Chapter 69 Chapter 69 This Sour Plum Soup is Not That Sour Plum Soup
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"Sir, would you like some sour plum soup?" A pure and charming female insect asked Mo Shiyu cautiously, holding a small wooden bowl.
Mo Shiyu held the baby, looked out the window, and did not answer.
They are now in an abandoned factory building. Mo Shiyu doesn't know the exact location, but it is either in Yokohama or around Tokyo.
Most bugs don't dare to talk to him.
This was not because they were afraid that the capricious insect queen would kill them, but more because they keenly felt that Mo Shiyu did not like them and even more hated them for getting close to him.
Being hated by the insect queen is even more painful than killing them.
"Where is the priest?" Mo Shiyu looked up at her.
Upon receiving the response, the female insect's cheeks flushed with excitement. "Priest... I'm counting the insects. I'll be back soon."
"If you want to rest, I can help you hold the doll." The female insect looked at the doll and said tentatively.
"No."
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and wrapped his outer robe tightly with some fatigue.
He was severely exhausted, and now when he calmed down and leaned against the wall to rest, his eyelids felt heavy.
Unlike other advanced insects that have mutated to develop special abilities, strange facial features, and grown butterfly wings, Mo Shiyu's body has not changed much.
This meant that his skin was still soft and elastic, unlike their hard and smooth insect shells that could not be penetrated by ordinary bullets.
In the eyes of other insects, such a young and delicate mother insect, if not properly cared for even for a moment, will easily attract unnecessary prying eyes, be snatched away and harmed by coveters, or even die.
They simply couldn't bear to leave the insect queen exposed and unprotected.
Therefore, even though they knew that the insect queen hated them, the high-level insects still chose to surround him in a way that was as non-offensive as possible.
Of course, the moths that were ugly in appearance, covered in phosphorus powder, and did not meet the insect queen's aesthetic standards were ruthlessly driven out.
Mo Shiyu didn't care about Chongzi's thoughts at all. His mind was occupied by another thing.
He had a dream.
The him in the dream is different from the me now.
Seems younger.
About... the same age as when he first traveled through time.
There are subtle differences in their appearance and demeanor.
Mo Shiyu didn't think that was himself.
No, it should be said that the person is him, but not the one with the same experience.
He also tried his best and finally returned home.
He stopped outside his house and looked at the monster that was squeezed through the crack of the door, staring at him with open eyes, not blinking.
The monster asked him: Do you really want to come in? Will you regret it?
Behind the half-open door lay a dead silence, with the occasional sound of my mother crying, intermittent, like a radio with poor contact.
Mo Shiyu lowered his head, and his long ash-gray hair slid down from his shoulders.
He could probably guess.
This was his experience in a parallel world, which was reproduced before him in a strange and absurd form.
The most direct meaning of this dream should be: going home is not the end, in fact, even more terrible things will happen after returning home.
...At this point, he wasn't that surprised.
Mo Shiyu wiped his face vigorously, lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth.
The authenticity of the dream remains to be verified.
Because there are many things that don’t make sense.
For example, in the dream, the entire community was empty and silent, and no matter how he stomped his feet, the sensor light in the corridor would not light up.
For example, his hair is mainly black, but with some smoky gray highlights.
The strange thing is that Mo Shiyu has never experienced a time when his hair was this color.
After he drew the "Born Victim" character card, within just three days, even the roots of his hair turned smoky gray. The change was so great that he almost called the police every time he woke up and looked in the mirror.
But this guy doesn't have even one tenth of his hair gray.
Either he went back inside just ten minutes after drawing the card, or... this dream was a trick to prevent him from returning home.
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes.
Suddenly a breeze blew, gently caressing his hair.
Like someone was kissing him.
***
The white doll lay in his arms and moved slightly.
Mo Shiyu lowered his head, stretched out his arms to wrap around the doll, and said in his heart, "Sheyu, it was you who brought Zhong Yejun to save me, right? It's all thanks to you."
It’s great that the vest has self-awareness. He can come to save him when he is unconscious.
Look at his second vest. As soon as Mo Shiyu lost consciousness, he turned into an artificial retard. Fortunately, this vest can't speak, otherwise it would become like this.
Others: "Hey, Fumian, the weather is pretty good today."
Vest No. 2: "What? Ma what Mei?"
“…” She Yu didn’t say anything, but just squeezed into his arms.
No, the real body. She Yu looked down at his weak, doll-like body.
If he had a physical body, like Vest No. 2, he could come faster and do more.
Instead of just staying where you are and empathizing with the original body's pain.
The doll's black, hole-like eyes looked as if they were about to shed tears, and Mo Shiyu stroked the doll's hair.
She Yu closed his eyes and stuck to his body to transmit information.
"I found out some of the information Bai Lan was hiding."
Sheyu said softly.
"He possessed a portion of 7 to the power of 3. It was an orange gem oozing pus, set in a ring. But Bai Lan never wore it. Instead, he sealed it away..."
"Books and 7 to the power of 3 are both the cornerstones of this world. As they exist, the world exists. When they mutate, the world becomes deformed."
"The world wasn't meant to be like this, and the fate of everyone, including us, wasn't meant to be like this."
The foundation of the world is a festering gem...
Mo Shiyu felt goosebumps all over his body just by imagining it.
If 7 raised to the power of 3 becomes like this, then what about the “book”? What has the “book” become distorted into?
He remembered something and suddenly took out a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket.
This was the paper that floated down from the sky in his dream, and it actually came out when he woke up.
There is only a short sentence above.
【Shiyu, I will always pray for your happiness. 】
【--Book. 】
There was a fluctuating look in Mo Shiyu's eyes.
He didn't believe what was written on it at first, but what if this was really a page of a "book"?
