Tang Mo was somewhat surprised by such a cold and decisive attitude, unable to help but wonder about Luo Linglan’s way of raising her child.
What exactly did that woman do to the Witch?
No matter what, that little girl named Luo Jialan was her own daughter, yet their relationship seemed terrible now.
But in the face of Luo Jialan’s threat, Tang Mo remained calm, as if she wasn’t worried about what harm the other could inflict on her.
Indeed, even a fully fallen Luo Jialan who had stepped into B-rank by using Dark Magic Corruption didn’t have much chance against Tang Mo.
After all, Tang Mo currently controlled both Luo Linglan and Ning Xi, though their memories were incomplete, and her own strength was definitely on par with Edma among the B-rank Powerhouses.
However, Tang Mo could only take action against Luo Jialan after she became a Witch.
For now, the only thing she could do was to manipulate her.
“I just happened to lightly touch the Witches you were controlling behind your back, and they fell into the abyss on their own. You can’t blame me for that, can you?”
Still, Tang Mo didn’t dare to openly break ties with the sister she didn’t acknowledge.
She knew Tang Nai’s temper well—she could play dirty behind the scenes and say provocative things to her face but never cross her bottom line.
Fortunately, Tang Mo was good at walking that fine line, just like she was doing now.
“Don’t be mad. I know you’re strong now, but if I’m not mistaken, your bad mood isn’t because of me, right?”
Tang Mo spoke with a deliberately teasing tone, subtly mixing in Luo Linglan’s Magic Power within her words, causing Luo Jialan’s expression to shift abruptly.
At that moment, even without deliberately mimicking Luo Linglan, Luo Jialan had the illusion that she was facing Luo Linglan herself.
This instinctively made her want to back down, but Tang Mo quickly noticed that Luo Jialan’s desire was momentarily suppressed.
Could this mean Luo Linglan was actually capable of restraining her fall?
But that was not the outcome Tang Mo wanted.
She wanted to see blood flowing like rivers and teeth shattered!
“I’m asking, are you really afraid of this woman? Why do you react so strongly whenever you see her face or hear her voice?”
Tang Mo suddenly pressed her cheek close to Luo Jialan’s, causing her eyes to tremble slightly, and she involuntarily took a step back.
But she soon broke free from the influence Luo Linglan had on her and was instantly filled with rage.
“You bastard—”
Luo Jialan’s fist swept through the air with fierce wind, aiming to smash through Tang Mo’s false smile.
It wasn’t just because she was in a bad mood, but mainly because the other was mocking her weakness.
But her punch went through empty air, feeling no resistance at all.
Empty?
Impossible, at this distance.
When Luo Jialan blinked, Tang Mo’s figure had already vanished.
She had never moved from her spot, never approached Luo Jialan; the closeness was just an illusion created by Tang Mo’s Magic Power.
— Like Irina, Tang Mo was skilled at controlling others’ minds, but her aggression was even stronger, until she fully dominated her target.
The plan targeting Luo Linglan and Ning Xi was called “Thousand Faces” because Tang Mo, the mastermind, was codenamed Thousand Faces.
The Thousand Faces Tang Mo.
She had played countless roles and controlled countless faces, sometimes even losing sight of where she ended and her assumed identities began.
Sometimes she wondered if she was truly Tang Mo at all—after all, Tang Mo was just the identity she wore after taking off other masks.
What if that was also just a mask?
But none of that mattered.
She simply enjoyed her powers and craved more exquisite masks—like Luo Jialan, whom she now coveted.
She didn’t yet know what life as a Witch would be like, though she’d heard none of them ended well.
“You’re as impulsive as the rumors say, recklessly attacking before fully understanding your own strength and your opponent’s. In the extraordinary world, such behavior would make a naive person like you regret it for a lifetime. So you should be grateful you live in this greenhouse reserved for ‘Magical Girls.'”
Tang Mo chuckled, her face returning to its original form, her dark pupils gleaming with an eerie light.
“But you’ve stayed in this greenhouse for far too long. It’s time for you to see everything outside, so indulge your heart and stop obsessing over trivial things.”
Words wrapped in Magic Power floated again in Luo Jialan’s ears, deliberately touching the fragile boundary between her reason and desire, slowly tipping her toward desire.
The already fragile balance shattered in an instant, inevitably collapsing.
Luo Jialan’s once-bright purple eyes became completely chaotic.
The faltering Shackle inside her tried to resist, but it seemed ready to break at any moment under the impact of the beast of desire in her heart.
Tang Mo knew this was already the limit.
If she pushed Luo Jialan fully into falling herself, Tang Nai would retaliate fiercely, probably tooth for tooth.
Tang Mo only wanted a Witch’s mask—not to become a Witch and live that life forever.
‘Well then, my dear sister, at this level, you would still forgive me, right?’
***
“How is it?”
‘Not over yet.’
“That serious?”
‘How should I know?’
Irina kept questioning in her mind, distracting Su Mu’s attention.
By now, Su Mu’s legs were going numb, but the sinking feeling continued, tugging at her from below the abdomen.
It was an awful feeling, but all Su Mu could do was endure.
She wasn’t giving birth or anything—was she supposed to “push” through it?
“Hey, no sound now.”
‘Yeah, seems fine now.’
After a while, Su Mu rubbed her belly with a worried expression and flopped onto the bed, feeling limp.
‘Do girls have to suffer like this every month?’
Her mind grew hazy; her eyelids drooped, ready to fall asleep.
“Wait, don’t sleep yet. I have a really strong bad feeling.” Irina’s voice suddenly rose sharply, startling Su Mu awake, almost bouncing off the bed.
‘Don’t scare me!’
“I’m not scaring you, but something bad is about to happen. I saw it… Oh no, pretend to be asleep quickly!”
Hearing this, Su Mu wanted to curse, but seeing Irina’s serious expression, she had no choice but to close her eyes and feign sleep.
If that thing hadn’t spoken just now, she would have fallen asleep already.
At that moment, faint footsteps came from the door, almost lighter than a breath.
Even with her eyes closed, Su Mu’s senses were sharp enough to notice.
‘Is that Luo Jialan? Has she come back?’
The door opened, and Su Mu grew nervous, unconsciously clenching her fists.
‘Hey, hey, don’t do anything, I’m trying to sleep. Don’t tell me you like candied fruit.’
She suddenly felt a restless little hand on her waist.
‘No way!’