After a while, Lynne finally recovered from Little's suffocating embrace, gasping for air and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
No! This development in an abnormal direction must be immediately curtailed! Although she is technically 3005 years old! She is still, after all, a very young little loli! It's not right, at least it shouldn't be!
As Lynne pondered a solution, a tendril poked him from behind. Turning his head, Lynne immediately saw a terrifyingly close face, its breath like a storm, blowing harshly on him.
[Sanity-1]
Lynne widened his eyes and swallowed, saying: "Sir... do you need something?"
The Titan Skull narrowed his eyes, looking like the head of a majestic lion, speaking in a grim tone: "Since you can—temporarily return my daughter to her original form—could you possibly—"
His expression slowly became somewhat unnatural. "I mean—"
Lynne stared, rigid and motionless.
"That—"
Thwack—
Before he could finish, a tendril slapped him, sending him rolling several meters away.
Lynne watched, dumbstruck, as the Titan Skull, smoking from the top like a bounced ball, left him speechless.
"Useless creature—asking for help but hesitating and bullying—completely embarrassing!"
The Witch God Skull closed her eyes, the veins on her temple throbbing.
Lynne gulped. This seemed to carry some personal grudges...
In an instant, the face of the Witch God Skull, now in the place of the Titan Skull, magically transformed into an incredibly gentle and friendly smile. But due to the sheer terror of the face, the smile looked even more sinister.
"Ho ho ho ho ho—"
The Witch God Skull covered her mouth with a tendril, like a dignified lady, her gaze at Lynne filled with praise and mirth, causing Lynne's hair to stand on end, his sanity plummeting.
"I knew it—I didn't misjudge—our son-in-law is really more outstanding than expected—"
Lynne was completely taken aback.
"My daughter's judgment is spot-on—really, the more I look at you, the more I find you likable. Our family having such a worthy son-in-law—I could laugh in my sleep!"
Lynne (꒪Д꒪)ノ
His title had changed now!!
[Sanity-1]
Lynne sat stiffly on Little's lap, mouth agape, but unable to utter a word. The memory of being tossed into the air spun around his head. Could things really change this fast?
Lynne took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, saying: "Ma'am, do you also want me to help, like I did with Little, to recreate your past appearance?"
"No, no—how could a mother-in-law ask her son-in-law for such a favor? That would be so improper—hee hee hee hee—"
Then she leaned in close, her enormous eyes suddenly looming less than a meter away from Lynne, earnestly asking: "Can we do it now?"
Lynne blankly replied, "Uh, sure..."
...
A few seconds later.
Lynne stood in Little's palm, seriously looking at the Witch God Skull, who appeared slightly nervous and uneasy in the distance. He extended his hand, solemnly saying: "Ma'am, first you must understand, my ability has significant limitations! Although it doesn't drain my mental energy, there is a crucial precondition: you need to fully let your guard down against me. With your power, even the slightest bit of resistance... Will make it impossible for this ability to work!"
The Witch God Skull, a bit anxious, said, "I'm ready—"
Lynne nodded seriously.
[Ding! You are about to activate "Remnants of the Past." Do you wish to influence the target immediately?]
"Yes!"
[Ding! Target's rejection of you detected: 50%, resistance to you: 12%, trust bonus towards you: 0%]
Lynne: "..."
Looking at the somewhat nervous Witch God Skull, Lynne sighed and lowered his hand: "Ma'am, you're still too resistant towards me. Relax a bit, don't see me as someone you dislike or as a threat. Otherwise, I really can't succeed..."
The Witch God Skull pondered for a moment and then with a serious look, declared: "—Now—should be okay—"
She appeared confident.
[Ding! Target's rejection of you detected: 60%, resistance to you: 21%.]
"..."
"How did it increase? Like this, I really can't help you!"
Lynne was getting anxious.
The Witch God Skull thought for a moment, then earnestly said, "Just a moment—let me adjust my state—"
She then turned away from Lynne, muttering to herself, taking several deep breaths.
She turned back to Lynne with a serious look and began: "Now it should be..."
But before she could finish, she covered her forehead with a tendril, frowning and turning away, murmuring:
"It's not working—I'm still not ready. Every time I look at you, I automatically associate you with 'that scoundrel who deceived my daughter'—I—I can't..."
