Outdoor, the preparations for the wedding have entered the final stage.
Looking out from Xu Yintang’s room window, you could see the lawn wedding scene perfectly arranged—red carpet, champagne tower, floral arch… Textbook romantic elements were all there. Xiao Qing and the others folded candy boxes for half a day, stacking them into small mountains. Inside were butterflies carefully crafted by Third Flora, definitely not meant for ordinary people to taste.
One of the ingredients was the gem-like brilliance from the depths of the nest, with effects equivalent to a potent mix of happiness potion, energizer, and hallucinogen. Taking a bite would induce a state of ecstatic joy close to temporary madness.
However, if consumed by someone lacking in willpower, they would be lured by the light in the water, sinking deeper into the abyss of greed, until their own demise.
So it’s no wonder Zhou Quan kept her distance, showing self-awareness. She happily ate the chocolates from the candy box, even though she knew better.
Xu Yintang personally chose the style of chocolates. The taste was similar to the first bite of chocolate he had in ‘Night of the Birth of the Gods,’ to some extent, that lump of deformed sweetness opened up a new world of happiness for him, and he was happy to share this joy with his other self.
There was even an entire chocolate cake in his lounge.
“…Seems not very nutritious,” he said, tilting his head slightly, his fingertips brushing over the cake in front of him. The cake sizzled and smoked as if corroded, and sweet chocolate layers bubbled up, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of black charcoal on the plate.
“What?” Xu Yintang asked.
He imitated Xu Yintang’s action, blinking his eyes, with smoke drifting around him, and poked the black charcoal in the plate. “Very delicious.”
This fleeting pleasure elicited a tremendous response among his children, regardless of what they were doing—killing, eating, hibernating, or mating, they all received the same signal.
Sweet… Mother likes it…
In the darkness, faint footsteps echoed like an army of ants pouring out, while crawling, flying, and twisting bodies continuously changed shapes, weird to the point of being strange itself.
To offer the sweetest… the sweetest sacrifice…
Moans, cries of despair, and prayers reverberated in a place so distant that even the gods couldn’t hear.
Xu Yintang didn’t know what mischief his little ones were up to. The commotion in the nest hadn’t even touched the edge of his consciousness, or perhaps this chaotic despair was the norm in his nest.
Second Treasure snuggled closer to his mother’s embrace, scratching his round head with his short claws, the nightmare brought fear and a love for the neighbor’s children, not knowing which was stronger.
At this moment, it couldn’t help but feel both scared and grateful. The nightmare in the dream added new terrifying material.
Second Treasure was always the cleverest one, so it recognized who “Mother” was, who looked exactly like Mom but smelled different. It also quickly realized that if Mom’s thoughts changed even a bit, even if Mom still loved them, being so submissive that even the soul was crushed by fear and worship, “children” would be their future.
That “Mother,” with compassion and love, seemed like an endless muddy ocean, with no trace of breathable oxygen inside.
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Just like his children also say He “resembles Mom,” unlike some idiot in His nest, who gets confused by His and Xu Yintang’s relationship.
“Hush—It’s okay,” Xu Yintang hugged Casey Cat, pressing down its fierce cat fist posture, and also stopped the split-second charge of Shi Yuebai. He stroked the back of Shi Yuebai’s neck, “He means no harm, he is…”
Combining with the actual situation, he organized the appropriate words, “He’s… here to see?”
If he guessed right, the first encounter was probably when Fourth Joy was conceived. His soul was pushed to the fork in destiny to an extent beyond limit, countless possibilities about the future gathered at once. They raised their glasses, talked about their world, about everything about his future.
It’s strange, it’s divine.
It’s human, and also undead.
“No… you’re not there,” Xu Yintang shook his head, denying his own speculation again, “If you were there, they wouldn’t exist.”
His existence is so vast, appearing in the midst of destiny, rendering all other possibilities null and void.
“Yes, I’m not there.” He showed a slight expression of satisfaction, “You’re there, and that’s how I sense you.”
A “Xu Yintang” emitting light at the dark crossroads of destiny, even if that light is so dim that he can’t even illuminate himself, it’s still bright enough to attract His attention.
So He appeared here—just as Xu Yintang said, He’s here “to see,” not knowing there would be a wedding, a capture plan, and a murderer full of evil today, randomly selecting the most pleasing passerby as an entry into this world.
“Am I special?” Xu Yintang asked with certainty, then without waiting for His answer, asked again, “Where do I start?”
He looked at Shi Yuebai, “Him.”
Shi Yuebai quickly controlled himself after seeing the situation inside the room, although he still maintained a vigilant posture with his fur raised, ready to confront the evil god at any time, he restrained the urge to rush and fight the evil god to the end.
The evil god’s PTSD is a shared condition among players. When you look up and see a smoky evil god with your fiancé’s face standing in your fiancé’s room, instantly Shi Yuebai hears the sound of his own nerves breaking and his sanity collapsing.
Even now, he couldn’t control his boiling blood—his fur, whiskers, protruding lips, sharp teeth, and cracking, transforming bones, under the sinister red moonlight, were about to discard all humanity, dominated by beastliness and madness.
