Chapter 62

"Trying to analyze rationally but rationality evaporates"

-OP-: Well, my emotions tell me to call him a stitching monster, but my mind tells me that based on the shaping ability of Fanxing, this guy might make me really fall in love with him in the future.

-2L-: I feel the same way. I'm torn between my conscience and my desires right now... It's good that the forum is managed and maintained, but there are already some radical people outside who are scolding the author and the new characters.

Well, I choose to wait and see.

-3L-: When this part of his came out, few people were discussing the issue of Dust Awakening, which caused the controversy of the former to just pass by. How can this not be considered as helping to divert attention (looking up at the sky)

-OP-: I am calm now. Let me start with the summary and think about what new characters are sewn in:

Hair - judging by the way it's drawn, it looks very similar to the star god's mane; eye color - it's very similar to Xiaoman's mother's eye color; face - even though the age is different, there's still a clear shadow of the little fox.

Anything else? It's really weird.

-5L-: Transport, someone next door guessed that the black part of the hair came from Xiaoman’s father’s side.

But I do think that, since they appear in the same episode and what they say are obviously related, it is no coincidence that both the new character and Chen Xing have purple hair.

-OP-: Thank you for the supplement.

-7L-: I remembered that he had repeatedly said that he hoped Xiaoman would look at him.

—My God, what do you see, this face and these eyes?

I'm afraid.

-8L-: If he is not acting, and Dust Awakens is not acting either, then why are the biggest mystery teller and the guy who looks most like a villain so special to the kid...what the hell is this?

-9L-: I miss my friend every day. He lived an upright life and kept nothing secret except matters of life and death...

-10L-: I have a feeling this time, that the days in the Flower City were as sunny as the last day of care, and from now on it will be full of sparks and lightning. Scary.

…

-OP-: I understand, I understand completely! Is there a possibility that the dragon race can share with the Star God by virtue of the privilege of reaching the Land of the Dead mentioned before Belu appeared; or even the Land of the Dead refers to that dark place, which is a buffer zone or passageway that separates from the normal world and touches the Star God, and the souls of the dead in that world gather there; I don’t know what those other spots of light that disappeared before the new character appeared were, but they may be composed of the souls of the dead or part of the soul!!!

——That’s why he has the characteristics of the little fox, his mother, and maybe even more people!!!

-15L-: Damn, I believe it, I really believe it.

-16L-: But there are more characters who died in the main story. Where is Pinky? Where is Lasi? My friend brother is not dead yet, so I can understand his absence.

-17L-: The remaining body of the pink-haired sister was taken by this guy to play a late-night knocking on the door. I suspect that he doesn't value the souls of the siblings (eyes shifted). So he probably didn't do it randomly, it was all planned for a long time...

-18L-: There can't be any threading. You haven't forgotten that he is different from the general death, right? The soul has been completely shattered by the wear and tear of being a ghost for 600 years and the backlash of the prophecy ceremony, right? (Looking up at the sky)

If Lasi still had a whole soul left, how could my friend accept such a complete loss? He would have gone to pick him up long ago.

——I exclaimed how wonderful it was. Xiaoman also happened to think that the teacher was still alive, so there would be no problem even if he saw him in the future.

-19L-: I have no grudge against you, why do you want to stab me? I spit out a mouthful of blood.

-20L-: But this explanation is so reasonable... It turns out that it’s not that they don’t want to sew the thread, it’s that they simply can’t get the raw materials.

-21L-: After both of us left, my friends were still able to stab me! For a moment, I didn't know whether Belu was more miserable or Xiaoman, who would eventually meet this guy, was more miserable.

-22L-: Well, well, a world without happiness is born.

But I'm forcing you to give a thumbs up to the kids. His previous actions (committing crimes) were clearly revenge for the harm done to the Abandoned. When you put them together with the little fox's behavior of taking action when someone belittled the Abandoned, they are actually in the same vein. Let's take a closer look!

Does this prove that the little fox's soul has an influence on him not only on his face, but also on his behavioral tendencies? ! !

Then thinking about how he had taken away the pink-haired sister's body before she emerged from the darkness, and had also deliberately provoked the temple to divert everyone's focus from assassinating the city lord, he had indeed protected the little wolf cub!

Wuwuwu, although it is not so powerful or special, but even after death, even if only the soul is left, will the consciousness still care about Xiaoman? I really believe it!

-23L-: Okay, I believe it too. At least now I can be cured a little bit by this hypothesis...

-24L-: To meet you with the eyes of the person who loves you the most and the face of the person you will never forget, damn, a kind of careful dressing up of the outer surface of a person! I took a deep breath when I thought of this.

-25L-: Take a sip of cool skin.

-26L-: Take a sip of the fried pancake with spicy noodles.

-27L-:? What's in the pancake? I asked you what? (Angry)

-28L-: It's actually a bit funny to hear the 22nd and 24th floors mentioned like that. It's outrageous.

