Chapter 207
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Chapter 207: Hello, You Can Turn Off the Light
"Hello, you can turn off the light."
Lin Lin lay inside the coffin, shouting out.
The light was still on, and there was no one, not even a ghost, to turn it off for her.
What is happening! The first time I encountered something strange!
Outside the coffin, the light was bright. The thick wooden planks of the coffin blocked some of the light, casting shadows on Lin Lin’s face.
Lying flat in the coffin and looking out, it really felt a bit like a Chinese horror story. Lin Lin thought for a few seconds, then whispered a spell, making her magic slowly pull the coffin lid down to cover it completely.
"Okay, I have completely closed the coffin now. You can turn off the light," Lin Lin said.
The air inside the coffin was thin, and speaking had an echo, which felt quite magical.
Everything was quiet for a few seconds. Lin Lin felt like a big fool. She started to prepare to reopen the coffin lid, pretending she had never come in.
Luckily, she was alone here, and no one else saw her foolishness.
The coffin, meant for vampires, was relatively spacious for Lin Lin. She lay inside, half-crouched, ready to turn around and cast a spell when she heard a knock on the coffin lid from outside.
Three slow knocks, a gentle tapping sound.
Lin Lin’s legs suddenly went weak, "Just, just turn off the lights. No need to open the door, thank you."
"I won’t open the door, I’ll open your mind," a voice Lin Lin knew all too well, mixed with annoyance and arrogance from the Dragon race, came from outside. "Didn’t you go chase the dark mist? Why are you in a coffin?"
"Teacher Safir!" Lin Lin’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t dare open the coffin. First, she was unsure if it would interrupt their conversation, and second, she was afraid that Safir wasn’t really Safir, but something else pretending to be him.
"I was dragged into another world by a piece of the God of Darkness!" Lin Lin said with a sad face.
"You came home?" Safir asked.
"Uh, not really. Although my world is indeed a different world for you, I haven’t gone back," Lin Lin honestly replied.
"Then come out to work! Didn’t you say this job was easy? Are you being lazy?" Sapphire Dragon’s tone grew impatient.
It’s him! The real Safir!
Lin Lin’s eyes filled with tears. That tone, treating subordinates like mere animals and pushing them hard, felt so familiar. It brought a sense of security.
"I don’t know how to get out," Lin Lin insisted, "I told you, the other side is a god! Gods are very powerful!"
"It’s not a piece of a god," Safir said calmly, "and you can’t say it’s just a piece, since it has merged with that demon race."
"The God of Darkness does not listen to others’ prayers, but that demon race will not refuse your request."
"But…" Lin Lin wanted to say more when a sudden tremor came from outside the coffin lid.
Lin Lin opened her eyes. The lid moved, light poured in, and her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, naturally filled with tears.
Lin Lin saw the face of a young man with black hair through the gap of the moved cover.
The young man with violet eyes stared at Lin Lin without blinking, "What are you doing?"
It was truly surprising; gods did not need to eat or sleep. Lin Lin thought he would never leave that office.
After all, when Lin Lin wandered around Demon King Castle before, he had never come looking for her.
Lin Lin gazed into the young man’s eyes, trying to find any sign of panic.
There was none.
But it was strange for him to leave the office at all.
"I’m just trying some things," Lin Lin sat up from the coffin, looking up at the young man, "Lying in a coffin feels amazing. Do you want to try it?"
"No," he firmly refused.
Sure enough, things did not go so smoothly, and Lin Lin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
The young man raised his arm; unlike His Majesty the lamb, he wore a deep blue shirt, buttoned up stiffly, with each button fastened, and he did not have a thick coat on.
Lin Lin reached out and placed her hand on the strong arm of the other, guiding him to jump down from the coffin.
Seeing Lin Lin jump down safely, the young man immediately turned around, saying, "Don’t do things like this again."
"Can’t I lie in the coffin? Why not?" Lin Lin stretched her arm and blocked the young man’s path.
The tall figure was easily stopped by someone much shorter, and Lin Lin looked up at him, asking, "Why can’t I?"
Each question was met with a reply; most of the time, Lin Lin could get an answer from the young man, and even when she didn’t get a response, repeating her question a few times usually got a reply.
The young man turned back to meet Lin Lin’s gaze, and she sensed his displeasure; he seemed to completely misunderstand why Lin Lin was fussing over these unnecessary details.
His violet eyes blinked slowly as he said, "Because I cannot sense you."
The young man replied.
He did not have most human emotions, like a sense of shame, so he did not think there was anything wrong with his answer, but the human woman’s eyes brightened for a moment.
"Really? Am I not unimportant?" Lin Lin leaned closer to him, "After all, I was just the one who accidentally came in; as long as it doesn’t affect the time rift you created, it doesn’t matter whether I’m here or not."
She was getting too close.
Unlike when Lin Lin had surprised him from behind, when he didn’t need to control his emotions, now, the young man needed to take a step back to re-establish a safe distance between them.
