"I am the manifestation of the World’s Will," she continued. "My power cos from the plot and the book’s heroine. But then you destroyed the plot, and I lost my source of power. You think I’m not furious? If the plot hadn’t collapsed, I might have actually been able to cultivate a physical body and beco the sole supre being in this world."
"Sigh... so who can I bla? Who is there to bla? You say you’ve had it rough, but so have I! I’m stuck as this conscious, intelligent, yet completely ethereal being."
Celeste Grant looked at her, her gaze falling on Jocelyn Grant’s face. "So you possessed Jocelyn Grant’s body."
The World’s Will, in Jocelyn Grant’s body, sneered. "That was her own fault for being greedy and stupid. She should have known there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Besides, you can’t really say I *possessed* her body. Her original body was already gone. I was the one who expended my power to reconstruct it for her. So, if you want to get technical, this isn’t even her original body anymore. I have a perfectly clear conscience using it."
She stopped abruptly and looked up at Celeste Grant. "Wait a second... Did you just call stupid? I offered to be your underling, and you’re turning down?"
Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly. "And you’re not stupid? You don’t exactly look like the sharpest tool in the shed. Besides, The Demonic Sects have millions of followers now. Do I look like I’m short on lackeys?"
The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant: "..."
That shut her up.
Hearing Celeste Grant’s words, the World’s Will, who had just decided to be flexible and swallow its pride, found its defenses shattered.
She burst into tears.
’This is so sad.’
’Haven’t I been through enough?’
"How can you be such a bully?!"
Tears stread down her face.
’So embarrassing.’
’Why am I crying? It must be this useless body of Jocelyn Grant’s influencing .’
Javier Sinclair: "..."
Celeste Grant: "..."
’She’s crying already?’
’And here I thought she was supposed to be powerful.’ Celeste Grant felt she hadn’t even brought out the big guns yet, and the World’s Will had already broken down. ’It seems this World’s Will hasn’t existed for very long; its mind is still immature. A classic case of all talk and no skill. Its ntal fortitude is pathetic.’
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"What are you crying for? Anyone who didn’t know better would think we were bullying you."
The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, felt aggrieved.
"But aren’t you?"
"Fine, how about this. If you really want to be my lackey, it’s not entirely out of the question. But seeing you with Jocelyn Grant’s face is a real eyesore. It kind of makes want to strangle you." Of course, Celeste Grant wasn’t being sincere about taking her on. ’After all, this thing is bound to my Primordial Spirit now. I can’t truly believe sothing so dangerous has changed its ways, but this is the best arrangent for the ti being. I’ll re-evaluate the situation later.’
The World’s Will thought, ’Looks like that original host, Jocelyn Grant, was really hated by everyone.’
Before it could respond, Celeste Grant spoke. "Let’s do this. You can reconstruct bodies, can’t you? It shouldn’t be a problem for you to change your face, right?"
Hearing this, the World’s Will, in Jocelyn Grant’s body, fell into deep thought.
’I never thought of that. Mostly because the only faces I’ve seen up close are Jocelyn Grant’s and Celeste Grant’s. So I subconsciously never thought about creating a different one. Now that she’s telling to change my face, I have no idea what I’d even change it to.’
Mulling it over, she said aloud, "That’s a small matter, it’s not hard. But what should I change it to? How about one like yours?"
Hearing this,
Javier Sinclair’s cold gaze swept over her. "Are you sure about that?"
Though it was just a few words, the tone was utterly nacing.
’Okay, okay, he’s not soone I can afford to provoke! Definitely not!’
"No, no... just pretend I didn’t say anything."
Celeste Grant looked at her.
"Can’t you just create a face for yourself based on your own preferences?"
"My own preferences?" she wondered. ’Do I even have those? I’m not even a person.’
"Forget it. I’ll draw one for you."
’Mainly, seeing that thing with Jocelyn Grant’s face is enough to make lose my appetite.’
With that thought, she reached out. A blank scroll of unknown material, glowing with golden runes, appeared in Celeste Grant’s hand. It was sothing she’d found propping up a chest while organizing the Bloodfiend Den’s treasury, covered in dust. She had simply cleaned it off and tossed it into her Storage Ring.
It didn’t seem to have any other use, so it was perfect for drawing.
She waved her hand, and the scroll unfurled in mid-air. Using Magic, she began to draw an ancient-style portrait. An outline of a figure quickly took shape, gradually becoming clearer. A little girl in a pink dress ca into view.
It was a face completely different from Jocelyn Grant’s, and the features ca together beautifully.
Celeste Grant nodded in satisfaction.
’My artistic skills aren’t half bad.’
"See? Not bad, right? I drew this from my own imagination; it’s one-of-a-kind. You’re getting a good deal. From now on, stop parading around with Jocelyn Grant’s face. Just looking at it makes my blood boil."
The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, glanced down at herself. "Is she really that repulsive?"
Celeste Grant: "Yes."
The World’s Will raised her head slightly, a complicated feeling stirring within her as she looked at the painting hanging in the air. But when her gaze fell upon the scroll itself, she froze, utterly shocked.
’I can’t believe this woman has a treasure like this! Isn’t this a newly ford world? How could the hide of The Primal Auspicious Beast, the Kirin—sothing that should only exist in the great Immortal Domain—be here?’
’What an extravagance!’
’This is a Kirin Scroll! To a Human Cultivator, it’s just material for refining a Magic Treasure. But for an ethereal being like ... it can be used to forge a body. A brand-new body that would truly be my own.’
Her palms began to sweat.
She turned to look at Celeste Grant, finding it hard to believe she would just give sothing this precious away. To her, no less. Her gaze returned to the painting. ’The girl in the drawing is actually really pretty. I never thought this Celeste Grant, whom I’ve always hated, was so skilled. She draws so well.’
"You’re... giving this to ?"
Celeste Grant gestured with her hand. "What else? Everyone born into this world should be unique. Or do you want to spend your life wearing soone else’s face?"
’Unique? She’s really willing to let bygones be bygones. Damn it... does this an what I did to her in the past was just too horrible?’
She felt a pang of sha, but she put on an arrogant expression. She said fiercely, "Hmph! Don’t think so small favor is enough to change my opinion of you. I won’t be fooled, you vicious woman! Don’t think I’ll be moved by this little scrap you’re giving and start spilling my guts to you."
Celeste Grant: "..."
’What on earth did she misunderstand now?’
’Whatever.’
’It’s not important.’
"Enough nonsense. Just try it."
The World’s Will, in Jocelyn Grant’s body, spoke up. "Wait. Let get rid of this trash body first. You’re not the only one who despises it; so do I." As she spoke, her hands ford a seal, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
While Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair were still looking bewildered, Jocelyn Grant’s body collapsed to the ground. An unknown, yet powerful, energy flew out of the body and shot directly into the scroll.
The next mont, the golden runes flared to life. A crimson mist swirled, and a figure slowly descended from the air. A little girl in a pink dress curtsied, holding her skirt and spinning in a circle. Her face wore a pure, innocent smile.
This... Celeste Grant glanced at the body of Jocelyn Grant on the floor, then back at the little girl who had just appeared before her.
This was, she had to admit, a little unexpected.
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