Chapter 222
Thanks to the benevolent, Benny lost all interest in the meal.
It's hard to imagine what this child has been through; his body deteriorates so easily, as if it's something that doesn't need to be cared about at all.
That makes sense, though. Even if she turned into a disgusting mess, a compassionate person could easily recover. In that situation, what could one expect her to cherish her body?
Perhaps in her eyes, she was nothing more than something that could be eaten.
This feeling made Benny realize that she was only slightly decadent, which was much better than that kind of thing.
Yes, that's it. As a human being, her actions have provoked her own anger.
She frowned, her expression was terrible, but she couldn't think of an excuse.
Even if you actually go to her, she'll just offer you her arm to eat.
It might cause psychological trauma, so forget about it.
She continued eating, trying not to think about what kind of meat it was.
Do not look or listen; be free from all worldly desires.
I have a good mental fortitude, so I shouldn't feel upset over such a small thing.
"Speaking of which, how is Ghost Duke doing these days?" She turned to look at her and said, "I remember saying that I don't want to see him again in a sticky mess."
“Recently, the Benevolent Ones have given up on their physical experiments on him. They couldn’t find any clues, no evidence whatsoever. There’s no logical explanation for why he can’t die.” She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “It’s like a rule in itself; that guy just can’t die. It might even have a higher priority than the Saints’ abilities. He might be the rule itself, something beyond human comprehension.”
"So what do you plan to do? Seal him away?"
“That kind of thing is far too weak, so the seal itself is useless. The seal will eventually break, and if that guy is imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, who knows what even stranger thing he will become.” She said, “Therefore, for now, all we do for him is keep a daily record, invite him for tea, and talk about life and ideals.”
"That's all?"
That's all.
"I don't believe it. Would you mind if I visited him later?"
"He expressed his desire to meet you some time ago. He's a very interesting guy, at least when it comes to chess, he's talented."
"Playing chess?"
"He's very good at something called Gomoku. The rules are simple, and it seems to be a local pastime."
......
At this moment, in the dungeon, Ghost Duke was lying on his bed writing something.
"What are you writing now?" A kind-hearted person passing by asked with a smile.
"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a novelist." He said casually, "If it weren't for rushing to meet deadlines, why would I have died suddenly?"
“I don’t understand what you’re saying at all.” The benevolent man shook his head, completely unaware of what the man meant.
Many words were beyond her comprehension to her.
At first, she was unwilling to admit her ignorance; she had read every book in the world. Logically, she should have been incredibly learned. In fact, she was practically invincible in the realm of sorcery.
But when this guy suddenly appeared, she felt like she knew nothing at all.
"That's rare. You didn't start cursing right away." Ghost Duke was a little surprised. "In this world, you're the only one who didn't ignore what I said. If possible, I have many ideas that you can use."
"for example?"
"I don't know how to tinker with anything more advanced than a steam engine, but I do know a little about this kind of machine."
"You mean that stuff from that metal city? Forget about it."
"There are other things too, like Gomoku from last time. As for board games, there's also something like Yu-Gi-Oh!."
"Yu-Gi-Oh!"
"Ore wata, Doushuai (a Japanese homonym meaning: My turn, draw a card.)" Ghost Duke suddenly shouted with a strange air of knowledge.
But nothing happened; only the benevolent looked at him with the expression of someone looking at a fool. They sighed helplessly.
Having a serious conversation with him only leads to these strange outcomes, which is incredibly frustrating. He seems to be doing something serious, but in reality, no one makes you wonder more if you're being too lenient than this guy.
However, although the benevolent one didn't want to admit it, he had already used every means he could think of to torture this guy. But half a year had passed, and this guy was still at his factory settings, seemingly unaffected by anything he was done to.
They would even mock her, and even offer her advice.
She had a slight feeling that this guy might be a masochist, but he put on an innocent expression and said that he was in a lot of pain.
What's even more painful is that he almost never lies.
He recounted fantastical tales: skyscrapers, department stores, and even firearms—the Dongfeng Express, capable of destroying a city without lifting a finger.
Those were things that sounded like they were meant to fool children, but he said them like that, and I didn't even realize that this guy was lying.
There are only two possibilities: either this guy is telling the truth, or this guy has gone mad and thinks everything he said is true.
She would rather believe this guy had gone mad than believe he was telling the truth, even a whole year later.
Many things were completely beyond his comprehension, and in his mind, it seemed that such a place truly existed. The universe was boundless and unbound. The ground was round, yet flat, just like it was now. Mountains, rivers, seas, the sun, and the moon remained unchanged... oh, and there was also the concept of the sun and the moon. It was said that day and night there were formed by two spheres rotating back and forth.
Um, there are still some things I can't understand... like pi and the periodic table of elements. This guy occasionally speaks a few words of so-called "Japanese," so-called "English," and writes some classical Chinese.
These things are really too difficult to understand.
How can we possibly believe that there are actually six billion people in the world? That's a number we've never imagined, a possibility we've never even considered.
But even now, she hasn't been able to find a more acceptable reason to refute it. The only thing that can convince her is that this guy is a madman, which puts her at ease.
Even I find it hard to believe; it's just too hard to understand, as if it's something that shouldn't have happened.
The merciful one opened the cell, went in, and laid out a table before him.
"You said you would teach me something called an elephant flag."
