Chapter 94: Bitten N times* Pink…

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There is a topic that is often complained about in fan forums: men are creatures that never grow up.

I don't know if it's true for me, but it is true for these guys.

The two of them were arguing like children who had never grown up. I couldn't stand it anymore and left them. Despite Neil's strong persuasion, I firmly chose to go see Kajol alone.

They all said in unison: "There are enough people now, who wants to add another person?"

The corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily, and I looked at them speechlessly.

You really see others as you are. Compared to you, Kajol is so normal.

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"What are you thinking of when you come to see me? I don't think we are that close...Okay, I'll consider that you took the trouble to get the appointment."

Kajol sat opposite me. His house was decorated very luxuriously. There were four butlers to lead the way in. The main theme was luxury. It made me think of Neil. I wondered who was more wasteful between the two of them.

Kajol didn't notice my distraction. He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a very subtle tone.

"I know a little bit about gaming companies. Do you know how many people there are in this city?" He said without waiting for my answer, "One million and five hundred and twenty thousand people."

"Among these people, do you know how many people play "God's Blessing 2.0"? More than 90% of them use it for entertainment or make a living from it. No matter how you think about it, this number is a bit too shocking, isn't it? If you want to get rid of the game company, there will definitely be a lot of people who will fight you to the death."

"If we don't investigate thoroughly, this world and "God's Favor 2.0" are bound to conflict. By then, no one can escape danger. I don't think Xia Ping'an went to so much trouble to enter the game just to get his grandfather's relics. When he comes back to seek revenge on those who killed his parents, we will only get into bigger trouble."

I have already told Kazhuo all the information I knew before. In the face of my argument, he made a pause gesture: "Stop. I am not interested in whether I am real or not. I live here, and this place is real to me. As for other worlds and other people's troubles, I am not interested at all."

Black boots with silver chains stepped on the table, and there was a tense atmosphere between us. I took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and stared into his eyes.

"No, or don't dare?"

I met Kajol a long time ago.

After he was born, the world was shrouded in darkness for a long time. The killing, sin, despair, and pain that followed were all accepted by the young god. When I saw him again, he had become what he is now.

He stirred up the storm recklessly, enjoying pain and torture. The world used itself as a clam, polishing the original pearl into a brilliant but deformed gem.

"I know you. Kajol, everything you do is forced."

As soon as he said this, his face suddenly changed. It became very gloomy. I looked back at him expressionlessly.

"You were molded, and pain was forced upon you. No one asked you what you thought, or whether you wanted to do this. You were forced to walk the path of blood and fire, and embark on an irreversible despair."

There is nothing malicious about darkness itself, it is just silence.

The change of a person or even a god usually does not come from oneself, but from the things around you. Your experience makes you unable to sleep or eat, stumble forward, and eventually become a person that even you hate with pain and wounds.

Peeling off the mask a person uses to disguise himself is like peeling off the skin of an onion layer by layer. He will reveal his bleeding and pale heart, while another person will be pierced by his defenses.

But even so, I still looked at him calmly.

"What has happened cannot be changed. Everything you have done, every choice you have made has shaped who you are today. Kajol, are you really not resentful?"

In the middle of the night, I resented those who stabbed me, and woke up again and again from nightmares. The young god who was born from my fleeting glimpse pulled up the corners of his mouth coldly, his long hair was like ink, and his eyes were like blood. He looked at me arrogantly, contrasting with the gorgeous scenery behind him. If this is reality - if there is reality outside the game - then he must be this kind of person.

He always held his head high and never knelt, his expression was playful and indifferent. He could turn the whole world upside down with just a flick of his finger, and be fascinated by it.

A combination of love, desire and power.

After a long while, Kazhuo finally spoke.

"To be honest, I don't know why I helped you. But it's as if someone told me that I would regret it if I didn't help you."

"Do you trust your instincts? For me, that's the only thing I can rely on since I was a child. Everyone thinks that being the heir to a big company is brilliant. In this struggle, the point is not whether you want to fight or not, but that you must fight. If you lose, you will die."

He spoke to himself, supporting his face with one hand, his voice lazy and indifferent.

