Chapter 667: Chapter 289: Subduing the Pathological Witch "Sea Dragon Slapping the Shore—Tidal Surge!" David gathered all his strength, and a wave resembling a raging sea burst forth from his body. Like the most primal and fierce force between heaven and earth, it swept toward the Pathological Witch with unstoppable momentum! Facing this terrifying tide, the Pathological Witch finally showed fear, raising her hands to chant a spell. However, just as she was about to finish the spell, the tide swept forth, mercilessly crashing into her and everything around her! The entire slave ship nearly shook, many slaves fell from severe dizziness, and the binders were also swept up, fleeing in disarray. Ultimately, under the impact of the mighty wave, the Pathological Witch was slammed down, her armor shattered, and blood sprayed forth uncontrollably, unable to resist such a fierce assault any longer! The Pathological Witch was fiercely impacted by the tide, blood gushing out, with a look of shock and defiance. The power she painstakingly cultivated over the years seemed so fragile before David, like branches snapped by the wind, utterly powerless. "I am unwilling!" she roared inside, filled with fury, but she knew she was powerless to resist at this moment. The black whirlpools also cracked one by one under the impact of the raging waves, while the array she deployed began to collapse simultaneously. "Why are you so strong?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 She stared incredulously at David, her eyes glinting with despair and anger. "You’re just too weak," David replied calmly. The Pathological Witch forced herself to endure the physical pain, but deep within, she began to falter. Facing such a powerful opponent, she suddenly realized she could no longer continue this futile resistance. "It’s truly ironic..." she murmured, eyes showing a hint of helplessness. "I fought for slaves and became a slave master, but now must surrender to a slave liberator." At this moment, black energy began to gather around her, trying to struggle for a counterattack, but that energy was exceedingly feeble, starkly contrasting with David. "Death, or submission," David stared directly at the Pathological Witch. He cast a spell to slow the surrounding tide, "If you submit, I can spare your life." A Four-Ring Witch is indeed rare. With the aid of this Four-Ring Witch, he could elevate his Source of Magic Power to the Fifth Ring. By then, elevating his Spiritual Power to the Fifth Ring and upgrading his Talent Mark to the Fifth Ring, he could become an official Five-Ring Mage. Under David’s coercion, the Pathological Witch’s inner struggle became increasingly evident. She looked up at David, her eyes showing complex emotions—despair, anger, and a mix of reluctance and fear intertwined. The black armor on her body shattered under the impact of the royal tide, blood flowing downwards, making her look even more weak. "I... I don’t want to die." The Pathological Witch finally spoke softly, her voice weak and almost inaudible. But she knew inside that the man before her absolutely possessed the power to end her life; she was powerless to continue resisting him. Once confident that she wielded powerful strength, she now found herself pushed to the brink. "So, do you choose submission?" David leaned forward slightly, asking gently. "I... I’m willing." The Pathological Witch struggled to utter the words, her voice trembling, but soon replaced by a strange resolve. Upon hearing her words, David activated the Contract Mark within him. The Pathological Witch, despite having expressed her willingness to submit before David, remained internally conflicted and struggling. Her intuition from deep within told her that signing the contract marked a complete change and meant losing her freedom forever. "Am I... really willing?" She muttered to herself, her voice carrying undisguisable anxiety, "To become his contract slave, can I truly accept this?" David detected her inner turmoil and knew this was perfectly normal. He slightly eased his aura, trying to comfort her with a calm tone: "This contract isn’t the shackles you imagine. You only need to submit to me." Yet, her mind constantly recalled her past. The dark times in the slave base, the days of forced submission to others, always reminded her what surrender meant. "This isn’t what I want..." The Pathological Witch slowly shook her head, but her body couldn’t move. The black energy still lingered around, like an invisible cage, binding her tightly. She wanted to resist. However, the powerful aura emanating from David surged like a tide, suffocating her with despair. As time went on, she gradually realized this struggle was almost futile. Under enormous pressure and despair, a deep-seated anxiety from within slowly surfaced—a feeling of uncertainty about a new destiny, a future. At this moment, David finally activated his Contract Mark, a ray of light emerging from his fingertip. He reached directly toward the Pathological Witch, the light seemingly containing a mysterious power, illuminating everything around. "No! Stop!" The Pathological Witch instinctively wanted to resist, but her body was bound by an invisible force, making any movement difficult. "I can’t just submit like this, I can’t!"