Chapter 133 Deception "What kind of person do you want to be?" ...

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

In the pitch darkness, as if blinded, Arisel heard a profoundly ethereal voice. It strangely swept in from all directions, bringing light with it.

Arisel closed her eyelids tightly, feeling uncomfortable. When she opened her eyes and looked outside, she found herself standing in an endless void.

"Who are you?" Arisel looked around, but saw no one. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the unearthly scene before her. Then she asked, "Am I dead?"

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

The other party did not answer any of her questions, but just mechanically repeated the previous question in a gentle voice.

Arisel couldn't help but feel wary. She knew demons existed in the world, those who would gently coax humans and then devour their souls. For a moment, she didn't dare answer the man's question. Instead, she stood up and strode forward. The most important thing now was to make sure the man was safe. Other concerns were of little concern to her.

Her last memory was of being enveloped in blood. But she was still breathing freely and conscious, proving she wasn't dead. Perhaps the man had also received divine protection and was still alive.

But no matter how much she ran or how much she shouted, she didn't see anything that connected with reality.

This was a magical space where she was alone.

So what's the difference between this place and the cage?

Thinking of this, Arisel realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly raised his head and called out, "That...that person who was speaking, are you still there?"

Fortunately, the other party did not leave because of her previous rudeness. It calmly asked again: "What kind of person do you want to be?"

What kind of person do I want to be?

Arisel pondered this sentence in his mind and thought of many things.

She hated her appearance, which was too eye-catching and brought disaster. In the end, she not only harmed herself but also hurt her benefactor.

She hated her own weakness, her inability to resist. She wanted strength, so strong she could conquer everything. If she could still be greedy... she wanted a body that could heal quickly, even if her throat was slit, her limbs severed, it could heal quickly and continue fighting.

Her thoughts began to drift, and she thought of him again. Although she didn't know where this place was, she would definitely find that person, otherwise she would never give up.

If possible, she wanted to forget the past. Because those past experiences had made her always have a negative and pessimistic attitude towards the world. If she could forget those things, she...she could become a cheerful and optimistic person, right?

As soon as he finished thinking this, Arisel found that his head was like being thrown into a flood, and the memories inside began to dissipate at an irreversible speed.

"Hey... no, wait!"

She couldn't forget him, but he was... him?

who is he?

She suddenly broke free from some sticky feeling that was like a bondage and suddenly opened her eyes.

A strange sense of loss and inexplicable relief swept over her body. She looked around blankly and found herself in an unfamiliar place.

Where is this?

She hesitantly sat up from the bed and happened to see a person lying under the bed.

A bowl-sized wound appeared on her back, and the blood on her body had long since coagulated. It was unknown how long she had been dead. A strong stench filled her nose, and she jumped up like a frightened animal, unexpectedly landing on a high wardrobe.

The body is extremely light, like a feather.

Very happy

She didn't know why she was so happy, but she did dispel the fear in her heart. She straightened her bloody dress and walked out.

…

After a while, she realized that the place where she woke up had experienced a horrific war, and everyone had lost their lives.

Some said that divine punishment had been visited upon that place, that such a disaster had been inflicted because of disrespect towards the Son of God.

Her calm heart suddenly began to beat wildly. She realized that the Son of God seemed very important to her. Even if she had lost her memory, even if she had forgotten everything, she still wanted to cry when she heard his name.

"Where is he now?" she asked.

"Who knows?" the man asked jokingly, "I'm just an ordinary person. How can I know the movements of the Son of God?"

She lowered her head in disappointment, but quickly cheered up. As long as she kept looking, she should be able to see him, right?

So, she, who didn't even have a name, continued to walk alone in this world.

Along the way, she met many people.

Some sought her protection; some sought to abduct her; and some sought to use her power to conquer lands for themselves.

But she also encountered warmth in her life. She once found a pair of twin girls in a war-torn area. They were thin and small, as frail as kittens. Their eyes, due to their thinness, were surprisingly large.

