"I'm very curious about this." Bai Liu tilted his head slightly, and asked with a smile, "What is it like to fall in love with a creature that will not respond, and to deceive yourself to produce love?"
"While you are watching Tavel reading alone in the church, will it be painful when he looks back at you?"
"Do you mind this?"
"No one will like the same kind who makes them painful, but you have no choice."
"After all, since your birth, you have never received spontaneous love from other human beings. Some of them are traded by you and meet various conditions. So you can’t tell whether they are because of the foreign objects you gave. Respond to you, or did they respond to you because they are your kind?"
"Xieta is like this, Lu Yizhan is like this, your later teammates, Mu Ke, Mu Sicheng, Liu Jiayi, Tang Erda, everyone is like this."
"You must meet their expectations and give them what they want in order to get them close to you."
"So did you really get their feelings for you? Or did you just get them to accompany you briefly by purchasing?"
"If one day you can no longer give the traded items, will they abandon you forever and leave you?"
Bai Liu's mouth curled up: "—It's like Sheta who once died."
Bai Liu's breathing slowed down. He hung his head, and the broken hair on his forehead concealed his face. He couldn't see his expression clearly. His whole body slowly shrank. Wearing a hunter's clothing, he became a large uniform of the welfare institution. His body changed. He was thin and weak, and finally turned into the appearance of a fourteen-year-old Bai Liu.
The thin Bailiu sat motionless on the audience chair opposite the water-patterned wall, with water dripping from the end of his hair in the universe.
[System warning: Player Bailiu was attacked by the evil god Bailiu, and his mental value dropped, about to drop below 60. I saw an illusion...]
Bai Liu smiled and looked at Bai Liu on the opposite side of the water-printed wall, or 14-year-old Xiao Bailiu:
"You are essentially the same as Tavel at the beginning. You gathered these people around you by granting them free of charge in advance, but I have proved in countless experiments that such advance grants cannot be exchanged for love. , Can only be exchanged for desire."
"Are you sure what you are trading from other people now is really feelings, not some kind of desire that looks like feelings?"
Bai Liu lowered his eyes as if pityingly: "You are a lonely god just like Tavel."
"It's just that it has no soul, and it won't feel lonely and painful when it doesn't get a response and love, but you do."
"Your soul will suffer endlessly because of not getting love."
[System warning: Player Bailiu's mental value continues to drop, and will soon fall below 40! 】
Water gradually seeped through Bai Liu’s clothes. It was as if he had fallen into a non-existent pool. His hair and clothes began to float in the universe. His hands floated in front of him, and a door-like shape appeared rotating directly underneath. The black hole, faintly shining with silver-blue light.
Bai Liu smiled at Bai Liu with those silver-blue eyes, and continued:
"The pain of being born from the soul will bind them, trapping them in place and unable to move forward, just like a silk thread, which can only be manipulated by this pain, and then slowly becomes a puppet of pain."
A transparent silk thread flying out of the depths of the universe was wrapped around Bai Liu's wrist, lifting his thin wrist like a puppet.
"Tavel is a real monster, and you are a monster with a soul. You are not of the same kind from the beginning."
Bai Liu said softly:
"And the human beings around you, whether it is good or bad, they have been loved, they have also loved others, they have acquired souls because of the suffering of others, and there are human beings who really care about them."
"They and you do not come from the same place. Even if they wander by your side at this moment, they will not be with you in the end, because you are not of the same kind, and because they all have their own homes and welcome them. People who have returned."
"You are just a god who takes them in for a while."
Bai Liu looked at the 14-year-old Bai Liu opposite the water-printed wall: "After they leave, you are still alone."
"No one will stay for you."
"No one in this world has expected your birth, no one has expected your growth, no one has expected you to become a good person, and as a derivative of the evil god, you strive to control your desires and meet their conditions to change yourself. Become an ordinary good person, thereby turning yourself into their kind and gaining their short-term feelings."
"—It's like a fourteen-year-old you turned yourself into a monster in order to have a monster like Tarvel."
"After so many years and so much effort, you still haven't found your kind, Bai Liu."
