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Only the body continued to follow the previous thought—the head turned to the right still couldn't see the source of the problem; everything in sight was completely occupied by those overly bright pink eyes.
"With your combat strength, which is so low that you'd get slapped by a fish even if you tried to blast it, even a low-level Honkai Beast of Emperor rank could kill you in a one-on-one fight on a real battlefield... Who do you think you can fight?"
……
The only thing that cannot be denied is this.
strength……
There was no point in retaliating—because I was all too aware of the limits of my own abilities.
Even with the help of Velvi's creation to make up for it, she is completely ignorant of skills and techniques, has no talent whatsoever, and relies on the Holy Mark to fill the gap. Even though her physical condition is sub-healthy compared to ordinary people, she still has the Twelfth Divine Key, Jizo Mitsu, to supplement her offensive power.
Jiang Cheng never once thought he was very strong, nor did he ever think he deserved the S-level combat power that all these equipment combined together.
Because at the end of the day, he's just an ordinary person.
An ordinary person who had never even killed a chicken before.
He had no fighting talent, no fighting will, and no understanding of combat whatsoever—if getting into a fight when you're young can be considered a fight, then perhaps he had a few ugly and laughable fighting experiences of being ganged up on and unilaterally beaten by others, and then finding an opportunity to tell the teacher.
Even the best things can't be put into something worthless; someone without combat talent or fighting ability will probably only be able to unleash a few furious roars when cornered, a frenzy of brute force after their adrenaline surges.
“I at least personally carried out my revenge, killing my and Yae Sakura’s enemies, those corrupt and foolish villagers.”
"So what if I'm weak? I'm just an ordinary person anyway. For an ordinary guy like me, just surviving is enough."
This doesn't mean we have to remain completely silent—especially now that we've just finished dealing with that bunch of noobs.
"Kill a group of messages?"
"Echoes of the past."
Those eerie pink phoenix eyes seemed to slant upwards.
Is it mockery?
never mind.
Jiang Cheng didn't bother to tell himself how much pleasure he felt when he committed the murder, or how much he felt nauseous when he smelled the blood afterward.
Personal feelings are personal and difficult for others to understand, which is why they are declared so simply—
"For me, I don't attack information; I attack living people, my fellow human beings. My principle is that even if the people in front of me are living, breathing human beings, I will kill them."
……
……
……
That's why I want to ask why?
Is it really just because of that?
Is it really because you want to protect them that you keep trying even after knowing the ending?
Rin and Suzu's names were confused—Erosion seemed completely unaware of this, watching as always, displaying the air of a great fox, seemingly unconcerned as if tempting others, its pink pupils, symbolizing Erosion, observing everything about the boy.
Deep within the heart, which even the young girl was unaware of, her delicate heart, which should have been tormented to the point of being devoid of anything except the purest negative emotions during the fifty thousand years of sealing, had slowly risen into the air.
Anticipation mixed with fear.
What will Jiang Cheng say?
What kind of answer will Jiangcheng give?
With eyes that can see everything, and with foresight equal to that of Aponia.
Will the final answer be like what Raiden Mei said after she massacred Chiba Academy?
After all, just thinking about these things made his body tremble—the will of the Herrscher was now held in the fingertips of a young man, rising and falling with the opening and closing of his lips, the changes in his eyes, and every insignificant shift, awaiting the impending answer—
"I did all this simply because I wanted to. I don't claim to be a righteous person or a fairy tale hero. I just don't like seeing Rin and Yae Sakura killing each other, and I don't want to witness the beautiful happiness that should have been shattered by the ugliness of others."
"You should be able to see what's happening outside, so you should know Raiden Mei. I hold the same thoughts as back then, the only difference being that I can be more free and don't have to worry too much about accidentally dying."
Do not……
will not!
You won't die!
Hearing just those few words, Yae Sakura could barely suppress the urge to rush forward and comfort him—she only managed to control her emotions by silently repeating the name Raiden Mei and constantly recalling the boy's true lover, the girl whose love was almost unparalleled.
Taking a deep breath, the elegant shrine maiden lowered her brows and stood alone behind the boy, not daring to take a step forward, only daring to watch the enviable act of corruption.
The boy's chin was lifted.
The enormous fox paws lifted its chin.
After the claws were deliberately concealed, only a furry patch remained on the palm. Even so, the power it carried was still terrifying to the point of being almost impossible to resist. In this way, he was almost forced to look into those eerie pink eyes, being looked down upon and eroded by their superior position.
Is this what you truly feel?
"It's just out of dissatisfaction."
"But do you know that your poor girl is actually a demon who has killed countless people?"
what?
That's it?
Jiang Cheng almost burst out laughing—in fact, he didn't laugh out loud simply because his chin was being lifted, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.
"why are you laughing?"
The fox's long snout drew even closer.
It seemed as if one could smell the taste in that mouth, a strange and eerie fragrance, as if it were the embodiment of bewitching.
"Don't you know? The poor thing you're talking about was never a lamb to be slaughtered from the very beginning. She knew everything, she could do anything, and she even had the chance to escape from the start. It was her stupidity and trust that kept her in the same place. After that, she didn't even have the will to face the choices she made and chose to turn into a demon and kill indiscriminately."
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Chapter 81: The mockery of Ling, the end of reincarnation.