This is paper that can turn words into reality. Once written, it represents a truth:
"Shu" hopes Mo Shiyu is happy.
Even though the words may be confusing, one thing is certain.
The "book" that Mo Shiyu regarded as a tool actually possessed human-like self-awareness.
This seems to explain Mo Shiyu's previous feeling of disharmony.
There are many conspiracies behind his time travel, but the person behind the scenes does not seem to be someone who enjoys watching him suffer.
But in the future, Mo Shiyu might be in trouble because of writing the words about going home in the "book", and become the "mother who was kept in captivity until she was broken" in Bai Lan's words.
The purpose of the "book" was to prevent him from returning home. This was probably with good intentions.
Even if its methods are twisted, cruel and deformed.
Is this where the "book" is distorted?
***
The priest walked in. He covered his left eye with a piece of white ribbon and tied it in a knot behind his head, leaving only one cold eye exposed. His long dark green hair cascaded down. He half-knelt in front of Mo Shiyu and looked up at him.
"You should eat something. You've used up too much of your energy."
Mo Shiyu turned his head to look at him.
The street light outside the window reflected in his gray pupils, flashing tiny, cold light.
"Don't look at me like that." Mo Shiyu's voice was very soft, and seemed to carry a hint of resentment like broken glass.
"You know something about books, right?
"I can only say that this is all destined." The priest raised his slender fingers and covered his dark green right eye. He tilted his head meekly, "Only you can be my mother."
"We were created by the Book and will never betray your children."
His voice was one of complete meekness and submission.
This distorted race in the underground of Yokohama has evolved a group mindset, which allows them to retain human memory and wisdom while completely alienating their thinking into that of an alien race.
This race is an extremely matriarchal society and can only produce one insect queen.
The longing and attachment to the mother is ingrained in group thinking.
There is always a lot of fanatical eyes around Mo Shiyu, but at the same time, they are also absolutely obedient, without any aggression, only protective - such eyes are very, very rare.
Mo Shiyu had to admit that most people who fell in love with him would rather break his limbs and lock him up in a basement than protect him.
This species, modeled after the creature he feared the most, was like a knife made for him.
"So, you know." Mo Shiyu whispered, "You know, your race was born for me, and your life was ruined because of me."
The priest whispered attentively, "Yes, we know. We have been waiting for you."
"..." Mo Shiyu felt anger hitting his brain like sparks, and he gripped the paper so hard that his fingernails turned pale.
The "book" arbitrarily changed his fate, and also the fate of those in front of him. To protect him?
Is this his style?
Mo Shiyu felt that all this was really disgusting.
He stared at the priest. "You were once human, with your own lives. Even now, you can go back to live the life you should have lived. You still retain your complete memory, right? Can you accept the fate of becoming a monster for a stranger?"
Without hesitation, the priest said, "It would be our honor to sacrifice for you."
Mo Shiyu was so angry that he went crazy.
"Sir, would you like some sour plum soup?" Another insect came over holding a bloody bowl and asked.
"I won't drink." Mo Shiyu said angrily, "Get out!"
"Then let's go catch some fresh humans for you to eat..."
“No, no!”
The insects looked anxiously at the spoiled and willful queen who refused to eat or drink. Some of them even started to gnaw on their hands in anxiety.
Mo Shiyu slowly calmed down and said, "If I tell you to get out of here, will you listen?"
All the bugs had sad expressions on their faces.
"But...we have to protect you." said a bug.
Mo Shiyu said, "The presence of the priests with teleportation abilities is enough. As for you, fold your wings, return to your homes, do what you should do, eat ordinary food, and don't think about catching humans to reproduce."
"Are you going to abandon us?" the insects asked hesitantly, "Are you a mother insect who loves only children?"
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a while: "..." "What a mess!
Mo Shiyu paused for a long time before saying, "I'll call you when I need you, okay?"
***
It took a lot of effort to make the insects promise not to kill. After driving them away one by one, Mo Shiyu walked back to the hotel step by step, tiredly.
The priest Smino followed him.
He only had one dark green eye left, as deep as a forest pool. He watched without blinking as Mo Shiyu closed the door, took off his outer robe, revealing his clothes with only a few pieces of fabric left.
The insect mother's body is flexible and slender, with loose gray hair and pale skin that gleams with a moist luster.
"Do you want to continue watching?" Mo Shiyu looked back at him and said softly before taking off his shirt.
Smino was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly covered his eyes with his wings, "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm the one who should apologize." Mo Shiyu put the doll with its teeth and claws bared on the sofa and said, "I shouldn't have dug out your eyes just to vent my anger."
"There's absolutely no need for you to apologize. Besides, this kind of injury will heal quickly," Smirnoff said. "You should understand that, and you can too now."
Mo Shiyu said, "Just because I have the ability to heal doesn't mean I can hurt you at will."
"I don't know why, but when I see you, I feel like I can completely control everything about you, even your lives." Mo Shiyu covered his eyes. "My mental state is worrying. I have to remind myself all the time."
The priest opened his mouth.
There is no need to suppress your nature, he wanted to say, but couldn't.
This was the insect queen he had been waiting for. It looked different from what he had imagined, but...
The cold Zerg's pupils shrank uncontrollably into needles, and an extremely strange and complex emotion continued to spread in his body.
He suddenly remembered the doll that had always been held in the insect mother's arms.
Such a warm and loving embrace, as if holding a treasure.
But his mother gouged out his eyes.
Priest Smino had always accepted all the reactions of the Insect Queen with a meek attitude, like a machine without self, but now he had an idea.
How nice it would be if he could also have his mother's gentle embrace?
In a subtle way, he began to wonder, what was this? Was it group thinking, or was it his own individual emotions?
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