The full moon on the screen was already dyed red. A holy but eerie music played in the theater. The holy father who was bitten was unsteady and struggled to stand up straight. He was starting to feel the intense hunger. He searched around desperately and devoured the communion bread, but he hardly stomached a few before vomiting it all back up. The usually mum holy father intermittently groaned in pain and eventually, the torment was indescribable with any kind of words. He rolled on the ground in agony. He struggled to kneel before God. He prayed for salvation, but none came.
Finally, his face was deathly pale, his body was drenched in sweat, and he collapsed wretchedly on the floor. The sinister red moon shining on him was like a delicate veil.
The vampire came.
He was graceful, enchanting, a monster indistinguishable from an immortal.
Crossing his arms, from high-above, he spectated the holy father writhing and twitching on the floor and mocked, “Beloved, revered Father, you are in such pain, but why hasn’t your God to come save you?”
His feet planted by the holy father’s side, and he looked down, eyes wide open, admiring his throes, “Right now, your vision is a blur, your teeth are itching, your stomach cries out, your blood is boiling, and your flesh is in agony. It must be extremely painful.”
He gently lifted the holy father’s neck and brought him closer, “Your merciless God won’t save you, but I can satisfy your hunger and I can let you be reborn—That’s right, I’ve already bitten you. If you also bite me and drink my blood, you’ll complete the embrace and you’ll receive eternal life, just like me. Father, do you smell it, my scent.”
He pulled the holy father into his arms.
The holy father was like a beast, inhaling his scent.
His expression was pure bliss, but after a brief moment, he started resisting again and fell to the floor.
Having smelled the mouthwatering fragrance, the holy father was more tormented than before.
But even so, he used the last of his reasons to refuse the devil’s temptation, “You can stop trying in vain…I’d rather die, but I won’t…drink…a livestock’s blood.”
“Really?”
The vampire sneered.
Saying this, he bit his own wrist.
Then he lazily raised his hand.
The audience saw with clarity how the blood flowed from his wrist and dripped onto the holy father’s forehead, cheeks, and lips.
They knew the blood was a prop, and was fake.
However, they were still shocked.
It was too realistic.
The holy father desperately longed for the blood.
He yearned for it so much his face was red.
He crazily wiped away the blood on his face.
Longing.
Suffering.
Struggling.
Until the sun started to rise.
The vampire felt the light and took a step back in pain.
Meanwhile, the holy father finally regained clarity.
He laboriously crawled towards the sacred lake.
Act 2, “Gluttony”, end.
Following after, act 3 “Trust”, act 4 “Glory”, and the “Final act” were successfully performed.
Shen Muhan successively played the innocent youth, the wealthy prince, and the determined and reliable knight, all of these characters the devil in different skins, all for the sake of luring the holy father into the depths of hell. The audience practically suspected Shen Muhan of having split personalities; the unruly and evil vampire tempted the holy father using hunger, the naive and innocent youth tricked the holy father out of his trust, the arrogant and self-centered prince used power and riches to entice the holy father, the knight was loyal and gentle, his appearance was like a hero, and he slew the devil, saving the holy father from the inferno. Four characters, all acted by him with the same face, yet they were distinctly different.
And the holy father played by Song Yao also shocked them. At first they were merely astonished by the holy father’s appearance, but they discovered that he played the role of the holy father skillfully. At first he was abstinent and untouched by mortal dust and when he fought against the devil, his bravery and tenacity was extremely moving. His near fall from grace was when he was closest to a common man, and the desire flitting through his eyes was utterly fascinating. In the end, when he finally escaped the devil, his smile was bright and dazzling like the most beautiful thing in the world.
At the end of the play, the knight held the holy father’s hand as they headed towards the prosperous city. This indicated the holy father leaving the church and entering the mortal world.
Optimistic viewers would think this was a happy ending where good triumphed evil. The holy father who almost fell into depravity saved himself through his own strength.
But there were also many viewers who thought the knight was just one of the devil’s many identities. The devil used his scheme to completely obtain the holy father’s trust, and so, in the end, the holy father thoroughly fell from grace. It was a complete fall, just like how a delicate flower in the garden was unaware it had already been plucked.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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[YaoYaoIsMine: I just finished watching. I spoke too damn soon before…”Depravity” will definitely get first place.]
