Chapter 92
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Chapter 92: Swearing in the Name of God, Embracing Death
After many years, a certain savior once again experienced the “evil” within human nature.
Chu Yuanqing sat by the bed, her face turning red, feeling dizzy.
With the debuff of a broken soul already occupying brain capacity, the lesbian incident in front of her caused the CPU to overheat.
What’s crucial is that Tang Liuli’s prank, due to some “accidents”, unexpectedly completed a higher level of magic restoration process than the previous one.
The witch’s senses suddenly revived, and her body’s sensitivity increased drastically, becoming stronger, energized, and wild.
The unfamiliar and vast magical power soaked into every delicate inch of her skin like warm water, slowly melting into her limbs, surging through her internal organs, bringing a warm and comforting sensation.
However, this was not the end. The magic spread into the edges of her soul for the first time, causing incredibly strange chemical reactions, like a chain reaction nuclear explosion, endlessly spreading, with shining brilliance rippling out.
––Boom, boom, boom.
The curse of the Sea of Truth brought pain every moment for 17 years. Only with blessings could one live a normal life.
Somehow, in the few breaths stolen by Chu Yuanqing’s first kiss, the magical mechanism and chemical reaction in her soul reduced the unbearable pain of the curse by 50%.
The complete reduction of 50% of the pain was like a journey from hell to heaven for Chu Yuanqing, who had been in endless torment. She felt a newfound ease and happiness in just a few breaths.
In an instant, the intense pleasure and happiness almost overwhelmed Chu Yuanqing like a storm, almost shattering her indomitable willpower.
Despite her resilience and lack of fear of death, after enduring 17 years of torment, suddenly getting a chance to catch her breath, Chu Yuanqing couldn’t help but relax and lose herself.
Chu Yuanqing’s thoughts came to a halt, her clear golden eyes misted over. She instinctively licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste, allowing the magical mechanism deep in her soul to take an extra breath, showing a satisfied and dreamy expression.
However, her rationality returned almost instantly.
Chu Yuanqing’s pupils trembled, a sense of shame roaring like a tsunami, spreading throughout her body. She felt so hot, how could she actually look like she was enjoying being tricked out of her first kiss by Liuli Cat?
No, no, no, isn’t this already crossing the line into a crime?!
Chu Yuanqing didn’t feel like she lost out or was taken advantage of, she just felt guilty, uneasy, and troubled in her conscience.
In her mind, the whole situation made sense like this:
She caused Tang Liuli to suffer from PTSD, almost having a mental breakdown, becoming fragile and sensitive, making the other person see her as a source of support.
Because of this, Tang Liuli let her guard down, opening up a place filled with nostalgic memories from their childhood, but Chu Yuanqing didn’t handle the situation well, causing the already unloved person to transfer most of their emotions towards her.
The other person’s emotions got out of control, leading to the prank.
Chu Yuanqing had been a magical girl for such a short time, less than a month even. Her mindset hadn’t fully adapted, feeling ashamed and wondering if she took advantage of the situation.
Without the extra boosts she gave her, the usually timid and socially anxious Little Liuli wouldn’t have had the courage to do such a thing!
But scarier than this was the very abstract magic replenishing mechanism.
They only shared a kiss, not even touching tongues, so how did it release so much magic, and how did they shield themselves from half of the curse’s pain?
Chu Yuanqing felt embarrassed and confused, thinking that she might not be able to solve this world-class puzzle without extraordinary wisdom.
As the girl pondered more, she felt like giving up. Her usually serious and cold little face began to blush, her fair skin turning a coral pink. The divine golden eyes shimmered, reminiscent of the fallen Jesus, giving a contrast of divine and earthly impurities.
At this moment, she looked like a silly girl, continuously patting her cheeks with her hands. She appeared soft and dizzy, looking cute and easy to be taken advantage of.
Tang Liuli watched this scene, her fingertips on her lips slipping away. The mist in her eyes grew thicker, and she felt something was not right with her. Perhaps, since the flashback of her mother’s suicide flashed through her mind, she seemed to have a touch of madness.
Whether it’s the unusual brain circuits that strike with a single blow, or the bold thoughts that follow desires, or even connecting all these to an astonishing execution that defies social anxiety.
