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Just recalling the words and phrases that Grey Snake had once praised, the girl almost laughed at her own current ridiculousness.
Natural disasters?
Demon King?
Or are they gods/demons walking on the ground?
Could any of these cool nicknames have even the slightest connection to me?
Is it really that frustrating, that you can't do whatever you want, that you can encounter several natural disasters or demons that are your equals even when you're just walking down the street?
Is there any coward, cuckold, cuckold, or loser who gets their lover stolen, pinned down, or even forcibly raped?
Mingming Chengjun is mine, he's my lover, and I'm his only legitimate girlfriend. But one after another, they all try to steal him away, and when they can't steal him away, they even resort to force.
In the end, it turned out that I was the one who was being unreasonable.
They couldn't even get revenge.
Now, Raiden Mei can't help but laugh out loud just looking at Yae Sakura and Mistralin, who are on opposing sides with her.
In fact, those eyes, which still retained a hint of crimson, had already begun to sneer without any restraint—a sneer mocking itself.
"Ha ha……"
"This is probably the ultimate expression of a person's incompetence."
"Not only can I not protect myself, but I can't even protect Lord Cheng."
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Power, violence.
The essence of humanity is such a simple thing.
No matter how much one loathes, hates, or desires this barbaric approach as a way to solve problems, it is inevitable that one will realize—this is the best way to solve problems.
If you can be bullied at will, if you can't even stand up straight, if your life is held in someone's hands.
Then all equality, all equivalence, all transactions are nothing more than one-sided benevolence.
It is the kindness of someone who could kill you but is still willing to stand here and listen to you; it is the tolerance that even if you are as small as an ant, you will not be slapped to death; it is the fairness of making a deal with you even though you could be killed with just one shot.
The world is inherently unequal, and this world is even more unequal. The gap in power will lead to absolute problems. For example, those in high positions are considered benevolent and enlightened if they don't do good deeds, let alone do bad deeds or persecute others.
You have the ability to kill others, even to kill them casually, but you don't. It's like there's a nest of ants in front of you. As long as you don't step on the ants, you are their savior.
The idea of my neighbor hoarding grain while I hoard guns sounds disgusting. Knowing only how to destroy and not how to produce will inevitably lead to everything turning into a mess. But, before everything comes to an end, before there is nothing left to plunder or slaughter, those who possess violence are the ones who live the best and are the ones who can control everything.
This can also be considered a test.
If you can't match them, then get out of here.
While the vast majority of troubles for teenagers are psychological issues stemming from past experiences, some are also due to a lack of ability and strength. For example, when faced with an unsolvable disaster—collapse—if one lacks the ability to persevere in resolving it, one has no right to make grand pronouncements.
of course.
This is selfish in essence.
Because he ultimately cannot tolerate even a fraction of his love being taken away, he will absolutely not accept it unless he proves that he cannot resolve the issue with Mistelin.
This is the best solution without involving Jiangcheng, and it's also how the older generation squeezes the younger generation's living environment, blocking the path they once walked.
In fact, blocking the road is already extremely ugly. If, after blocking it, you find that the wall you built with mud not only failed to stop those who came after you, but was instead punched open, that's when you really lose face. If you still think about stopping them, then you're a vicious villain who must be eliminated. You don't even have the confidence to believe that you're the best, that even if anyone can walk this road, you're the fastest one... It's inevitable that you'll be eliminated by someone more outstanding.
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Now, two different pairs of eyes are simultaneously fixed on the excessively desolate girl. Whether in the lavender-like purple or in the reflection of the lake, the girl who was just moments ago so intense and powerful, her entire body surrounded by lightning, like an empress high in the sky, can now only be seen as tragic, from her disheveled hair to the cold smile on her lips.
Can't refute.
speechless.
No matter how eloquent a person is, they cannot utter even a single word of comfort at this moment.
Because they forced that girl into her current predicament, it was these two who snatched love from her hands.
As long as they are not completely heartless or utterly ruthless, they will all feel some guilt, and some will even feel pity that makes them feel disgusted with themselves—especially nowadays, both Yae Sakura and Mistelin can be described as kind in nature.
How could he so easily remain unmoved by the sorrow of a girl who had become like this because of him? How could his heartbeat be so erratic and uncertain that not a single beat was occurring?
This does not mean that they will stop.
Just like this moment—
"Jiang Cheng has never had a complete period of time to soothe his heart, to settle down properly, to entrust his heart to others, nor has he had enough opportunities to gradually experience and feel the feeling called love and to immerse himself in it."
"It's like a traveler who's too rushed and too hurried. Even if they know the scenery along the way might be beautiful, if they're busy with their own things, how can they possibly stop and appreciate the scenery around them to enjoy the twilight and sunset?"
The girl, with her hands gently clasped together, continued talking to herself about the topic that had been interrupted and ended by force.
Perhaps they felt that they had fought to this extent enough, enough to understand and prove themselves.
Now all we need to do is continue to spread the idea, or rather, continue to point out that many people are aware of but haven't considered it a problem, subconsciously believing that it can be solved with time.
It is about teenagers.
That feeling...
"—Isn't this all because of you?!"
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I was no longer able to control myself.
The Seven Thunders of Purification flashed once more—just hearing that voice, so casual and sarcastic, made one feel as if their heart was about to explode.
Raiden Mei's sadness vanished in an instant, replaced by the same rage that had erupted alongside the crimson that filled her purple eyes, just as before.
"Lord Cheng should have been here being congratulated by us, but you ruined the banquet we prepared for him!"
"Where do you get the nerve to bring this up now?!"