Just as Lynne was about to give up in despair, the Witch God Skull suddenly looked serious and said, "I've got an idea—"
Lynne raised an eyebrow in question.
Click—
To Lynne's astonishment, the Witch God Skull seriously extended a tendril, transforming its tip into a disc resembling a pocket watch. She tweaked it a bit. Then the "pocket watch" started to swing in front of her eyes.
"Could it be..." Lynne stood up, shocked.
The Witch God Skull solemnly followed the swinging "pocket watch" in front of her, saying, "I was once the most powerful witch of the Titan tribe—hypnosis is my specialty— Just a moment—I'll erase my prejudice against you—it'll be quick—"
Lynne then heard her muttering under her breath.
"He is my friendly and harmless son-in-law—not the scoundrel who abducted my daughter—not a creepy lolicon— not a jerk who loves to show off— I've never thought of dismembering him—swallowing him whole—flaying his skin—draining his blood—turning him into a doll—"
Lynne listened in shock to the torture methods she enumerated, targeting him. By his count, there were 121 different varieties. This... this much malice? It seems if it weren't for Little's connection, His survival would have been quite a miracle!
After several minutes,
"Activate."
The Witch God Skull narrowed her eyes, and a wisp of purple light emanated from them. She then closed her eyes heavily, her tendrils drooping.
"While I'm hypnotized..." she murmured dreamily. "Go ahead and do it..." Her voice grew softer, fading to a mosquito's whisper. "Remember... the time to recreate is... 4500 years ago... That was my... most glorious... time..."
She had hypnotized herself.
[Ding! The target's rejection of you reduced to 0, resistance to you reduced to 0!]
Hearing the system prompt, Lynne's gaze became serious. Whether it would work or not, now was the time!
"Recreate time! 4500 years ago!"
[Do you wish to activate "Remnants of the Past" immediately?]
"Yes!"
Lynne declared firmly.
Buzz—
An instant burst of blinding light surged. This time, Lynne immediately felt unprecedented pressure. Although the rejection and resistance were reduced to zero, without the boost of trust, and since this was more of a deceitful tactic rather than a genuine belief like Little's, it was much harder.
Lynne gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the recreation. Hoping it would succeed in one try... Otherwise...
In the next moment, Lynne let out a loud roar, pouring all his mental energy into the task.
Buzz—
The light converged.
Lynne collapsed, panting, into Little's palm, watching the fluctuating curtain of light. It should be... Successful.
Slowly, as the light dissipated, the Witch God Skull, feeling the changes in her body, quickly awakened from her hypnotic state. She eagerly looked down at herself, impatient to see the transformation.
Was she back to her former glory? Before she married that good-for-nothing, back when she was the noble witch... The Witch God!
The next moment, a pair of hands in black silk gloves, familiar yet different, entered her view. She was stunned. Then she quickly noticed the black swan-like petite dress on her body and her almost non-existent flat chest... She opened her mouth to speak. Instantly, a voice full of youthful mischief, unlike her own, came out.
Buzz—
Her gaze became vacant. Could it be…?
She quickly extended her hand, conjuring a large mirror in front of herself. Instantly, she saw in the mirror a little girl with long black hair, dressed in a black swan dress, her lips painted with bright red lipstick.
Buzz—
Her mind went blank, and she stumbled backward in shock.
"This is..."
She remembered now; this was from even longer ago when she was just a 12 or 13-year-old little witch, wearing her ceremonial dress for her advancement ceremony. This recreation hadn't brought back her glory from 4500 years ago but rather a period from even further back...
"Ah————"
A shriek of frustration and annoyance erupted. But because the voice was so youthful, even the high-decibel scream sounded soft and fluffy.
That guy... He actually turned her into a... Almost instantly, Lynne heard a system notification.
[Ding! You have triggered a special achievement: Everything Can Be Loli, you gain 200 Experience.]
[Everything Can Be Loli: A perverted achievement. When using the "Remnants of the Past" skill to recreate a target into a period that can be termed loli, there is a certain chance to obtain this! Whether intentional or not, this is enough to prove the host has a very healthy psyche. You gain a permanent buff: Shooting speed +5, Physical +5, Endurance +3, Armor penetration rate +5.]
Lynne: "???!"
