Seeing Cyndia—her fair body growing immense, thickened with tumors and blossoms, like a strange tree—listen to her shy, hesitant plea, Caine could not help but shiver, every single hair on his arms standing upright. The scene was terrifying beyond human imagination, something he had never witnessed even in dreams. When he had been in Tingen facing Meghoels, such a scene would have unsettled him, causing him to momentarily lose the ability to respond due to fear and panic. But after all these experiences, he had become a truly seasoned, exceptional one. As Cyndia’s words reached his ears, the glove on his left hand subtly changed color—deepening to a rich, noble yet eerie black—signifying that Caine had activated "The Hunger That Moves" and switched into the soul of the "Orator," Misoel, now embodying the "Baron of Corruption." In an instant, he "distorted" Cynthia's words, transforming "General, I would like to have a child with you" into "General, I only want to have one child with you." Thus,克莱恩 believed that the general's guards and male attendants surrounding the tree-like monster would inevitably be gently pushed away by Cynthia—now having her intentions warped—thus being sent to the periphery to catch their breath. As for whether this would reveal her to be anything other than the true General Emmerich, he didn't care. Anyone still overly concerned about whether they were truly embodying their role was clearly a severe perfectionist, and he was clearly not one. Moreover, in an environment where desires were amplified to their utmost,克莱恩 doubted that the others affected by the distortion could even focus on the specifics of the battle. The "Distortion" ability of the "Decayed Baron" had quietly activated, yet克莱恩 was astonished to see that the men surrounding Cynthia remained motionless, unaffected by any repulsion at all! It had already twisted… yet the mutated Cyra managed to directly resist this effect! Kline's pupils contracted, and he leapt two steps to the side. Where he had stood, a brownish twig emerged, its top bearing a large bloom still glistening with mucous. The bloom was unusually massive—when it opened, it seemed capable of swallowing an entire person whole. Though Kline had never witnessed cannibalistic creatures in the original rainforests of the southern continent, he now believed nothing could be more terrifying or dramatic. Plip! Plip! Plip! Twigs with wet, blooming heads began to pierce through the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, rushing toward Kline from all directions. As they surged forward, the blooms inadvertently bit into Lyran, the golden-haired secretary, and into the guards and male servants celebrating on the surrounding carpets. Having learned from the earlier lesson of resisting the "twisting" effect, Kline now moved without hesitation, drawing his right hand and gripping the dark-gold advanced sigil firmly in his palm. "The Ninth Law!" He hadn't originally intended to use this incantation so quickly—not out of reluctance, but because he hoped to engage in a prolonged struggle, first determining exactly what strengths the monster form of Cynara possessed, before making targeted weaknesses. After all, the "Ninth Law" couldn't impose broad restrictions; its content had to be specific. For instance, it couldn't render all extraordinary abilities in this location ineffective, but it could designate one particular ability to fail. To maximize its value, careful observation and sharp judgment were essential prerequisites! However, the current situation now compels Kline to reveal his hand immediately; otherwise, he doubts he'll be able to inflict any meaningful damage upon that tree-encased monster. Should the "Ninth Law" incantation fail to create an environment capable of killing the monster, I will immediately use it to escape the villa, drawing Cynara outside, and then seek an opportunity to pray, launching a saturated, wide-ranging attack with the "Sea God's Staff" atop the gray mist! In an instant, Klein, darting and evading between the branches and blossoms, softly uttered an ancient Hermes word: "Law!" As the incantation resonated, the dark golden sigil in his palm instantly grew cold—so cold it lost all warmth and emotional tone. At this moment, Klein achieved an extreme state of calm. As he launched the "Ninth Law" sigil, his thoughts swiftly flashed, considering what limitations to impose. His first instinct was to prohibit any desire, but he quickly realized this was too broad. Instead, he decided to focus on prohibiting the desire for reproduction—after all, Cynice's wish was to have a child with General Emirius, and her