Chapter 206
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Chapter 206: You Are Not Important
"I am important to you."
"Not really."
"Huh?"
While Lin Lin was feeling good about herself, this kind of conversation happened.
Silence came.
After one second, then two seconds, Lin Lin reached out and grabbed the other person’s neck, shaking them hard, "Tell me I’m important! I really am important!"
Yes, that’s right. Lin Lin is the type of person who says "Oh, I’m not that great" when someone tells her "You are important/great," but when someone says "You are not important/you can’t do it," she demands them to say it again.
Even though I know my abilities are quite average and I’m not that exceptional, I work hard and live my life, and I put in a lot of effort. If you say such things to my face, you might be in big trouble.
"Please say it again." The human woman looked determined.
In an instant, Lin Lin radiated an extremely terrifying sense of pressure.
Unlike living beings, gods do not need to breathe. Although they can create the illusion of "breathing" and "heartbeat" while disguising themselves, it has no real meaning.
Whether choking the neck or breaking it, while it can indeed cause a pause in breathing, it does not cause real harm to a god.
Even if the neck is being tightly held by the human woman, making breathing difficult, this difficulty is something new and interesting for a god.
After a few seconds of looking at each other, the young man with black hair firmly said, "You are not important."
Stubborn fool! Stupid stubborn fool!
From a certain angle, Lin Lin suddenly felt that the person in front of her resembled the little sheep king.
"Think again! How could I not be important?" Lin Lin lowered her body and leaned closer to the young man sitting down, "I am the only one who can enter the realm of the gods! The God of Light asked me to join Him, but I didn’t go!"
The young man, who was being pressured by her, calmly accepted her accusations.
"Right now, you are just a piece under the control of the Demon King, and the only one you can touch is me. Am I not important?" Lin Lin emphasized again.
Lin Lin’s excitement cooled down under the young man’s calm gaze once more.
"Fine," Lin Lin pulled back her hand; human strength is small compared to that of demons, only leaving a faint red mark on the young man’s neck, "You win."
"If I am not important, then hurry up and let me go," Lin Lin mumbled, lowering her eyes, her previously confident demeanor fading away, "I want to go back…"
The young man lowered his gaze and reached out to touch the marks left on his neck by the other person.
He did not immediately heal these marks, and the red spots naturally became hot and swollen.
"You don’t have time limits with the Demon King Castle," Lin Lin said, a strand of her long hair brushing across her forehead, hiding a bit of her expression, "but I have a time I want to return to and people I want to see."
The young man continued to look at her calmly.
"This trick won’t work on me," the young man said, "I cannot feel human emotions."
Lin Lin had already brewed up a sour feeling, just waiting for her eyes to squeeze a little more to push out tears. She was almost successful, but the other person bluntly broke the moment.
"So annoying!" Lin Lin raised her clean face, with not a tear in sight, "Why won’t this thing work at all?!"
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[Dear God of Light:
If you can save me from this deserted place, I am willing to work for you for three months without pay.
Yours sincerely, Lin Lin.
Lin Lin burned this letter, hoping that the God of Light would receive it through His vast powers.
This letter is only for the one who is destined to find it.
Lin Lin has now fully realized that the fragments of the God of Darkness can see the outside world when they are subdued by His Majesty the Little Lamb, specifically showing that He understands many things about her.
For example, Lin Lin’s bedding later became soft, and the dining room on the first floor had many kinds of human food, which even matched Lin Lin’s spicy taste.
To be fair, Lin Lin’s living conditions here are quite good, at least much better than in the first few months after arriving at the Demon King Castle, saving her nearly half a year’s struggle.
However, it does not bring her joy.
Lin Lin has no idea what it means for that fragment to stay here; it cannot leave as it remains trapped within the body of the Demon King, stuck in a gap of time and unable to act.
He didn’t care at all that Lin Lin was trying to trip him up. Since Lin Lin discovered that he could react with magic but not with his body, she started to pull some silly pranks.
For example, she would hide his cup and papers, or sneak up behind him and give him a little punch.
Most of the time, the young man did not respond. He quietly accepted her mean tricks, and sometimes he would catch Lin Lin’s sneaky fist, lifting her away to a place far from him.
