discovered that he had suddenly lost consciousness and moved him to the bedroom. But this girl, despite having her own room and her own bed, had insisted on running over to steal his bed while he was unconscious—how stingy.
That was exactly it.
Though he thought this in his mind, as he looked at her sleeping face, the corners of Lynch's mouth could not help but curl upward. He had just spent time in that bizarre world, playing a game of wits with an evil god who toyed with human hearts, nearly falling into traps several times, his every choice filled with dread, every moment feeling like a year. Opening his eyes to find someone waiting by his bedside for him to wake up—that warm feeling made blood surge in Lynch's chest.
‘Sigh, I am growing more fond of this world. Neighbor, thank you for giving me the chance to embark on this journey.’
【I hope you can keep this thought, Lynch.】
‘The future is hard to say, but at this very moment, that is how I feel.’ Lynch smiled. ‘Everything just now must have been real, right?’
【Yes.】
‘What exactly was the state of that place? My guess is that it was a special space created by the evil god using that mirror. I just don't know if the things inside were real or fake.’
【Truth and falsehood have no meaning before a supreme will, Lynch. Do not dwell on such things. Knowing it was a special space created by an evil god is enough.】
‘Alright, but at least that evil god was real, and she was the strongest enemy I have encountered since I awakened. I barely managed to defeat her this time.’
【You did not defeat her, Lynch. Your divine authority only severely wounded her, causing her power to fail in protecting that world. It could not withstand the collision of two supreme wills, so the world collapsed.】
‘It burst?’
【You can understand it that way. The world will soon recover, and she will soon recover, but at least you succeeded in teaching her a lesson.】
‘Then I am satisfied. I refused to die and leave precisely because I wanted to leave her with a lesson.’ Lynch, lying on the bed, let out a cold laugh but then sighed. ‘I am a little worried now. This evil god is much more powerful than Mordiggian. Will I frequently encounter such powerful evil gods in the future?’
【You should say that evil gods as weak as Mordiggian are rare. Besides, the one you encountered just now was not particularly powerful. Perhaps her true form is formidable, but this individual manifestation was not.】
‘Wait, true form? You know this evil god? So what I encountered was just an avatar? I thought I had met her true form this time.’
【Not an avatar, but an identity. He has a thousand identities, and the Swelling Daughter is just one of them.】
‘Huh? That many? Which identity is real?’
【All of them are real. His state is difficult to understand with your current cognition, and I cannot explain it to you. You can understand that each of his identities is him, yet they are independent of him. You can view them as separate individuals, yet they are one with the other thousand identities.】
‘I don't understand at all.’
【That is correct, Lynch. You are not an evil god, and it is impossible for you to understand his state, nor is there a need to. As for the question of power, you must pay attention to one thing: the upper limit of your power after activating divine authority depends on your understanding of that authority.】
‘Which means it depends on my own rank and strength.’
Although Lady Red Moon's description remained vague, Lynch had gradually learned to understand her intentions:
‘Don't worry, I understand. So I must continue to improve my strength as quickly as possible. I cannot become complacent by relying on divine authority, or I will never be able to confront powerful evil gods.’
【Yes, you have done well. I look forward to you walking further and further on the path of immortality, all the way to the supreme.】
‘I will. I believe in it, because you said we are always together.’
‘Heh...’
A gentle, light laugh echoed in his consciousness. Lynch smiled, and to avoid startling Miss Valente, he carefully sat up, bathed in the gentle moonlight, and gave a deep stretch.
He was a little curious whether the resources consumed inside had any effect on the outside world. Lynch rummaged through his clothes, wanting to check his belongings.
However, the moment he shook his clothes, something fell out.
Lynch frowned. He had never seen this item before. It was an ancient parchment book that looked like it had a very long history.
Where did this come from? Did this girl put it on me?
He looked at the cover, puzzled. The cover was drawn with bizarre and twisted patterns and characters.
Lynch did not recognize them, but the moment he saw the cover, his consciousness inexplicably understood their meaning.
It was a name he could not forget.
《Goddess of the Black Fan》
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and Lynch felt a chill all over his body.
What the hell, how did this thing appear on me?
Before he could figure out what had happened, a cold, yet playful voice suddenly echoed in his ear:
“Little one, I enjoyed watching you today. You are a very interesting playmate. Hehehe, from today on, I have my eye on you.”
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