Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest Chapter 2002: She Was A Beauty?!

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In her younger years, Granny Yaga had been celebrated as a genius beauty, a prodigy who inherited a powerful and mysterious grimoire.

Yet despite her early promise and natural talent, she eventually hit a wall in her cultivation.

Her progress stagnated, leaving her to live a long but unremarkable life, never quite reaching the lofty heights she once dreamed of.

That all changed thanks to Elayne.

The introduction of Spiritual Energy, Shamanistic Magic, a deep connection with Nature itself, the forging of bonds and contracts with powerful Spirits, and the creation of her very own Nature Soul and Spiritual Heart had finally unlocked her true potential.

Hidden within many people were dormant talents that only awakened under very specific conditions.

Granny Yaga’s affinity for Shamanism and Druidism turned out to be extraordinarily vast.

However, her previous rigid magical system had prevented her from fully embracing the call of nature.

Now, by forging a unique Nature Soul infused with the concept of "Ghostly Spirits" and deeply tied to her Goblin lineage, she had begun ascending to entirely new realms of power.

Though fear still lingered in her heart, she had been pushed into a corner. This was a do-or-die moment, and she refused to back down.

"Admire the almighty power of my lineage, you foul creatures!" Granny Yaga laughed boldly, her voice ringing with newfound confidence. Her power surged violently as waves of Spiritual Energy erupted outward, expanding in every direction and creating a vast army of illusory and semi-real clones.

The two wounded Aberrations slowly rose once more, their grotesque forms regenerating with unnatural speed.

One manifested a giant bow crafted from bones and pure darkness, while the other wielded a menacing spear.

Together with the third aberration that had been previously tricked, they charged at her in unison, determined to finally end her life.

They attacked simultaneously, brandishing their weapons with deadly force. Yet no matter how fiercely they struck, they could not find the real Granny Yaga.

Their claws and weapons passed harmlessly through one ghostly clone after another. Their twisted faces contorted with growing anger and disbelief as they realized they were only destroying illusions.

"Hahaha!"

Granny Yaga’s grand, mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield. As she poured more power into her Spiritual Energy and Nature Soul, her appearance began to change.

The more she channeled these forces, the more youthful and vibrant she became. Though this rapid transformation placed a heavy toll on her aged body, she didn’t mind it one bit.

Her deep wrinkles smoothed out significantly, and her once-saggy frame grew firmer, regaining its former voluptuous curves. Her hair regained streaks of its original bright blue luster, while her eyelashes grew long and alluring. Her lips became full, plump, and seductive. Indeed, this old lady had once been an incredible beauty, and she had not exaggerated in the slightest.

Even among the Noble Races, her charm had been legendary. It had captivated even the sternest hearts, many White Ghosts had sought her hand in marriage, and there was even a time when a prestigious Nether Dragon had proposed to her.

Throughout her long life, she had lived freely and carefree, never tying herself down to any partner. Yet deep down, she had always missed the radiant beauty of her youth.

"Most beings who live for so long retain their youthful appearance through unique, secret methods of body cultivation," she mused aloud with a playful smile. "I always thought I simply lacked the talent for it... but it seems I’m finally figuring it out!"

As her body grew younger and more powerful, her accumulated strength, wisdom, and ancient magic merged seamlessly with this explosive youthful vitality. The result was a skyrocketing surge in her overall combat prowess.

"Let’s see if you fools can even harm me now!" she taunted, continuing to spread her clones across the battlefield. These were not mere illusions, they were the ghosts of other goblins that had taken on her current youthful appearance.

The technique’s true name echoed in her mind:

It was far more than simple trickery now.

The Aberrations roared in agony as beams of blinding holy ghostly energy pierced through their bodies from every direction.

These concentrated rays of Soul Liberation, merged with Granny Yaga’s own power, tore into their forms, freeing more of their sealed souls and steadily weakening their core energy sources.

Every single clone was firing these devastating beams in perfect coordination.

However, the beasts were cunning.

Under the relentless barrage, they suddenly turned toward one another and began devouring each other’s bodies in a grotesque frenzy.

"Wha...! What are they doing?!" Granny Yaga exclaimed in shock.

A cataclysmic explosion of raw, chaotic energy erupted from the ground as the three Aberrations merged violently into one.

The shockwave was powerful enough to destroy the majority of her clones in an instant and sent the real Granny Yaga hurtling backward through the skies.

"Waaahhh! W-What’s happening?!" she screamed, tumbling uncontrollably until she forcefully released her magic aura and stabilized herself mid-air. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight before her. "Impossible...!"

From the swirling vortex of dark energy emerged a brand-new, nightmarish beast, an aberration born from the fusion of all three previous monsters.

It possessed three giant, snarling heads, eight powerful arms, four sturdy legs, and three long, spiny skeletal tails ending in razor-sharp blades.

This new form represented a terrifying evolution into a higher species of Hollow.

It spoke.

The fused monster spoke through its three separate heads, its original souls and powers now condensed into a single, pulsating red core glowing ominously in its chest.

"W-What have I done?!" Granny Yaga gasped, realizing with dawning horror that her desperate efforts had accidentally pushed her enemies into a stronger, more dangerous form.

As Blank had once warned before disappearing, Hollows were capable of evolving through various stimuli.

While consumption remained their primary path, the one who had created these twisted experiments had designed them to evolve even faster under extreme pressure.

The being Blank had fought earlier had likely started as an ordinary Hollow but had grown by devouring countless souls and villagers, eventually taking on the traits of what it consumed most.

The same principle applied here. By forcing these three seemingly average aberrations into a desperate struggle for survival against a foe they had underestimated, while simultaneously freeing their sealed souls, she had triggered their fusion.

They had devoured one another, refined a powerful core, and emerged far stronger than before!

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