influence on the surrounding environment centered primarily on this aspect! Just as the "Ninth Law" sigil rose into the air, spreading out as scattered points of dark gold light, Klein suddenly recalled a question: Cynice had been an ordinary person before! This was a fact beyond doubt! Over these three nights, Caine repeatedly confirmed through spiritual vision and divination, firmly believing Cynthia was no extraordinary being. Likewise, if she were, General Emmerius—capable of instantly distinguishing ordinary people from extraordinary ones—would have detected it long ago. Therefore, why has she suddenly transformed into a monster? This is a point that demands close attention! Could it be, as with Meghios, that she became a vessel for the divine through certain rituals? No—if there had been such rituals, I would have sensed them. My spiritual intuition would have warned me not to open my spiritual vision, not to gaze directly upon Cynthia. It must be that something about her—some object or inherent quality—has allowed an external force to project itself upon her. Thus, she remained unharmed for the first two nights, but has now suddenly changed tonight. In any case, her terrifying nature stems from external forces, not from within herself. In that brief moment, Caine swiftly formed his judgment, no longer hesitating, seized the opportunity, and spoke with quiet authority: "This place is sealed off from all external interaction!" The enigmatic ancient Hermes language instantly dispersed, and the scattered golden shadows suddenly wove together into countless symbolic signs and magical emblems, seamlessly merging into the void. Hush! A soft hum suddenly resonated in Crane's ears, as if a vibrant, desire-filled intangible light had been pushed out beyond the room. Then, a shimmering, radiant starry sky materialized before him, with one bright star blooming in radiant luminescence. Pop! Pop! Crane's eyes burst, gushing out dark, blood-tinged fluid in a fierce, terrifying flow. Though he had used the "Ninth Law" incantation to shield himself from external influences, the power's rank was exceptionally high—merely a normal counter-effect had pierced through the protective aura of his advanced spell, shattering his eyes! This damage was both swift and unforeseen. Crane had no chance to summon his paper-man stand-in, just as the former "Master of Secret Figures" Rosago had. If it weren't for the "Ninth Law" incantation, he wouldn't just lose his eyes—he might transform into a monster like Cynia herself! At the same time, Cynia, who stood like a towering tree, suddenly went still, her body abruptly disintegrating into a pool of blood and brown-green tumors. The generals and male attendants around her fell one after another, collapsing onto beds and the floor, unconscious. Cynia's head remained embedded within that mass of flesh, murmuring softly: "General, I would like to have a child with you... "General, I would like to have a child with you..." ...She strained hard, extending the remaining branches from the ceiling and walls, suddenly ensnaring the dazed, reeling Kline and pulling him toward herself. Kline regained some strength and struggled fiercely, yet no matter how hard he tried—whether to snap his fingers to ignite flames or switch to "The Hunger that Crawls"—his hands and arms remained firmly bound, and his efforts proved futile. With the "Jester's" ability to "see" the brown-green tumor drawing closer, Caine suddenly had a thought and immediately changed his appearance, transforming into General Germán Sparo—Germán Sparo with eyes streaked and stained with blood! The缠绕 branches paused for a moment, then strangely loosened, swaying outward and waving around as if trying to grasp something. Cynthia's head fell with a sense of loss and confusion, murmuring softly: "General, where have you gone…?" "General, where have you gone…" Without the continuous resistance from external forces, she finally succumbed to the Baron's "distortion," choosing instead to focus on having a child with General Emílios, and thus overlooking Germán Sparo. Caine rolled to his feet, pressing his right hand against his eyes and suddenly pulling it down, shifting the burst wound to his left shoulder. As the left shoulder became mottled and raw, the "craving hunger" took on a pure, radiant glow. Klein gazed with compassion at Cynthia's head buried among the torn flesh, then spread his arms wide. A bright column of light, wrapped in a sacred flame, descended from above and enveloped the creature that had collapsed into a mass of blood and muscle. Note: The pacing is slightly disrupted, as this chapter contains fewer words.