[Vampire: I’m not cultured enough for my description to do justice, but the script, dance, and actors are too fucking awesone. This doggy feels like my soul has evolved.]
[Reiko: It seems like they only practiced this show for 3 months? I really didn’t expect high schoolers to perform at this level. HanHan’s future is bright.]
[WhosePerfumeScent: My biggest shock was Song Yao. He looks like that and he acts well, is he an already debuted actor? How come I’ve never seen him before?]
[AhAhAh: The scariest thing is, Song Yao was recruited last minute and he only practiced for a week. Not to mention how busy 2nd year high schoolers are.]
[HisLightYears: We saw him last time!!! Wuwuwu, he’s super good-looking in real life and he’s also very nice when chatting with us! You guys might not know, but he’s really close with Hanhan. Hanhan was afraid he was cold and gave him his jacket. You have no idea, everyone there was enthusiastically shipping them…they’re shipping them even more crazily after today…]
[HisLightYears: Oh, and I forgot to say, Song Yao is Song919, the great master, omg omg!]
[Prophet: No, really, I’m really going crazy, so Song919 is Song Yao, and he’s Hanhan’s classmate and friend. I said so last time, there’s real feelings in his drawings, I don’t believe they are only friends!]
[Baby: Fam, starting writing, I can’t wait, wuwuwu…]
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Shen Muhan hung his head and looked at him in confusion, “Ah Yao, what’s wrong? Ren…who’s that?”
Song Yao’s patience was running thin, “Ren Ximing, I don’t want to put on this show with you, just tell me the truth, are you this world’s God? What are you trying to aim at?”
Song Yao wasn’t a fool, the moment he discovered his brother’s existence, he reexamined the entire matter of his transmigration.
Firstly, the location where he transmigrated was his brother’s room. Ren Ximing was a coding genius and he personally saw the countless garbled codes flowing out of his computer. Additionally, the system told him in the beginning that he was a special guest and that the world had an owner whose identity he needed to figure out by himself. Furthermore, Shen Muhan resembled Ren Ximing but didn’t have Ren Ximing’s memory, and from when they started the play, Ren Ximing was in Shen Muhan’s body.
Then the conclusion was:
This world was possibly codes written by Ren Ximing, Ren Ximing was the god, Shen Muhan was his fragment, he could freely control Shen Muhan and enter Shen Muhan’s consciousness. No, since he was the god, he could enter any character’s consciousness.
The confused Shen Muhan, no, it was Ren Ximing, suddenly smiled.
He smiled so arrogantly and insanely, yet his voice was sweet and soft, “Ah, as expected of brother, I was discovered by you so quickly.”
The sweeter his voice was, the creepier it felt. He was no different from a venomous spider, using threads that smelled of sweet fruits to gently bind his prey.
“Answer me.” Song Yao’s voice was below freezing.
“What do I want to do?” Ren Ximing muttered, sounding a little confused.
“…”
“When I was 18, on December 3rd that night, I told you exactly what I wanted to do. Unfortunately, you always ignored me, you always thought I was joking, and you always treated me as an useless child. I’m really so sad.”
“What did you tell me?”
Ren Ximing showed a sly smile and tilted his head childishly, “Guess.”
After saying this, Ren Ximing’s body trembled slightly and the cunningness in his eyes disappeared, leaving behind confusion and haze. Sweat appeared on his face and his body was slightly hot, “What happened, did I make you angry?”
It was then Song Yao knew Ren Ximing had already left and the one standing before him was Shen Muhan.
“The performance was a great success.” Song Yao released him and said.
“Yeah, actually, I can’t believe it. On stage, my head was dizzy like I was drunk. I was worried I would forget my lines but as I performed one act after the next…everything went incredibly smooth.”
“Did you feel any different than usual?”
“I felt a kind of hard to control excitement and a sense of familiarity. I can’t really describe it. What happened just now? You were suddenly grabbing my collar and looked really angry.”
It seemed like when Ren Ximing entered the protagonist’s body, the protagonist could feel Ren Ximing’s consciousness and mistakened Ren Ximing’s excitement as his own. The protagonist will also selectively forget everything Ren Ximing say.
Song Yao: “The act with the vampire, we were supposed to fake it but you really bit me. Shouldn’t I be angry?”
Shen Muhan was taken aback for a moment, and instantly, his cheeks and ears reddened.