These transformations were undoubtedly due to the mental split personality boost that Tang Liuli’s mother sent before her death, which she had always suppressed until Chu Yuanqing opened this Pandora’s box.
On the other hand, the current Tang Liuli was empathizing with her talents, gulping down Yuanqing brand fine wine, making her lose her mind as her rationality evaporated and desires amplified.
To put it more directly, that is…
This child is behaving very badly.
In this situation, Chu Yuanqing’s attractiveness keeps increasing, especially with her cute actions, causing a tingling sensation down the spine, becoming the final push towards darkness.
If we say that impulsive actions made up 40%, liking made up 50%, and desire made up 10% in that spur-of-the-moment prank.
Now, desire completely takes over, even breaking open the gift of implanted desires by the mother’s soul, containing possessiveness, control, destruction, and even the most sickening and terrifying pursuit of art and madness.
Coincidentally, Chu Yuanqing meets all requirements, she doesn’t need any extra embellishments, she is already Tang Liuli’s highest muse in her heart, the perfect art, the most revered deity.
So, to possess her, control her, enjoy her, destroy her…
Tang Liuli’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. She felt nauseous and sick, even wanting to vomit, as if someone inside her was resisting disgust, saying it shouldn’t be like this.
But in a trance, memories flashed back, a burning castle at dusk, like an inverted crucifix hanging upside down with blood rushing to the head, the mother dead from burst blood vessels, smiling towards this direction.
Emotions not belonging to her swirled wildly, drowning out and consuming the true voice deep within her heart.
The girl’s green eyes lost focus, her furrowed brow smoothed out, and she put on a cute and innocent smile like a mechanical doll, giving off a strange feeling of wearing a mask. She asked, tilting her head:
“Little Qing, do you like being kissed?”
Just as Chu Yuanqing was about to argue that she didn’t, Tang Liuli took off her light shawl, leaving Chu Yuanqing speechless.
The child went upstairs to take a bath in the bathroom, where the significance of the shawl was no different from pajamas. After taking it off, only a revealing pure white lace undergarment remained.
This active idol trainee, bathed in the daylight outside the window, had fair and healthy skin, exquisite youthful curves like a beautiful Greek sculpture, and pure and clear green eyes. She exuded an indescribable beauty as a whole.
Tang Liuli stood tall with her back straight, radiating the charm that belonged to her body freely, different from her usual social anxiety. Her attitude was exceptionally candid, as if she was alone in the room feeling hot and deciding to take off her clothes to take a bath.
Everything seemed completely normal.
Chu Yuanqing’s eyes were puzzled, starting to doubt if all girls interacted in this way due to Tang Liuli’s natural behavior.
And this hesitation broke when Tang Liuli hooked her fingers on the hem of her dress.
No, it will be a big problem if we don’t take action soon.
Chu Yuanqing quickly grabbed the person’s wrist and turned away to avoid seeing any criminal scenes. She said in a calm voice:
“Liuli, are you feeling hot? If the air conditioning in the room is broken, we can go downstairs for a while without taking off our clothes.”
Tang Liuli turned her head and found herself holding Chu Yuanqing’s hand that was reaching out. She pulled her closer and fell onto the soft bed.
The girl’s body bounced with the mattress, her long legs swinging as she looked at Chu Yuanqing lying on top of her. With innocent eyes, she said:
“I’m not hot, I just want to learn something better with Little Qing than before.”
“Little Qing doesn’t want me to continue, does he like wearing dresses?”
Chu Yuanqing was greatly surprised, wondering what it meant to like wearing dresses.
No, this child is becoming more and more strange.
Chu Yuanqing is used to blaming herself.
Well, this time her blame was quite justified.
If it weren’t for her goddess-like beauty and the personality charm of spreading many virtues, Tang Liuli, no matter how abnormal she was, her previous pranks were at the limit and would not have collapsed to this extent.
Chu Yuanqing did not mean to indulge, not to mention she did not want to commit a crime and did not have any bias towards Tang Liuli. According to the current situation, even if she satisfied the other party, her personality would only deteriorate further.
She said seriously:
“Liuli, we are trainees, we have strict rules and obligations to follow.”