As the one being tortured, the girl who killed the entire village—Yae Sakura—should be terrified, should be worried, should take a step back, afraid that the boy might show any disgust, afraid that the corrupting Herrscher would reveal more of her dark past.
However, what I felt at this moment was less fear and more an unexpected sense of alienation. Even if I heard it, I felt nothing and it did not stir up the slightest ripple in my heart.
Is it because Jiangcheng knows?
Knowing everything that happened to me.
Exploring oneself, exploring the depths of the heart, exploring that question that, no matter how one thinks about it, will lead to pathology and paradox.
If we assume in advance that Jiang Cheng already knows everything about me, all my personality traits, all my preferences, all my inner and outer qualities, then every seemingly random choice will become—he clearly knows what my true nature is, yet he still chooses my choices with such unwavering determination.
Thinking in this way leads to an endless idealization of a person, especially when this thinking is an undeniable reality.
Although the girl wouldn't care about this, and this idea couldn't explain her feelings at all.
This dissociation.
This VII-year-old 8-room private flow VIII [Entertainment Spirit Dream] feels like an outsider.
Even when others are talking about it, I don't feel any sense of reality.
It's as if—at this very moment, the demon that the Herrscher of Corruption is talking about isn't herself at all.
That incompetent person who had a chance to escape but stayed behind, causing this tragedy, was not me at all—Yae Sakura.
So……
that person……
Who is it?
……
……
……
"--bell."
Gazing into those eyes that were almost touching, and at those long, fox-like lips that were almost pressed against his nose, Jiang Cheng clearly and distinctly uttered that name.
You could feel that her somewhat hot breath suddenly became rapid for a moment, and even her eyes trembled violently for a moment.
I am clearly the one standing at your feet.
Jiangcheng, however, seemed to open its mouth as if looking down from above—
“I know what you want to ask me, so I can give you the answer now: you are stupid, you are mentally ill, and you have dragged your sister down with you.”
"I don't know if you can read minds, but I guess you probably can, given the power of corruption, so I'm too lazy to lie. I just feel like you're sick."
“Unlike Yae Sakura, I can also understand what you did. I can also empathize with you at that moment. I can completely analyze the trust, the belief, and the ridiculous sense of identification with the Moth of Fire that you had at that time, which even makes me feel sorry for you.”
"Guess why I chose to understand Yae Sakura, but deliberately didn't understand you?"
Why—there's no need to ask questions like that.
Because the look in their eyes at this moment has already revealed it.
He displayed his emotions to the boy face to face without reservation.
In return, Jiang Cheng gave the girl the same generous gift, along with the color of his own pupils.
The noon-day speech was a blatant denigration of Baba Lingni.
I never imagined I would end up in this situation.
I never imagined that I would face the Herrscher of Corruption in such a way.
But since there is no turning back, and since even one's spirit and self can be rewritten at will, Jiangcheng will no longer have any means of concealment.
It was probably from the moment I was eroded by that collapse that a part of my brain was permanently damaged, and thus the word "fear" has become something to be discarded.
Especially since Ling's obsession with revenge is based on the fact that her life seems to be in her own hands, yet she still has complete confidence in herself.
So—his voice remained unchanged.
"I can tell you the essence of understanding and empathy."
"I can tell you why you can't let go of it."
"Let me use an example from a book I once read to illustrate this."
"That's a contrast from a very famous writer, Turgenev's novel 'Cabbage Soup'."
"The widow on this farm had lost her only son, and when the landlady went to visit her, she found her drinking cabbage soup—"
She can still eat at a time like this! People like them are so heartless, they're all the same!
At this moment, the woman remembered: several years ago, after her nine-year-old daughter, Liu, died, she was so grief-stricken that she refused to move to the beautiful villa outside St. Petersburg, preferring to spend the entire summer in the city. Yet, this woman continued to drink her cabbage soup.
Oh my, you really surprise me! Don't you really like your son? How can you still have such a good appetite? How can you still drink this cabbage soup?
"My Vasya is dead," the woman said quietly, tears of sorrow streaming down her haggard face. "And so my days are over; my heart has been ripped out alive." But the soup shouldn't be wasted; it has salt in it!
The lady simply shrugged and walked away; in her view, salt was nothing more than a worthless commodity.
"For the wife, salt was the most insignificant thing. For someone who could not imagine the beauty of the villa outside St. Petersburg, it was unclear how much sorrow it took to give it up."
"The pain you perceive is something that others haven't experienced and can't understand, which is why they think it's insignificant. Essentially, it's a difference in perspective, which is why they can't feel more and see things differently."
The description is indeed very clear and straightforward.
Two people with different identities.
Different attitudes towards the same thing.
They are essentially human beings, with the same emotions and feelings. Their sadness and joy should be the same, but because they have different external material conditions, they have completely opposite and incomprehensible expressions—ultimately because they cannot put themselves in others' shoes to understand them.
“But I’m different. I can really understand you—Rin’s thoughts back then, your beliefs back then, and all the thoughts that you still wanted to go back to the Moth of Fire even though your sister had taken you out.”
So why are there differences?
Even though I didn't like myself back then either.
Even though I also loathe the stupidity of that time.
Now, in her current state after being tormented for 50,000 years, Rin can no longer empathize with her former self.
Despite Jiang Cheng's deliberate attempt to create suspense, it was still impossible not to focus intently on those cherry-colored eyes.