Little, with her hands clasped and eyes shining brightly, exclaimed in surprise: "Mommy! You look so young! That's so cool!"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she quickly rushed over, wrapping her arms around her waist, (ω) looking up, nuzzling against her, saying: "Mommy, you're so soft~"
The Witch God Skull, trembling and horrified in her youthful body, then turned her gaze to Lynne, who was being held on top of Little's head, stunned. Her gaze exploded with furious indignation. He turned her into a loli! How infuriating!
"You want to die, don't you?!"
Thwack—
Lynne was instantly grabbed by that delicate hand as if snatching a mouse.
The Witch God, furious, glared at him, teeth clenched (〃′皿`)q: "Didn't I tell you? To recreate me from 4500 years ago! Didn't you hear me clearly?! Four thousand five hundred years, not seven thousand five hundred!"
She yelled. She screamed. Her chest heaved with indignation. Yet, due to her youthful appearance, her angry words, rather than being intimidating, held a hint of cuteness. Her face flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and rage. She resembled a little girl, infuriated by a stranger's sudden lifting of her skirt, her whole being nearly ablaze with anger!
Witch God bellowed, "Explain! I demand an explanation!"
[Witch God's Anger +10]
[Witch God's Anger +10]
Lynne quickly regained composure, pondered deeply, and calmly said: "Madam, please calm yourself! Indeed, there was a technical mishap. When recreating Little, I did not expend much mental energy, but the burden and pressure you placed on me were dozens of times greater... So there might have been some chaos in timing because, to prevent ultimate failure, I used all my mental energy at the last node, so..."
Lynne looked up, gazing at the black-haired girl before him, and embarrassedly said: "Perhaps... you did become slightly younger."
[Ding! Witch God's favor towards you -10]
[Ding! Witch God's favor towards you -10]
"Slightly younger?!"
She was stunned. Furiously, she grabbed her loose clothing at the chest and shouted: "Is this just a bit younger?! Is this just a little bit?! My proud figure developed over 3000 years, is gone! Do you see?! Empty! Completely empty!"
Lynne regained his composure, straightened his monocle, and said with a calm demeanor, "Ma'am, your words are mistaken. It's impossible for such development to occur at this age, and since it's a recreation of the past... Shouldn't you be more delighted to relive the joys of youth?"
(╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻ Experience your big turnip head!
Witch God, infuriated, yanked him close, gritting her teeth fiercely, "I see it now! You did this on purpose! You scoundrel! I've always known you weren't normal. No wonder you approached my daughter. You despicable, shameless, vile lolicon! You actually have such a preference! You're finished!"
Lynne was shaken. He immediately felt deeply insulted. It was just a minor accident. And yet she had blown it out of proportion to this extent! How could he tolerate this?!
Lynne, with a challenging glare (〝▼皿▼), pointedly said, "Ma'am, medicine might be taken recklessly, but words must not be. I've always been a very upright person. If I were truly a despicable lolicon, why wouldn't I choose the time of your bath to recreate you? Wouldn't that be even more thrilling?!"
No sooner had he spoken than Lynne realized his blunder. Despite her appearance as a harmless titan girl, she was essentially Little's mother, the terrifying Witch God herself!
Lynne shuddered, and as expected, he immediately saw the expression of the black-haired girl turn to one of blushing fury.
With a loud shout, "Damn it—" In an instant, Lynne, held in her grasp, was flung forcefully into the distance.
"Try it if you dare!!"
Little, in a state of shock, hurriedly dashed forward, diving to catch Lynne mid-air with both hands.
Meanwhile, Witch God, grinding her teeth and rolling up her sleeves, advanced in a rage towards Lynne, ready to settle the score.
Suddenly, a deep, mocking laughter echoed from behind her. Witch God froze. Then, the thunderous sound of a heartbeat resonated from afar.
"Dad? You're awake?" Little, holding Lynne, ran excitedly towards the sound.
The Titan Skull, with a sinister sneer, looked at Witch God, "Indeed—I woke up quickly upon hearing the noise—"
"..."
"..."
Then, under the stunned gaze of Lynne and Little, the Titan Skull, with a cold smirk, circled around the Witch God Skull, which had transformed into that of a young girl, appraising her as if she were an exhibit.
