Chapter 18 It’s hard! I slacked off too much today, but why did I use it all...
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Unlike Odysseus's dream, the CD player's magic does not make people feel connected, but he is a soul, so when he uses magic, I naturally feel what he is thinking.
It is a memory, a past.
Mermaids are a kind of peaceful creatures, although they have mastered extraordinary illusion techniques.
Mermaids have a characteristic: they like to surface and sing during storms and sunny days.
Yes, just like what is said in every fairy tale. For those who can see this scene, it is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful picture, and therefore it brings death upon them.
Many ships headed for the coast where the mermaids appeared. Some ships lost control and sailors fell into the sea. Some were deceived by the mermaids and committed suicide, while others successfully captured the mermaids and brought them to the shore.
These creatures have excellent magical talents and fragile bodies, and are completely vulnerable to humans' capture at all costs.
Especially those mermaid cubs, humans would pick them up from the sea as soon as they were born and sell them to rich people with special hobbies and nobles who like rare treasures.
The CD player is one of them.
He grew up among humans. Slaves were treated as playthings, mermaids could not return to the sea, and were forced to wear collars and sing loudly on the stage, becoming the object of everyone's wanton evaluation and abuse.
For safety reasons, he could never take off the anti-magic collar to prevent threats to the owner. But for magical creatures, magic elements are as important as air.
Therefore, many companions weakened or even died in the process. But this was not important to the nobles, who could go find more interesting and perfect playthings.
The CD player was born with an excellent talent for illusion, and therefore was more sensitive to magical elements. This also made him the object of his master's show-off, which made him even more miserable.
The fire burned fiercely in the mermaid's heart, and it never stopped from the moment of his death. It was the memory that the mermaid hated the most.
Being humiliated, tortured, killed, and treated like disgusting livestock.
It was just that his master heard that there was a new underground banquet recently, called mermaid sashimi.
Hate! Hate! Hate! Endless hatred consumed the mermaid, causing him to choose to fight to the death.
The gorgeous tablecloth was stained with blood, and the beautiful tail swung up and fell like a dying swan. The violent magic storm swept everyone into it, killing each other in the illusion, and only the blue-haired mermaid sat in the sea of blood and smiled.
This was the first time he had returned to the ocean since he was born. Blood splashed on his face, blending with the blood coughed up by the mermaid, making it wet and sticky.
Then death descended like darkness. Everything around him became dim, and the roaring magical elements stimulated his nerves, wanting to tear this fragile body apart completely.
It was also at this time that the black robe fell into his hair.
The invisible silk was as smooth as flowing water. The mermaid opened her eyes hazily and met the silent pupils like the sea in the shadows.
Before that, the mermaid had never seen the sea.
But if one day I fell into the deep sea, it would probably be like this. Silence and lightlessness, the black tide engulfing everything. Silence stretched out its huge branches, swallowing up every inch of space.
The long black hair hanging down from the hood was like wet seaweed rising from the deep sea, gently touching his arm. The pale chin exposed from the black cloth became the only distinct thing in his vision.
"Do you have a god you believe in? After you die, you can enter his kingdom."
"Belief……?"
The merman couldn't help laughing. His laughter grew louder and louder, mixed with intermittent coughing of blood and hatred. Even so, the blue-haired merman still laughed heartbreakingly.
When he was alive, he prayed to the gods countless times, but no one was willing to lend him a hand. After his death, they let him rest in some kingdom of God.
What about the pain he suffered? What about the resentment he left behind? What about all that he endured?
There are two things in this world that will burn your heart for generations until your body turns into firewood and nothing exists anymore. The rest of your life and soul will be sucked into them, crushed and torn apart.
One is called love, the other is called hate.
The black-haired god said calmly: "If you don't have any faith, I will take you away and you will sink forever in the long river."
"Then let me fall forever."
the mermaid answered without hesitation, her voice hoarse and stubborn.
"I will curse those gods forever in the deepest part of the long river. I will hate them forever in my heart. I will never bow my head to any god. I will only use my power to avenge fate!"
Then the gods laughed.
It was a smile without any meaning, like a flower that quietly bloomed and then withered in the middle of the night, withered when people found it. There was nothing to prove that it had ever bloomed, only a faint fragrance remained.
"I understand. You are very lucky. My kingdom of God is very lonely. There are flowers and rivers, but there is no bird to sing for me. And I just don't like incomplete things."
He reached out and took out the soul of the mermaid, which was a shattered scale. Black river water flowed out from the void, surrounded the god, and bowed to him.
The huge waves were surging, and the mermaid stared at the scene in a daze, and couldn't help but feel that the other person was more suitable for living in the water than herself.
He threw his broken soul into the water. A mermaid emerged from it, her long dark blue hair and tail sparkling. The black-haired god picked a flower from the riverbank and crushed its petals.
The bright red flower juice dripped down the god's pale fingertips. The mermaid tilted her face up and let it drip into her pupils.
Then, his blue eyes were soaked with flower juice. He stared at the other person without blinking, as if he had firmly memorized the blurry face in his memory.
Everything in the world is red.
Only the other party is pure black and white.
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I was sweating a lot when I captured this memory, the teacher said. Everyone has a period of Chuunibyou. The only problem is that mine may be longer than others.
After all, I am the God of Death! Such a high-sounding and cool-sounding priesthood would certainly make people have similar thoughts.
Fortunately, the CD player didn't seem to have any problem with this. He naturally shared this memory with me and made adjustments based on his memory.