-29L-: After all, his arrows towards Xiaoman were too obvious. The more I looked back at the beginning, the more I felt that he meant it. Before he even formed his intention, he was already mumbling to Xiaoman like a devil, saying things like "We are both aliens squeezed by the mud and sand under the denial of the world", "It's good that you don't like him (Chen Xing was shot)", "I have the same goal as you", "I need your attention like a drowning man needs air"...

It's too much. No matter what the picture is, the cub is the most special among him, and this can't be washed away at all.

-30L-: It's pretty straight-up boy comic style that the big boss values ​​the protagonist. I just smiled saccharinely when I thought that the pink-haired girl's corpse might one day become a tool for others to do trouble.

-31L-: Yes, things change over time...but the pink-haired sister's head is still in the hands of the little wolf cub. It is generally recognized in our CP group that this is a kind of reverse Salome. I'm so addicted to it.

-32L-: Yes, I can eat anything! Eating everything will only help me maintain a balanced diet.

-33L-: Is anything really possible? A new character who secretly invests in a new character × a person who wakes up from the dust and pokes his head out to take a breath. It’s the best when a love rival (?) becomes a lover. Hehe.

…

Yuan Qian glanced at the adjutant who had come to the comic world wearing the skin of No. 5 and was happily cutting French fries by himself in the kitchen of the businessman's mansion.

"I'm going to tell you something, don't be angry."

"Um?"

Yuan Qian tried to say it as tactfully as possible. After all, the adjutant only had the young lady in his heart, so he still had to respect her personal wishes. If he felt it was not okay, he would try his best to avoid suspicion in the future.

"That's all you called me here for."

Although Number Five looks like a monster, he still has the personality of a teammate when he is not participating in the plot, so his expression and tone are particularly incongruous with this look.

But he just held the sharp kitchen knife and said to Yuan Qian, who was now awake in a shell, nonchalantly:

"It's no wonder that I'm earning emotional points. And since the idea has already been generated, it can't be killed... Even if 'I' want to kill 'you', they will only be more excited, believe it or not? So let it go."

"..." Yuan Qian thought of the readers who insisted on standing firm on the pairing of Xiaoman and Elliott, felt it was very possible, and ate the fried French fries silently.

Unfortunately, as a small fragment of the Star God that became a spirit, No. 4 looks like a living being, but its essence is far from that. Although it can taste some of the food, it cannot undergo a series of digestion to become energy.

After all, the Star God and the nutrients he can absorb are...

"You keep emphasizing evil thoughts to me. What does that mean?"

On the day when the painting was completed, in a secluded corner of the exhibition hall, Xiaoman took Chen Xing's cigarette stick and looked straight into his eyes.

Through the merchant's disguise, the pair of red eyes behind the mask were calm and peaceful.

"I've already told you, this is what crushed the Father of Starlight. Come, follow me. Let me tell you slowly."

Xiaoman walked behind him, seemingly admiring the paintings on both sides of the corridor and on the ceiling, but his lowered sleeves concealed his slightly bent knuckles, ready to perform any spell at any time.

Chen Xing took out a palm-length brass key from the tent and opened a door.

They walked into the spotless warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse is older than the rest of the building, at least thirty or forty years old. It is square without any dead corners and not very large in area.

There was only one item inside: a picture frame covered with cloth that was almost as big as the wall.

Chen Xing raised his hand, grabbed a corner of the fabric and pulled it down.

A second ago, Xiaoman was still wondering why there was no anti-theft spells installed in this place. He just looked up casually and suddenly -

—Colliding with a tiny portion of the true form of that immense being.

She took a step back, her vision went dark for a while, and she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

But at the same time as the dizziness, or perhaps even earlier than that, the intention to kill came into the mind.

A strong murderous intent surged up without any reason.

The slight impulse that I had felt when I first saw the appearance of Dust Awakening was nothing compared to this. Xiaoman's fists were clenched so tightly that they turned white, veins popped out, and even the joints of his shoulders and knees made slight popping sounds, and his side showed his muscles that were unconsciously tensed to the extreme.

"It seems that you have understood part of it." Dust Awakening and the Star God have the same origin, so of course they don't have such instincts like the Incomplete Ones.

He simply said, "I drew this picture after I became conscious, to prevent myself from being greedy and forgetting what my father looks like."

"It's okay, please destroy it. You'll have to kill a real one someday."

The next moment, blazing flames burst out violently as promised, narrowly passing by Chen Xing and leaving a wide scorch mark running from top to bottom on the painting.

Chen Xing watched the portrait of the Star God being destroyed without blinking.

Although the flames generated from the caster's hands were immediately extinguished according to the will of the owner, the entire painting was completely destroyed, with only a few patterns remaining in two facing corners.

Xiaoman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at Chen Xing without saying a word.

"Very good, you acted decisively. Do you want to use me to test the knife next?" Chen Xing took off his mask and hood and asked with a smile.

"Who are you?" Xiao Man asked in a hoarse voice.

"Me? Of course I am a part of my father... Forty years ago a meteor fell, my father became a little weaker, and I became myself."