Tang Liuli thought for a moment and replied:
“But in the rules of the program group and the definition of fans, even if we debut as a group in the future, there is no rule against being like this with teammates. It’s more like everyone enjoys seeing the lily transaction, it’s completely welcomed within the team.”
Being like this with teammates? Enjoying seeing the lily transaction? Fans accepting team interaction?
What a mess of things! Has the internet become so strange these days?
Chu Yuanqing was shocked and at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to argue against these twisted ideas. She decided to get serious and simply use physical means to knock this child back to their fearful state of monsters in the closet.
Unfortunately,
Tang Liuli acted more decisively, taking the first step by grabbing Chu Yuanqing’s slender waist, flipping her over and pinning her down.
Chu Yuanqing felt a little panicked. She just realized that after her recent outburst, she was now physically weak and powerless. It would be a miracle if she could knock the other person awake physically without getting beaten up while pinned to the bed.
Oh no, is she going to commit a crime passively today?
Tang Liuli’s expression was vacant as she looked at that flawless face. The budding palpitations in her heart suddenly turned into throbbing pain.
The girl once again heard the voice in her heart, feeling strong disdain, hatred, and disgust towards herself, all rushing to her mind. She seemed to be pleading, yelling, crying in pain, telling herself not to become like that mad person, not to become like her mother.
Chu Yuanqing’s flawless white hair gradually spread on the bed like ink. Her clear golden pupils were so sacred, clean, and tempting to dirty them. Her cherry blossom-like soft and tender lips were refreshing and fragrant to kiss, like sipping fine white tea.
What a beautiful scene!
If she continues to explore and removes unnecessary obstacles, her inner beauty, which is more pure, will definitely bring a better experience than before.
But strangely, now the confusing, controlled by her mother, desires, dark emotions, puppet-like “Tang Liuli” understood something.
That is, as long as she continues, the clear-headed version of herself will choose suicide.
The real Tang Liuli is foolish yet timid, stubborn yet kind.
The person Tang Liuli despises the most isn’t her mother, but the possibility of becoming her mother.
What she fears most isn’t her mother’s death, but the prospect of hurting others in the same way her mother did.
Tang Liuli clings to life to prove that she won’t end up like that.
Once she reaches her breaking point, however, she sees no purpose in continuing to live. Death becomes the only possible resolution.
But… does it really matter?
What drives Tang Liuli now is a powerful inner yearning for self-destruction.
Chu Yuanqing, sensing something was wrong, dismissed any thoughts of physical harm and grew increasingly concerned:
“Liuli, wait, just listen.”
“Tang Liuli” remained silent, offering only an empty smile, as if she were prepared to embrace death. She descended softly, like a feather, leaning forward…
Meanwhile, in Zhelong Town’s antique record store, nostalgic tunes filled the air. They ranged from soothing melodies to lively heavy metal and dramatic opera, stirring the soul.
“Mama, I just killed a man”
“Put a gun against his head”
“Pulled my trigger now he’s dead”
“Mama, life had just begun”
“But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away”
Drawn by the music, Chu Wang Shu paused outside the record store. Lost in thought, she checked her WeChat balance and considered her budget before quietly speaking to herself:
“I remember there’s a record player at home, Dad… I think he might enjoy these, right?”
Upon further reflection, she realized that for years, she hadn’t known her father’s tastes.
Since childhood, Chu Yuanying had lived for her. He had no personal life of his own, working tirelessly to support her, often losing jobs or resigning to be with her. His rare moments of rest were tinged with sacrifice.
He never indulged in vices like smoking or drinking. He was always disciplined, reserved, and strong, holding himself upright even as time robbed him of his warmth, leaving behind a cold, numb shell. Yet, he never allowed his burdens to affect her.
Chu Wang Shu bit her lip and adjusted her skirt.
She had a meeting in an hour and decided to head back to change into more formal clothes.
Children at her age often want to appear more mature in their parents’ eyes, especially those from single-parent homes.
She regretted not being more considerate of her father, realizing how she had watched him transition from a vibrant young man into someone distant and lifeless over the years.
Even now, despite his flaws, she recognized the need for patience in their communication.
I wonder if Dad’s been working too hard lately?
Absorbed in thought, Chu Wang Shu stepped into the record store. As the song played on the record player, a melancholy cry filled the air, deepening her already somber mood.
