Chapter 203
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Chapter 203: The Fallen God
Lin Lin is a person who goes with the flow.
This is public information; even those who are not familiar with Lin Lin can form such a judgment after a brief interaction.
She has a great personality and will help others within her abilities. She is good at sensing others’ emotions and can make them feel cared for.
Good at being patient and also good at letting go.
Even when Lin Lin has been criticized about her work again and again, she still wonders if she is "the reincarnation of a cow or horse," while finishing the complicated tasks.
Not only others, but Lin Lin herself also understands this.
If standing on tiptoe can help achieve something, then try to succeed. If it requires jumping to reach, then be prepared to not get it.
She has always relied on this rule and has lived reasonably well, so Lin Lin never thought of breaking it.
Therefore, Lin Lin does not understand the demon race, a group almost synonymous with greed.
Although the other beings in the Demon King Castle are not human, some can barely be compared to certain humans, like Safir and Felix. They have clear likes and dislikes and their own logic. Only Your Majesty the Demon King has an emptiness inside that is frightening.
Lin Lin’s evaluation is not meant to be insulting.
If in a novel, Your Majesty the Demon King would likely be the kind of character that is so cheerful and bright that it makes people secretly wonder if he is hiding some dark secret. When someone reaches into his head, they find it is truly empty.
A pure and astonishing fool.
At that moment, Lin Lin’s opinion of Your Majesty the Demon King remained unchanged.
Even when trapped inside the coffin, the escaping black mist still would not listen.
If it were Lin Lin inside, and someone warned her not to go outside, she would most likely stay put.
Unlike the demon race, creatures that live by instinct, even when warned about the dangers outside, would eagerly rush out, creating mist.
The power of light outside may intimidate, but it cannot stop the impulsive desire of the black mist wanting to rush out. Instead, Lin Lin, who did not wish to harm the demon race boy, withdrew first, as the power of light stepped back just before the black mist collided with it.
In an instant, Lin Lin noticed Safir’s narrowed eyes.
Feeling guilty and awkward all at once, before being scolded, Lin Lin shouted first, "Teacher Safir."
The Sapphire Dragon’s attention shifted to Lin Lin, and the large mass of black mist that spilled out of the coffin immediately fled.
Safir’s expression looked even worse.
Lin Lin forced a smile to respond to the other’s unhappy face and ran toward the stairs of the dungeon to chase the black mist’s tail, "Teacher Safir! Just leave him to me!"
Saying big words without being sure was a terrifying choice for Lin Lin.
She followed the black mist, hoping he had no plans to leave Demon King Castle.
The black mist passed through the dungeon’s iron door, and Lin Lin hurriedly pushed the door open and followed.
The moment she stepped into the space beyond the iron door, Lin Lin heard a tiny ticking sound like a clock.
In an instant, everything was quiet.
Lin Lin could not hear the thunder outside Demon King Castle or the sound of magic clashing; she slowed down.
The black mist she had been chasing had vanished, leaving only a tall figure behind.
Lin Lin stood in place, still in the familiar Demon King Castle, with its deep, endless hallway.
A long black cloak.
Lin Lin’s heart skipped a beat, blood rushed to her brain, and the hearing she had just lost seemed to return in an instant.
A young man walked in front of her, and Lin Lin followed behind him.
One step. Two steps. Three steps.
At the end of the hallway, the young man finally turned slightly, and as he turned, his long black hair swayed in the air, and his violet eyes quietly looked at Lin Lin.
"Why are you following me?"
It was not him.
In just a moment, Lin Lin realized this.
The same eyes, face, voice, and figure.
But it is not him.
"I don’t know either," Lin Lin gazed at the young man’s purple eyes, "Great God."
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Your Majesty the Demon King and the fragment of the God of Darkness cannot be separated; they are one.
Although there has always been this idea, the fragments of the God had been sleeping and never truly appeared, Lin Lin thought that Your Majesty the Demon King had completely broken down the fragments, so that the God should not leave even a shadow behind.
Thinking carefully, the Demon Kings of Demon King Castle throughout the ages all had black hair and purple eyes; with that in mind, there is a great question about who this shell before her originally belonged to.
Compared to the pressure that made it hard for the God of Light to approach when Lin Lin prayed with closed eyes, this fragment of the God of Darkness, which had been consumed by the demon race for a long time, felt ethereal and unreal.
In the empty Demon King Castle that belonged to an unknown era, the young man strolled to the office of the God; without him having to do anything, the door to the office opened automatically, welcoming the arrival of its true master.
Lin Lin remembered that the empty and clean office was filled with all kinds of messy things: damaged books, dragon bones, and even a half-eaten piece of dark chocolate carelessly tossed aside.
Ah… Lin Lin slowly thought that maybe with the fall of the gods, the office had deliberately destroyed some things.
It felt as if when a person died, all communication records and browser history automatically vanished.
How convenient it is to be a god, Lin Lin even felt a bit envious.
Lin Lin really hoped that if she had gone to another world, her phone and computer would explode, and all the records would completely disappear, never to be seen by anyone again.
Lin Lin followed the young man, watching him open a bookcase; the things inside swirled in a vortex, and he reached in to pull out the book he wanted. After quickly flipping through a few pages, he closed the book.
"I am dead," the young man said.
Oh, is it the fragmented pieces before death that make it hard to understand everything?
However, the young man’s calm statement felt like a reassurance to Lin Lin.
Dead gods are good gods. If things turn out in a way you don’t want to see, there might still be a chance to fight back.
Thinking this, Lin Lin noticed the young man’s gaze, which had been slightly lowered, now lifted to meet hers.
Since they first met, the young man had looked at her as if she were a small bird. Now, suddenly making eye contact, Lin Lin looked at him in confusion.
His tone was exactly the same as when he spoke of his death.
"You have a piece of me within you."
