Chapter 62: Whisper of the God of Love (Part Two)
“Eluka, have you been tainted by the evil god?” An trembled with questioning.
The so-called evil god is the source of most disorder and distortion in this world, a symbol of corruption and destruction, much like a shadow under the sunlight. Although it remains silent on the surface and rarely appears in the eyes of ordinary people, it constantly clings to the world beyond, coveting all the beauty of this world.
Just like a glutton, craving for a feast woven with blood and desire.
Therefore, as long as they catch a glimpse of the thread of corruption, they will spread their tentacles regardless of consequences, corroding everything they see and hear.
This is why the evil gods are often so generous to the extreme, as they can gain power from them with just blood and flesh.
The fewer chips you have to exchange for power, the higher the cost.
As the cost accumulates and reaches a point you cannot afford, all you possess will become playthings in the hands of the evil gods.
There’s always a reason behind every gift.
“Evil gods?”
Facing An’s question, Eluka showed a hint of displeasure.
“Master, how could you speak ill of the divine beings like that? They’ve been so good to me. In order to fulfill my wish of loving everyone, they generously granted me the power to make it come true!”
“Did… you not pay any chips?” An’s breath once again caught in his throat.
If you gain power without paying any chips, what will you have to return when the evil gods come to collect their debt? Your own soul?
“Hey, Master, you still haven’t answered my question.”
Eluka smiled and reached out her hand, opening her arms as if to embrace her beloved master before her.
“Will you… accept my love?” she asked.
Silence, a silence as thick as blood.
Eluka didn’t speak, waiting for An’s response, and the entire room became so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
An lowered his eyelids, habitually clasping his hands in front of his abdomen. But from her fingers, which were already clenched white, he could faintly discern the turmoil in her heart at this moment.
She was hesitating, or rather, contemplating something.
It felt like an eternity had passed.
Until Eluka’s face showed a hint of impatience, An suddenly lifted his foot, stepping through the blood, towards Eluka.
“Have you agreed, Master?” he asked.
Eluka’s face lit up with a happy smile. She was like a butterfly rushing towards a flower, eagerly reaching out to An.
“Let’s be together forever, Master. I will always, always… love you—”
The joyful whisper abruptly halted.
A flicker of confusion passed through Eluka’s eyes, then she stiffly lowered her head.
The cold blade was tightly gripped in An’s hand.
And then—
It pierced Eluka’s heart with precision.
An’s hand was still trembling, but she forced herself to exert force, to keep exerting force, even fiercely stirring the blade.
Until she completely crushed the source of life, that pulsating heart.
“Cough… Why… Master?” Eluka coughed up bloody viscera, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
“Are you… unwilling to accept my love?”
“I’m sorry…” An lifted her head, her usually strong demeanor now tinged with redness around her eyes.
“I’m sorry… Eluka, I can’t let you hurt more people.”
“Cough… What are you talking about, Master?” Eluka tilted her head, puzzled. “I haven’t hurt anyone.
I’ve only… given them my love. I love them, Master, what’s wrong with that?”
“Shut up—”
An suddenly erupted in anger, shouting, “That’s not love at all!”
“Not love? Then what is it? This is clearly love, claiming everything of the one you love as your own. This is what you taught me, Master!” Eluka’s eyes widened as she stepped closer to An, forcing her to retreat.
The destruction of her heart seemed to have no effect on her.
As she spat out flesh and blood, she looked at An with the innocence of a child, curious as she asked, “If that’s not love, then tell me, Master, what is true love?”
“Tell me, Master, aren’t you my master?”
“What is love, what is it, and how can I give you true love?”
“I…” An’s lips trembled, but she couldn’t say anything.
What is love?
Is love truly about possession?
This was once her unwavering belief.
But now, facing Eluka again, she couldn’t even muster the courage to speak again.
Clang.
As An’s footsteps halted from hitting a cold step, her body inadvertently collided with it, finding herself backed into a corner.
“Ah…” Suddenly, something caught An’s skirt.
An subconsciously turned her head, then saw it.
Lying on the iron bed, a girl with her abdomen torn open reached out with a withered hand, clutching An’s dress. She cried while saying, “I love you…”
So passionate… yet so chilling.
“No… this isn’t right.”
This isn’t right.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t love.
This absolutely isn’t love.
The love I know should never be this grotesque.
There must be a mistake somewhere, there must be!
An gritted her teeth, roughly pulling away the hand, and retreated to the side in a somewhat disheveled state.
“Master, don’t run away.”
Eluka suddenly pounced, moving with agility that didn’t match that of a mere magician.
She tackled An to the ground, pressing her down tightly, her cute face now showing a strange crimson hue.
“Please answer my question.” Her open shirt revealed the dark face writhing and contorting, casting resentful glances at An.
Simultaneously, she kept calling out:
“I love you…”
“I love you…”
“I love you…”
“Stop saying that…”
An struggled with all her might, trying to break free from Eluka. But those calls containing “love” were like maggots on bones, impossible to shake off no matter how hard she tried, tearing at her sanity like insects.
“I love you…”
“Please… stop saying that.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
“Stop saying that…”
“I love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you… I love you, Master.”
“Shut up!”
An closed her eyes in agony. Almost instinctively, a sharp blade materialized in her hand.
Slash.
Slash again.
The sound of flesh being cut rang out incessantly, hot blood splattered, mingling with the already cold and foul-smelling liquid on the ground.
The pressure on her body suddenly lightened.
“Ha… ha…”
An opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling splattered with blood. Despite barely moving, she gasped for air as if she had just survived a life-and-death battle.
“Sorry…”
An got up and bowed apologetically to the fragmented Eluka.
“I had to do this.”
Even though her heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, the pain was unbearable.
Even though her soul was almost engulfed by intense guilt, making it hard to breathe.
But the remaining shreds of her sanity told An that she had to kill Eluka.
Allowing the contamination of the evil god to spread further would only lead to more terrifying consequences.
“I’ll make sure to cremate you properly, and bury you with your loved ones.”
An staggered towards the door, intending to head to the kitchen to find something to ignite the fire.
“Oh, I know!”
But just as she took a few steps forward, she heard a sudden realization from behind.
Her heart stopped.
“What…?”
An’s teeth chattered as she slowly turned around.
Then she saw—
Eluka, with only her head remaining, as if she had just realized something, revealed an incredibly joyful expression.
She said:
“I understand now, this is also Master’s love, isn’t it?”
Hmm will she now realise
SO MCis fortunately escaped