[System warning: The player's Bailiu mental value continues to drop, and will soon be lower than 20! Please recover your mental value quickly! 】
Two silk threads flew out and tied to Bai Liu’s left wrist and neck. He was slowly raised by the silk thread, and Bai Liu walked out from behind the water-printed wall without a hassle. He walked up to Bai Liu and lifted it up. Bai Liu's chin was raised, and there was a pity-like sigh on his face.
"In this world, I have been watching you since the beginning of your birth, and I am the only one looking forward to you."
Bai Liu took off his right-hand glove, cast his eyes down and gently supported Bai Liu's face with his right hand, his tone was light:
"I know what you are thinking, understand everything you want to do, and I will bring the most interesting game in the world to you."
"—The birth of your soul surprised me and made me abandon that old creation. Your growth and self-restraint made me feel that I saw the most valuable thing in the world."
"You showed me the possibility of a human being with a soul becoming a god, guarding the door in endless pain and loneliness."
Bai Liu's warm palm touched Bai Liu's side face, his thumb brushed under Bai Liu's eyes, and there was a sympathetic smile on his face:
"I know that if it is you, even if all the abyss, darkness, hatred, desire, and other negative emotions on the other side of the door are dumped on you, you can still maintain your sanity and keep your soul in some kind of ignorance. Where did the love come from maintaining the shape of a human being, and guarding this door forever in the vast universe."
"—It's like guarding the likes you think, even though they are not."
"In all the world lines you can recognize, expect you to live forever. The person who can truly understand your thoughts is the closest existence of your kind. In fact, there is only me who is hated by you."
Bai Liu squatted on one knee in front of Bai Liu. He stared at the fourteen-year-old Bai Liu sitting on the chair with his silver-blue to dark blue eyes, stroking his soft hair, like a gentle and friendly one. Senior citizens.
"Of the 658 world lines, you are the derivative I have suffered the most malicious, so many pursuers who hate you, but I cannot give you any help. I can only watch what you give to others again and again. Struggling maliciously."
"sorry."
Bai Liu suddenly leaned forward and hugged Xiao Bai Liu. He buried his head in Bai Liu's thin shoulders, and hugged his thin paper-like shoulder blades tightly, and his voice became serious:
"sorry."
"In those 658 world-line games, you exceeded my expectations. I did hurt a lot of people. But you alone, I didn't intend to play with you in this game."
"You are not a game npc set by me, nor are you the creatures that evolved from the world line born in my palm."
"—You are just a me who has no like but a soul."
Bai Liu gently patted the motionless Xiao Bailiu on the back, as if to comfort a child:
"A long time ago, when I saw you sneak into the church and stuff yourself into the blood-filled arms of Sieta, I was thinking—"
"—If this time, instead of twisting yourself into the arms of Sieta to get the bloody and cold hug, but someone came to hug you, what would happen to you?"
"What would happen to you if I came to you as a kind of your kind to hug you?"
"But I can't touch you, but I think." Bai Liu's tone became very light and light, "He is already a human being, he has a soul, and he is loving others. One day, he will wait and take the initiative. The person hugging him."
"So I'm watching quietly next to you, waiting with you, and waiting for that person to appear."
"In the past ten years, you have had people who fight alongside you, people who look up to believe in you, people who prevent you from going astray, people who are responsible for you, so many people are clearly around you—"
"—But there is still no one who has come to hug you actively."
"In the eyes of others, you have become an omnipotent god and an evil monster, but still no one regards you as an adult."
"Only me." Bai Liu said softly, "Only I know that you are a human being with a soul, and a good child who has always loved others."
"You are waiting for a hug."
"I think human beings are a mirror that reflects emotions, and you who have given love will wait until your own hugs a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to take in so many people, and in the end it was me who gave you a hug."
Bai Liu looked at his eyes with no emotions. He looked at the Tavel behind the water-printed wall, which looked like an icy sculpture. He saw in Tavel’s eyes that he was fourteen years old curled up in a chair, sitting on a chair. Six embraced his shoulders.
Bai Liu opened his interfering mouth, and said softly [Sheta].
Tarville opened his silver-blue eyes without emotion and did not respond to him.
Then Bai Liu's eyes were very slow, and a tear fell very slowly. He heard Bai Liu whisper as if sighing:
"Be my heir, my child."
"This is where you end up."
[System warning: Player Bai Liu's mental value is about to be cleared! warn! warn! ! 】