“I am here to follow the orders of Her Majesty the Empress. I do not obey the orders of anyone else.”
Kelita shouted with a flushed face.
“Then why did you send them! Wasn’t it to listen to me?”
“This was also an order from Her Majesty the Empress.”
“…What?”
“She ordered me to eliminate every eye that looks at me except mine.”
A sharp, unsheathed knife emerged from his waist.
“She thought it would be safest to handle it that way.”
“Grr!”
Kelita, making a strange sound, couldn’t take her eyes off the blade.
Thunk.
Breathing went haywire, and cold sweat oozed from her spine.
Dylan spoke to Kelita, who was in that state, in an indifferent voice.
“I apologize, Princess. I have no personal emotions.”
He raised the knife high.
Following Laclahan’s instructions, Muha pierced through the waterfall and flew inside.
Folding its wings against its sides and raising its beak, Muha’s massive body became agile like an arrowhead.
Swish!
As they passed through the thick curtain-like waterfall, a large open cave with its mouth wide open was revealed inside.
Once again, Laclahan whispered incomprehensible words to Muha, and without any signs of suspicion, Muha flew as he instructed.
More precisely, it began to dive towards below.
It was pitch dark to the point where you couldn’t distinguish one inch ahead.
If Laclahan hadn’t felt it right beside him, and if Muha’s feathers hadn’t supported her body, Vercheria would have been terrified by the profound darkness.
“Ugh!”
Unable to overcome the force of the wind, Vercheria wavered, and Laclahan firmly wrapped his arms around her for stability.
“Where on earth are we going?”
“To a place where the Absolute God has never been.”
As Laclahan’s playful words were about to finish, the surrounding air suddenly felt different.
And the next moment.
An intensely bright light exploded in front of them, almost blinding their eyes.
“Ugh!”
Laclahan reached out and covered Vercheria’s eyes, waiting for her to adapt to the light.
After a while, Vercheria opened her eyes.
And at the scene unfolding before her, she unconsciously held her breath.
Giant trees, each with various naturally colored fruits, covered the endless land, growing densely.
“Where on earth is this?”
Laclahan answered, patting Muha’s head smoothly as it landed on the ground.
“The place where air is created.”
When Muha lowered its jaw to the ground, Laclahan, still holding Vercheria, descended like riding a slide.
“We will hide our breath here.”
Vercheria, forgetting to blink, looked around.
“The trees all look different.”
“Yes, it may seem that way, but it’s not. The variety here is much smaller than the trees growing above. However, they grow much more abundantly. There are no people here who cut down trees to make paper, and there are no animals making vessels for carrying water.”
Laclahan held Vercheria’s hand, looking around as she seemed amazed.
“No one knows about this place. I was the only one who knew, but now I’ll show you.”
With each step he took, green grass sprouted from below.
Vercheria, following Laclahan, was captivated by everything being so fascinating.
“I didn’t know such a place existed.”
“As I said, no one knows.”
Laclahan laughed playfully.
“I made it.”
Vercheria’s eyes widened.
“What?”
She followed Laclahan, unconsciously glancing at Muha.
Muha, which always seemed sharp, was now stretching its body and resting on the grass, breathing comfortably.
“You really created this place?”
“Yes, a long time ago. When the Absolute God created beings above, there were a few things they lacked, and I helped with that.”
Laclahan squinted his eyes, recalling old memories.
“Gods each have their own powers.”
Vercheria, who could control the weather, Dipper controlled the land, and Velofeye moved the sea.
Come to think of it, Vercheria had never heard about what power Laclahan possessed.
“My ability is to perfectly mimic the abilities of others.”
Vercheria’s steps slowed.
“Does that mean you can have all the abilities?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. I can only briefly mimic the abilities I see in front of me.”
“Just a mimicry?”
“Yes.”
Vercheria bit her parted lips.
“Laclahan, saying this is just a mimicry is too modest.”
Exceeding the abilities of the original power holder.
That was the talent Laclahan possessed as a god.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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