The Titan Skull, with a discerning sneer, commented:"Tsks tsks— Isn't this the renowned witch—disappeared for a few minutes—and look how you've shrunk—"
After a while, Lynne finally recovered from Little's suffocating embrace, gasping for air and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
No! This development in an abnormal direction must be immediately curtailed! Although she is technically 3005 years old! She is still, after all, a very young little loli! It's not right, at least it shouldn't be!
As Lynne pondered a solution, a tendril poked him from behind. Turning his head, Lynne immediately saw a terrifyingly close face, its breath like a storm, blowing harshly on him.
[Sanity-1]
Lynne widened his eyes and swallowed, saying: "Sir... do you need something?"
The Titan Skull narrowed his eyes, looking like the head of a majestic lion, speaking in a grim tone: "Since you can—temporarily return my daughter to her original form—could you possibly—"
His expression slowly became somewhat unnatural. "I mean—"
Lynne stared, rigid and motionless.
"That—"
Thwack—
Before he could finish, a tendril slapped him, sending him rolling several meters away.
Lynne watched, dumbstruck, as the Titan Skull, smoking from the top like a bounced ball, left him speechless.
"Useless creature—asking for help but hesitating and bullying—completely embarrassing!"
The Witch God Skull closed her eyes, the veins on her temple throbbing.
Lynne gulped. This seemed to carry some personal grudges...
In an instant, the face of the Witch God Skull, now in the place of the Titan Skull, magically transformed into an incredibly gentle and friendly smile. But due to the sheer terror of the face, the smile looked even more sinister.
"Ho ho ho ho ho—"
The Witch God Skull covered her mouth with a tendril, like a dignified lady, her gaze at Lynne filled with praise and mirth, causing Lynne's hair to stand on end, his sanity plummeting.
"I knew it—I didn't misjudge—our son-in-law is really more outstanding than expected—"
Lynne was completely taken aback.
"My daughter's judgment is spot-on—really, the more I look at you, the more I find you likable. Our family having such a worthy son-in-law—I could laugh in my sleep!"
Lynne (꒪Д꒪)ノ
His title had changed now!!
[Sanity-1]
Lynne sat stiffly on Little's lap, mouth agape, but unable to utter a word. The memory of being tossed into the air spun around his head. Could things really change this fast?
Lynne took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, saying: "Ma'am, do you also want me to help, like I did with Little, to recreate your past appearance?"
"No, no—how could a mother-in-law ask her son-in-law for such a favor? That would be so improper—hee hee hee hee—"
Then she leaned in close, her enormous eyes suddenly looming less than a meter away from Lynne, earnestly asking: "Can we do it now?"
Lynne blankly replied, "Uh, sure..."
...
A few seconds later.
Lynne stood in Little's palm, seriously looking at the Witch God Skull, who appeared slightly nervous and uneasy in the distance. He extended his hand, solemnly saying: "Ma'am, first you must understand, my ability has significant limitations! Although it doesn't drain my mental energy, there is a crucial precondition: you need to fully let your guard down against me. With your power, even the slightest bit of resistance... Will make it impossible for this ability to work!"
The Witch God Skull, a bit anxious, said, "I'm ready—"
Lynne nodded seriously.
[Ding! You are about to activate "Remnants of the Past." Do you wish to influence the target immediately?]
"Yes!"
[Ding! Target's rejection of you detected: 50%, resistance to you: 12%, trust bonus towards you: 0%]
Lynne: "..."
Looking at the somewhat nervous Witch God Skull, Lynne sighed and lowered his hand: "Ma'am, you're still too resistant towards me. Relax a bit, don't see me as someone you dislike or as a threat. Otherwise, I really can't succeed..."
The Witch God Skull pondered for a moment and then with a serious look, declared: "—Now—should be okay—"
She appeared confident.
[Ding! Target's rejection of you detected: 60%, resistance to you: 21%.]
"..."
"How did it increase? Like this, I really can't help you!"
Lynne was getting anxious.
The Witch God Skull thought for a moment, then earnestly said, "Just a moment—let me adjust my state—"
She then turned away from Lynne, muttering to herself, taking several deep breaths.
She turned back to Lynne with a serious look and began: "Now it should be..."
But before she could finish, she covered her forehead with a tendril, frowning and turning away, murmuring:
"It's not working—I'm still not ready. Every time I look at you, I automatically associate you with 'that scoundrel who deceived my daughter'—I—I can't..."
