Chapter 110

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Chapter 110: Are You a Succubus Now?

The surging “Ultimate Power” crashed into Lolth, Isabella, and Ann, quickly engulfing them in rolling darkness.

Chyzh Winchester, now controlling her “new body,” observed the scene with satisfaction.

In her eyes, the succubus was little more than a nuisance. Though a minor threat, there was no way she could have withstood that attack.

To Chyzh, this was no battle—just the effortless crushing of three insignificant bugs.

Her confidence surged as she surveyed her power.

The sealed legends of old and the foolish succubus who had suppressed her strength to an Elite Level… None could challenge her now.

Even against two or three High Legend Levels, she felt she could stand her ground.

Though her plans had been disrupted by the demon race, leaving her no time to fully activate the altar, becoming a Legend High Level entity was already a triumph.

If I could absorb the power of that Legendary Abyssal Red Dragon lord, even at its initial stages, I would ascend far beyond my current strength, she thought, her mind racing with ambition and resentment.

Her gaze turned toward Palgauro City.

Let the Republic of Seychelles fall—its troublemakers will serve as my nourishment!

But then, unease crept in.

Something wasn’t right.

Despite her newfound strength, she didn’t feel the boost she expected from a sealed legend.

And that succubus… How could she, a supposed weakling, display such calm before the attack?

Chyzh Winchester’s mind replayed the succubus’s cryptic laugh and final words before the darkness swallowed them. A faint worry began to gnaw at her confidence.

Turning back, she saw where the three figures had been standing.

There, a faint white halo glimmered amidst the dissipating darkness, enveloping the trio.

Isabella and Ann lay unconscious, but the succubus stood unscathed.

“Just a divine spell,” Lolth said nonchalantly, stepping forward within the halo. “My god is stronger than yours. After all, he’s one of the main gods on this continent now.”

Chyzh Winchester froze in disbelief.

“Blessing of the Holy Light,” Lolth continued with a smirk, her tone playful yet cutting.

Chyzh Winchester echoed the name, her voice filled with incredulity as it echoed through the cavern.

“You—a creature of the Abyss—using the Holy Light’s divine spells? How is that possible?”

Lolth raised a brow, her expression turning mock-serious.

“The God of Light loves all life on this continent, bringing warmth and protection to everyone. I, being a devout believer, simply follow his teachings. Is there a problem?”

Chyzh Winchester snarled.

“Impossible!”

Lolth immediately dropped her act, her face twisting into a lazy, sardonic grin.

“Of course it’s impossible,” she admitted, shrugging. “The God of Light loves all life on the continent. I, being born in the Abyss, don’t really qualify.”

She sighed, dismissing the topic with a wave of her hand.

“Enough about theology. Let’s get to the real question: what was I waiting for, right?”

Lolth gestured behind her to Isabella and Ann, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.

“First, I waited for you to make the first move so I could confuse these two and pin the blame on you. Second, as a succubus who prefers scheming over direct combat, my goal wasn’t to defeat you—it was to weaken you enough for Shelldor to finish the job.”

Lolth raised her hands, interlocking her fingers, and made a slow, deliberate motion.

Chyzh Winchester gasped. Her power—her massive, overwhelming strength—began to drain away.

Legend High Level…

Legend Middle Level…

Legend First Level…

Finally, it plummeted below legend, stabilizing at Epic High Level.

The “Ultimate Power” that had once surged through her body evaporated, leaving her weakened and vulnerable.

Lolth lowered her hands, smirking.

“Now, I just wanted to see how well you could control this ‘Ultimate Power’ of yours… and whether your master pays attention to every follower’s needs.”

She snapped her fingers, a small flicker of “Ultimate Power” appearing at her fingertips.

“But judging by this, your master is as useless as a dead fly.”

Chyzh Winchester could no longer process the taunts. Her mind, clouded by rage, fixated on one thing.

“You troublemaker! I’ll kill you!”

With a guttural roar, she lunged at Lolth, her massive, blackened body a shadow of its former strength.

Lolth stood unfazed, waving her hand lazily as the Holy Light flared around her.

“What do you want with me? My work is done for the day—it’s time to clock out,” she said dismissively.

“Go find Shelldor. She’s my colleague, and we’ve got a mutual success pact. It doesn’t matter which of us you pick.”

Chyzh Winchester hesitated for a split second. Before she could act, her surroundings shifted.

In a blink, Chyzh, Lolth, and the unconscious Isabella and Ann appeared on the streets of Palgauro City.

She recognized the area instantly: the Lauren Institute.

But before Chyzh Winchester could strategize her next move, Lolth shattered her concentration with a dramatic display.

Summoning a flicker of Ultimate Power, she aimed it at Chyzh’s head, letting it dissipate harmlessly. Then, the succubus let out an exaggerated scream.

“Help! Shelldor! Cultists are killing people!”

She launched herself into the air, spinning and somersaulting theatrically before landing with a loud thud on the ground.

Even knowing it was an act, Chyzh Winchester briefly questioned whether she had actually struck the succubus.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a deafening roar.

“Lolthlinda! Are you alright?!”

A massive hole burst through the roof of the Lauren Institute as Shelldor’s Abyssal Red Dragon form emerged, her fiery gaze locking onto Chyzh Winchester.

“You’re the one responsible for this!”