Chapter 118
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Chapter 118: Title
A plane pierced through the clouds, soaring toward distant shores beyond the ocean.
In the first-class cabin,
Ye Linlang reclined with closed eyes, her apparent calm belying sharp awareness of unfolding events nearby.
Lady Lilith possessed no Identity Card in the human realm. Were it not for avoiding complications, she’d have lingered in India awaiting the blood clan’s private jet. Yet forged papers made boarding commercial flights effortless.
A mismatched photo? Mere mortal eyes and electronic sensors couldn’t penetrate the witch’s concealing magic. She’d reserved the entire first-class cabin—no ordinary humans would share her sanctum.
Commitment to her craft required full immersion into every role she undertook. Personality, mannerisms, even thought patterns shifted like water. The greatest challenge lay in self-deception—a hurdle not yet conquered. Still, her honed artistry sufficed; none questioned how the witch Lilith and God of Light Yahweh could inhabit the same vessel.
Only one other occupied the cabin.
Seki sat across the aisle.
Air travel wasn’t unfamiliar to her—when conserving strength, she didn’t object to human conveyances. But being coerced aboard? That stung. Would the Big-Eared Monster fulfill its mission without her? That abyss demon’s fate seemed bleak, especially after sensing divine intervention earlier… Perhaps she owed this meddlesome witch gratitude. Capture by deities would’ve been inconvenient.
A derisive smirk curled Seki’s lips as her gaze flickered toward Lilith before snapping away.
Ordinary passengers perceived smooth flight, but Seki’s heightened senses detected every tremor. Should any observer inspect her physiology, they’d find humanity long extinguished—flesh interwoven with alien matter.
Abyssal power coursed through her veins, denser and darker than any found in common abyssal creatures. Where corruption normally began with minds before warping bodies, Seki’s transformation occurred in tandem. A single drop of her blood could mutate mortals into abyss demons—souls twisted into puppets obeying only the Abyss and herself. She could birth such horrors directly from her own substance.
Did she know? Absolutely. Restraint stemmed from strategic patience, not lingering humanity.
Her head bowed, ink-black strands veiling features. Behind the curtain of hair glowed eyes shifting from pale violet to smoldering amethyst, mist swirling within their depths like primordial fog.
Priest of the Abyss. Sacrificer.
As her deity’s chosen, she’d offer the ultimate tribute—a vibrant world throbbing with life and power. Perfection.
Without warning, abyssal energy shattered the chains binding her wrist. Before her captor could react, darkness erupted against the cabin wall, tearing open the fuselage.
Seki plunged into thin air, wind screaming past as she hurtled earthward. Even her enhanced form strained under the violent descent. Her eyes blazed fully violet now—
Teleportation.
On the Plane
Lilith’s eyes snapped open at Seki’s abrupt movement. Yet the apostate acted with ruthless efficiency – by the time Lilith rose to peer through the ruptured fuselage, only a dwindling silhouette pierced the clouds before disappearing entirely.
The wailing airplane alarms underscored the emptiness of the first-class cabin. Metal groaned as the doomed aircraft tilted, its death spiral already underway. Lilith pressed fingers to her temple, sensing approaching footsteps. That wretched child’s tantrum would cost them all.
"Even when resisting abyssal power’s corruption, must human sentiment be the first sacrifice?" The musing tone differed from Lilith’s sharpness – this was Ye Linlang’s contemplative cadence.
She understood Seki’s choice. How could one steeped in humanity’s cruelty, never shown mercy, be expected to nurture compassion? The Abyssal Deity’s fleeting kindness had become Seki’s sole constellation in an otherwise lightless existence.
Ye Linlang had anticipated this. As the deity’s vessel, selecting Seki as priestess demanded absolute loyalty, however fractured the girl’s psyche. The plane’s passengers meant less than insects to Seki – hence her bold escape under divine supervision.
Not that retrieval was ever the goal. Letting Lilith pursue simply reminded Seki that formidable enemies watched her every move. Contained chaos served the grand design better than forced obedience.