Just as Lynne was about to give up in despair, the Witch God Skull suddenly looked serious and said, "I've got an idea—"
Lynne raised an eyebrow in question.
Click—
To Lynne's astonishment, the Witch God Skull seriously extended a tendril, transforming its tip into a disc resembling a pocket watch. She tweaked it a bit. Then the "pocket watch" started to swing in front of her eyes.
"Could it be..." Lynne stood up, shocked.
The Witch God Skull solemnly followed the swinging "pocket watch" in front of her, saying, "I was once the most powerful witch of the Titan tribe—hypnosis is my specialty— Just a moment—I'll erase my prejudice against you—it'll be quick—"
Lynne then heard her muttering under her breath.
"He is my friendly and harmless son-in-law—not the scoundrel who abducted my daughter—not a creepy lolicon— not a jerk who loves to show off— I've never thought of dismembering him—swallowing him whole—flaying his skin—draining his blood—turning him into a doll—"
Lynne listened in shock to the torture methods she enumerated, targeting him. By his count, there were 121 different varieties. This... this much malice? It seems if it weren't for Little's connection, His survival would have been quite a miracle!
After several minutes,
"Activate."
The Witch God Skull narrowed her eyes, and a wisp of purple light emanated from them. She then closed her eyes heavily, her tendrils drooping.
"While I'm hypnotized..." she murmured dreamily. "Go ahead and do it..." Her voice grew softer, fading to a mosquito's whisper. "Remember... the time to recreate is... 4500 years ago... That was my... most glorious... time..."
She had hypnotized herself.
[Ding! The target's rejection of you reduced to 0, resistance to you reduced to 0!]
Hearing the system prompt, Lynne's gaze became serious. Whether it would work or not, now was the time!
"Recreate time! 4500 years ago!"
[Do you wish to activate "Remnants of the Past" immediately?]
"Yes!"
Lynne declared firmly.
Buzz—
An instant burst of blinding light surged. This time, Lynne immediately felt unprecedented pressure. Although the rejection and resistance were reduced to zero, without the boost of trust, and since this was more of a deceitful tactic rather than a genuine belief like Little's, it was much harder.
Lynne gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the recreation. Hoping it would succeed in one try... Otherwise...
In the next moment, Lynne let out a loud roar, pouring all his mental energy into the task.
Buzz—
The light converged.
Lynne collapsed, panting, into Little's palm, watching the fluctuating curtain of light. It should be... Successful.
Slowly, as the light dissipated, the Witch God Skull, feeling the changes in her body, quickly awakened from her hypnotic state. She eagerly looked down at herself, impatient to see the transformation.
Was she back to her former glory? Before she married that good-for-nothing, back when she was the noble witch... The Witch God!
The next moment, a pair of hands in black silk gloves, familiar yet different, entered her view. She was stunned. Then she quickly noticed the black swan-like petite dress on her body and her almost non-existent flat chest... She opened her mouth to speak. Instantly, a voice full of youthful mischief, unlike her own, came out.
Buzz—
Her gaze became vacant. Could it be…?
She quickly extended her hand, conjuring a large mirror in front of herself. Instantly, she saw in the mirror a little girl with long black hair, dressed in a black swan dress, her lips painted with bright red lipstick.
Buzz—
Her mind went blank, and she stumbled backward in shock.
"This is..."
She remembered now; this was from even longer ago when she was just a 12 or 13-year-old little witch, wearing her ceremonial dress for her advancement ceremony. This recreation hadn't brought back her glory from 4500 years ago but rather a period from even further back...
"Ah————"
A shriek of frustration and annoyance erupted. But because the voice was so youthful, even the high-decibel scream sounded soft and fluffy.
That guy... He actually turned her into a... Almost instantly, Lynne heard a system notification.
[Ding! You have triggered a special achievement: Everything Can Be Loli, you gain 200 Experience.]
[Everything Can Be Loli: A perverted achievement. When using the "Remnants of the Past" skill to recreate a target into a period that can be termed loli, there is a certain chance to obtain this! Whether intentional or not, this is enough to prove the host has a very healthy psyche. You gain a permanent buff: Shooting speed +5, Physical +5, Endurance +3, Armor penetration rate +5.]
Lynne: "???!"
