Chapter 67: Jealous Witch Incarnation!

The massive magic power was rapidly gathering and growing stronger. 

At this moment, in another part of the city, that colossal power was surging right there.

That place was Jiang Niaoniao’s home.

Jiang Niaoniao stood in front of the window.

The windowsill had already been crushed in her grip.

Shards of glass dug into her palms, blood dripping onto the floor, but she felt no pain.

Her eyes were locked on the colossal entity in the distance that blotted out the moon—the monster cradling Linlin in its arms.

That Envious Witch Incarnation · Xiran.

The streets around them had fallen into complete chaos.

Countless people were screaming, crying, running for their lives.

“The world is ending!”  

“Run!”  

“Help—!”

The night was swallowed by that enormous shadow.

Some people tripped over something invisible while fleeing and never got back up.

Others hid inside cars, only for the roofs to be crushed flat the next second, silence following.

Some trembled, unable to see the magic power. They dropped to their knees, clutching their heads, frozen in place.

They couldn’t see the several-thousand-meter-tall Envious Witch Incarnation overhead.

All they saw was the night sky twisting.

All they saw were buildings collapsing for no reason.

All they saw were the people around them dying without understanding why.

Boom—

Another building collapsed.

Dust billowed dozens of meters high like a tidal wave crashing onto the street.

Cries, shouts, pleas for help—all of it was drowned out.

But Jiang Niaoniao heard none of it.

She stared only in that direction.

Stared at the tiny pink silhouette being embraced.

“Linlin…”

Her voice was so soft only she could hear it.

“Linlin…”

“Linlin…”

Then the string in her mind snapped.

Why?

Why Xiran?

Why that psycho?

Why that control freak?

Why did she get to meet Linlin first?

Why did she make Linlin promise?

Why was she the one holding Linlin?

Why her?

Why her?

Why her?

Why—?

Linlin is mine.

I was the one who was good to her first.

I was the one who cooked noodles for her.

I was the one who gave her massages.

I was the one who made her feel good.

I was the one who recorded every single moment of her.

I was the one who watched those videos over and over in the middle of the night.

I was the one who wanted to keep her by my side forever.

She’s mine.

She’s mine.

She’s mine—

Frame after frame exploded in her mind.

Linlin sprawled on her sofa.

Linlin drinking the soup she made, eyes sparkling.

Linlin making soft little hums while she massaged her.

And those videos.

The video she had watched countless times.

Linlin with her eyes closed, biting her lip, body trembling slightly.

All of it was hers.

Her Linlin.

Her collection. Her treasure.

Why was Xiran stealing her?!

Why?!

Why why why why why why—!

Jealousy.

A voice rang out inside her head.

She didn’t know whose it was.

But it was crystal clear.

Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.

Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.

Like a chant.

Like a curse.

Like something that had come alive.

Jealousy—

Jiang Niaoniao jerked her head up.

Those eyes that were always gentle were now filled with pure madness.

Deep in her pupils, dark red light churned.

She took half a step back.

Not to run.

She simply couldn’t control it anymore.

Her sanity began to spiral out of control.

Boom—!

Powerful magic power exploded from her body!

Like a volcano erupting, like a nuclear blast. 

The magic power was dark red, carrying a sickly-sweet scent, and instantly devoured the entire room. Walls shattered.

The ceiling caved in.

Jiang Niaoniao’s home—the carefully arranged space where she had spent time with Linlin—

Was reduced to ruins in an instant.

But Jiang Niaoniao didn’t run.

She stood in place.

Stood amid the wreckage.

Her body began to swell.

Crack—crack—

That was the sound of bones snapping and regrowing.

The sound of flesh tearing and healing.

The sound of a person turning into something that was no longer human.

Blood seeped from her skin only to be covered by new skin.

Bones pierced through her shoulders and then grew back from behind.

Dark red magic power wrapped around her like a cocoon.

Bigger and bigger.

Taller and taller.

Dozens of meters.

Hundreds of meters.

It finally stopped at several hundred meters tall.

In front of the Envious Witch Incarnation · Xiran, it looked like a child standing before an adult.

Still a monster.

Still an incarnation of obsession.

Still a witch.

Its head was held high, its features obscured by a thick, impenetrable darkness.

But within that darkness bloomed enormous, vivid red spider lilies.

The flowers swayed in the night wind like living things breathing.

Every single bloom stared in the same direction.

Stared at the tiny pink silhouette being embraced.

Its body was a massive humanoid skeleton.

The bones were deathly white, dark red light flowing through the joints.

Draped over the skeleton was a black evening gown.

The gown was long, trailing across the ruins like flowing night.

The cuffs and hem were embroidered with golden patterns.

Those patterns glowed faintly in the moonlight.

This was—Jealous Witch Incarnation · Jiang Niaoniao.

But compared to Xiran, it was tiny.

Xiran’s incarnation towered several thousand meters high, head level with the moon.

Jiang Niaoniao was only a few hundred meters tall.

Like a child standing before a giant.

The difference was too vast.

Far too vast.

Yet she had still appeared.

Because she couldn’t hold back.

Because Linlin was there.

Because her Linlin was being held by someone else.

The Jealous Witch Incarnation lifted its head and stared at the enormous entity.

A hoarse sound rumbled from its throat.

It sounded like sandpaper scraping glass, or wind blowing through ruins.

But a few words could still be made out.

“Linlin…”

Very softly.

As if confirming.

As if calling out.

As if saying “I’m here.”

“She’s mine…”

The voice grew louder.

Hoarse, yet clear.

“She’s mine…”

Louder still.

Filled with rage.

Filled with jealousy.

Filled with an obsession that threatened to burn through her chest.

“She’s mine—!!!”

The final cry was a roar.

A howl.

A curse.

The entire night sky trembled. The spider lilies shook wildly.

Then dark red magic power spread in every direction.

The several-hundred-meter-tall Jealous Witch Incarnation took its first step.

Boom—

One foot came down and the ground sank dozens of meters.

Countless buildings collapsed, dust shooting skyward.

But it didn’t stop.

Step by step, it walked toward the colossal entity.

Toward the tiny pink silhouette being embraced.

Toward her Linlin.

In the distant night sky, the several-thousand-meter-tall Envious Witch Incarnation · Xiran remained standing.

Arms spread wide, loosely encircling the small figure.

As if it hadn’t noticed the tiny pursuer behind it.

Or as if it simply didn’t care.

After all, the gap between several hundred meters and several thousand meters… was too great.

Too despairing.

But Jiang Niaoniao kept walking.

Kept walking.

Kept walking.

Because she was jealous.

Because Linlin was hers.

Because she refused to accept it.

In the night sky, two gigantic existences.

One stood motionless, holding the person in its arms.

The other took heavy, deliberate steps, drawing closer and closer.