“But do I really have a choice?”
Mu’en suddenly smiled carefree.
“Outside, there’s a maid with a great figure, long legs, and a preference for black stockings, who is crying and waiting for me to save her.”
“The last woman who cried and begged me was my mother from my past life, who forced me to go out and find a girlfriend.”
“So, come on, King of Withering.”
Mu’en opened his arms:
“In such times, I shouldn’t fear a mere Evil God.”
【Tsk】
The King of Withering sneered in disdain.
As if mocking the overreaching ant.
However, even if it was just an ant, if it could bring about a spectacular show, would it not be worth my while to stop and watch?
And so.
As you wish.
The endless crimson earth suddenly trembled.
A withered, enormous hand slowly reached out from in front of Mu’en.
The palm was charred black, as if burned by flames.
And beneath that charcoal-like dark skin, Mu’en felt a searing heat that seemed capable of incinerating the world!
The hand grasped at Mu’en, and then the five fingers… gradually tightened!
Hiss.
Mu’en felt his skin touch the palm, the burning fingerprints gradually imprinted on flesh and blood, like some kind of bizarre totem.
Intense pain and frenzied murmurs filled his mind, giving rise to a terrifying desire to simply destroy the world.
Pain.
It hurt.
It hurt too much.
So unbearable.
But this time, even the Black Book could not help Mu’en; he could only rely on himself.
…
“What is this thing?”
An looked at the approaching head of Eluka, a hint of despair in her eyes.
She had never felt so powerless before; the blessings of the gods had naturally placed her among the ranks of the strong from the moment her abilities awakened.
Yet, confronted by this indescribable existence before her, her usually reliable powers failed her for the first time.
She couldn’t move; she could only watch helplessly as she… walked towards death.
Holy wings spread out, and ethereal hymns began to play.
A hint of greed flickered in the pitch-black eyes as Eluka’s head opened its mouth once more.
This time, a terrifying suction burst forth, gradually pulling something from An’s body.
Along with her soul.
“Looks like this is where I have to stop?”
“What a pity; there are still some words I haven’t said to the Young Master.”
“After all, I am an incompetent maid.”
After trying every possible struggle,
An realized she had no way out, and so she could only close her eyes, waiting for death to come.
“Hey, An.”
But just then, a familiar voice echoed.
Like a hallucination, hazy and blurred.
Yet upon hearing that voice, no matter when or where, even if faced with the terrifying Evil God, An would still open her eyes and look.
Because it was the Young Master’s voice.
“Didn’t I tell you to straighten up your back?”
At some point, Mu’en had broken free from that invisible restraint and had come behind the head of Eluka controlled by the Evil God.
He looked at An seriously and said:
“My personal maid would never give up over something like this.”
An stared blankly at Mu’en.
Suddenly, her nose began to tingle.
But this time, she held it back.
She would not cry anymore.
Because the Young Master didn’t like to see her in a sorry state.
So at any time, she must be graceful and strong!
Even in the face of death!
“That’s more like it.”
Seeing An regain her strength, Mu’en smiled.
Then he suddenly turned his head, like a cute girl brought in from behind, tilting her head while affectionately gazing at her lover.
Mu’en fixed his gaze on Eluka, no, he should be looking at the terrifying will contained in Eluka’s pitch-black eyes.
His expression suddenly twisted menacingly!
“Hey, damn Evil God, it seems you’re planning something very bad for my maid.”
Mu’en leaned close to Eluka’s ear and whispered:
“Want to play a game? How about I join you? Just in time, I have something to give you.”
Mu’en’s hand gripped the holy wings tightly.
His arm’s skin bore strange, searing marks that flowed like fingerprints.
Incredibly scalding.
In the next moment, Mu’en clenched the wings and tore them apart with force.
Those wings, which even steel could not harm, were brutally ripped away!
As if he had torn apart two sheets of paper with ease.
“Roar—”
Eluka let out an enraged roar, the will in her pitch-black eyes coldly glaring at Mu’en, while a terrifying malice surged like a tide.
A mere human dared to desecrate a god!
“Oh? You seem quite dissatisfied?”
After tearing away the wings, Mu’en suddenly reached out, firmly grabbing Eluka’s cheeks.
He locked eyes with her.
The will in her black eyes was momentarily stunned, then a cold sneer appeared.
A mere human dares to gaze upon me?
Look upon me…
Oh?
Wait a moment.
Something’s not right!
In Mu’en’s eyes, there was also a fire burning, and through those crimson flames, there lay another terrifying existence, casting a dignified gaze from the infinite red sky.
Their gazes clashed.
For a moment, Mu’en heard a disdainful sneer.
【Pretentious and impure God】
In Eluka’s black eyes, a spark of fire actually ignited.
As if in the dark night, someone had lit a star’s spark.
And that spark could burn through the entire darkness.
“Roar—”
Eluka howled, uttering indiscernible syllables that spilled from her mouth, like a beast cornered in its final moments.
She struggled relentlessly, attempting to break free from Mu’en’s gaze.
But Mu’en’s hands were like iron claws, firmly securing Eluka’s head.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you love?”
Mu’en shouted:
“Come feel my love; this is my gift to you, this is my love, you damn Evil God!”
“Accept my affection!”
Crimson flames continuously ignited from Mu’en’s skin, then like lava, flowed into Eluka’s mouth and nose, seeping into the deep darkness.
The darkness was scorched by the flames, like encountering a nemesis, continuously receding.
And that will hidden in the shadows finally revealed a hint of fear.
And retreat.
Even the Evil God could feel fear?
Don’t be cowardly, you bastard.
Come and face me head-on!
Mu’en smirked.
Whoever flinches is the grandson!
Just then, Mu’en felt that black eye twitch.
The will in the darkness forcibly severed its gaze with the King of Withering, shifting its attention to Mu’en.
Eluka’s lips moved, unexpectedly producing a voice belonging to a human.
“To think… it just so happens to be… the one that restrains me… the Withering…”
“But he can’t always keep his gaze on a mere human.”
The words came out haltingly, like a baby learning to speak.
But before long, the phrases became fluent.
It seemed learning human language was just a matter of a few words for that existence.
“So.”
In the instant before darkness dispersed, that will stared at Mu’en and said in a cold tone:
“I remember you.”
“Mu’en, Campbell.”
“Huh?”
Mu’en was taken aback.
Then his expression turned to one of sheer terror.
“Wait, Divine Lord, what did you say?”
“Remember me? I’m nothing but a mere human, how could I be worthy of your memory?”
“I was just joking. Please let me go easy this time!”
“Actually, my name is Lilith, not Mu’en. You’ve got the wrong person!”
“I’m terrified now; please spare me!”
“Autumn Mud Ointment, don’t look at me like that!”
Mu’en’s pleas echoed, but there was already no one… no god listening.