With the instinct of the weak, they clung to her, seeking protection.

She didn't want to accept it at first, but for some reason, she agreed to the request and took them forward into the unknown.

Under her protection, the two children grew bigger and bigger. The little carrot heads that were only at her knees grew into young girls of the same height as her. Only then did she realize that the length of her life seemed different from that of ordinary people.

The girls also noticed, but they said nothing, asked nothing. They firmly accompanied her and kept walking. Only when their lives were about to end, they were forced to stop and settle down in the human world.

Before they died, she anxiously stayed by their side, but was powerless to do anything. She could only watch as they clenched their hands and slowly and feebly fell to the edge of the bed, without a sound.

A huge pain swept through her heart, and she cried loudly, unable to understand why she had such a long life.

The two little girls used to chirp like larks, calling her "mother." When they reached their teens, they switched to calling her "sister." Later, when others asked about her, they addressed her as "granddaughter."

Why is this happening? Who is she? Can the so-called Son of God solve this mystery?

With this thought in mind, she set out on her journey again.

I don’t know how many years have passed since I left.

She has walked through uninhabited snow-capped mountains and seen the elusive aurora.

She also ran on the grassland and wandered through the woods.

She once drank from the gurgling stream with the deer, and fought with the wolves and won in the end.

The only thing is that I don’t want to stay in the human world.

Until one day, she rescued a witch.

Because she poisoned her husband, she was being hunted down. If she hadn't helped, this woman would have died today.

When she led the woman out of danger, she was greeted with a tear.

"What a pitiful person!" The other person looked at her, his eyes filled with compassion and pity. She hadn't seen such a look in many, many years. Because of this, she didn't leave immediately, but instead felt the urge to communicate.

"Why do you think I'm pitiful?"

"Those who have a life span that is almost infinite are the most pitiful people in the world." The woman's words hit the core of the matter. When she regained consciousness, she found that she had already held the other person's hand tightly, afraid that the other person would leave.

"Poor thing..." The woman repeated the word and sighed deeply. She stroked her face and said softly, "I can't turn you back into a normal person, but I can help you."

She bit her fingertips, and the red blood smeared on the face of the long-lived man, drawing mysterious symbols.

Where the blood had been applied, a burning pain erupted. She looked at the witch's devout, focused expression and finally swallowed her doubts. Only after the red blood miraculously seeped into her skin and vanished did the witch step back and sit down exhausted on the ground.

"Every time you spend a hundred years in the human world, you will fall into a hundred-year slumber. At the same time, you will forget all the experiences of the previous hundred years and continue into the next one. This way, you will be like ordinary people in reincarnation, without having to experience so many separations that lead to inner collapse." The witch sighed, "I'm sorry, I've tried my best, but this is all I can do. From now on, it's up to you how you go."

A hint of hesitation appeared in her heart: "Then... doesn't it mean that every hundred years I have to relearn the language and the principles of the world?"

Perhaps too tired, the witch rubbed her forehead, but she still pulled herself together and answered her question: "The things you mentioned will naturally appear in your subconscious, just like a bee colony knows how to build a nest. Don't worry."

In this way, her life finally had room to breathe.

Several centuries passed quickly, and Arisel was awakened by the Sound Man and entered a new life again.

The other party respected her wishes, gave her a magazine and let her choose a name herself.

She read the stories and finally decided on the name Mary. The reason was simple: Mary in the stories was a remarkable girl. Although she was a farmer's daughter, she was full of courage. She dared to refuse her parents' arranged marriage, went to school on her own, and became a remarkable teacher.

She liked her, so she used this nice name.

Next, she went around in circles and encountered many things, but this time she was extremely lucky because she found the Son of God and regained all her memories.

Clearly, all the memories combined would almost destroy a person's brain, but somehow the Son of God had helped Mary to remember everything without any pain.

"Ah... I was deceived." Mary looked at the man in front of her who had never changed, and burst into tears and laughter. "Fanny Valentine deceived me. Jolyne didn't survive at all."