Chapter 192: Demon in the Bottle – 31
“I wonder if you all taste good. Hehe, if I could just draw all of your souls into my domain...”
The Avatar muttered to itself as if he is in full control.
However, that didn’t mean that actually was the case.
Through the “window” called the Apostle, the Demon revealed a part of itself to this world.
In other words, the personality of the Apostle had a significant influence.
The problem was that Clara originally didn’t have the qualifications of a Apostle.
The vessel of her body was forced and indebted through Debulroots, and even the vessel of her soul was based on artificial creation.
Furthermore, there was even “identity fraud” involved, making her state extremely unstable.
The Demon sensed that there was something wrong with the vessel.
“Hmm? Hehehe... Is this the limit? Well, it can’t be helped. For the remaining time, do as you wish. Though it was short, you were my Apostle.”
It was quite a stretch for the Demon to exert his power throughout the entire banquet hall.
The window shattered, and the frame distorted.
The Avatar handed over the dominance of personality to his Apostle and disappeared to the other side.
The exoskeleton covering the Avtar’s body twitched stiffly like dominoes falling.
She looked around and shouted loudly.
“Ugh, fine. It’s my turn now... Reyna, where is that woman? Come out!”
The Avatar descended from the stage, tapping her legs as she walked around the banquet hall.
She swept through the hall, wielding dozens of tendrils.
Hundreds of people were on the ground, clutching their heads and ears in agony.
Around them, bubbles of air burst, containing rumors and gossip that plunged people into mental shock.
Various large corals appeared and disappeared translucently.
The “Garden of Whispers” the domain of Cinepecus was a forest of coral reefs existing in the shallow sea of the abyss.
The corals grew by filtering the conversations that accumulated there and exhaling whispers in the form of air bubbles.
“It’s all because of that woman! Reyna, where did you go?”
The Avatar wandered around the banquet hall, screaming.
She must be here.
Because of her, she is in this state.
Stealing Charlie, and now making her like this.
She has to tell her.
About her birth secret!
About her fake life!
Haha, she’ll despair, won’t she?
The Avatar wandered around the banquet hall, dragging her tail, searching for her.Find updated novels at novelhall.com
Karen froze in place despite a large pincer passing by right in front of her.
She, too, was ensnared by the whispers like everyone else.
“Your mother left you and just left for no reason.”
“What are you looking at, huh? Want me to gouge your eyes out?”
When she was verbally and physically abused by her father.
“You... You’re strange. Honestly, I can’t be friends with someone like you.”
“A disgusting person like you, really.”
When she was ostracized by her first same-sex friends.
“Get lost.”
“Just go away.”
“I can’t be friends with someone as disgusting as you.”
When Maya ended their friendship.
Unpleasant memories flooded in like waves.
Despite covering her ears, the noise didn’t diminish at all.
It directly affected her heart.
“I hate it... Stop... Please stop...”
Karen dropped to her knees and sat down.
She no longer had the strength to endure mentally.
It felt like her soul was escaping from her body.
This phenomenon was happening throughout the entire banquet hall.
Clara looked around the hall with despairing eyes.
Adults, students, everyone was gradually losing their vitality, ensnared by Papiflux.
“I’ll walk quietly... Please don’t hit me.”
Merren, who was beside her, crawled on the floor, pouring out tears.
Originally, Papiflux whispered subtly into the mind.
This direct and blatant attack was because the Demon directly used its power.
Fortunately, it didn’t affect Clara.
But that didn’t mean the situation was hopeful.
To exist as Clara, she had to drink a special potion every day.
It required fragments of Debulrotos and Trill to produce and handle it.
But both had been stolen.
Even if she survived here, her physical and mental divergence would gradually occur from tomorrow, eventually causing the collapse of the magic.
And there would be no original body to return to.
Seeing the Avtar rampaging now, she wouldn’t last a few hours.
The only way out was to break the magic.
Then find her original body again and somehow recover the remaining resources to escape.
With such a large-scale disturbance, the Orthodox Church would not remain idle.
Perhaps exorcists would come flooding in.
Clara pulled out a dagger from her bosom.
But what it used in the end was a broad spell aimed at the hundreds of people here, and couldn’t go through such delicate adjustments.
So ironically Maya could escape from Papiflux.
The Avatar who didn’t know that fact expressed her anger, gnashing her teeth.
“...Alright. This cowardly woman. What kind of trick did you use this time? Like when you made the stairs. But anyway....”
Clank. Clang.
The Avatar twisted her exoskeleton and raised dozens of legs.
“If I directly crush you into pieces, that’ll be it!”
A huge shadow covered Maya.
She squeezed out all the available mana and sent out an energy sphere.
Its size was smaller than the one used in Dvallchep.
It couldn’t be helped.
She had just recovered her mana, so she couldn’t draw much.
Thud.
The energy sphere collided with the exoskeleton, making a resounding impact but causing no substantial damage.
There was only a slight scratch on the hard shell, and the descending legs paused momentarily.
The Avatar being burst into laughter.
“Is that all? Don’t you have any more tricks?”
She struck again with her legs.
Maya looked at the death looming over her.
She had done everything she could.
It was truly the end now.
‘Director.’
Did he return first during the party?
It was both cruel and comforting.
Even if he was the Director, it would be difficult to confront the Cinepecus’ Avatar directly.
Thankfully.
At least the Director was alive.
She closed her eyes.
Thump.
A rumble echoed through the entire banquet hall.
The marble floor trembled.
A cold gust swept past Maya’s cheek.
After waiting for a few seconds, she realized she was still unharmed.
The one who came to her mind was one person.
Could it be the Director?
She opened her eyes.
But there was no black cloak or golden hair there.
It was all red.
It flowed from the body of the person blocking Maya’s path, and at the same time, it was the hair.
Maya widened her eyes.
She called out the person’s name.
“Ka...ren...?”
Karen had endured the Avatar’s attack to protect her.
With just her bare body.
She glanced at Maya with a faint smile.
While coughing up blood and entrails.
“Cough, cough... Enduring and standing firm... That’s a specialty of a ground skills...”
Her body collapsed like a pile of rotten straw.
It was an attack that carried the weight of a target several times heavier than herself.
No matter how much she displayed her ground manipulation skills, a human body couldn’t withstand it.
Maya received Karen’s falling body.
Her arms were twisted beyond recognition, and her legs had burst open, unable to withstand the pressure, revealing bones and flesh.
Maya bit her lip for a moment, then spoke.
“Why did you do that?”
She wanted to curse.
She couldn’t even say a word of thanks, but in this situation, she was curious about that?
But Karen didn’t feel bad.
Maya’s expression remained unchanged, and her voice was still emotionless, but Karen could see it.
Her trembling hands, her quivering lips, and the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
Karen wanted to burst into laughter.
Her friend was sad for her sake.
“Maya, I’m here...”
The voice that flowed from Karen’s lips was vivid and alive.
It didn’t seem like something coming from the mouth of a dying person.
And...
That was the end of it.
Her pupils stared blankly into space, and her lips no longer moved.
Maya’s rational mind accepted the situation logically.
Karen was dead.
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Chapter 191: Demon in the Bottle – 30
Chapter 193: Demon in the Bottle – 32