Chapter 332: Chapter 212: How Should This Imperial Princess Punish You?_3

For the mysterious and powerful Time Domain, even Ivyst was helpless.

“Buzz–”

The next second, accompanied by a burst of white light, a clock phantom emerged behind Lynn.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the young man flashed and vanished into the space-time rift.

Completely lost all trace.

…

That was close.

Almost blew it.

Having escaped from the space-time rift again, Lynn now found himself in a small alley several blocks away.

He leaned against the wall while lifting his clothes to check.

At this moment, a semi-transparent gel-like film covered his skin, resembling rubber clothing, occasionally showing traces entwined by threads of piercing.

This was the punishment from fate, which was supposed to act on Lynn himself, but the actual situation was different.

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It was clearly the effect of the swamp creature that Glaya had brought him.

This was also why he could safely re-enter the Life Player mode again.

Previously, during the confrontation with Kushustan, he suffered unprecedented causal punishment due to excessive use of the Life Player’s abilities.

Fortunately, after some trials, he successfully developed a matryoshka maneuver, transferring the causal punishment of the Life Player to this swamp creature.

Since the punishment was continuous and uninterrupted, and Lynn, being an “impurity” without the weight of fate, could only graft his threads with the lowest lifeforms, he chose the swamp creature that could freely change its shape.

Simply put, it was just the common slime from his past life, lacking any intelligence.

The reason for choosing this was merely because it could continually regenerate under the punishment of causality.

Otherwise, Lynn would have had to bring together hundreds of cats and dogs, ceaselessly transferring the injuries he sustained.

If that were the case, he wouldn’t need to do anything else and might even earn the title of pet lover.

After confirming that the swamp creature could still be used, Lynn sighed slightly in relief, covered his clothes, and stood up.

Although there was no need to worry in the short term, he always had a premonition that he would pay a price for this one day.

But now was not the time to consider such issues.

A week later, after the event of Kushustan’s arrival had concluded, he finally regained his freedom, appearing alone on the streets.

There was still a lot to be done, but he couldn’t rush; he had to take things one at a time.

With that thought, Lynn prepared to knock on the nearest house, trying to use the Lie Swallowing to borrow an outfit from the house owner for disguise.

Moments later, hurried footsteps sounded inside the house.

The sound of high heels?

Judging by the stride and sound, the person coming to the door might be a lightweight, gracefully postured adult woman, whose current movements seemed somewhat hurried, as if she was looking forward to what would happen next.

Was it a wife looking forward to her husband returning home?

No, at this time, even if it was time to return home from work, it likely wasn’t a legitimate job.

Or perhaps, was this a covert tryst, with the woman waiting for her lover?

Lynn shook his head.

Thinking about it carefully, such matters really had nothing to do with him; it was just an unconscious manifestation of the psychological profiling he had learned in his past life.

Accompanied by a “creak”, the door of the house was pushed open forcefully.

Seeing this, Lynn immediately activated the Lie Swallowing.

“You…”

However, before he could speak, he caught sight of the woman’s face in the next second, causing his pupils to slightly constrict, and he froze on the spot.

A familiar rose fragrance overwhelmed him.

At the same time, a pleasant voice rang in his ears, faintly mixed with the woman’s long-suppressed passion and resentment, indelible.

“Finally…I’ve found you.”

The next second, Lynn felt his entire body being pulled by an irresistible force, his face buried into the softness of her chest, his nostrils filled with the woman’s gentle and sweet scent.

“You really are a naughty dog,” Ivyst lowered her head, her bright red eyes glittering with dangerous colors, “Tell me, how should the Imperial Princess punish you?”