Seki’s intelligence would prevail, Ye Linlang trusted. The girl wouldn’t risk failing her Sacrifice of Blue Star through reckless impatience.
Yet this plummeting aircraft posed inconvenient complications. Without intervention, survival odds neared zero. "Fate’s threads entwine oddly," Ye Linlang murmured. "You’ll make adequate trial subjects."
The crew arrived within two minutes of decompression. Their gasps echoed through the ruined cabin where a statuesque woman stood untouched, crimson gown rippling like liquid flame.
"Dear God! What—"
"Must you state the obvious?" The beauty’s contemptuous retort died as thunderous turbulence shook the plane. Outside, churning clouds swallowed the crippled vessel whole.
Radar screens worldwide blinked. No wreckage. No distress signals. Just empty air where Flight 307 should’ve been.
Within an imperceptible temporal bubble, the frozen aircraft condensed into crystalline miniature. Ye Linlang caught the glass sphere, admiring light fracturing through its facets.
"Space-time harmonics improve," she congratulated herself, ignoring Fantasy Points’ depletion. The cost remained manageable…barely.
Doomed from Seki’s initial betrayal, no piloting skill could’ve prevented this crash. Indirect responsibility prickled Ye Linlang’s conscience – another karmic thread binding her to mortal realms.
Yet causality’s wheel turned strangely. She’d suspended their doom in azure crystal rather than let death claim them. Perhaps this disaster’s survivors would birth unforeseen wonders.
The temporal membrane’s creation had been elegant – a frozen moment woven into storm clouds, ensnaring the plane mid-plunge. Now their fates hung literally in her palm, awaiting destiny’s next twist.
At the Same Time
Simultaneously erasing all traces of the aircraft, she rendered it undetectable to ground radars and satellites. With spatial laws, she transformed the glass sphere into a dimension akin to the vastness within a mustard seed—compact enough to cradle in one’s palm yet spacious enough to contain an entire plane.
Bestowing them a serendipitous encounter destined for later unveiling, Ye Linlang twirled the crystalline orb between her fingers. Her gaze dropped abruptly, eyebrows arching in realization.
"Has the timeline advanced this swiftly?" Muttering to herself, she vanished from the skies as her calculations concluded.
*
Kingdom of England
"Lady Lilith—gone?! Explain this!" The blood clansman paled, trembling before his subordinate dispatched for airport reception.
"…The aircraft met with disaster. Her Ladyship was aboard."
"A mere crash?" Relief washed over the interrogator—such trivialities couldn’t endanger their mistress.
"It vanished over the Red Sea moments before impact. No traces… no communications…"
Special Bureau Cafeteria
"Vanished? Like magic?" Yu Yue leaned forward, chopsticks hovering over her tray.
"Radar contact ceased mid-flight," Wen Renyi reported between bites, gesturing vaguely. "Poof—gone over crimson waters."
"Wreckage simply undiscovered," came the logical counter.
"Or supernatural event," Su Guan interjected, sucking sauce from sweet and sour ribs before nudging the brooding youth. "Three days silence—you’d know if it crashed, Jiang Yan."
"Clueless," the technician snapped, glowering at the gossip-hungry women. "Pester Chief Liang if desperate. Or that actual chief right there!"
He jabbed his chopstick toward Liang An’s group dining nearby.
Division 5’s Chief Tang Tong ruffled Jiang Yan’s hair, undeterred by his stormy expression. "Such fire, kitten. Chief Lin and Chief Liang requested our guidance—complain to them about it."
Her laughter tinkled. "My tabby arches its back just like this when scolded."
Jiang Yan shoveled rice into his mouth, wisely avoiding retaliation against the instructor who’d once made him spar against thirty combatants. Memories of those "educational" sessions still made his muscles twinge—as if coding expertise required martial prowess! Three months of ideological lectures and bruised ribs under Tang Tong’s "nurturing" had branded one truth: never acknowledge any benefits from that hellish training.
