“Why… why have the humans I tried to protect ended up like this?”
If the dark side of ordinary people made Freya question her life, then the corruption of the clergy made her even more unable to believe it.
After all, only those with pure hearts could inherit the power of the Holy Light, but looking at these clergy, they didn’t seem pure at all, did they?
“Don’t be upset, Freya.
Maybe the people here are just… ‘simple’ folk? Maybe things will be different somewhere else.”
At this point, Chen Xing still thought it was her, the witch, who had influenced this place.
Otherwise, the people here were just too messed up.
Wasn’t she supposed to be the source of all evil? But look at that—she’d been sealed for thousands of years, and human evil hadn’t lessened one bit.
“Their injuries will heal soon, but we don’t have any change to give you.”
It was obvious they wanted to pocket Chen Xing’s money, and they had the confidence to do it.
The Church was the most powerful force in this world—no one dared to mess with them.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, I don’t care about a little money.” Chen Xing smiled and waved her hand, but in her heart, she’d already sentenced this person to death.
“I’m going out for a bit.
You guys wait here.” After saying that, Chen Xing turned and left the church, finding a quiet spot where no one was around.
She raised her hand, gathering a ball of bouncy black jelly in her palm.
After tossing it to the ground, the jelly immediately began to change shape, like a piece of kneaded clay, slowly morphing into a human form.
Once it took on a human shape, the black faded away, replaced by snow-white skin.
The whole process was quick—less than three seconds.
The bootleg witch that Chen Xing had devoured last night now reappeared before her.
“I…” The newly reborn witch was a little dazed.
Her memory was still stuck at the moment she was swallowed by darkness.
She didn’t know what happened after that, only that she’d been in a pitch-black place.
But the darkness wasn’t scary—it made her feel safe, like she was back in her mother’s warm womb, experiencing that primal sense of security.
Now that she was back in the world, the bootleg witch’s mind seemed different from before.
Almost all her thoughts were now occupied by her master.
Her master, of course, was Chen Xing.
Right now, the bootleg witch’s mind was filled with her.
Her master was everything to her.
She existed for her master, was her humble and loyal servant, her property, and owed her absolute loyalty.
These thoughts were like iron brands, deeply etched into the bootleg witch’s mind, leaving her no ability to resist.
So the moment she saw Chen Xing, she immediately knelt down and said in a tone of utmost loyalty, “Master.”
“How do you feel?”
“It’s like being reborn.
I’m deeply grateful to you, Master, for giving me new life.”
Her body was made by Chen Xing, her soul covered in Chen Xing’s marks.
The bootleg witch still had her old memories, but her way of thinking had been completely changed.
The past didn’t matter anymore—her master was everything.
“No need to be so formal~” Chen Xing waved her hand casually.
She didn’t have the witch’s haughty airs.
She helped the bootleg witch up and saw that she didn’t look much different from before, except for the witch’s mark left on her pure white chest.
“I summoned you because I want you to keep doing what you’re supposed to do.
In a bit, destroy this church, then use your own methods to toy with the priests inside.
Leave the nuns alone—they’re just workers, I won’t make things hard for them.”
“Yes, I understand, Master,” the bootleg witch replied respectfully.
“I’ve tasted your memories.
Your name is Salona, right?”
“Yes, Master.” Salona had no complaints about her master reading her memories—in fact, she felt honored.
“After you’re done here, I want you to go back to your old master and be my spy.”
After reading Salona’s memories, Chen Xing realized her previous master was on the verge of awakening.
Even without enough souls, she would wake up.
That witch had served as a seal for over a thousand years, absorbing many witches that Chen Xing had released.
She was from the age of the gods, so after her fall, she was incredibly powerful.
She wasn’t as strong as Chen Xing, but the war she started between gods, humans, and demons wiped out half the world and half the gods.
In the end, it took the last war god of the age of the gods to defeat her.
So Chen Xing was still a little wary of that witch’s strength, especially since she also had the power to use darkness and fear.
She hadn’t recovered to her peak yet, so it was best not to confront her for now.
Better to plant a spy at her side first.
“Understood, Master.”
“Good, go ahead.”
“Yes, Master.” After speaking respectfully, Salona melted into the darkness beneath her feet and disappeared.
That’s why Chen Xing didn’t like these overly loyal servants—they were too stiff, always saying “yes, yes, yes”… like machines that only followed orders.
Take Little Dragon Girl, for example.
She used to be a proud dragon, but after falling into a demon dragon under the witch’s hand, she became evil, but still kept her own personality.
She knew how to act cute with her master and liked to “take advantage” of her.
She was absolutely loyal, but kept more of herself.
That’s why Chen Xing hadn’t devoured Freya—if Freya turned into another Salona, it would be boring.
Chen Xing needed some machine-like servants to carry out her orders, but only those she had no connection or feelings with.
Freya was such an interesting girl—Chen Xing couldn’t bear to make her dull.
She wanted Freya to fall into darkness of her own free will, to willingly become her follower.
“Freya’s already accepted darkness once today.”
Using her magic eye, Chen Xing saw that when Freya started doubting herself and hating humans, her dark side awakened.
So it was simple to get Freya to accept darkness—just let her see more of humanity’s evil.
“I just wonder if the humans in this world even need my help.”
If all the humans in this world were like the ones before, Freya would soon be trapped in a spiral of self-doubt.
But if there were more good people out there, then she, the source of all evil, would have to do her part.
“Heh heh heh, Freya, I’ll make you willingly kiss my feet.”
The witch’s tastes had completely rubbed off on Chen Xing.
She now loved stepping on others and making them lick her feet.
That feeling of conquest was just so satisfying.
