Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 32 The Witch of Fate

Lyra shook her head, her voice trembling. "My lady, you don't need to comfort me. I know that a witch's awakening can reshape her body, but... I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I am bad luck!"

Lyra suddenly became agitated, clutching her clothes tightly. "I've read those accounts about the Witch of Doom... Our magic is chaotic, it's ominous!"

"If you force an awakening, the most likely outcome isn't advancement, but rather loss of control!"

"I'll become a bomb!"

She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall. "My lord, do you know how powerful a witch's self-destruction after a failed awakening is? Enough to raze half of the White Wolf Territory to the ground!"

"You went through so much trouble to build the city walls, and you finally managed to give everyone a good meal..."

"I can't... I can't ruin all of this just because I want an arm."

"More than my arm..." Leila lowered her head, tears finally falling into the hot soup in her bowl, "I hope... that those who are good to me will be rewarded."

The air grew quiet.

The campfire crackled in the distance, and the faint sounds of laughter drifted over.

Looking at the girl in front of him who was crying her eyes out, Lorraine suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha……"

Leila was stunned, looking at Lorraine through teary eyes, not understanding what he was laughing at.

"Silly girl."

Lorraine reached out and ruffled the messy hair. "You said you want good things to happen to those who are good to you?"

"Then I'll tell you."

Lorraine stood up and looked down at her, the campfire behind him casting a long shadow that resembled an insurmountable mountain.

"Your successful awakening, becoming the sharpest knife in my hand, is the greatest reward for me."

"As for self-destruction?"

Lorraine's lips curled into a haughty smile.

"In this territory, you can't die even if you want to."

After saying that, he didn't give Leila any chance to react. He grabbed her only remaining wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

"Come with me."

"Tonight, we're going to pull off something big."

"But...Sir! It's really dangerous!" Lyra cried out in panic, trying to break free. "That's the power of misfortune! It's completely uncontrollable..."

"Who said we should control it?"

Without turning his head, Lorraine pulled her toward a clearing at the edge of the territory, where the moonlight was brightest and the place was quietest.

What we need to do is enslave it.

……

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the hard frozen soil of White Wolf Territory.

Leila stood in the middle of the open space, her body trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't because of the cold, but because of fear.

That instinctive fear of one's own power.

"Don't shake."

Lorraine's voice rang in her ears, calm and steady, with a strange soothing quality, "Trust me, just as Anna trusts me."

He quickly drew ritual formations on the ground.

This formation is more complex than Anna's when she advanced, and more bizarre than Olivia's when she awakened.

The lines are not regular geometric shapes, but rather twisted patterns that resemble some kind of chaotic graffiti.

Lorraine took out the [Frozen Domain] from his pocket.

The moment this high-level artifact was taken out, the surrounding air instantly froze, and even the wind seemed to be frozen.

"The reason why the Witch of Misfortune is prone to self-destruction is because the power of fate within her is too violent and unpredictable."

"It could even disrupt the probability, increasing the likelihood of the ritual failing."

Lorraine explained as she made the arrangements.

However, rather than speaking to Lyra, he was more likely outlining the solutions presented in "The Witch's Codex".

"Like a mad wild horse, the more you try to ride it, the harder it throws you off."

"Therefore, conventional guidance is completely useless."

Lorraine placed the [Frozen Domain] at the core of the formation, right beneath Lyra's feet.

"The first step we need to take is not guidance, but—repression."

"Use absolute freezing temperatures to freeze that raging force of fate within your body!"

"Layla, get in there."

Lyra looked at the blue halo radiating a deadly chill and took a deep breath.

She looked at Lorraine.

The man was looking at her, his eyes showing no doubt whatsoever, only an unquestionable certainty.

It was as if her successful awakening was a matter of course.

Leila hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to believe in the man in front of her who always seemed to create miracles.

"Let's give it our all!"

Laila closed her eyes and stepped into the formation.

boom!

A burst of cold air erupted instantly.

Leila felt her blood, bone marrow, and even her thoughts freeze in that instant.

That kind of cold is not physical cold, but a profound sense of annihilation.

Just as the magic within her body was about to erupt, it was firmly suppressed in place by the extremely cold rules from this high-level artifact, rendering her unable to move.

"Now!"

A glint of light flashed in Lorraine's eyes.

He suddenly pulled out the third-tier core that he had dug out from the Snow Woman's body.

This core contains the essence of the Snow Woman's lifelong magic, as well as the domineering will of winter.

"Swallow it!"

Lorraine held the core to Lyra's lips, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lyra's lips were already purple from the cold and her mind was hazy, but upon hearing Lorraine's command, she instinctively opened her mouth and bit down on the core.

Gudong.

The core enters the abdomen.

The power of misfortune, which was originally suppressed by the [Frozen Domain], sensed the intruder.

The two forces collided instantly within Leila's body!

On one side is an extremely cold seal, on the other side is a violent misfortune, and in between is the enormous energy of a third-tier core.

This clash should have instantly torn Lyra to pieces.

But strangely, because of the existence of the [Frozen Domain], the explosion was forcibly delayed.

This delay gave Lorraine room to maneuver.

"reverse!"

Lorraine placed his hands on the edge of the formation, his mental energy surging in wildly, guiding the energy torrent that was about to spiral out of control.

"Misfortune is not a disaster, but a collapse of probability!"

"Turn this power... into your instinct!"

Om-!

A hazy beam of light shot into the sky, piercing directly through the clouds in the night sky.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only an eerie silence.

In the silence, the crisp sound of bones growing could be heard coming from Leila's previously empty left sleeve.

Click.

Click.

Flesh and blood regenerate, bones are rebuilt.

An arm, as white as jade but shrouded in a faint gray mist, slowly emerged from the sleeve.

Leila suddenly opened her eyes.

His originally dull eyes had turned into a deep silver-gray, with countless shadows swaying and flickering within them, as if countless spinning dice were hidden in his eyes.

【Lyra, the Witch of Fate (Perfectly Evolved Doom Witch)】

[Level: Tier 1 (Awakened)]

【Trait 1: The Taunt of Fate (Passive)】

[Description: Any hostile target that enters the territory will have a 30% increased attack miss rate, doubled weapon durability consumption, and a 30% increased spellcasting failure rate.]

【Trait 2: Favor of Fate (Passive - Divine Skill)】

[Description: As a favorite of fate, even the death of a slime in front of her might yield a dragon crystal, and the drop rate of materials needed for her territory increases significantly.]

Lorraine stared at the words, her breath catching in her throat for a second.

How could this be the jinx that Lyra claims to be?

This is clearly a living cheat code! A walking aura of good fortune!

Who will dare to attack White Wolf Territory from now on?

Before they even reach the city wall, half of them will probably trip over their own feet and fall to their deaths. The other half will be killed by Anna's bombs and will have to reveal their ancestral treasures.

Leila stared blankly at her newly grown left hand.

She tried clenching her fist.

A realistic tactile experience.

"I...I didn't explode?"

She looked up at Lorraine, who was covered in sweat but smiling broadly, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

"Don't cry."

Lorraine walked over and gently flicked her forehead. "From now on, if anyone dares to call you a jinx, you can make them step on banana peels and get water stuck in their teeth."

"Welcome again to the White Wolf Territory, Lyra, the Witch of Fate."