Props: Heart to Heart
"?" Yueying Xiaoshan clearly didn't understand who "Mirror Image" was, but she didn't care.
All she wanted to say was: It's really scary to just pop out like that, but wouldn't it be disrespectful to the gods to say it directly?
"We're running out of time. Are you sure you don't want me to help you filter?"
"No need," Tsukikage Koyama refused decisively. Although this evil god had helped her a lot, she didn't think that relying too much on him would bring any good.
"Don't be so polite. My after-sales service is all free." The evil god vigorously promoted his excellent service attitude.
Moon Shadow Hill still hasn't changed its mind.
Hrines, feeling bored, shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "Fine, whatever you want." He then retreated to the side to watch the show, like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, ungrateful for a kind heart.
"Ah, I found it." Before the servant melted, Tsukikage Koyama happily selected the item she wanted.
Item Name: Heart to Heart
Message from the prop: Do humans hurt each other because they don't understand each other, or is it because they understand each other yet still hurt each other?
Prop description: If you can empathize with me.
Using this tool, you can directly and completely transfer your feelings to the other person.
If a person with depression uses this tool on a cheerful and optimistic person, the person being treated will become just as miserable as the person with depression.
When a pregnant woman with postpartum depression uses this tool on her husband, the woman will truly feel the pain of being pregnant for ten months and giving birth, the lack of care during the postpartum period, and the lack of help during childcare, as if she has personally experienced it all.
However, this item will not transform the recipient into a body exactly like the caster's.
The body of the person being treated remains the same, only the pain is replicated.
The pain inflicted is unaffected by the recipient's feelings.
Even if the person being treated is an open-minded and optimistic person, they can still feel the pain of the sensitive treatment provider.
Herines's work notes:
A grieving pregnant woman once came to me and told me that her husband didn't appreciate her sacrifices.
They took her pregnancy and childbirth for granted.
They ignored her suffering and even mocked her.
I told her I could help her dump that awful husband and find her a good husband who cares about her and appreciates her efforts.
Changing an indifferent person is something even God cannot do.
She said she just wanted her husband to feel the same pain she was going through.
I neither agreed nor disagreed.
I fully respected the client's request and designed this prop for her.
The pregnant woman used this device on her husband for life, subjecting him to the pain of uterine prolapse, urinary incontinence, various gynecological diseases, and dilation and curettage (D&C) procedures.
To make her husband suffer enough, the pregnant woman never received treatment for her illness; instead, to make her husband suffer even more, she was subjected to inhumane torture.
Even someone as utterly worthless as me was shocked by what I saw.
I found the pregnant woman and advised her, "That's enough."
“If you’re really angry, I can throw your husband into the septic tank.”
"Or you could spend some money and hire a group of people to gang rape your husband."
"If you keep using this tool, you will also suffer."
"Harming others will ultimately harm yourself; let go of hatred and you'll find boundless freedom."
However, the pregnant woman refused. She scolded me severely, saying that when she was being harmed, why didn't I tell her husband that harming others ultimately harms oneself?
When she retaliates, she'll defend her husband like this.
Does karma always target the victims?
I've decided to shut up.
Oh dear, I rarely do a good deed, and I've been scolded like this. I'll never be a good person again.
It's hard to be a good person in this world.
Because of my persuasion, the pregnant woman became even more hateful of the world.
She yelled at me, "You're a man too, so you feel sorry for him, huh?!"
I'm so wronged! I'm a noble god, how can I be compared to a man?
She even used this tool on me, wanting me to experience the same pain she went through.
I quickly bent over, pretending to clutch my stomach in pain, and feigned begging, "This won't work!"
The pregnant woman said smugly, "Now you know how much pain I'm in, don't you?"
I laughed and let go of my stomach: "I was in a lot of pain, I was faking it."
"Evil gods cannot get pregnant, so this item is ineffective against me."
"The prerequisite for using this tool is that the other party must have the possibility of experiencing the same pain as you."
"But if the other person is not capable of experiencing that kind of pain at all, then it won't be effective."
"It's like you can never make a human feel the pain of an ant."
"These days, girls all seem to have a perverse sense of humor, wanting to see guys with stomach aches."
Are you all witches?
(I know that some of you reading this will be wondering if, as a man, I have any urological issues like infertility, or even if I have that "good child" thing I can't say directly. Okay, I'll come talk to you tonight. All your problems will be solved then.)
Finally, until her death, the pregnant woman endured intense pain because of tormenting her uncaring husband.
