readsfreenovel Chapter 268 is still fresh in my mind - S01E07
Chapter 268 is still fresh in my mind - S01E07
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"Okay then."
"First of all, I need to state that my personal 'essence' is actually completely opposed to hell."
Facing the ogre lord before him, the Eastern Sinner suddenly spoke up.
She put her hands behind her back and lowered her head slightly.
The dragon girl tried to make her posture appear less arrogant.
However, when she heard the stranger in front of her say those words, the Western devil lady, who was always very tolerant of any chaotic or unexpected remarks, did not react much.
She simply covered her mouth with her hand and let out a soft, rhythmic sound of surprise.
But the syllables were so short, just a simple "Oh, my dear Lucifer!"
The beautiful lady stared wide-eyed, as if she had just learned that the youngest son of a nobleman, who had nothing to do with her, had drowned in a well.
Just as the very existence of demons represents—
The cannibal woman's voice carried an innate, polite arrogance and a detached schadenfreude.
Clearly, she knew perfectly well that ■■■ wouldn't do anything to her.
……
ho.
Regarding the matter of being hostile to hell, ■■■ actually had a vague answer in her heart a long time ago.
However, the reason for being hostile to Hell is very simple.
Because ■■■ is not simply an "auspicious omen," but a "military omen."
While Eastern culture may not be so applicable to the so-called Western hell, auspicious omens can signify a wise ruler, divine mandate, good fortune, and transcendence.
So, in a sense, as a black dragon "corrupted" by the power of hell, it would either be considered "ominous" or signify "military power" and "suppression".
After she fell into hell, this strange and mysteriously powerful force (or "divinity") brought her far too much suffering.
Therefore, even if people say she doesn't know what's good for her, she will still say without hesitation that she doesn't like or even hates this power.
Aside from the excruciating "change" she experienced immediately after descending into hell, this power, or rather her physical form, made her an enemy of the demons in hell from birth.
Because she was in hell, the stronghold of demons, it meant she had no friends, only enemies.
To be honest, before meeting Xia Li, I always felt like a super antivirus software that had been thrown into a disk full of viruses.
Earlier, when she talked to Shirley about Vicky, you probably wanted to ask Shirley about it too.
For example... if Vicky, who came from the exorcism squad of Heaven, killed countless sinners before "settling" in Hell, then as the princess of Hell, Shirley would feel powerless or pained by the slaughter of her people...
What about her?
Where is this guy who claims to be the inn's head chef?
In some respects, her problems are far greater than Vicky's.
After all, Vicky was just one of the members of the powerful exorcism team that Adam had assembled.
As a demon-slaying angel, Vicky's duty or nature initially stemmed from her personality and work, rather than a pure "killing demons on sight" mentality.
If Vicky's kindness is the reason she shows mercy to seemingly weak or unfamiliar demonic creatures and sinners...
Then your "massacre" of sinners is your racial instinct.
You always felt that if you could go home, and if the other person really existed—you would definitely get along very well with General Sun.
……
Sorry, I've gone off on a tangent.
—But you feel you still have a lot of things to explain.
To avoid any unnecessary "misunderstandings" about you.
Contrary to what you said earlier, you are not as "equal" to the sinners in hell as you claim, because eliminating them in the very beginning is actually your duty or "instinct".
Before you met Shirley and the "Terrible" little devils, when your consciousness was still in a state of chaos, this is probably what you did.
You must have killed quite a few of those from the Pride Ring who approached you for various reasons—whether sinners or native creatures of hell.
Because before you fall into hell and speak with the first demon or sinner you can communicate with, when you cannot fully control your abilities, you cannot actually see the specific appearance of others.
The pollution of humanity from hell and the overwhelming power of divinity mean that, without adjusting your frame of reference, all you can see are the colors of different souls and... that thing.
Although Cynthia is a native creature of Hell, her soul is not entirely evil.
And so, in Hell, a place almost entirely covered by dark souls, in your world filled with busy sounds, noise, and shaky, tangled lines, that "thing" with white light appeared.
She holds your hand and pulls you out of the suffocating chaos.
Finally, your eyes began to look beyond your out-of-control emotions and started trying to piece together something that matched your memory.
So even if your instinct is still to eliminate evil, for the sake of this only "hope" you can hold onto, you begin to try to suppress your murderous intent and instincts.
If "Good Food" added a vague direction to your world, which was originally based solely on "instinct," then Shirley Morningstar was the one who helped you see the world clearly.
So now, how would you describe how important the "Hard to Eat" family and Shirley are to you, and how they saved you?
……
……Ha ha.
To be honest, I've always been curious about how my experiences would be handled by others.
What would hell ultimately become if the person who initially received this power was someone else instead of themselves?
If one day...
Your memory seems to have suddenly broken down; the images of everyone you know become blurry and gradually drift away from you.
If your body suddenly starts falling rapidly and eventually slams hard onto a hard object—
then……
Something more terrifying than fear itself, something more horrifying than the malice of the entire world, has appeared.
An invisible and painful curtain envelops you completely, yet you are even deprived of the right to die...
...What if you open your eyes and see nothing that you are familiar with?
You begin to see blood-red light refracting in all visible places.
I saw dust dancing in the air.
See the “cracks in existence”.
See the "flow of time".
To see the past and future of all things.
Good and evil are seen to be represented by color.
To see... the end of fate.
All the light became blinding and unbearable to look at; all the light was no different from the blinding flash of a magnesium lamp.
Your eyes can't rest.
Whether your eyes are open or closed, you can only see bizarre and abstract lights in different hues.
At first, you just covered your eyelids.
But when you open your eyes again, you find that the air is no longer air, but "something" divided into millions of individual parts.
Your world begins to become abstract, and you can see the movement of every single particle.
The colors you associate with your skin will exceed your cognitive range.
Red is no longer red, but lava surging on the surface of the sun; blue is no longer blue, but some kind of living metal.
The path of light and the afterimage of time overlapped together, and because everything was indescribable, anything concrete began to resemble some kind of monster.
...and then you start to vomit.
But you have no idea what you're vomiting up, nor can you tell what it tastes like.
Then, you begin to hear all the whispers in the wind.
Hearing life.
Those are every sound made when someone is performing the great harmony of life.
You hear cells bursting, cries for injustice, someone beating their own family or loved one, pure and malicious laughter, desperate howls, ecstatic laughter, what others are thinking, and even unprecedented sounds from the fluctuations of their thoughts.
Hearing about death.
You hear the rustling of withering vegetation, the languishing of aging flesh and blood, the frequency of "silence," and the screaming of blank rests dissolving into eternal peace.
...However, this is what happens when your brain still has "concepts".
Because soon this sensory overload will even take away the concept of "question" from your mind.
'The sun is family, ecstasy is metal, cells are cries, life is purple, death is a bubble.'
Because your original understanding has been disrupted, you will lose the ability to think.
Your sense of smell will eventually become more than just a sense of smell; it will become one of the "culprits" that can unfold everything in a three-dimensional image in your mind.