Chapter 227 Story
Esmeralda, the "Headless Queen," was once the daughter of an animal trainer who earned her living in a circus. While called a circus, it was actually part of the sex trade. The ringmaster's whip would strike both animals and humans without distinction, and a human life might even be less valuable than a juggling bear.
"If nothing unexpected happened, she would have spent her entire life wandering between stinking animal cages and cheap tents designed to please others, until she died of a disease caused by a filthy stomach." The priestess scoffed, "But the Goddess of Eros gave her a chance."
"What a beautiful love." Her tone was soft and sweet, like a little girl full of longing telling a fairy tale - if those crimson eyes weren't filled with sticky malice: "His Royal Highness, pursued by rebels, fell in love with the circus girl who saved him. Against all odds, he brought her back to Yuanxin Palace and declared her his princess."
The goddess of love loves this kind of trick. She loves to bring down chaotic, foolish, extremely passionate and reckless love on the world. These complex loves will ignore worldly ethics and rational morality, regardless of whether the so-called "lover" is a blood relative, an enemy, or just a slavering beast.
"She was a clever, ruthless, and extremely ambitious woman." Apatara sighed softly. "My half-brother fell in love with her. 'Love' blinded him. Ignoring the objections of the previous king and queen, he allowed her to gradually gain control of the political arena until she became queen, until her power even surpassed that of the king. Then, without warning, the god of love abandoned that woman."
"And then, boom—" the priestess chuckled. "Love is gone."
"My royal brother hates this lowly woman who fooled him, but he remains as cowardly and useless as ever. He is so afraid of her cruelty that he cannot even take revenge."
A strange yet delightful twist appeared on her face. "Analene hated her too. She tortured her in front of me, cursing the bitch's uselessness. She made her grovel on the ground, crying and wailing in the searing pain of her soul, until she trembled and submitted like a circus animal."
The most crucial information was vaguely mentioned by the priestess, especially the part about "the one favored by the God." She insisted that they would wait until they found the God of Love before making any deals. However, the professor still managed to deduce a lot of crucial information from it.
"What kind of format was that 'comic' you saw?"
Azuka was stunned for a moment. The man had changed the subject without warning. Seeing the other man raise his head in confusion, he slowly replied, "Fate doesn't allow me to describe more—I can only say that I've watched my whole life through it."
The black-haired youth paused with his pen. The fragment of the Goddess of Desire's soul had also revealed that fate would prevent her from revealing more—again, it was related to fate, but it was clear that the other party had greater authority than the Goddess of Desire.
...Why, because he is the "male protagonist"?
"Then let's change the question." The professor leaned back, his finger on his lips. "How did you know the Chinese pronunciation of 'comic book'? How did you know I was from another world?"
"I heard it." The male protagonist looked at him gently and intently with his blue eyes inlaid with golden patterns: "I saw it."
Nova frowned and slowly confirmed, "So you saw my world when you were dying? It was the 'I' who told you that this was a 'comic book'?"
The Savior smiled silently, and the bright, beautiful and great silver halo seemed to surround him again - his old enemy was indeed a very clever man, and fate could not stop him.
"Okay, let's combine the fragments I got from Samuel's memories." The black-haired young man fell into deep thought again, his fingers slowly tapping the table. "The Chosen One is the body chosen by the gods for themselves. Esmerel was the first test subject. The God of Eros was building momentum for her, trying to artificially fabricate a legend, but the faith gathered in the process was far from enough to support the divine power needed to seize the body. So the gods gave up on her and turned their attention to the other world, hoping to gain more faith from other worlds. You, Aure, and Maxine are the second batch of test subjects."
However, the souls of the gods had already consumed too much power before this, and could no longer be as rough and direct as when they "shaped" Esmerel, so they had to guide the direction of "fate" in a more obscure way.
...He suddenly felt a strange anger and sadness that he had never felt before.
Just like how, with Esmerel's abilities, even without the God of Love's involvement, she could have lived a fulfilling and magnificent life, rather than relying on so-called "love" to first conquer a man and then a nation. This is true for her, and even more so for the three "protagonists." Regardless of the outcome, whether good or bad, it is their own destiny—so what right does the so-called "God" have to toy with other people's lives at will?
...Perhaps that person should have become a doctor before using the most tragic and indignant rebellion to fight against the carefully arranged "fate".