He remained silent for a long time before saying, “I-I also don’t know why, but all of a sudden, I really wanted to bite you…if you’re upset…”
He walked towards Song Yao and compliantly offered his neck, “You can also bite me, how about that?”
He looked very obedient, but his wolf tail already showed itself.
Song Yao sneered, “You think too beautifully.”
At this moment, the favorability value quietly rose to 63%.
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While getting out of his costume, Song Yao continued thinking about the important points from what Ren Ximing said. When he was 18, which was two years ago, on December 3rd that day, he said something…Song Yao was speechless, who would remember!
He summoned the hamster to answer a few questions.
[Song Yao: Hamster, I’ve met a problem. Is it possible to check a certain point in my memory?]
[Hamster: It’s over 60% now and you just received another chance to draw cards. Maybe you can draw a memory point.]
[Song Yap: Then draw.]
He drew a R card with a key on it.
[Follow the spider web and venture into the fogged past. With this key, you can open the door to your memory. The host with this card can say a time and the card will take you to the past. Reminder: The card can take you to the past, but you must find the way back yourself. Hint, make God happy.]
Song Yao quirked his brow. He really got what he needed. It was also like this before. He could always draw a card at the right moment and even their functions seemed to be set beforehand.
Since Ren Ximing was God, perhaps he purposely lowered the difficulty level to encourage him to pursue Shen Muhan. Even this memory point was probably something he wanted him to see.
Then, on December 3rd, what exactly happened?
When he told the card the date, everything around him changed.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to two years ago. He stood in his family’s living room like a spectator and saw him from two years ago sitting on the sofa, doing work. His fingers typed across his laptop and he’d take a phone call from time to time. Ren Ximing was sitting not far away, he kept looking at his big brother and kept on waiting. 18 year old him hadn’t dyed his hair or gotten any tattoos yet and looked young and innocent.
Ah, Song Yao remembered now, the company met with a bit of trouble back then and he was busy dealing with it. And his younger brother kept stammering how he had something to give him, so he told him to wait. One moment he in a meeting, then he was taking a call, and he totally forgot about Ren Ximing.
After a long time, “Song Yao” lifted his coffee and took a sip. Ren Ximing saw his expression relax a bit, so he sent the thing over. “Song Yao” pressed accept.
He opened it and saw a chibi doll with black hair, white skin, and gold pupils. Wasn’t this a chibi of his younger brother? The chibi doll looked as if it was really alive, it waved at “Song Yao”, its ahoge even swayed, and it could blink and breathe.
Ren Ximing was excited, “Brother, try talking to him.”
“Song Yao”: “Mingming?”
The miniature doll broke out into a grin, its eyes curving, looking extremely cute, “Bro~ther~, you called?”
“Song Yao” found it novel, “He can understand me?”
Ren Ximing, “Yes, I entered the things you would often say into his programming.”
Little chibi: “Of course I understand~” After speaking he even did a little twirl.
“Song Yao”: “Did you finish your homework today?”
Little chibi: “I finished, do you want to check?”
“Song Yao”: “What animal do you like?”
Little chibi: “I like cute animals, like rabbits, cats, and hamsters.”
Ren Ximing reminded rather nervously, “You can ask him who he likes.”
“Song Yao”: “Who do you like?”
The chibi’s face reddened: “I like brother.”
“Song Yao” mood was rather good, “I like you too.”
However, the chibi stubbornly said, “My like is the type of like between boyfriends and girlfriends. I want to be with brother forever!”
“Song Yao”’s forehead twitched, “This chibi talks strangely. Mingming, are you playing with me on purpose?”
Ren Ximing’s cheeks were red, his body was slightly shaking, and he didn’t dare to look directly at “Song Yao”, only replying in a small voice, “If those words were true, if I really like you, would you accept it?”
“Song Yao” laughed, “What kind of joke is this, I’m your brother, your family!”
“T-there’s no blood relation!”
“Song Yao” didn’t take his words seriously at all, “Is this the type of pranks popular among you kids these days? I don’t fall for it. Mingming, play by yourself first, I still have a meeting to attend.”
“Song Yao” said this and was already connected to XX conference.
Ren Ximing’s chest heaved violently and he shut off “Song Yao”’s laptop.
The vein on “Song Yao”’s forehead bulged, as if he was going to lose his temper.
