Millennium Witch.

Chapter 40 - 40 - Black Eyes
Yvette was actually still conscious; she was just deliberately not responding.

Firstly, she was unclear about what was going on with her extremely weak state, her whole body infected by the mutated factor, yet still fully conscious.

Secondly, she felt that if she acted as if she were completely dead, she might give Rosalyn a reason to give up on her, a reason to escape without being bound by gratitude or obligation.

She thought that if she were Rosalyn, she would definitely run away. After all, she still had hope of going home. Why would she have to die here? Wouldn't it be better to save her own life? A teacher? How could a teacher's life be more important than her own? Even if the situation were reversed and Rosalyn was the one dying, as a person whose rational thinking was above all else, Yvette would only do her best, but she would never risk her own life for her students.

But this little girl was like a stubborn mule, refusing to leave no matter what, insisting on staying here to be buried with him!

She's making my skin tingle, it's driving me crazy—no, I'm making her come back to life!
Then, glancing furtively at the students still fighting valiantly, Yvette felt a strange emotion welling up inside her.

Why hasn't she become deformed yet?

She's been out of treatment for so long; any other creature would have mutated by now. Why does she still feel that her thinking is normal and she doesn't have that crazy feeling of consciousness sinking into depravity?

Could it be that, as an immortal witch, she truly possesses an immortal body, even immune to apocalyptic viruses like the Aberration Factor?
but……

That's not right either. She could feel subtle changes happening inside her body. These changes were very subtle, not superficial, but more like microscopic transformations, making her body and mind itchy, as if she was about to undergo a mutation at any moment.

Just then, suddenly, as if to fulfill her wish, an intense drowsiness engulfed her thoughts, and invisible threads pulled her consciousness, causing her to sink, and sink deeper...

It felt like falling into icy seawater; the last rays of sunlight overhead suddenly contracted and turned into bright spots of light.

For some reason, at this moment, she suddenly calmed down, watching the scene indifferently, behaving more like a bystander than a drowning person.

Then, at the boundless end of the deep sea, she saw two strange things.

One was a strange liquid, a mixture of black and red, wriggling like a living thing, completely out of place with the surrounding seawater.

The other was a small, smooth, boneless black tentacle that seemed to have sprung from the purest shadows.

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at one of the black tentacles. The next second, it moved nimbly like a fish in water and came closer, then obediently stopped in Yvette's palm.

……

After fighting for several more minutes, Rosalind, gripping her battle blade, finally ran out of energy. Her magic was completely depleted, and the effects of her crimson armor and muscle release wore off, causing her battle blade to slip from her hand and fall to the ground, too weak to pick it up again.

Now, she has returned to being that helpless noble lady, just like when she first crossed the Abyss. Only this time, her teacher will no longer land majestically beside her like a peerless hero riding on auspicious clouds, annihilating all the terrifying things.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She staggered backward, leaning back towards where her teacher lay. Whether she was infected and mutated or being eaten to death, it didn't matter anymore. In her final moments, all she wanted was to be near her teacher.

but……

The next second, she felt a small, cold hand press against her tattered back, supporting her.

Then, before she could recover from her bewilderment, she saw countless pale lines, like millions of embroidery needles splashed out, precisely, coldly, and without deviation piercing every hateful body around her—whether it was a writhing, hissing woodlice on the ground or a strange bird circling in the air, spewing acid.

Densely packed, covering everything!
The next second, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

Those pale lines piercing into flesh resembled living, terrifying bloodsucking mouthparts, the entire white line visibly bulging and surging.

The greedy sucking power frantically drained all the remaining life force from the mutants' bodies. Hundreds of mutants, regardless of size or strength, withered like leaves that had been instantly drained of moisture, quickly shriveled and collapsed, leaving only desiccated skeletons and skin.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Rosalyn swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down her spine. But when she turned around, she saw a face that was both strangely familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.

He is a teacher, but not a teacher.

Compared to the teacher on ordinary days, the most obvious change in the current teacher is that the once pure white part of her eyes has turned into a deep, abyss-like black. Although her pupils haven't changed color, they seem to be illuminated, emitting a striking red light in the darkness.

The change in her eyes alone completely transformed her entire aura. From a delicate, innocent, and slightly aloof doll-like girl, she transformed into a cold and alluring witch with a touch of wickedness, much like... that evil god sealed away in mythology.

Furthermore, the teacher's methods were quite in line with people's impression of evil gods. His once smooth silver hair, which flowed like moonlight, had now come to life, growing and extending into a wriggling straw that sucked up the filthy flesh and blood of the mutated creatures to replenish itself.

Extreme evil... yet it exudes a breathtaking, suffocating beauty.

