Reborn as a Transcendent

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"No!" Farat's scream was hysterical, a reaction to the excruciating pain tearing through his body. He, along with his defeated underlings, was swept away by the golden wave.

"As expected of the Holy Spirit Shard." Yaeger, unbothered by the aftermath, knew victory was hers—a complete victory. "It's a pity it drains so much energy." Sheathing her sword, she examined the prismatic golden fragment in her hand, now devoid of energy after the recent attack. Fortuitously, she had activated the Holy Spirit Shard at 200% power, easily overcoming Rosalina and Farat.

"This power exceeded my expectations. Assembling all seven fragments into a Holy Spirit Equipment could yield unimaginable strength." The Holy Spirit Equipment was described as only a notch below an Artifact, though its exact grade remained unspecified. The potential of owning a fully assembled Holy Spirit Equipment filled her with anticipation.

"Collecting the rest of the fragments can wait." With a shake of her head and a glance at the fragment, Yaeger thought of Irene. "Seems I'll need to seek that lusty Saintess' aid again."

Meanwhile, outside the Cathedral of Light, Irene felt an inexplicable chill. "How peculiar. It's warm, yet there's a chill down my spine."

Back on the tenth floor of the grand prison, Yaeger secured the fragments and unlocked the cell door. "Princess!" Layna, having missed the full extent of the battle, was nonetheless captivated by Yaeger's valor, her admiration deepening.

‘Princess is the best!' With that thought, Layna sprinted out of the cell and stared at Yaeger in gratitude. Her heart raced as her face flushed with emotion.

"We'll be out of here soon," Yaeger assured.

"How?" Layna inquired, aware that the only exit was through the heavily guarded entrance on the first floor.

Once the area was swarming with soldiers, their escape routes would be effectively cut off. It was evident that even without the soldiers, the place was still heavily guarded by formidable individuals. Layna, pondering over this, began to worry and looked towards Yaeger with an anxious expression.

"Could it be that we'll have to fight our way out, risking everything on a slim chance of survival?" This seemed like a desperate measure.

"Don't worry, I have a plan," Yaeger reassured her, gently patting her shoulder before turning her attention to the black-armored soldiers and jailers lying on the ground, severely injured. "But first, I need to deal with them."

However, Yaeger had no intention of harming them further; she was not a merciless killer. In most cases, she was compelled to kill, and killing these people would not benefit her. More importantly, it could lead to severe repercussions.

Utilizing her aura, Yaeger created a dozen semi-transparent tentacles to gather the unconscious bodies, effectively blocking the corridor with a human barricade, making it difficult for any enemies to get close.

"This will buy us a lot of time," she said after placing Farat, who was nearly dead and in a terrible state, into the last gap and ensuring the barrier was secure.

Layna, hearing the eerie screams, felt disgusted but remembered the vile acts committed by these soldiers and jailers, which brought her a sense of relief. She was no saint and did not possess excessive empathy.

"Now, it's time to inflict pain upon the world… No, I should focus on making that ****** suffer," Yaeger stated, clapping her hands as she gazed at Rosalina, who was part of the human wall and unconscious, unaware of the beautiful demon targeting her.

In the room atop the gray tower, the atmosphere was tense. "We've received no updates. Has Rosalina lost control?" a middle-aged magician asked with displeasure, expressing his dislike for the perverse woman.

"Maybe," remarked the man with the gray beard, resting his chin on his hand thoughtfully.

"This situation is irritating," grumbled the middle-aged magician, peering at the inactive projection. "The lack of visibility is concerning."

"No need for alarm," chuckled a shorter man confidently. "With Lord Blei's lieutenant and Rosalina down there, the Black-hearted Princess's chances of escape are slim."

"We'll give it another three minutes," Mark, the warden, decided, tapping his fingers on the table. "If we haven't heard from Rosalina by then, we'll investigate ourselves."

A sense of unease lingered in his heart, suggesting that not everything was proceeding as planned.

Back on the tenth floor, Yaeger, displaying a rare act of kindness, healed Rosalina after removing her from the wall. The powerful life energy of the green needle healed her wounds while restricting her movements, but Yaeger's motives were not purely altruistic. She wanted Rosalina to experience pain anew, a concept akin to retracting a punch only to deliver a more painful blow.

"What happened to me?" Rosalina awoke, confused and amnesic.

"You're awake?" Yaeger, holding another green needle, greeted her with a deep smile.

Layna, silent but visibly excited, anticipated what was to come.

"You… You are the Black-hearted Princess!" Rosalina exclaimed, recognizing the beautiful face before her and realizing her inability to move.

"Hehehe, I heard you really enjoy disciplining people. What a coincidence, me too," Yaeger smiled.

"What do you want to do?" Upon hearing that, Rosalina's already pale expression worsened. Her pupils, hidden behind her golden bangs, contracted.

"We'll do what we both love. Of course, I'm an elegant person. I'll be gentler in comparison."

With that, Yaeger launched the green needle from her hand. It flashed before landing on Rosalina's forehead. The anticipated sharp pain didn't materialize, leaving her confused.

Yaeger then produced another green needle and swiftly sent it flying, this time hitting Rosalina's left collarbone. Yet again, she felt no pain.

Despite this, Rosalina was deeply unsettled, a sense of dread overwhelming her. Yaeger accelerated her attack, embedding 107 needles into Rosalina's body in mere seconds.

"Once this needle is in, you'll become a happy little doll," Yaeger declared. The final needle punctured Rosalina's stomach.

"Ahhhhh!" A heart-wrenching scream burst forth from Rosalina. The extent of her pain was unimaginable, as if billions of ants were gnawing at her flesh, every nerve being extracted, and her brain perforated by innumerable nails. In an instant, Rosalina experienced a torment akin to traversing through hell and back, her body and soul subjected to the most severe punishment.

But this was merely the start.

"Hehehe, you'll savor this for an entire day and night. Enjoy," the beautiful demon remarked.

Soon, the tenth floor of the prison echoed with Rosalina's terrifying, hysterical screams.

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