When I looked at myself in the water, I found that I looked exactly like he remembered me.
In other words, this is my real face.
I have to say the craftsmanship of the CD player is really good. I silently gave him a thumbs up, and he hummed softly, implicitly accepting my praise.
Then let Kazhu take care of the rest. I turned around and walked towards the building with a heroic spirit. The nearby tomb just happened to provide me with raw materials.
In the face of death, all are equal.
Since the day all living beings were born, I have turned upside down the hourglass of life for them, and now it is simply time to reap the harvest.
The black sickle quietly appeared in my hand, along with various negative buffs. I ignored these things for the time being and walked into the building silently.
The chaotic lines were cut off by the sickle, followed by dull sounds of people falling to the ground one after another.
The merman followed me closely. The dark followers immediately panicked. They wanted to send a signal, but before they could do so, their bodies fell limply. There was no harm, only death roaring.
At the same time, the building was being stripped of its time. All that was left was the wailing of the collapse. The walls seemed to have been weathered by time and were mottled.
Next, I had to return to my original appearance. I snapped my fingers, and the disguise on my body disappeared. I returned to my original blond and blue-eyed appearance.
Compared to before, this body is like rotting fruit.
There is no other way. Even if it is a divine body, it will be affected by divine power. It is just a matter of time. I can only reduce the use of divine power to slow down the speed.
The CD player can be put back now. I was just about to tell him about this when I turned around and saw the mermaid staring at the person who seemed to be sleeping on the ground. I wonder what she was thinking.
"What are you looking at?"
The mermaid looked away and replied calmly: "I was just thinking how fragile these lives are."
I looked at him strangely and asked, "Isn't life just like this?"
Just like the dust on your fingertips can be easily brushed away, just like weeds can grow anywhere. Life and death change withering and flourishing, and even the strongest people will bow down before time and death.
The mermaid opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just bowed.
"That's a very good answer from you. Since you no longer need my help, I won't be in your way any longer.
Looking at the soul disappearing on the spot, every detail of the other party's past hundred years flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
The souls of this age have more worries than each other. I won't have to provide them with psychological counseling when I return, will I? The thought of this really makes me feel a little uneasy.
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No matter how I think about it, I still have to do what needs to be done. The believers outside have been dealt with. According to my memory, I quickly found where the Knight Commander was.
When he saw me, he opened his mouth to speak, but his hasty movement affected his wound, and he began to cough non-stop. Even at this time, he still insisted on reminding me: "Don't come over, you will dirty your clothes."
Until this moment, his mind was still full of other people. What a good person he must be. I was really touched and assured him that it was okay.
The knight's expression became even more guilty. Although he was covered in blood, he still insisted, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you and put you in this situation."
This situation? What situation?
I was sweating profusely, and I wanted to go back and ask the cheap believers what was going on. What secrets do you have?
Why can't you just tell me directly and let me hear it, instead of embarrassing me who has no idea about it?
"This isn't your fault. Let's get out of here. More people will be here soon."
"There are still many people here. Let's rescue them together. They can confuse the Dark Believers."
Since the Knight Commander said so, I certainly have no objection. After all, I was the boss before he came out, and he became the boss after I called him out.
Most of the people imprisoned in the cages were professionals from the Lord of Light's camp and some ordinary people.
They were either captured like the Knight Commander or used as materials. I didn't think much of them, and they were very grateful to me until I opened the door to the person who spit at me.
His face was red and swollen, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. If I appeared in front of him as a god, and he treated me like that before, then he should be beaten up by the bearded man and his gang in my kingdom of God.
But I was just a vest now, so I rescued him calmly.
All of these people were wearing magic-suppressing collars, so I took them off. Various powers bloomed in the small cell, and when they ran angrily to find trouble with the guards, they found that these dark believers were already dead.
The prisoners present frowned, realizing that this matter was not simple. They wanted to check the body, but I stopped them.
"Let's get going, others will be here soon."
The Knight Commander glanced at me and nodded in agreement with my idea.
"That's right. It's more important to leave here first. No matter how they died, they are no longer a threat to us now."
Thank you, Knight Commander. You have been of great help to me.
Since the boss said so, the rest of the people stopped talking and supported each other as they left.
Along the way, all the dark believers had their eyes closed, lying or leaning as if they were sleeping, their faces were peaceful and calm, but they were not breathing.
The faces of the people who escaped became more and more solemn. Fortunately, my followers died out a long time ago, so I am not afraid of them contacting me.
After leaving the temple, looking at the tombstone-like building, I waved my hand and took out a fire starter.
This was the spoils taken from the Dark Followers earlier, and it was just right for destroying the bodies.
As an excellent master of death, I had already completed the important task of looting the bodies when I dealt with these people.
As for how to destroy this building, of course I asked my right-hand man, Mr. CD Player, who has already left, for help in advance.
After the last person left, I threw the tinder on the gate. The monster fat applied on the gate burst into flames, and the flames spread in all directions, burning everything clean with great fanfare.
The building, which had long been soaked in death, could not withstand such waste, and the huge sound of collapse came like a tsunami.
The smoke billowed up into the sky, like a giant beast extending its black claws in all directions, and we stood in the distance and watched the collapse quietly. This was undoubtedly the best audience seat for the performance.
The Knight Commander let out a silent breath and looked at me with a smile: "Let's go home."
I nodded obediently. Since the boss has said so, the rest of the things should be easy.
I hope so from the bottom of my heart.
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