"……professor?"
Nova was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been staring at someone for a little too long. He was even reluctant to think deeply, and an uncomfortable emotion fermented in his chest.
Warm fingers gently stroked his cheek, and the fingertips tentatively touched the skin under his eyes. The man's voice was low and gentle: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
He hesitated, a rare occurrence: "...I shouldn't feel empathy."
The guy laughed softly, with a slightly playful, soft and sweet pride: "Then maybe it's because you love me?"
“…”
Silently pressing the other's claws down, the black-haired young man calmly brought the conversation back to the right track. His ears seemed slightly red, perhaps because of his own gaffe.
"Where the gods are trapped, there must be some way to communicate with the other world. I suspect it's related to something called the 'Book of Genesis'. Through the chaos of time and space, they use dimensionality reduction to transmit the stories of the chosen ones—that is, you—to Earth."
"Shakyamuni, who passed away in meditation beneath the Bodhi tree, Jesus, who was crucified, and Muhammad, who ascended to the Kaaba at night..." The reader from another world slowly raised his eyes, calmly gazing at the protagonists of the story before him: "After all, so-called religion, in its early days, was nothing more than a series of widely circulated stories. The gods hoped to gain faith from another world through the form of 'comics'."
He looked like he was standing solemnly in the temple of truth, reading out the final verdict with unquestionable arrogance.
"—But one thing is for sure, you exist beyond the story itself, a real, independent person."
Being hugged.
The black-haired young man sat on the chair, hesitantly pulled out his arm, and slowly patted the other man's back, his hot breath all spreading deep into his neck.
"What about you?" The Savior said with some repression, "Why would you leave your homeland and choose to fall into my world?"
"I don't know yet, I need more-hiss!"
The guy bit the side of his neck again. It hurt, but there shouldn't be any bleeding. However, the feeling of having your vitals held between someone's lips and teeth was definitely not pleasant.
Then the other person bit his neck and muttered vaguely and aggrievedly: "Will you leave me suddenly? Just like you suddenly appeared?"
The professor thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "...according to our original agreement, you will help me return to my own world."
He pointed this out very perceptively. But in the corner where he couldn't see, the other person's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying for a moment.
However, the blond young man still loosened his teeth and licked the red flesh lovingly, with a soothing look, which made people shiver instinctively.
"Sir, the oath I made to you will last forever." The Savior straightened up slightly, looked intently into those smoky gray eyes, and promised very gently and carefully.
"But maybe I can never go back." His old enemy interrupted him expressionlessly, even a little rudely: "After all, the 'me' in that world is just a corpse lying on a hospital bed, and may have already been burned to ashes."
He closed his eyes and his breathing seemed to be trembling.
He gradually peeled back his most vulnerable parts to show another person: "I simply...can't abandon my roots. I dare not forget the past that shaped me. If I were completely assimilated by this world, I would gradually cease to be 'me'—a slow, horrifying massacre, no different from a brain tumor."
"So I'm very unlikely to leave you—barring any unforeseen circumstances, of course." The black-haired young man's tone returned to rationality, and he answered him in a calm, almost cold manner: "First, I think the possibility of returning home is actually very small. Secondly, if there really is a chance to return home, since your family and friends are still in this world, I can't ask you to abandon everything and go back with me. If you are willing, I will do my best to find a way to freely travel between the two worlds."
"Finally, if things go in a direction none of us want to see... well!"
I was kissed again.
Nova subconsciously struggled, but was held tightly in someone's arms. Between his rapid, wet breaths, he heard the person murmur in his ear, "That's enough, dear, that's enough... Leave the rest to me."
——Whether it’s sacrifice or something else, it’s enough.
The black-haired young man frowned in confusion: "Why are you blocking my mouth again?"
"Because I don't want to hear it." Azuka smiled, and while he was glaring at him angrily, he pecked his enemy's slightly red lips again: "Because I just need to know that you love me."
His nemesis was stunned for a moment, then frowned seriously, staring at him with the concentration of a researcher. "...I'm not sure, is this love?"
"Who knows?" The Savior sighed cunningly, "But you still have a lot of time to get the answer yourself... and I will always be with you."
No matter where, no matter when—until you become the anchor recognized by that person.
"So don't be afraid."
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