Chapter 117#

The Saint of the Fallen Evil God (End)#

“My God…”

Curled up in the god’s arms, the white-haired youth’s eyes were tightly closed, and his burned body wouldn’t stop bleeding. But even in a state of serious injury and near death, the expression on his face was one of complete joy and satisfaction.

“You are finally willing to respond to me,” he coughed heart-wrenchingly twice, speaking to the Evil God in an almost imperceptible voice, “I thought…”

“Thought what?” After burning all the nobles present into dross with a single fire, the towering rage in the Evil God’s heart still couldn’t be calmed. “You almost died!”

Thinking of the scene at that time, even the Evil God couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear—just a little bit more, and even he wouldn’t have been able to save Lin Xiaodong from being completely incinerated by the Holy Fire.

Looking at the smile on the Saint’s lips, the god only felt a chest full of rage with nowhere to vent, but besides anger, there was more heartache and helplessness.

He knew that the youth’s extreme actions were only to see him. The Evil God originally thought that obsession would dissipate with time, so over the years, he consciously ignored Lin Xiaodong’s daily life. Even though he heard countless calls, he never responded once.

Gradually, the frequency of the youth’s prayers to him also began to decline, from once a day before, to once every two or three days, then to once a week… Beneath the abyss, the Evil God closed his eyes, silently accompanying the darkness, just as he had for thousands of years.

But who would have thought that with just one lapse of attention, Lin Xiaodong would pull such a big stunt!

The Evil God held the person in his arms tightly and returned to the abyss. Looking at the hideous wounds on the youth’s wings pierced by nails, he suddenly felt some regret; he should have just burned down the Light Cathedral just now.

His fingers brushed over the location of the wounds. Under the nourishment of the rich dark power, the wounds soon began to heal. The youth, who was originally in a semi-comatose state, gradually regained consciousness. His slightly curled white eyelashes trembled as they lifted, and those beautiful obsidian-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the Evil God who was healing him. Under the calm surface, there seemed to be a thousand words he wanted to say.

“No matter what you want to say, shut up now,” the Evil God said coldly in a tone that was almost rude. “I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”

He was clearly angered by Lin Xiaodong. The heartache on the god’s face from when the youth hadn’t recovered earlier vanished in a blink, replaced by suppressed rage and a stiff tone.

“Yes, my God.”

The white-haired youth pursed his lips and smiled, nesting in the god’s arms as obediently as a little lamb just out of the pen.

It was this kind of attitude that made the Evil God almost love and hate him.

“It seems I was too indulgent with you before,” he felt a sense of frustration like punching cotton, but the Evil God had already made up his mind to give Lin Xiaodong a lesson this time. Therefore, he forced himself to ignore the youth’s submissive appearance and continued with a cold face, “I spoiled you so much that you don’t know what rules are. Your body was molded by my divine power; it doesn’t belong to yourself, understand?”

“…I understand.”

The Evil God sneered and suddenly opened his palm, loosely cupping the Saint’s neck.

Black liquid quickly gathered in his palm. Half of it turned into a collar, tightly fastened around the white-haired youth’s slender neck; the other half wrapped around his clear eyes, instantly blocking out the only remaining trace of light.

“No, you don’t understand,” the Evil God tugged at the long chain in his hand, forcing the still-weak Saint to lift his head and kneel on the ground, leaning toward him. “So, from now on, I will take away all your freedom, and…”

He extended his finger and pressed it neither lightly nor heavily onto the youth’s eyeballs.

Feeling the vibration from his fingertips and the youth’s rapid breathing due to nervousness, the god chuckled in a low voice: “Now you know fear?”

“—Unfortunately, it’s too late.”

The black liquid, under the Evil God’s control, continuously stimulated the delicate skin around the Saint’s eyes. The white-haired youth bit his lower lip, letting out intermittent low moans from his throat. He felt as if he were being parasitized by some all-pervasive object; they were devouring his eyeballs, and even greedily wanting to go deeper…

A drop of physiological tear slowly slid down his cheek. The endless darkness amplified the body’s senses. This pain was only a drizzle compared to the previous judgment, but the psychological pressure far exceeded it by a thousandfold.