Lightning flashed down like a writhing dragon or snake.
Even the rainy night was instantly illuminated.
Countless raindrops, amidst flashes of lightning, appeared to float upwards.
The lightning that erupted instantly was also shattered by the rational entity wrapped in white and purple armor the moment it spread.
The shockwave from the small explosion did nothing more than blow a strand of Mistelin's long, silvery hair up.
The charred blackness that had been covering her fingertips was instantly banished, and her delicate skin, which had been reddened as if evaporated, returned to its flawless whiteness.
For an ordinary person, this would be enough to declare death. Even if they survive, they would suffer severe burns, and the injuries would heal automatically in less than a second.
Mistelin also raised her weapon, gently lifting a pale purple spear with her left hand—
No action was taken.
They just stared at each other like that.
Let their breaths clash.
Even Yae Sakura, who had no desire to fight anymore, had to pick up her weapon—even if it was just to ensure that Jiang Cheng… and that God wouldn’t grieve over the injury of anyone he loved, they had to make sure that the two of them wouldn’t fight to the point of having no bottom line and actually fight to the death.
The three, who had just stopped fighting, once again drew their swords and faced each other under the falling rain. The sheer force of their presence, even in the briefest exchange of blows, would tear apart and wash away the raindrops the moment they fell.
The energy fluctuations, belonging to the level of a Herrscher, were so powerful that they prevented the rain from even falling. Spreading across the boundless clouds, the rain was forcibly blocked within a radius of a hundred miles.
The collision of three pairs of eyes, symbolizing inhumanity, with only that scarlet glint seemingly ready to devour others.
Mistelin paid no attention to any of this, and despite not being attacked immediately, continued to use her excessively delicate voice—
"Don't put the cart before the horse. It's precisely because his heart isn't at peace that I have room to intervene. Rather, it's that you, who have been lovers with your darling for so long, can't solve this problem... Doesn't that make you seem a bit unqualified as a lover?"
"Don't tell me there are many problems and troubles in the middle. Why didn't you solve them? Why can't you solve them? Whether it's Otto or anyone else, why? As a lover, you couldn't solve them. Instead, my dear, you need to use your ordinary self to study, to find out, and to fight against them?"
"Isn't this your problem? Forcing your beloved, an ordinary person, to solve your problem as an extraordinary Herrscher..."
His voice gradually lowered and lengthened before pausing for a moment, as if waiting for a possible response or denial.
Anyone can do it; simply performing a monologue is meaningless and cannot make others deeply aware of the problem.
Even if it's not there, it won't prevent the next sentence from coming.
It hinders the next sentence.
Those eyes, battered by the dim light and the relentless rain, seemed to still flicker. Even though her delicate skin had been blackened, her eyes still shone. Like lavender swaying in the wind, they now reflected the figure of the lightning-clad girl, standing in the rainy night, her form shimmering with lightning, evaporating raindrops, as if questioning—
"This……"
Isn't this your fault?
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"—Gurgle."
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As Raiden Mei sheathed her sword, the raindrops she severed condensed into a still cross in mid-air. The crimson in her eyes turned back to purplish-red as the battle ended. The only thing she could barely maintain was her aloof expression. Under the pale sky, her pale face, covered by a single shadow, still exuded a domineering and superior air.
Can't deny.
Can't refuse.
Even if it was genuine moral blackmail—Raiden Mei is susceptible to this kind of moral blackmail.
The reason for the kidnapping was that the boy was a teenager.
They blamed their own incompetence for the problems in the teenagers.
Therefore, it is impossible to deny or refute it under any circumstances.
Even from the perspective of indebtedness, Cheng Jun, who once saved her, must be repaid. Not to mention repaying tenfold, at least she should repay what she received. Moreover, this love cannot be described in terms of benefits or repayment. This love is simply love. It is the kind of love that makes one sad when others are sad and loving when others love. Just being by his side is enough to make one happy and blissful.
Unconditional giving may sound like being a sycophant, but if it's Jiang Cheng, it doesn't matter how much of a sycophant he is.
How could a girl holding this belief possibly deny the accusations that she actually failed to do?
I've done my best.
I've given it my all.
Something like this is absolutely impossible to say.
What does it mean to have done your best? If you've reached your limit, can't you surpass it?
Even a young girl would say such accusations to herself, and would continue to push forward despite her utter helplessness.
If we're talking about forcing or compelling oneself, who can compare to Cheng Jun? Even if everything we have now is multiplied countless times, can it compare to any one of Cheng Jun's past actions?
They could surpass the endurance and mental strength of an ordinary person, yet still use their broken body to stop those who bullied them, and even when their will could no longer hold on, they still pondered the possibilities.
He says he's selfish, that he's only doing these things so he can survive, but in reality he's already paving the way for his future. Both Kiana and Bronya are teammates he's prepared for him.
You're trying to help me, but I can't help you. Not only can I not help you, but I've dragged you into this mess from beginning to end. It's like you reached out to me from a quagmire, but instead of getting out, I pulled you into the quagmire with me—it was this very fact that made Raiden Mei tremble with despair.
This feeling, which I had before, is still relevant today, because it still cannot truly help Cheng Jun solve any of his predicaments.
Can anything we have now, everything we've been exploited, really compare to Cheng Jun?
Do not……
impossible.
So even though she was prepared to continue fighting, the girl could only listen to the accusations from the other party.
Those eyes were somewhat similar, but seemed even more dreamlike.
Watching those slender fingertips point towards me—
"I don't know how you, a pawn of Cocolia, got to where you are now, but I think if it weren't for your help, my dear, you would probably be being controlled by someone else right now."