"Aren't you going to play Gomoku anymore?" Ghost Duke asked casually, then hesitated for a moment looking at the table. "But I need you to use wood, first like this, then like this, and then..."
The benevolent listen silently and then do as instructed.
Finally, a chess set made entirely by hand appeared on both sides.
"Wow, this would be an absolute gem even in my original world!" Ghost Duke looked delighted as he carefully examined the exquisitely crafted object before him.
It was so easy to process it with holy magic. In her eyes, wood was like clay, which could be molded and shaped at will.
"I understand how to play, but there's a problem," she suddenly asked after a long silence.
"What?"
"If it's just about showing what a chess piece is, then writing it down would suffice." She frowned, looking at the chess piece. "Why did you make me shape it like this?"
This chess set has a very bizarre art style, as the two generals are respectively Ghost Duke and her. The remaining pieces are all drawn according to Ghost Duke's illustrations, and they are all cute and adorable girls.
"You've already lost if you focus on the details." Ghost Duke was completely oblivious, and then casually took away his two cars.
"Hmm?" She frowned, watching Ghost Duke take away her elephant again.
"I'll let you win the first round." Ghost Duke shrugged. "I can't just take advantage of my experience to bully you."
"Even if I've only read the rules once, isn't this a bit too much of a disregard for me?"
“Ha, why not? You’re just a saint, not a god. You can crush me into mud and put me back together, but you can’t necessarily beat me at chess.” Ghost Duke laughed heartily: “Man is not born of woman. There’s a line in the Book of Job.”
"The Book of Job?"
“There was a similar religion in my original world, where people believed in God, but I’m not sure if it’s the same one.” Ghost Duke looked at her. “You don’t look good. What did I say to offend you?”
"What a joke! I am God's spokesperson. In a sense, I am God." Ren'ai's expression gradually twitched.
"God is omnipotent, but you are limited and not omnipotent." After stepping on the minefield, Ghost Duke started leaping like a goat in the minefield, and then doing a disco after freefall: "Then let's make a bet. If I lose at this level, you can do whatever you want with me, and I will admit that you are equivalent to a god."
"Huh? I could have done whatever I wanted with you anyway." She frowned and said unhappily, "This doesn't count as a bet."
“But I have nothing. I have nothing to put on the gambling table.” Ghost Duke said with a smile, “So let’s begin. If you can’t gamble, then forget it. Let’s just play a few rounds normally. You’re a beginner, so it’s perfectly normal to lose.”
This guy has some inexplicable cultivation level in this messy place.
It wasn't because he was wasting his time that he failed to get into university; he spent his time reading, playing chess, and doing all sorts of other random things.
The benevolent one lost without a doubt. When the car reached the bottom, Ghost Duke hesitated for a moment and looked at her.
"You can take back your move. This is just the fifteenth time you've misjudged something; it's not unforgivable."
"You win." The Benevolent One slowly closed her eyes, completely calm, and looked at the guy in front of her who had started to pack up the chessboard after hearing her answer.
"For a beginner, you've played very well." Ghost Duke hesitated for a moment before saying, "But I didn't understand a few of the moves that were so brave they made my heart skip a beat."
"Don't try to insult me anymore, you've won now." She looked a little displeased at the guy sitting in front of her: "Make your demands, you said this was a bet."
"Then I said I had nothing, nothing to bring to the table. What kind of guy can bet on someone with nothing?" He didn't seem happy, just silently setting up the chessboard.
"I didn't say I would definitely grant your request."
“Haha, indeed.” Ghost Duke hesitated for a moment, then looked at her and said, “It’s just a simple request. Could you wear a little less clothing? You’re practically wrapped in a blanket.”
She froze, her expression looking very strange.
"Perhaps I misunderstood you."
"Don't think of it positively, I'm just crooked. I just think it's too cruel that I can't see anything but a pretty girl when it's finally my turn to play chess with her, isn't it?" He made a face and said something incredibly awful in a perfectly normal way: "I'm just a shut-in who gets lustful over pretty girls."
"Huh? I've turned you into mud quite a few times."
"Cute is justice!" Ghost Duke suddenly shouted, looking very crazy, then gave a thumbs up: "That's a line from No Game No Life. I had bad intentions towards that cute little sister."
"Are you asking me to forgive your sins?"
"Falling in love with a girl who doesn't exist is something only hardcore otaku would do, and it has nothing to do with moral condemnation." He was very frank, picked up a notebook and quickly doodled. In just a few minutes, the messy lines had already outlined the two main characters from the anime: "This is the anime that got me into otaku!"
"Change it to something I can understand."
"This is the beginning of my becoming a cripple." Ghost Duke made the statement without any restraint that he was such a pervert, but his eyes were empty and lifeless.
“You give me a strange feeling,” the benevolent one said softly. “You seem to be empty inside.”
“Perhaps when I was reincarnated, God didn’t put my soul into a body.” Ghost Duke looked at her and said seriously, “Your eyes are much prettier than before; there really are things living inside them.”
The benevolent one paused, then subconsciously glanced at the water beside him.
In the reflection, she saw her own face. Her eyes, which had been completely covered by bandages and were as empty as the one in front of her, now seemed to have inexplicably come alive.
This feeling is very strange, somewhat mystical.
But it's actually quite easy to understand. If you don't believe me, just stare intently into the eyes of a teddy bear. That empty gaze and dry smile look so forced.
And those who are still alive are considered to be of a higher level than even the walking dead who seek a living body.
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