"Everyone is a fool, an idiot. Except for those who don't care about this at all. One year I wanted to leave here and see the outside world. I know a lot about the outside world, but it's all from the Internet. I don't know what the outside world looks like. Whenever I want to leave, all kinds of dangers will appear, such as cosmic storms, spacecraft shutdowns, and solar spot eruptions."

"Sometimes I feel like we're all trapped. But then I think, if someone conceived this world, then that person can be said to be the creator god. If there really is someone who can create these things, then I want to ask him--"

Kajol stood up and drew aside the curtains.

The night scene with bright lights flickered outside the window, and the stars flowed on the ground. This was a miracle created by human beings themselves. He stared at the river of light, raised his head proudly, and addressed the whole world.

"Oh, the great god who is everywhere—"

He opened his arms, and the trained Nianci's voice became rhythmic, like a chant.

It was a completely different voice from Samuel's. Gorgeous, luxurious, a series of jewels fell to the ground with a crisp sound, a dream-like shadow was dimly shining on the window, and the evil god walked from the game to reality. The light and shadow flowed, and I felt like I was in a drama. Listening to the actors' speech word by word.

"The Creator who created these."

"When you see people wandering around, do you feel happy? When faced with the pain of others, do you feel funny about it? If there really is a protagonist in the world, for him, and for us, is the value of existence to highlight the existence of the stars?"

The Book of the World felt hot in my arms. I stared at his back and ignored all this for the time being.

Kazhuo turned and looked at me, his eyes wanton and arrogant.

"Okay, I promise."

"Thanks."

He raised his eyebrows for some reason and suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'm trying to gain sympathy?"

This sentence was a bit ambiguous, so I shrugged and said, "Willing to fight and be beaten doesn't count as seeking sympathy."

"You are such a strange guy. No wonder Samuel chose you."

"It's better not to say this. I'm already a little traumatized."

"Ha, it seems you don't really want them to like you."

Kajol smiled evilly, and suddenly he came closer, staring into my eyes and said.

"There are indeed many things I cannot tell you, but there is one thing that is certain from the moment you walk in here."

"From the moment I saw you, I had a strong feeling. You're the one I want to bet on."

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Asking people to do things for you is very busy. As soon as I left Kajol's house, I had to go back to find Sean.

I feel that I should be recognized as a model worker.

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The location was in the red light district, in a booked room.

The pink sheets and walls were full of vulgar and ambiguous atmosphere. Sean stood at the door, watching me make the bed in silence.

"So what you mean by a nap is..."

"Just tell me whether you should take a nap or not."

I patted the light pink bed sheet clean and covered it with a soft quilt. I turned around and called him, "Come here quickly."

Sean sighed and walked over to put the pillow next to me, "Why do you like making the bed so much?"

"It's not that I like to make my bed, I just have a respectful attitude towards sleep."

I corrected his wording and pushed the petals all over the floor aside.

"When I was a kid, the happiest thing was sleeping. I didn't have to think about what to eat today, or what else I had to do today. No matter how my day went, I would feel comfortable when I went to bed."

For the immortals who drank the fountain of eternal life, sleep is the time closest to death. There is no need to think about boredom and pain, and the moans that always linger in the ears will not be transmitted to dreams. Only when they wake up will they return to the pain of the world.

Thinking back now, the events of that time seem like a dream. Sometimes I feel that a part of me died at that time, and when I look back every day, all that remains is a shadow of that time. Even so, it is already a very distant thing.

I was lost in thought when I met Sean's gaze. His eyes were filled with a hint of surprise, and I came to my senses: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"...This is the first time you've told me about your past."

Sean's voice suddenly softened, like wool caressing your fingertips. If you rub against it, it will automatically wrap around you.

"Really? It's just boring stuff. Nothing to worry about."

"Tell me more about this."

Sean reached out and turned on the light, then walked to the bed and leaned over to look at me. In the darkness, only his eyes reflected the light, like flowing gold.

"The reason you want to know about me is because you care about me?"

Sean didn't say anything for a moment, and leaned down. I stared at him for a while, and sighed softly: "Forget it, don't say it."

Now it was Sean's turn to get anxious. I put my hand over his mouth as he tried to speak, and stared into his eyes for a long time in the darkness.

