【Seize Trait】
This was an option that had never appeared for Lynn before.
But from the moment Lynn met Alastor, the system—which usually only responded when queried—suddenly began clanging and ringing with a barrage of notifications.
【Target detected: 'Alastor' is a servant of the hostile Dark Demon God.】
【Trait Plunder function is now open to the host.】
【This function can only be used on servants of the Demon God. It will consume double the Emotion Points, and the plundered target will permanently lose the trait.】
With Lynn's current reserve of Emotion Points, he could at most plunder a single purple trait from Alastor.
The moment he first scanned Alastor's panel, he had already decided on his target.
【Lost Lamb (Purple): Your soul is incredibly resilient, capable of enduring splitting with just a little rest. No soul spells can shake your sense of self.】
Alastor's authority lay in absorbing negative emotions and directing avatars by splitting his soul.
For ordinary people, splitting their soul so easily was easier said than done. The sole reliance that allowed Alastor to perform this almost self-mutilating act was the 【Lost Lamb】 trait.
So, what would happen if he lost it?
Question: What happens to a riddled soul that is forcefully glued together when it loses the adhesive holding it together?
“Naturally—it shatters cleanly into dust!”
Then, there was only one question left: how could he weaken the main body, force it into direct physical contact with him, and still ensure he remained in a condition to continue fighting?
Thus, Lynn had mapped out the following sequence of combat steps.
“See! Didn't that work beautifully?!”
Though excruciating pain still ravaged his body, Lynn laughed out loud, completely unfazed.
The battlefield had gradually turned into a completely one-sided affair.
Screaming miserably, Alastor scrambled and crawled on all fours through the snow.
His elegant demeanor was long gone, and a warm liquid seeped from his crotch.
“Get away! Get away!”
“Spare me! Spare me!”
“I won't attack you again! I'll warn the others in the Order, too!”
“The me here is just an avatar! Even if you kill me, nothing will—”
The falling snow vanished, replaced by a majestic white mist rising from the horizon.
It was as if some giant beast had bared its fangs, bringing with it an unignorable pressure.
Through the hazy mist, a figure slowly emerged.
Lynn listened quietly, nodding in understanding. “I see...”
“Mmh~ Those are indeed very tempting terms~”
“Right? Right? So... so...”
“I refuse.”
“Lynn! Do you hate me that much?!”
Lynn's tone suddenly softened.
“Hate you? How could I?”
“I'm actually very grateful to you, Mr. Alastor.”
When I first arrived in this world, I was truly, truly happy.
Magic, swordsmanship, girls like blooming flowers... all those beautiful things were mine just by reaching out.
No matter how much I claimed to care about the upcoming main storyline, from beginning to end, I never truly risked everything to change anything.
“Thinking back... it really was... arrogant.”
Arrogantly believing I could manage everything before me, arrogantly assuming the original protagonist would solve everything. Foolishly thinking I could easily obtain everything I desired, just like the transmigrator predecessors in web novels.
Rather than arrogance, it was actually cowardice!
Not believing I could do it, and thus shamefully choosing to escape.
“And the result of this escape... is plain to see.”
No matter how deep or remote an ostrich buries its head, someone can still kick its backside.
Alastor listened blankly as Lynn rambled on with these confusing words.
Is this guy... insane?
What on earth has he been talking about this whole time?
“I really... really appreciate you, Mr. Alastor.”
Thank you for violently shattering my arrogance so early on, while there is still time to redeem everything.
A bright smile suddenly bloomed on his blood-stained, handsome face. “From now on, I'll have to start trying for real...”
“The Order wants my life? Then let them come!”
“Whether it's you, the First Seat, or even the ridiculous false god behind you...”
“Pass a message to them for me.”
“Tell them—I, Lynn von Reinhardt, am ready anytime.”
He laughed wildly.
“Come and destroy me! —Before I destroy you!”
“Mad... you are absolutely mad...” Alastor's trembling voice was hoarse.
He was just an ignorant, low-tier mage who knew nothing of the true monsters, nothing of that truly magnificent and grand power.
How did he dare—how did he dare utter such wild words!
Those golden eyes looked down upon him.
Though the youth before him was so frail, as if a little force could crush him to pieces, Alastor—shamefully—faltered.
He shrieked, “You only won this once by pure luck! Do you really think—this makes you any match for the great Order?!”
“Yes, if we did this a thousand or ten thousand more times, you would probably win. But this time, I won.”
“And in the future... I will take this single victory... and keep winning forever.”
“It's time to say goodbye, Alastor.”
Alastor remained motionless.
No matter how much he screamed inside, no matter how much he squeezed every ounce of strength from his muscles, in the end, he couldn't even move a single finger.
Just meeting those indifferent eyes before him made his legs so weak he nearly collapsed.
Cowardice flooded uncontrollably from the depths of his heart, and every cell in his body wailed in misery.
Yet he could only watch helplessly as that nightmare-like figure approached step by step.
An index finger gently tapped the space before him.
“Shatter.”
Finally, he heard that majestic declaration.
...
The moment palm met skin, it was as if fireworks had exploded.
Blood filled the air, blooming into seductive, crimson flowers.
Paying no heed to Alastor's ugly end, Lynn's figure staggered slightly.
“I really... pushed myself a bit too hard...”
He looked toward the deep, dark cave hidden by the wind and snow, swaying as he walked toward it.
“Well then... there's still one last thing to take care of.”
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