The World’s Will, wearing Jocelyn Grant’s face: "Perhaps. But that will never happen."
Javier Sinclair slightly raised an eyebrow, then gave a sinister smile.
"Then try this."
As he spoke, he extended a hand, his fingers lifting lightly to trace a rune in the air.
At that very mont, chains inscribed with runes materialized from the void. Ancient runes were carved into these chains, and they pulsed with a ferocious, divine and demonic aura, as if they would devour everything.
Even the World’s Will, which had just been boasting of its immortality, felt a sense of danger at this mont. "Is that the aura of the Demon God? This... This is impossible. This world is just a newly-ford Cultivation World in the Lower Realm. How could a Curse Technique of this level appear here, let alone the Demon God’s aura?"
In truth, Javier Sinclair didn’t know either. It was just that after he reached the Transcendance Tribulation Stage in his Cultivation, these strange things would just pop into his head. He used them subconsciously.
In any case, it wasn’t harmful, so he didn’t pay it any mind.
"Weren’t you immortal and indestructible?"
Javier Sinclair sneered.
"So you’re afraid of this. In that case, you can go die."
As he spoke, he clenched his fist.
「At the sa ti.」
Javier Sinclair heard a sizzling sound.
Then he saw wisps of smoke rising from Jocelyn Grant’s body and dissipating.
"AHHHH..."
"No... What is this... AHHH, it hurts... I’m immortal and indestructible! I don’t have a Divine Soul, so how can I feel pain?! This is impossible!"
At this mont, Jocelyn Grant, bound and trapped by the chains, had a face full of hatred. "No, you can’t do this to ! I am your god! I am the core of this world! You were all supposed to listen to ! I did nothing wrong!"
Javier Sinclair waved his hand lightly through the air. The next mont, even more runic chains materialized from the void, crisscrossing until they completely obscured her figure.
"Too noisy."
"Stop."
"Ahh... Why am I dissipating?! No, I’m immortal! Javier Sinclair, you can’t kill ! You’ll regret it if you kill !"
Javier Sinclair sneered. "Have you ever seen regret anything?"
Just then, the World’s Will’s voice ca from within the runic chains.
"Did you think I didn’t have a trick up my sleeve?"
Javier Sinclair couldn’t be bothered with her.
He was just about to leave.
When he heard the voice again.
"You still don’t get it, do you? HAHAHA! I know every last one of you is treacherous. Did you really think I wouldn’t leave myself a backup plan? Every step I’ve taken to get here has been calculated."
"What if I told you that if I dissipate, the one you love will also turn to dust and vanish? Will you still kill then?"
Hearing this, Javier Sinclair, who had been about to leave, froze. He turned to look up into the air.
In that instant, all warmth vanished from his face. His eyes were like chips of ice, and within that coldness, the blood-red hue in them deepened. The baleful aura around him grew even more frenzied.
"Explain."
"What did you do?"
Javier Sinclair felt a flicker of panic.
He had never feared anything in his life. But the thought of his beloved disappearing before his very eyes filled him with a terror he had never known.
The voice ca from within the chains of the Curse Technique.
"You... You get rid of these first."
Javier Sinclair waved his hand, and the rune-inscribed chains moved away from her. He didn’t retract them completely, however. After all, if she dared to deceive him, she would die instantly.
Staring at the crisscrossing chains around her, the World’s Will in Jocelyn Grant’s body was starting to lose its composure.
’I’m immortal and indestructible, so why is there a Curse Technique that can specifically counter ?’
’I never expected sothing like this to appear in a Lower Realm. These runes even carry the aura of the Demon God. Are Demon Gods really this idle these days? To show up in a small place like this? And of all people, this Javier Sinclair has the good luck to be able to cultivate such a Curse Technique.’
Javier Sinclair looked at her, his face cold.
Javier Sinclair had no fondness for Jocelyn Grant’s face, so even knowing this wasn’t really her, he turned his head away in distaste. "You can talk now."
The World’s Will, wearing Jocelyn Grant’s face, saw his disgust. ’This Javier Sinclair must be sick in the head,’ it couldn’t help but think. ’This body belongs to Jocelyn Grant, the female protagonist of this world. Her figure and looks are top-notch, yet every ti Javier Sinclair sees her, he looks at her with loathing.’
’No wonder he couldn’t be the male lead. The man is blind. He’s fated to be a villain.’
Then, it began to speak: "Javier Sinclair, you still don’t know, do you? Celeste Grant is not from this world. She’s from another world—an outsider. By the ti I noticed, her Primordial Spirit had already rged with the supporting female character of this world’s book, becoming the Celeste Grant of this world."
Javier Sinclair was stunned, but only slightly surprised.
’So that’s what the World’s Will ant by all its incessant yamring about an ’outsider’?’
Seeing his calm expression wasn’t the reaction it wanted.
"Aren’t you angry that she hid this from you? She didn’t even tell you sothing so important! I can see she isn’t truly sincere with you. Don’t you feel angry? How about this, why don’t we team up and destroy—"
Seeing him raise his hand, the crisscrossing runic chains around her instantly aid right at her.
The World’s Will in Jocelyn Grant’s face hurriedly cried out, "Stop! I’m just trying to stick up for you!"
Javier Sinclair said coldly, "You’re trying to sow discord. Do you think I’d fall for that? I know exactly what kind of person my wife is. If she didn’t tell , it must be because she wasn’t ready, or she had her reasons. So I don’t care about a trivial matter like this. Only incompetent n would fuss over such a small thing."
The World’s Will in Jocelyn Grant’s body: "..."
’Just destroy it all. This is hopeless.’
’This bastard is so damn hateful.’
’He and that damn Celeste Grant really deserve each other as husband and wife. A match made in heaven. Even their talent for pissing people off with their words is exactly the sa.’
"It’s fine, I’ll tell you, Javier Sinclair. After I realized she was the heretic destroying the plot, I took precautions, just in case. I left myself a little insurance—I bound myself to her Primordial Spirit. So, if I die, Celeste Grant will also be instantly wiped from existence, HAHAHAHA! On the other hand, if she dies or is killed by soone else, it won’t affect in the slightest. Unless... unless she sacrifices her own Primordial Spirit. Then I would be annihilated along with her. But that’s impossible. After all, who would do sothing so stupid? So no matter what, I’ve won."
Javier Sinclair was furious.
"You’re courting death."
At this mont, the World’s Will was incredibly smug. It felt like it had won back a round. As long as it saw them unhappy, it was happy.
"Go on, kill if you have the guts. Tsk tsk, Javier Sinclair, do you dare? Killing ans killing the mother of your child with your own hands. You’d better weigh your options carefully. Or are you willing to sacrifice the one you love for the sake of all the people in this world? Could you bear to do it?"
Javier Sinclair didn’t speak, but the hand beneath his sleeve was clenched tight.
Jocelyn Grant laughed wildly. "My previous offer still stands. Join . Let’s create a brand new world together."
A figure appeared beside Javier Sinclair.
"Don’t even think about it. My husband may be a Demon, but he wouldn’t stoop to associating with low-life scum like you."
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