"Since you remembered what happened in the game, why did you do this on purpose?"

"......"

Sean's lips moved, and the soft touch pressed against my palm. I asked him again, "What do you think?"

The bed in the hotel was soft enough for us to sink into. The light fell on the corners of his eyes, flickered across his eyelashes as he moved, and disappeared after a blink of an eye. I sighed softly in my heart. If you still don't understand his thoughts in this situation, you are not a fool but a fool.

Sean likes me.

It wasn't the yearning or attachment I thought it was, he simply liked me.

There were many things mixed in this love, but there was still a hint of sincerity. I withdrew my hand, and instead hugged his neck, whispering comfort.

"It's nothing. Once this is over, you will return to normal. You are just set up like this... You are just set up like this."

Whether it's Sean, Neil, Samuel, Odysseus, or even Kajol who just appeared in the book.

Do they have a slight crush on me? Yes.

Are their feelings real? I don't know.

In the legend of the goddess of love, Gartner, as long as the goddess draws a red circle around two people, they will overcome all difficulties and dangers and are destined to fall in love. The power from the gods changes the lives of mortals. For the two masterminds, aren't they Gartner in a sense?

Just by changing a few lines of code, the NPCs in the game can fall in love. Is this feeling really real to them?

Sean's face turned pale. A ray of moonlight shone through the window, making it look like a snowy winter day.

"You don't believe me?"

His voice was dry, his eyes full of disbelief and suspicious anger: "You think I'm not serious?"

I calmly replied, "I have lost the ability to fall in love with someone for a long, long time. They say love burns like fire and only melts a heart, but to me, it is no more important than stone. Not to mention that your feelings are likely set up. Xia Pingan needs me to get to know the NPCs in the game, and then influence you in reality through dreams. Among them, the most useful emotion is love."

"Sean, you need to calm down."

“Ha, hahaha, hahahaha…”

In this situation, Sean actually laughed.

The laughter was muffled and not very real. It sounded like a wolf's crazy roar, or maybe it wasn't laughter, but just a roar. He stuck to my neck and rubbed the small piece of skin with his lips repeatedly. The skin that was touched trembled subconsciously, and people always have unconscious reactions when danger approaches. I suppressed my instinct to dodge until something landed on the side of my neck.

Drops of wet liquid fell one by one, burning the skin.

"I want to eat you so much."

In the darkness, Sean said hoarsely.

His hands pressed on my wrists, forcing me to lie on my back, staring at the dark ceiling.

A stinging pain surged up from where he touched. I could almost imagine the sharp canine teeth biting through the fragile skin, spilling out a little red. Water dripped onto the wound, causing a sticky, slight pain.

"elder brother..."

Sean's voice was filled with something I didn't understand.

"I really want to tear you apart and eat you to satisfy my never-ending hunger. But I can't do that. I have been enduring. In order not to become that man, in order not to inherit his blood. You don't know how many times I have wanted to bite the throats of people around you, and you don't know how many times I have been eager to overthrow your throne, to let you know what it means to raise a wolf and lock you in a cage. I am enduring - and I have been enduring."

"No one taught me these things, I can only learn them slowly on my own. You have countless people in your eyes, and you treat everyone the same. I thought you could give me a little bit, but you told me that my feelings were all predetermined in your eyes. I am being stupid."

"Brother, you know what?"

He no longer spoke to me in a gentle manner, but rather as if he were an enemy. A soft and cold breath flowed out from the scarlet tongue kiss and fell on me. I hesitated and wanted to speak, but he blocked my mouth.

It was a kiss, but also more like a bite.

The sharp canine fangs pierced my lips, and blood mixed with saliva. I wanted to refuse, but my tongue was held tightly. It was as if he wanted to eat every inch of my flesh, and the pain and blood overflowed, over and over again. I became a little numb to the pain and touch, like a piece of chewed meat.

The little wolf cub I picked up with my own hands kissed the cut on my lips.

Then he spoke to me in a calm voice.

"I hate you."

I was silent for a long, long time, until he let go of me and stood up to leave. I said dryly "Sorry" when he walked to the door.

The wolf did not look back.