Although I've reaped a bountiful harvest of pain and evil, I don't feel like I'm really enjoying it.
"I'm curious, who do you want to use this prop on?" Herines always had a craving for spoilers before the play was about to begin.
“My mom, my brother, ... everyone!” Yueying Xiaoshan read out a long list of names.
“Do you think they’ll understand you and care about you after experiencing the same pain as you?” Cherenes said. “Then you’re probably going to be disappointed.”
"They might even hate you, leave you, or even become your enemies."
“No, I don’t care if they care about me or not. I just want them to suffer as much as I do.” Tsukikage Koyama clenched her fists tightly. “They were the ones who hated me first.”
"As expected of the evil agent I chose, his level of depravity is second to none." Cherenes couldn't help but give Moonshadow Hill a thumbs up. "Thinking back to when I was young, I was just as self-destructive as he was."
Moon Shadow Mountain, having received the approval of the evil god, became even more smug.
“Here, this is for you.” Cherenes handed Moonshadow Hill a flower that shimmered with the luster of a jewel.
"Huh? What is this?" This was the first time Yueying Xiaoshan had ever seen such a crystal-clear flower that radiated a luster.
"This is a flower unique to the place where I was born, called the Jewel Flower."
"He is the most beautiful flower in the whole world."
"He was very beautiful, but also full of jealousy."
"Although he is already the most beautiful flower, he still cannot tolerate other flowers having their own beauty, and cannot tolerate others glancing at other flowers while praising his beauty."
"In order to outshine all the other flowers, he poisoned all the others and bloomed alone."
"Where there are jewel flowers, other flowers cannot grow."
"He also likes to steal nutrients from the surrounding plants and use them for his own benefit."
"Ultimately, he became a symbol of wealth and prosperity, while the other plants around him withered and became barren."
"However, as soon as you remove him from the ground and take away his roots that can plunder nutrients from other plants, he will immediately wither and turn into a stinking pile of garbage, attracting countless flies to swarm around him, and grow garbage fruit that can turn people into garbage."
“Countless people want to auction him off, but those who own him will lose all their wealth and their families will be ruined.”
Hearing this, Yueying Xiaoshan was startled and immediately threw the flower away: "Then you'd better put it away quickly! This flower is too dangerous."
Whether it's dangerous or not depends on how you use it.
"If you pass this flower around like a drumbeat to someone else, you'll be safe, won't you?"
"Don't you think this flower is a very useful curse tool?"
"But if I keep it..."
Cherenes produced a glass box and placed the flower inside.
"Just put the flowers in this box."
"One day, you will meet someone you want to send flowers to."
When Tsukikage returned home, he cheerfully played his violin to celebrate.
At 11 p.m., Chesia flung open Moonshadow Hill's door.
"Can you pull out something from the living world?"
"Stop sawing wood at home, can you go to the music store to practice? If you keep playing like this, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown."
"You call yourself a painter, yet you dare to belittle my music!" Moon Shadow Mountain said angrily.
"I thought we were both artists and could understand each other."
"Your art is different from mine, so you're my enemy. Why should I understand you?"
"I have my own artistic principles, so why should I try to understand someone whose art is completely different from mine?"
Enraged, Tsukikage Koyama used Heart to Heart on Chessia.
In an instant, Chesia understood the feeling of Moonshadow Hill, who was of humble origin and considered "something that could not be presented in a respectable manner," and who wanted to become a classical musician, ascend to the grand hall of fame, and be worshipped by everyone.
I also understood the strong will, the unwillingness to be lowly, and the desire to seek recognition from others after experiencing pain, all conveyed in the violin music of "Moon Shadow Hill".
Chesia looked at Moonshadow Hill with pity: "So that's what you think."
"How pitiful."
"Fine, you can poop at home. I'll just wear earplugs."
The anticipated heart-to-heart talk between the brother and sister did not materialize.
Tsukikage Koyama felt as if he had been stripped naked and was being judged by others.
Even if others share the same feelings, their consciousness still exists, and they recklessly "observe" their own thoughts.
Although she was "understood," Tsukikage Koyama was not happy at all.
There was even a sense of shame.
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After receiving the invitation code, Lin Xue recently read through most of the popular posts in the forum's various sections.
There was a story mentioned that after the old lady's beloved granddaughter died, her head was cut off and placed in a basketball hoop. During a physical education class, the teacher asked the students to bring the basketball hoop so he could demonstrate a three-step layup.
He didn't look at the basket; he grabbed the ball directly from inside the hoop, took the severed head from the corpse, and successfully tossed it into the basket.
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