He was not angered by Lin Lin. She sat with her chin in her hand on the soft sofa, trying to annoy him with her "mind and body attack," but it only wore her out.
Honestly, being a mischievous child is really tiring. Lin Lin didn’t understand how the real mischievous kids could be so active every day and still be full of energy.
"Give me some of your papers, or a book I can understand," Lin Lin said. "I can’t keep being this bored."
The young man’s gaze moved away from the paper. Without him lifting a finger, books flew down from the shelf and landed in Lin Lin’s lap.
Lin Lin looked closely at the cover.
"I don’t want fairy tales. I’m too old for that," Lin Lin protested.
Two children’s picture books fell into her hands.
This time, because the pictures in the books were nice and the animals looked fuzzy and very realistic, Lin Lin did not say anything.
The sunlight outside the window was wonderful, and it always felt like it was four in the afternoon, giving a lazy and dreamy feeling.
Lin Lin was originally sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding the picture book, but later she lay down on the sofa, feeling sleepy, and looked at it little by little.
In the end, Lin Lin fell into the book, her face touching the cold, smooth pages, but since she was too tired, she endured it and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Lin dreamed a dream.
It was a very unclear dream, scattered and all mixed up.
First, she dreamed of Teacher Safir, who chased after a black mist to a place she could not find, and Sapphire Dragon thought she was being lazy and very unreliable.
Then she dreamed of the young Demon King, who asked her whose marks were on her neck and why she wanted to leave.
She even dreamed of Felix and Orion, whom she had not seen for a long time.
When Lin Lin brought out "the time she wanted to go back to and the people she wanted to see" as something that could touch the fragments of the divine, who could guarantee that she was not telling the truth?
In the end, Lin Lin saw His Majesty the little lamb in her dream.
He was resting his chin on his hand, watching the sunset, while next to him, sweet fruit tea was being brewed.
The only things he could see were the sun and mountains visible outside Demon King Castle, perhaps also the thin wisp of smoke rising from the homes of the residents.
The photos that Lin Lin took for him during her outings were neatly organized on the table, becoming the eyes through which he saw the outside world.
Lin Lin woke up in this scene.
She startled upright from the sofa, covered by a thick blanket, only to find the warm sunlight had vanished, leaving the office window shrouded in darkness.
So time can change, Lin Lin thought with a sense of realization.
She was already sleeping restlessly, and after her face had pressed against the hard book for too long, it left a mark and a numb feeling.
Above the young man in the office was a small, dim yellow lamp, used for his work.
Lin Lin sat blankly with a blanket in her arms for a while; she had just woken up, her mind slow, and her nose caught the scent of fruit tea.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa was a cup of tea, steaming gently.
Lin Lin took off her hair tie, letting her long black hair fall over her shoulders, and then she turned to look at the expressionless young man sitting at the table in the light.
Lin Lin was very sure that the person in front of her was not the same as the little lamb she knew, but after seeing his actions, she found it hard to separate them.
"I don’t want to drink dragon fruit tea," Lin Lin said, "I want the one with lemon slices and sugar, the tangy and sweet kind."
The young man’s quill paused in writing; he slightly tilted his head, and his long, curly black hair shone under the light with a well-maintained luster.
The white porcelain teacup suddenly disappeared with a thud, and a bright blue teacup took its place.
Lin Lin released her grip on the blanket and went to hold the cup of tea.
The smoke was blown away by her, and the sweet and sour fruit tea filled her mouth.
"You have seen the photo I brought back for His Majesty, haven’t you?" Lin Lin asked.
The fragments, like the little lamb prince, were confined to the views within Demon King Castle, and the space he created was also limited to Demon King Castle.
In the quiet night, the young man answered softly, showing he acknowledged her.
"Which one is your favorite?" Lin Lin asked.
She asked gently, but the usually calm young man showed a hint of subtle, slight indifference.
Lin Lin could see this tiny difference; no matter how much she fussed, the other person always wore a blank expression for comparison.
"This question is meaningless," the young man replied, "that wasn’t meant for me to see."