"Much of the tragedy in this world comes from one thing: He was sick."

"The cause of the disease is the creatures that He loves. It comes from the evil thoughts of all creatures."

Chen Xing pointed at the cigarette that Xiao Man was holding. Xiao Man lifted it up, but could not find any real tobacco fragments or ashes.

"For tens of thousands of years, the Father has been feeding on the emotions of living beings. In the past, that made Him stronger, but later, evil thoughts accumulated and everything changed."

"He was merciful and could not let go of the living beings, so he became heavier and heavier, closer and closer to death."

"I am small enough that I can freely choose what emotions to eat. However, even if I am eating evil thoughts for Him, it is only a small part. In fact, it has almost no effect. But this is all I can do."

Chen Xing said this, took back the cigarette stick with his own hands, and took out a piece of so-called evil thoughts that he could eat.

As the truth was revealed, the strange golden smoke rose again, drawn into the entrance by a fragment of the Star God. Without the silver mask covering it, the haggard look on Chen Xing's face was obviously more severe.

Now it seemed as if it would lose its beautiful pink, purple and bright red colors at any moment, turn into gray, and soon wilt and die.

Fortunately, he did this often, and soon recovered his seemingly normal state and continued:

"The dragons had no right to kill him. The temple could not restore him to health. The royal family and nobles were obsessed with building a hierarchy on his flesh and blood, constantly increasing his burden."

"So He created you...you. A weapon with the power to kill Him. An executioner appointed by our Father."

"Now is the last time in the foreseeable future when He will be killed. The world will continue only if the Father dies and the world is torn from Him, like fruit from a dry branch."

"Until then—"

"Would you like to fulfill your own wish first? I think He can probably hold on for a while. It would be even better if you are willing to take me with you."

Xiaoman, who had remained calm when she learned that she had a mission that was so bizarre and completely unimaginable, now finally showed a subtle expression that clearly said "Why should I bring you along" and seemed a little disgusted when the topic suddenly turned.

"But I'm very rich." Chen Xing emphasized.

"Then, hand over the money." Xiaoman finally found something she was good at from the vague and unrealistic grand fateful story. The chain condensed from light elements took shape in an instant. She quietly accelerated and approached, allowing the chain to block Chen Xing in the small space with his back against the wall.

She was always serious and quiet, so Chen Xing almost couldn't figure out whether the protagonist was trying to scare him with a tit-for-tat prank or if she really wanted to rob the rich and help the poor.

...A week has passed since that day. As the remnants of the burnt canvas were swept away by the manager, Xiaoman seemed to have forgotten that experience and went back and forth in the streets of Dinos, the art city with a reputation as crystal among the Seven Cities, as usual.

She still didn't come to visit the merchant's house at all, which allowed the adjutant to move around there without worrying about acting as No. 5.

"Has the comic not been updated yet?" From Yuan Qian's perspective, the comic only released one updated chapter after No. 4 and Xiaoman met, and there has been no news since then.

Logically, the entire plot of Xiaoman coming to the City of Art should have been updated, but the forums he browsed were all at the point where the next update had not been released.

[No.] The comic world only appears for two hours a day, and No. 5, who had completed his goal of causing trouble, borrowed the kitchen to fry some fries and took one away before going offline. Now he is communicating with Yuan Qian through a system network cable that is separated from the world.

[How come it’s time to update after your revelation… I’ll add the author and ask.]

"?" Yuan Qian was shocked when he heard this and tried to hold him back, "Are you leaving now? We agreed that we are both introverts..."

[We demons never think twice before doing anything, including capturing D-00t9 and disassembling it to find out what the system is.]

"…" So if anything went wrong at that time, I would be thrown into another world to die! Yuan Qian was so frightened that he choked on his French fries and couldn't speak.

[I'm back. The assistant told me that the author is resting. When he was almost done drawing, the electrical wires burned out, and the computer case BOOM——]

[——That’s it. So I had a slight concussion, so I’m postponing it. Postponing it. Although I told you at the time that we could jump to the release date after the plot was complete, the author’s suspension of progress does not count… I mean, if she wants to give up indefinitely, everything will stop, and I will have no choice but to send you back.]

"...At least it's good that the person is fine. So why do we, I mean me, Pink Star and Star God, all seem to have bad luck?"

Yuan Qian was both worried and confused. If he could keep updating so much, the comics author must still be very young and in good health. Not to mention such a big star god, any of them would be stronger than him who was born with heart disease and other problems. But at this moment, not a single one of them was alive and kicking. It was really strange. They were obviously very powerful creatures.

"How would I know? Do you think I'm a lucky person? Last time, everyone got a chance to win a prize in the forum, but I didn't participate." The adjutant said resentfully.

“…I’m sorry.” Yuan Qian thought that although the other party would not suddenly explode while frying French fries, he did perform a wonderful skill of “saying that if the number is greater than 60, you will be rewarded to go find Xiaoman to play, and then throwing 20 six-sided dice in a row with the total of the results being less than 30”, so he believed deeply and felt sympathy for him.