Finally, the Saint couldn’t hold on anymore.

He shivered and leaned into the god’s arms, sobbing softly, his hands fumbling around helplessly. But the Evil God deliberately let go of the chain in his hand and stepped back a few steps, letting the youth stumble around looking for him, even almost tripping over the skeletons all over the ground.

Only then did the Evil God mercifully appear behind him.

“I am here.”

The Saint suddenly turned around and threw himself into his arms. It wasn’t until he touched the Evil God’s face that he quieted down slightly.

With a face full of messy tear stains, the white-haired youth held up the Evil God’s face and tremblingly kissed the other’s cold, thin lips.

“I beg you,” he choked out, “Don’t leave me behind…”

The Evil God held him and sat back on the divine throne, letting the little lamb in his arms use all sorts of clumsy methods to show favor. It had to be said that he was indeed pleased.

But on his lips, he still asked indifferently: “Now you know you were wrong? Do you still dare to burn yourself with fire next time?”

Seeing the Saint nod and then shake his head, he reached out his large hand and rewardingly stroked the white-haired youth’s soft cheek. His wrist was immediately grabbed by the other party, who held it tightly with both hands and pressed it against his own chest with attachment.

The Evil God wanted to laugh a bit, but also couldn’t help sighing: “You can’t leave me for a single moment like this. How can I be at ease handing the divine position over to you?”

Gods will fall, but the divine position can be passed down from generation to generation. While healing Lin Xiaodong, he had already made up his mind that after he died, he would give the divine position to the youth.

From the looks of these years on the continent, after becoming a god, he might be able to do better than himself.

He thought Lin Xiaodong would refuse and was still worried about how to persuade him. But to his surprise, after hearing these words, the white-haired youth was silent for a moment but did not raise any objections.

“Why don’t you object?” the Evil God asked curiously.

He didn’t think Lin Xiaodong really wanted to become a god.

Because I must get the God Core, Lin Xiaodong thought. But on the surface, he just lowered his eyes and said: “Because, if I cannot save you, I only hope that someone in this world will still remember your existence.”

The Evil God was momentarily speechless.

After a while, he sighed softly: “You…”

A dense tingling sensation came from his quiet chest. The Evil God vaguely remembered that people called this feeling “being moved.”

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly leaned back on the divine throne and waved his hand.

Countless white bones beneath their feet floated into the air with divine power, making bone-chilling creaking sounds as they were squeezed and reshaped. Besides that, there was also the deafening sound of the foundation being cast, like thunder.

But except for the first sound that made the Saint’s body tremble slightly, from beginning to end, he just leaned in the god’s arms, his posture quiet and submissive.

After everything settled, the Evil God removed the covering from the other’s eyes and stood up holding the white-haired youth.

Lin Xiaodong blinked, momentarily unable to open his eyes because of the overly bright light.

Wait, how could there be bright light in the abyss?

He narrowed his eyes and looked forward. As far as the eye could see, a huge, cold, and magnificent Bone Temple stood before him. The Gothic spires pierced the clouds, following the pale stairs all the way up. At the very top was a huge divine throne—except, it was for two people.

“I cannot give you sunlight and dew, nor the joy of the mortal world,” the Evil God whispered in his ear. “But, I can give you everything I have.”

The white-haired youth turned his head, hugged the black-robed god’s neck, and revealed a shallow smile.

“That’s enough,” he said.

Beneath the abyss, there is no concept of time.

Lin Xiaodong didn’t remember how much time they had spent together here. Perhaps it was a few days, perhaps a few months, a few years… but to be honest, he didn’t have any trouble adapting to such a repetitive and monotonous life.

Because of an oversight, his conversation with the system was caught by the Evil God. Out of necessity, Lin Xiaodong could only fabricate a story about how they loved each other in their previous lives but were forced to separate for various reasons, so he created the system to help them continue their relationship in this life. Although the Evil God’s expression at the time was somewhat suspicious, at least he didn’t delve further, and it barely counted as passing.

But the system being exposed wasn’t without benefits—since then, Lin Xiaodong could finally nestle on the divine throne and watch his Spongebob Squarepants openly.

