Wasteland.

"What! You let our daughter sign a Soul Contract with that guy?!"

Titan Head almost exploded in rage, extending massive tentacle after tentacle that rustled as they aimed squarely at Godweaver Head.

Godweaver Head sneered coldly, confronting him, and said venomously:

"So what if I did? Since it's a creature my daughter likes, we must keep it no matter what!"

Hearing this news, Titan Head nearly went insane with fury.

His eyes bulged with rage, his expression growing increasingly ferocious as he snarled cruelly at her:

"You're absolutely insane! Our daughter is only five years old! How dare you! You're crossing a line!"

Godweaver Head stood before him like a massive mountain, blocking the way, and sneered:

"Heh—we've both been dead for three thousand years—do you still think it's like the old days? If you hadn't lost back then, our daughter wouldn't have had to come down here and suffer—"

"My poor child—her head was cut off when she was just five—she was so young—she didn't understand anything—"

"It's all because of you, this useless thing—and now you dare criticize me?!"

Godweaver Head grew angrier the more she spoke, the venom and chaos in her huge eyes becoming increasingly evident.

A dark, menacing aura began to form grotesquely around her head, and that malicious curse spread recklessly around them.

"Get out of my way—I'm going to kill that human right now—"

He roared, his massive head instantly slamming Godweaver Head back dozens of meters.

He glared furiously towards the night-shrouded horizon.

His enormous head, like a great mountain, began rumbling ominously in that direction.

How could he not understand that madwoman's thinking? She felt guilty towards their daughter, and after turning into this kind of monster, she obsessively wanted to make up for her feelings of remorse.

She was trying everything to make their daughter live out the trajectory of a normal person.

But how was that possible!

It was practically a delusion!

And how could his daughter sign the sacred contract of the Titan Clan with such a weak, feeble race?!

But right at that moment.

Behind him.

Rustle—

Tentacles thick as pythons shot out one after another, tightly wrapping around his head.

"You dare attack me—"

Titan Head raged, madness in his eyes.

Godweaver Head was venomous and cruel, controlling the tentacles, saying: "You useless waste—do you really think our daughter is still that five-year-old child from back then—"

"If it weren't for you—my daughter would be grown up by now—would have become an outstanding Titan—"

"I'm telling you—if you dare interfere with our daughter's preferences today—I'll tear you into bloody shreds—"

Almost the instant she finished speaking, Godweaver Head surged forward with her tentacles.

A foul, terrifying giant maw grotesquely clamped onto his face.

Squelch—

A large chunk of flesh was torn off by her and swallowed.

Titan Head, furious and humiliated, grew even more deranged in his eyes. Like a madman, he instantly exploded the tentacles binding him into countless bloody fragments.

"You madwoman—it's all because of you—all you!! Curse you!! You give me no peace—you deserve to die—"

Squelch— Squelch—

His massive tentacles instantly stabbed into Godweaver Head's eye sockets, crushing her eyeballs into bloody pulp.

But Godweaver Head seemed to feel no pain, instead madly gnawing at his head.

"Ha ha ha ha hee hee—you useless thing—the crazier you get, the more useless you become—no matter how angry you are, you can't go back to the past—ha ha ha ha—you're just a twisted monster—"

She laughed venomously.

The two heads tore at the flesh on each other's heads like frenzied beasts.

The curse and malice that had been suppressed earlier surged back within them once more.

The clarity in their eyes was rapidly overwhelmed by venomous madness.

But they seemed eternally unkillable.

The flesh they gnawed off each other healed at a visible rate, rustling back into place, and with each healing, the curse grew a fraction stronger.

Squelch—

Titan Head grotesquely tore off the entire skin of her face, torrents of blood flowing from between his teeth.

Driven by raging fury.

He slammed Godweaver Head heavily, sending her flying hundreds of meters away.

And once anger began to rise, it surged almost uncontrollably wildly;

the crazier they became, the more they hated, the deeper they sank!

Titan Head whipped around and stormed furiously in the direction of Lynn and the others.

"Ha ha ha ha hee hee—you useless waste—ha ha ha ha—all you know is impotent rage—hee hee hee—"

Tentacle after tentacle shot out from behind him again, dragging him back firmly.

But Titan Head no longer wanted to pay attention to the madwoman behind him. Dragging the cackling, mocking head behind him, he advanced step by step, furiously.

"Die—you will all die—"

...

Meanwhile.

On the hillock.

The night breeze whistled past, tousling the stray hairs on Lynn's forehead. He smiled and stretched out his open hand towards Little One.

"Little One, if you're ready, then relax your mind. Only if you trust me and don't resist me can I perform that technique."

Little One said nervously (✪‸✪): "Really—is it really possible—"

She was nervous but also somewhat expectant.

Lynn smiled and said: "I believe I can do it."

"Starting now!"

His expression instantly turned serious, focusing all his mental energy on Little One.

Perhaps it was sympathy, or maybe pity.

He just suddenly felt, why should such an unjust fate befall a girl who was merely innocent and curious about everything?

She didn't even know anything.

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Just like that, her head was unjustly cut off, just like that she fell into this dark hell, becoming a monster no one dared approach...

If that's the case...

In an instant.

Countless fine, fragmented lights shimmered in Lynn's eyes.

[Ding! You are activating the skill "Echoes of the Past". Do you wish to intervene on the target immediately?]

"Yes!"

Without any hesitation.

The description of that legendary skill also surfaced in his mind.

Although it only lasts for an hour, and possibly even shorter because the target is Root-level, if it can truly bring forth the Little One from back then, even if not forever, it would at least be a...

comfort.

[Ding! Please set the reappearance time point!]

"Three thousand years ago, the moment before her head was cut off."

[Ding! Setting complete. Analyzing target's rejection level towards the host...]

[Ding! Analysis complete. Current target's rejection level towards you: 0%. Resistance level towards you: 0%. Trust level bonus: 200%]

"Really now..."

Lynn looked at Little One opposite him, who was watching him expectantly (✪ω✪), and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

"That's really touching, Little One!"

In an instant.

[Echoes of the Past].

Activate!