——Bismillah.
This prayer from Islam, translated as “In the name of Allah,” echoed in her mind.
With newfound resolve, she quietly recited “Bismillah” in her heart, promising herself that she wouldn’t be upset with her father today, nor would she sulk.
Five minutes later, with a confident step, the girl exited with a gift bag. She had chosen “Nights in the Garden of Spain,” a piece blending piano and orchestra, infused with both Impressionist and romantic styles.
She believed that by gifting it to her father and encouraging him to listen to more such music, he would slowly discover life’s hidden beauty.
Chu Wang Shu was a straight-A student. She believed that many people find life dull because they fail to appreciate its aesthetic facets, and therefore, miss out on its true beauty.
For example, the color blue could be viewed as Kline blue from a foreign land, or as moon white in the ancient Daxia style.
The same scene could inspire different interpretations.
Culturally literate individuals might reflect on lines like “The lotus leaves cut the same shade, the hibiscus flowers bloom on either side of the face,” while others might simply admire the size of the leaves and the beauty of the flowers.
Appreciating such subtleties is what fuels enthusiasm for life.
Chu Wang Shu felt her father needed this kind of awakening.
At least, it was better than him marrying someone else.
As she followed the directions to the coffee shop with the wind chimes at the entrance, she began to feel a wave of nervousness. Quietly, she mumbled to herself:
“Is this the right gift for a meeting?”
“What if Dad says the record player is broken, should I get him a new one?”
She shook her head, discarded the thought, and stepped inside. She sat at a sunny corner near the window, scanning the menu a few times before setting it aside and settling in to wait.
The shop’s decor was unusual yet sophisticated, with a layout that gave the space an airy, open feel, offering only a few seating options.
At the far end of the bar, a well-groomed elderly man with silver hair in his fifties or sixties stood, polishing silver cups like a butler from another world. His presence gave the cafe an air of mystery.
A sudden noise from upstairs, like the shaking of a bed, caught her attention. It irritated her for no reason.
Was this coffee shop a bit odd for the place Dad had chosen?
Checking her watch, she realized it was already 5 minutes past the scheduled time.
The girl took a deep breath, feeling strangely uneasy. Was it the summer heat, or was the cafe’s air conditioning too cold? Even though the appointment had been for an hour, being 65 minutes late didn’t qualify as a big delay.
Still, she felt irrationally upset.
Chu Wang Shu exhaled slowly, forced a smile, and whispered to herself:
“Don’t be upset, don’t be upset.”
Yes, by God, or by the name of the Three Clear Gods, she would not let herself be angry today!
Meanwhile, in the upstairs bedroom.
After speaking, Chu Yuanqing broke into a violent cough.
Her brows knitted in discomfort, but she couldn’t seem to expel much blood. Her skin, pale and fragile like porcelain, appeared as though she could fade into nothingness at any moment, a fragile shell lost amidst the crowd.
Witnessing this, Tang Liuli’s mind froze. A fragment of reason flickered amid the storm of emotions, slowly breaking free from the grip of “maternal love.”
What am I doing?
Didn’t I notice her coughing up blood?
The floor of the bathroom was drenched in fresh blood from her coughing – how agonizing must that be?
Chu Yuanqing had always been so kind to me, no one else in the world could compare.
Her love was unconditional, a kindness and gentleness few would even think to offer themselves.
But all I ever did was focus on myself. Like my mom, like my dad, we are all selfish, repulsive, tainted with madness, unworthy of life.
Her eyes burned with fiery rage, regret, sadness, self-loathing, and a sense of destruction. The emotion surged, her feelings of anger intensifying, opening the doors to the Heart Flow with explosive force.
This moment, after six years.
No, after seventeen years.
For the first time since her birth, Tang Liuli entered the Heart Flow realm on her own terms, her emerald eyes swirling with energy, guiding her toward the “gift” from her mother.
In an instant, all confusion, external influence, and control vanished.
Tang Liuli was finally free. She had never felt so free before.
From a life tightly controlled until the age of 11, to six years of torment bound by her mother’s dying gift after 11, she had never lived for herself.
Ironically,
When she finally had the freedom to live for herself, all she wanted was… to rush into death’s embrace.
