Chương 34: The Transformation of Sister Lys

In the cabin, Valthor had tied Lysithea to the bed with magical ropes. He was the type who liked to talk first: "You're beautiful, nun. I'm going to break you slowly. Tell me about your goddess… while I take this off." Lysithea was crying, heartbroken, believing Origins had abandoned her.

"The children… the sisters… why?" On the verge of being raped, about to lose her virginity to a monster, she closed her eyes and prayed one last time. But Joker appeared at the door, shadows materializing around him.

"The show is over." He activated the mark on Lysithea (which he had placed on her as well, hidden). Insane power surged forth. Lysithea transformed: her silver hair turned into dancing violet flames, her violet eyes glowed with gentle madness, her pale skin gained golden veins like circus runes. Her habit tore apart, revealing an ethereal form with pink shadow wings—an insane angel, still gentle but now with a crooked smile. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve.

Read this novel on the original website. The new mad-and-gentle Sister Lys emerged. Nothing could hold her. The ropes evaporated. Valthor blinked, confused: "What—" She attacked him. Her power: manipulation of "eternal hugs"—touches that healed allies but tortured enemies, turning affection into insane pain. She beat him with punches that burned like loving fire, breaking ribs.

"Why do you hurt children?" she asked, voice soft but eyes mad. She tore off his manhood with a crushing "hug," ripping it with hands that felt like claws of light. She continued: kicks that crushed, touches that made skin bubble as if melting from "excessive love." He screamed, tried to counter with a dagger, but she dodged and "hugged" his arm until the bones turned to powder.

Valthor became pulp: punches to the face until it turned to mush, "hugs" to the chest that imploded organs, all while she questioned him: "Do you feel the love now? Is this how you hurt families?" He died gurgling, his body a unrecognizable mass of ground meat and shattered bones. Lysithea stopped, panting. She questioned herself: "What have I done? I killed… I tortured… and I liked it?" Yes, a mad part of her loved it. She was losing it, laughing and crying. Joker appeared: "Hello, Sister Lys.

Now you're one of us. You're still you… just mad now, hehe." She asked how. He explained: "I placed a mark on all the girls. It awakens your true power, the one sleeping deep inside. In exchange, each of you gets your own brand of madness, and unique powers. There are conditions to activate them… I'll reveal them later. They won't become like me or Harley, but they'll go mad in their own way." Lysithea understood, gave a mad-yet-gentle smile: "Well then, time to go home, children."