Ren Ximing stood in front of him, looked at him with his light colored pupils, and as if he were God, his every word and sentence turning a curse and prophecy, “Right now, you may disregard my confession, but that’s fine. Two years later, you will be dragged into a world where I am the center. You will return to this moment and receive my confession again. The feelings that you’ve cast aside and treated as a joke, after two years, will be your priceless treasure. Brother, you will desire me.”
After saying this, Ren Ximing returned to his room and locked the door.
Song Yao watched as the him from two years reopened the laptop and entered the meeting room. He was late by several minutes, so he told everyone the cat in his family accidentally closed his laptop.
Back then, he truly didn’t take Ren Ximing’s words seriously. Ren Ximing in the middle of puberty was often nonsensical, saying crazy and chunni things and Song Yao usually brushed them off. At that time, he was even secretly laughing inside his head, thinking Ren Ximing must’ve read too many comics and went crazy and he should tell him to read less of these garbage in the future and study harder instead.
Of course, now, Song Yao’s feelings were beyond complicated.
So it meant, Ren Ximing spent god knows how long and created a programmed world. He became the owner of the programmed world and invited him to capture the three protagonists that were modeled after him. And in reality, he was hoping he would pursue him and fall in love with him?
But they were brothers and they were the same sex. How was he supposed to love him?
Wasn’t it absurd?!
[The hamster reminded: Host, you have to rely on yourself to go back. Hint: Make God happy.]
Song Yao walked into Ren Ximing’s room. It was simply too messy, if he weren’t a digital body right now, it would be hard for him to move. Ren Ximing was sitting on the bed, his head buried while hugging his legs and on the bed were heaps of books taller than a person such as “The Predictive Mind”, “The Master Algorithm”, “Black Technology”, and “Hyper-dimensional World”…countless notebooks scattered on the floor and the walls were densely packed with complicated designs, compositions and notes.
Song Yao was a little taken aback. Just how long did Ren Ximing spend and how much effort did he put in…two years, three years, five years? When did he start planning this? As an ordinary person, being able to create a hyper-realistic and complete digital world was nothing short of a miracle.
Ren Ximing’s shoulders were trembling; he was crying quietly.
Ren Ximing often cried when he was little, crying loudly with no inhibition. 18 years later, he rarely cried.
Song Yao knew this was Mingming from the past, but he was still at a loss and reached out to stroke his hair.
And he actually touched it. It was soft, like a cat’s fur.
He heard Ren Ximing say while crying, “I spent half a year creating the Mingming doll, all for confessing today…I thought brother would at least…recognize my feelings…but in the end…wuwuwu…”
“…”
Ren Ximing used his hand to messily wipe away his tears, but his face was a mess, like a cat that nearly drowned, and he looked utterly pitiful, “I said something crazy again…but I don’t know if it can succeed…creating…my world…I don’t know…how many obstacles…how many accidents there will be…what if I don’t make it in time…what if before I invite him…he already…fell in love with someone else…I…”
At this moment, Song Yao’s nose was extremely sour.
Whether it was from pity, from the love of an elder to a child, or because of other kinds of feelings, he was unsure. However, he knew, at his moment, his heart was faintly aching.
He forgot about his past anger, disdain, and aversion and there was only shock left in his heart—Ren Ximing’s overly extreme feelings were scary and perverted, but it was pure and dazzling. He sacrificed his youth and sacrificed countless days and nights; he was like the nightingale written by Oscar Wilde, dedicating everything for a fresh rose.
He sat before his younger brother and reached out to hug him.
His younger brother’s body slightly stiffened. He could feel the hug, but he was unable to see the person’s appearance clearly, “Who are you?”
Song Yao gently stroked his hair, “Mingming, you succeeded.” You successfully created a digital world where you are God.
When he said this sentence, Ren Ximing’s eyes lit up.
“You, you’re…brother from 2 years later?”
“Yes.” Song Yao replied.
Tears fell from his younger brother’s eyes like beads from a broken string.
And he was smiling, his smile was pure and dazzling, “That’s great.”
[Hamster: Congratulations, host, for completing the mission. You’ll be returning from the past back to the present.]
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
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He’s sooo pitiful 😭 although a bit psychopathic but WHO CARES!! I WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM.
TYSMM FOR THE CH 🎄
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Tysm for the ch ♡