"Because you shouldn’t suddenly disappear; that’s an unusual event," the young man answered.
"Huh?" Lin Lin put her hands on her hips, ignoring the young man as he stepped back and moved closer again, looking at him with a complicated expression, "Think about it carefully; locking me in here is what’s really unusual, isn’t it? The Temple of the God of Light says that the gods won’t interfere with human choices."
Clearly, bringing up that old topic was not a good idea at the moment. The young man with black hair frowned, "That’s Him."
The shards of the God of Darkness quickly separated the two, showing the differences between the two gods.
"But I think the God of Light is easier to talk to, because that god understands humans better, and there are even angels who listen to people’s prayers," Lin Lin finally stood in front of the young man, reaching out to touch his arm once more.
"That’s a cheap trick," the young man said.
Lin Lin shook her head and then looked towards the coffin.
The young man’s gaze followed the direction of the coffin.
"Humans cannot survive only on food," Lin Lin said, "My true home will always be there."
The young man’s brow furrowed slightly.
His fingers, which had been naturally spread, curled for a moment before returning to their usual position.
"But if you stay here…" he pulled his gaze away, not looking at Lin Lin or the coffin, "you will not die."
Lin Lin gasped.
She almost wanted to imagine a possibility, such as her arriving here was not only the wish of the God of Darkness’s fragments.
For example, the fragments and that majesty had reached a silent agreement that had never been spoken, so the fragments could break through some kind of pressure to appear here.
For example.
[You will not die.]
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Lin Lin is an ordinary person.
It has been this way in modern society, and it is still this way in the fantasy world.
She is not very good at dealing with privilege; she is more accustomed to going with the flow and fitting herself into the crowd.
For example, humans are meant to die.
In fact, it is not only humans; the Dragon race, the demon race, and even Death Knights like Orion all have a day when they will come to an end. However, compared to other races, humans have a very short lifespan, which makes other races look at Lin Lin with a feeling of pity and sadness.
Lin Lin calmly faces the possibilities of the future, but sometimes she tells others her short life as a dark joke. It seems that these long-lived beings do not share her sense of humor.
Only the Dark Elf Felix, who has a lifespan similar to Lin Lin’s, can laugh heartily and add to Lin Lin’s hellish jokes with the Dark Elf’s unique trait of female superiority.
Lin Lin once tried to share with Your Majesty the Demon King that life is about quality, not length, using the brilliance of Holy Knight Commander Norman as an example. Even such a dazzling human would ultimately have a life span of no more than two hundred years, just like Lin Lin.
"That is his deserved punishment, unlike the vicious Knight Commander," Your Majesty the Demon King said with biting words. "You are different; you are the precious accountant of Demon King Castle."
How nice it is to throw dirt at the Knight Commander with such cruelty; the tasteless style of Demon King Castle truly never changes.
How wonderful, he didn’t hear anything at all. Sometimes Lin Lin admires the demon race’s unique ability to "only hear what they want to hear."
Lord Shard has forbidden Lin Lin from entering the coffin in the basement, but Lin Lin has discovered that, most of the time, this castle is open to her. It seems to have a will of its own and does not fully obey Shard, secretly giving Lin Lin a helping hand.
Lin Lin even begins to suspect that the lights being turned off in the first place was its doing.
She began to have a new direction for exploration.
…
In the washroom, soft yellow light shines on the white walls, and a young man with curly long hair is washing his hands.
A drop or two of ink from the feather pen fell on his hand, staining his fair fingers.
The cold water flows from the faucet, washing away the ink naturally without scrubbing.
The faucet was turned off, and the young man looked up, making eye contact with the reflection in the mirror.
Calm, indifferent, the same face appears inside and outside the mirror.
As a fragment of a god, even though the young man himself has never admitted it, he indeed inherited the scattered pride and arrogance from the God of Darkness; he does not pay attention to many things.
For example, his appearance.
Appearance is not something to be remembered, just like humans do not pay special attention to the differences between two ants, as long as they are both ants.
Moreover, before this, he shared vision with the owner of this body, and that demon did not focus on their appearance.
His attention was always clear; it was a seemingly weak human woman.
Unlike the creatures on this planet, gods are not bound by this planet’s time; they have a unique time that flows differently from others.
Therefore, those parallel universes that Lin Lin had traveled through, whether she knew of them or not, in which she encountered or did not encounter the young demon race, the youth read countless fragments of words, knowing where the demon’s attention lay.
As a result, the god remembered the face of this human woman.
Although there was no loud noise, the youth sensed that at this moment, the human woman was in a corner of Demon King Castle trying to lure the birds outside with millet.
He frowned slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.
The youth was not good at communicating with this woman; if it were Your Majesty the Demon King, he could probably happily spend time with her, engaging in this silly act together.
As an observer who has always existed in the depths of darkness, coldly watching everything.
He was not used to meeting those deep brown eyes.