As expected of a teacher, even with her deformity, she is still so unique and unparalleled in the world!
Rosalyn was suddenly moved and wiped away her tears. She thought that if she were to die at the hands of a teacher like this, or be eaten by her, she would die without regrets.

After staring into the teacher's sinister black and red eyes for a while, she closed her eyes expectantly and waited.

But... to her surprise, the expected death did not come. Instead, she was met with a very strange question: "Why are you closing your eyes?"

She opened her eyes blankly, her long eyelashes, wet with rain, trembling violently, and stammered, "Wait until you kill me, teacher."

"Why would I kill you?" Yvette asked, puzzled. She thought the little girl was asking for a kiss, which made her, a lifelong virgin, a little shy. It took her a while to control her emotions and straighten out her forbidden thoughts.

"Teacher, weren't you deformed?" Rosalyn suddenly realized, her tear-streaked face instantly turning to surprise and delight. "Teacher, you're not deformed?"

"I guess... I've become mutated, but I've retained my consciousness and haven't been corrupted." Yvette felt her current state, her heart churning with emotions, and she couldn't calm down for a while.

This is truly incredible.

However, noticing that more aberrations were approaching, she used her restored magic to ride the wind and, with Rosalyn in tow, quickly escaped the area and flew towards their retreat point.

……

A summer storm, typical of island nights, raged. Lead-gray clouds churned and tore at the low sky, and amidst bursts of thunder, torrential rain pounded against the windowpanes, as if another apocalypse was knocking on the door.

Only after shutting out the wind and rain and washing away the bloodstains from their bodies in the bathroom did Yvette and Rosalyn sit down in the softly lit living room to discuss and review the day's events.

The primary focus here is, of course, Yvette's unprecedented state of distortion.

"Teacher, how are you feeling right now?" Rosalyn asked, rubbing her wet blonde hair with a towel, her gaze cautiously sweeping over Yvette. "Do you feel like you're going crazy, like you want to devour everything around you?"

Yvette shook her head, carefully sensing her body's condition. After a moment, under her conscious control, the darkness in her eyes began to slowly fade, and her scarlet eyes stopped shining, returning to their original dark red.

“It…it’s back!” Rosalyn said in surprise.

“I just tried it in the bathroom. ‘Black Eyes’ is a switchable state, and there’s no loss of magic power,” Yvette said.

"So, teacher, you're essentially in two states now? The normal state of 'white-eyed' and the distorted state of 'black-eyed'?"

"Looking at it now, that's how it is."

"So handsome... No wonder he's a teacher!"

“Next is the second ability.” Yvette said, switching to black-eyed mode. Her silver hair immediately floated, undulated, and stretched gracefully like a living serpent. “Hair, but to be precise, it should be considered a simple form of tentacle transformation. And I seem to be able to create a tentacle in every inch of my body and adjust its size…”

She opened her palm, and soon, a white tentacle emerged from the skin of her palm. It twisted and changed flexibly, its diameter shrinking to the thinnest point of a spider's thread, or expanding instantly to the thickness of a python.

Rosalyn couldn't help but reach out and touch it; it felt cold and slippery, which was somewhat frightening.

Yvette continued, "...These white tentacles currently have two known abilities: one is hardening, which can be used as a weapon, and the other is devouring, which allows them to absorb flesh and blood. If it is a mutant, it can directly plunder the mutant factor, and it can also directly devour non-mutant parts, such as the flesh and blood of ordinary organisms, and convert them into magic power."

"Then he's invincible?" Rosalind was shocked.

"But that's not the case... because each use of the tentacles consumes aberration factors. In other words, I can consume all the aberration factors in my body by constantly using my abilities, and then completely lose my Black Eye ability and become an ordinary person."

"Huh? The aberration factor... can't it be replenished?"

“That’s the strange thing. Mutant creatures can slowly increase the concentration of mutation factors in their bodies simply by eating normally, but I can’t. I can only maintain this ability by plundering from the outside.” Yvette was also very puzzled by this.

In short, it feels like a distortion, but not a complete distortion.

"Oh, that's strange..." Rosalyn muttered, but after a while, she suddenly thought of something and said with some concern, "Um... Teacher... this must be a very important secret for you, right? Can I really know it..."

Yvette glanced at her but said nothing.

Rosalyn paused for a moment, then understood, smiled slightly, and did not continue the topic. Instead, she asked about the causes and consequences of the Brood War. Her expression shifted from focused to cursing the Double-Edged Demon's despicable behavior, from marveling at her teacher's deceitful scheme to sighing with regret at the unexpected ending.

As they meticulously reviewed everything, the torrential rain outside gradually subsided. Through the French windows, a bright moon peeked out from the thick clouds, casting its tranquil silvery frost upon the two people inside.

　Something was missing, so I resent it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)