Little, with her hands clasped and eyes shining brightly, exclaimed in surprise: "Mommy! You look so young! That's so cool!"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she quickly rushed over, wrapping her arms around her waist, (ω) looking up, nuzzling against her, saying: "Mommy, you're so soft~"
The Witch God Skull, trembling and horrified in her youthful body, then turned her gaze to Lynne, who was being held on top of Little's head, stunned. Her gaze exploded with furious indignation. He turned her into a loli! How infuriating!
"You want to die, don't you?!"
Thwack—
Lynne was instantly grabbed by that delicate hand as if snatching a mouse.
The Witch God, furious, glared at him, teeth clenched (〃′皿`)q: "Didn't I tell you? To recreate me from 4500 years ago! Didn't you hear me clearly?! Four thousand five hundred years, not seven thousand five hundred!"
She yelled. She screamed. Her chest heaved with indignation. Yet, due to her youthful appearance, her angry words, rather than being intimidating, held a hint of cuteness. Her face flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and rage. She resembled a little girl, infuriated by a stranger's sudden lifting of her skirt, her whole being nearly ablaze with anger!
Witch God bellowed, "Explain! I demand an explanation!"
[Witch God's Anger +10]
[Witch God's Anger +10]
Lynne quickly regained composure, pondered deeply, and calmly said: "Madam, please calm yourself! Indeed, there was a technical mishap. When recreating Little, I did not expend much mental energy, but the burden and pressure you placed on me were dozens of times greater... So there might have been some chaos in timing because, to prevent ultimate failure, I used all my mental energy at the last node, so..."
Lynne looked up, gazing at the black-haired girl before him, and embarrassedly said: "Perhaps... you did become slightly younger."
[Ding! Witch God's favor towards you -10]
[Ding! Witch God's favor towards you -10]
"Slightly younger?!"
She was stunned. Furiously, she grabbed her loose clothing at the chest and shouted: "Is this just a bit younger?! Is this just a little bit?! My proud figure developed over 3000 years, is gone! Do you see?! Empty! Completely empty!"
Lynne regained his composure, straightened his monocle, and said with a calm demeanor, "Ma'am, your words are mistaken. It's impossible for such development to occur at this age, and since it's a recreation of the past... Shouldn't you be more delighted to relive the joys of youth?"
(╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻ Experience your big turnip head!
Witch God, infuriated, yanked him close, gritting her teeth fiercely, "I see it now! You did this on purpose! You scoundrel! I've always known you weren't normal. No wonder you approached my daughter. You despicable, shameless, vile lolicon! You actually have such a preference! You're finished!"
Lynne was shaken. He immediately felt deeply insulted. It was just a minor accident. And yet she had blown it out of proportion to this extent! How could he tolerate this?!
Lynne, with a challenging glare (〝▼皿▼), pointedly said, "Ma'am, medicine might be taken recklessly, but words must not be. I've always been a very upright person. If I were truly a despicable lolicon, why wouldn't I choose the time of your bath to recreate you? Wouldn't that be even more thrilling?!"
No sooner had he spoken than Lynne realized his blunder. Despite her appearance as a harmless titan girl, she was essentially Little's mother, the terrifying Witch God herself!
Lynne shuddered, and as expected, he immediately saw the expression of the black-haired girl turn to one of blushing fury.
With a loud shout, "Damn it—" In an instant, Lynne, held in her grasp, was flung forcefully into the distance.
"Try it if you dare!!"
Little, in a state of shock, hurriedly dashed forward, diving to catch Lynne mid-air with both hands.
Meanwhile, Witch God, grinding her teeth and rolling up her sleeves, advanced in a rage towards Lynne, ready to settle the score.
Suddenly, a deep, mocking laughter echoed from behind her. Witch God froze. Then, the thunderous sound of a heartbeat resonated from afar.
"Dad? You're awake?" Little, holding Lynne, ran excitedly towards the sound.
The Titan Skull, with a sinister sneer, looked at Witch God, "Indeed—I woke up quickly upon hearing the noise—"
"..."
"..."
Then, under the stunned gaze of Lynne and Little, the Titan Skull, with a cold smirk, circled around the Witch God Skull, which had transformed into that of a young girl, appraising her as if she were an exhibit.
The Titan Skull, with a discerning sneer, commented:"Tsks tsks— Isn't this the renowned witch—disappeared for a few minutes—and look how you've shrunk—"