Xu Yintang couldn’t help but reach out and touch the sharp canine teeth protruding from his lips, then rubbed his soft fur cheek, and asked again, “Him?”
He seemed to be considering how to explain. He hadn’t explained anything for a long time until Xu Yintang finished eating a piece of chocolate cake and shared a glass of cold cola with Him, then He slowly said, “Do you remember when he first came to the hospital, he was beaten too hard and had a fever all the time?”
—He seemed to remember every detail of their time together with Shi Yuebai vividly.
Xu Yintang loosened his grip, feeling a sudden wave of apprehension. His gaze wandered, struggling to recall whether Shi Yuebai had ever had a fever. Among the children with bruised faces, it was difficult to determine which one was Shi Yuebai.
The one with the nosebleed?
Or the one who lost a tooth?
Definitely not the one with the broken leg, but possibly the one with the broken arm.
Xu Yintang remained silent for no more than a second before fully realizing he had completely forgotten about this matter. “Such agony lasted… in your time, 13 days, 6 hours, 27 seconds.”
“Then he begged me to let him be released.”
Undoubtedly, “release” here was synonymous with death.
“I didn’t!” Shi Yuebai vehemently denied.
Xu Yintang rubbed his tail perfunctorily.
“Right, you didn’t.” He pointed to Xu Yingtang, “Because he took care of you more gently than I did, comforting you, sleeping with you at night when you were scared of mice. That’s when you begged him.”
His childhood memories were fragmented, but it didn’t stop him from speculating how he “cared for” the children his mother brought home. “Usually, I’d tell you to cry one more time, and I’d stuff a mouse into your pants.”
It’s imaginable that Shi Yuebai was so desperate that he almost jumped off the building by himself, but he didn’t have the courage to ask Xu Yintang for help to be released.
Dragging on, he managed to survive.
Shi Yuebai opened his mouth, attempting to argue more fiercely, as his dreams didn’t depict it this way, but it was clear that neither Xu Yintang nor He were prepared to play along with him.
“I think he is very pitiful, they…everything is pitiful.” He lowered his eyes, with a strange compassion on his face that had all expressions gone, “But you don’t think so.”
“You just feel troublesome.”
It takes effort to kill the person and then bury them in the garden. For a child, this is an unusually huge amount of work. Afterwards, he has to be disturbed by the soul that cannot be freed from sleep, and endures the torture of the mother who is even more crazy after being stimulated by the child’s corpse. The pain of double sharing, until the next child is brought back by the mother.
Again and again.
From Shi Yuebai to every child brought home, to every life in the hospital, to every life in the world.
In his confused world, slaughter and relief are equivalent.
In addition, he was pulled into the game without Shi Yuebai and the rules were broken, and he and Xu Yintang miraculously obtained the power of the birth of Daeis through different paths…
Xu Yintang had no doubt that in his nest, this process was still repeating infinitely, birthing boundless joy and hope from infinite death, using his attempt on Daeis as a template for reasonable speculation…
“You swallowed the entire Sea of Void.”
Bestowing all-encompassing relief upon the evil god symbolizing chaos, disorder, and despair, the other himself was truly a good person, no, a good god.
Unlike Xu Yintang, he didn’t have that kind of great, pathological tendency for self-flagellation, at most confusing pain and pleasure to please himself.
In this light, he was indeed a selfish villain.
The corners of his lips curved up with a mysterious arc, “Just a part of it. The Sea of Void won’t disappear. Your desire keeps drawing you closer to it, and the day you truly arrive, you’ll understand.”
That’s why He tirelessly crossed the boundaries of fate, wanting to see for himself what the other, completely opposite version of himself would look like.
Author’s Note –
Mother Xu Yingtang’s two main branches actually extend from childhood, and what he confuses is killing with relief, and pain with pleasure, in other words, whether the mental fissure is external or internal.
In the “If Storyline” Mother Xu Yingtang belongs to the type that confuses killing and relief, it extends to a pathological distortion of intense compassion and desire to save, feeling that everything in existence is pitiful and painful, deeply yearning for release. In his soul, he craves compassion, which can even extend to include love for evil gods and monsters (of course, including Mom and everyone/non-human in the hospital).
[“I grant you release, I grant you relief, I grant you eternal peace and hope.”]
On the other hand, Mother Xu Yingtang belongs to the type that confuses internal pain and pleasure, which extends to a strong desire to please and satisfy oneself. Consequently, it’s difficult to generate too much emotional feedback to external stimuli, and he won’t judge or adhere to the emotional boundaries and basic social norms of ordinary people. His own happiness is more important than anything else, and he must obtain what he desires.
[“Obey me, please me, worship me without asking for anything in return.”]
Although in terms of behavior, Mother Xu Yingtang actually seems more like the side of goodness and order, lol.
This was confusing but I think I got most of it. So the alternate Mother Xu killed his Moon Sacrifice (SYB) and everything he came across… That must have been lonely, especially since the little ones were basically crushed into submissive puppets.
Ooo how twisted. I like our current Sugar Daddy. hope SYB doesnt freak out too much💜
It’s tough for my brain after 3 lectures, but I hope I figure it out later
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Okay I get it now!!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
that info was too much for me mushy brain