Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 300: Chapter 298: So Infuriating, Even the World’s Will Was Triggered

Javier Sinclair looked at her.

"Celeste, what are you doing here? I told you to wait for me."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly, taking his arm and holding his hand.

"My Archfiend, I will always be with you."

Seeing her smile,

Javier Sinclair’s mind instantly grew calm.

"Yes, me too."

"You put up a Space Barrier, so no one outside can see what’s happening to you two. I couldn’t see either. I got a little worried, so I followed you in."

Others might not have been able to find them.

But Celeste Grant was Javier Sinclair’s Taoist Companion. It was easy for her to find him if she wanted to.

At that moment, seeing Celeste Grant appear beside Javier Sinclair, The World’s Will—inhabiting Jocelyn Grant’s body—let out a dry laugh.

"So it’s you. How dare you call me scum? You’re a truly hateful woman. Tsk, tsk. Weren’t you two going to kill me? Go on, I’m right here."

"You heard that, didn’t you, Celeste Grant? Even if Javier Sinclair has some damn rune spell that could make me dissipate, would he dare? If I disappear, your Divine Soul will be annihilated right along with me. Oh, and you, if you want me dead, the only way is to sacrifice your own Primordial Spirit and take us both down. But would you do that? I know you definitely wouldn’t."

It was clear that The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, was incredibly smug, believing it had everything under control.

Celeste Grant chuckled. "You really do know me, don’t you? I certainly wouldn’t. Someone like me, who’s so afraid of death and pain, how could I possibly sacrifice my own Primordial Spirit? I’m not an idiot."

She spoke without a hint of psychological burden from its words. Instead, she let out another light laugh and said, "You’re only saying all this because you think we can’t do anything to you, so you’re acting all high and mighty. Tsk, tsk, Jocelyn Grant... no, wait, you’re not Jocelyn Grant. I should call you The World’s Will. Oh, never mind. A nebulous thing like you doesn’t even have a name. I won’t rub it in. I’ll just keep calling you Jocelyn Grant. I’m used to this face anyway; it makes no difference what I call it."

The World’s Will, in Jocelyn Grant’s body, completely lost its composure.

’This damn woman really loves to poke where it hurts. So what if I don’t have a name!’

"Shut up, shut up, you outsider!"

Celeste Grant continued her verbal assault, offering a gentle smile as she spoke. "Look at you, all flustered. But I’m curious. Since you’re this nebulous entity, does occupying Jocelyn Grant’s body make you a woman? Were you originally male, or female? Or can you be both?"

"Y-y-you... How could you say something so shameless!"

Hearing this, The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, lost its composure all over again.

Before occupying Jocelyn Grant’s body, it had been merely an incarnation of the World’s Will’s core—an unknown form of energy. It was neither person nor thing. It was less tangible than air, and it didn’t even have a name. It was just a vague, ethereal existence.

But it had thoughts, and hearing Celeste’s words now made it feel something akin to a heart attack. Now that it occupied Jocelyn Grant’s body, it could truly experience what that felt like.

But before the feeling could even subside,

Celeste Grant put on a curious expression again.

"You said Jocelyn Grant’s body has merged with you, so it must have been changed and reshaped. It’s definitely not the same as it was originally. So, is this body still female now? Or is it something in between, neither male nor female?"

"AAAH! You crazy woman, shut your mouth!" The World’s Will couldn’t help but raise its voice. "Sh-shut up... I’m a woman! I’ll say it again, I am a woman now! Don’t push me too far!"

’This body is female. Since I’ve merged with this body, of course I’m a woman too.’

Celeste Grant put on an expression of sudden understanding and said, "I get it now. So, that means if you abandon this body, you’ll be genderless. And if you then find a man’s body, you could become a man. If that’s the case, I have a bold idea. If you could split yourself in two, couldn’t you just marry yourself? Oh, you might not understand ’wife.’ It means a spouse. As they say, ’keep it all in the family.’"

The World’s Will: "..."

’Oh, heavens, why did I have to meet this damn woman?’

’Where’s my blade?’

’Where is my miles-long broadsword? I want to kill her. Right now! Immediately!’

’Anyway, as long as Celeste Grant isn’t the one sacrificing her Primordial Spirit, her death won’t affect me at all.’ ’So infuriating! So infuriating!’ It raised its hands, its face a mask of exasperation. "Is that really what you should be focused on right now? Do you have any idea how serious this situation is?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly and waved her hand dismissively. "Sorry, I was just curious. My thoughts ran away with me for a moment."

’Heh! Your thoughts just ’ran away with you’? That’s way beyond the scope of normal comprehension!’

The World’s Will stared at her and sneered. "Celeste Grant, you can still manage to laugh at a time like this. I have to say, you’re either incredibly carefree or incredibly stupid. What do you think would happen if the people of The Cultivation World found out that sacrificing you—just you alone—was enough to eliminate a being like me and save the world? What do you think they would do to you? HAHAHAHA!"

At this, Javier Sinclair, who stood beside Celeste Grant, wrapped an arm around her waist. He glared darkly at The World’s Will. "I will not let that happen."

Celeste Grant fell silent.

Of course, Celeste Grant understood what The World’s Will was saying.

’Never underestimate human nature and self-interest. When the sacrifice of one person can bring peace to the world, others will stand on the moral high ground and pressure you, demanding you die, begging you to die. It feels like if you refuse to die, you’ll be branded a sinner for all time. They’ll even use every means at their disposal to force you. After all, as long as the majority believes it’s right, they become the side of justice.’

’She’d seen this sort of thing many times; it had been this way since ancient times. But they always forget that the one being sacrificed is also one of the world’s people they claim to be saving.’

Hearing this, Celeste Grant was the first to burst out laughing without hesitation. "HAHAHA! I think you might as well die from your own stupidity. You yourself said that if the people of The Cultivation World found out that sacrificing me alone could save the world, they would surely stand on their moral high ground and beg me to die. So what if I get hot-headed for a moment and actually go die a hero’s death? Wouldn’t you be finished right along with me? So, are you going to tell them? Are you? You call yourself the core of the world, The World’s Will? You’re unbelievably stupid. What exactly are you so happy about?"

When Celeste Grant laughed, it was with pure audacity. The fact that her life was tied to this thing didn’t seem to be a major problem or a big deal to her at all. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

’It’s not the worst-case scenario yet. There are still countless possibilities. Besides, if it really comes to a point where I’m going to die no matter what, what’s there to be afraid of?’

’Celeste Grant felt her mental state had always been quite good.’

’This truly was a serious question.’

The World’s Will was stunned into silence.

At this point, The World’s Will, as Jocelyn Grant, pointed a trembling finger at Celeste Grant, so angry its words were getting tangled. "Y-y-you... That’s just sophistry! You’re being completely unreasonable! No wonder people say that women and petty men are the most difficult to handle."

’But... she had a point. If she really did get hot-headed for a moment and sacrificed her Primordial Spirit, wouldn’t I be finished too? So what on earth was I so happy about?’