Because there was nothing else in the abyss but a lot of territory, they also kept many strangely shaped “pets” in the temple, such as undead horses with six hooves, man-eating rabbits with red eyes as tall as a person, mayfly spirits that looked like hairtail fish but liked to eat children’s brains, and so on.

Although each of these, if placed on the continent, could make the Light Church wail and suffer heavy casualties, in front of the Evil God, they all became well-behaved babies who didn’t dare to breathe a single word.

Even if Lin Xiaodong tried to pluck their fur to weave a blanket, they could only let out a few sorrowful low growls and look at the god who summoned them with resentful eyes.

Of course, the Evil God basically acted as if he didn’t see it.

His recent pleasure was to secretly plant the Source of Darkness into the youth while Lin Xiaodong was asleep. The principle was similar to the previous “Holy Spirit,” but this thing could be absorbed by the youth’s demigod body, bringing him only benefits and no harm.

The only downside… ahem, probably was that before it was completely digested, there would be a certain fetal movement reaction?

The Evil God loved the way the youth pleaded for mercy in bed after being tossed around inside and out. Unfortunately, it usually only lasted for a very short time. After being caught a few times, Lin Xiaodong refused to play this kind of play ever again, even disobediently locking the supreme and only true god of this world out of the door, not letting him in for several days—however, the supreme true god also knew he was in the wrong, so he could only rub his nose and go to the divine throne to make do for a night, while thinking about how to persuade the youth to accept such body modification next time.

The time spent with Lin Xiaodong was so happy that he almost forgot that his God Core was still in the process of constant collapse.

But the Evil God didn’t take this to heart either. He had lived long enough. Being able to meet his little follower before his fall was already a gift to him from the Laws of the world.

“Xiaodong,” when another Judgment Day arrived, the Evil God, who suddenly sensed some kind of deadline in the darkness, opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and gently woke the white-haired youth sleeping beside him, “Wake up.”

“Mmm… what’s wrong?”

Lin Xiaodong had been tossed around for too long last night. Even his wings didn’t have time to be retracted from exhaustion, hanging listlessly behind him, and black feathers were scattered all over the bed.

But the Evil God’s next words immediately woke him up: “My time is up.”

“What?” He scrambled up, his expression a bit helpless and a bit dazed. “How can it be so fast…”

He bit his lower lip and suddenly looked at the god’s smiling eyes and asked: “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” the Evil God took him into his arms, his large hand slowly stroking the youth’s back. He knew Lin Xiaodong liked him doing this very much. “It’s just like… being sleepy and about to fall asleep.”

Under his comfort, Lin Xiaodong also gradually quieted down.

The youth buried his head on the tall god’s shoulder and took several deep breaths. Under the other’s encouraging gaze, his hands trembling, he removed the dark red God Core that was already covered with fine cracks from his chest.

The moment the God Core left his body, the Evil God’s body shook violently.

But soon, he relaxed. Looking at his little follower in his arms with red eyes, he lowered his head and kissed his lips one last time. This kiss was not gentle, but rather very rough. A faint smell of blood filled their lips and tongues. The slight pain made Lin Xiaodong couldn’t help but frown, but he was not at all willing to retreat. Instead, he tilted his head and met the other’s attack somewhat laboriously.

The Evil God had always appeared very calm and had a very good level of acceptance of the fact that he was about to fall. He even frequently played dead to joke with him, which many times made Lin Xiaodong’s heart stop in anger, until finally he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him.

It wasn’t until the actual parting arrived that he realized that even gods would be reluctant.

“Remember me.” The Evil God’s voice, along with his figure, gradually dissipated into the darkness. “I have… your system…”

The last sentence, Lin Xiaodong did not hear clearly.

He sat blankly on the bed, looking at the empty bedding, knowing that this time was different from before.

No matter how much he messed with himself, even if he was really burned to dust by the Holy Fire, cursed or sought after by ten thousand people in the world, no one would come to save him again.

There would never be another person who would tease him with the worst tone on one hand, but on the other hand, embrace him with the gentlest movements.

The youth lowered his head and quietly looked at the dark red crystal in his hand.

“…System, let’s go.”