Chapter 203: Boy
The impact of the truth was even greater than Clark had anticipated, and what made it even more incredible to him was Mireille.
“Mireille, you too…” Clark looked at Mireille in shock.
Upon hearing this, Mireille, with a blank expression, began to nervously shake her head, “I don’t know, I don’t know anything…”
“You don’t know? How could you not know,” Hera scoffed. “After seeing my memories, you should have noticed long ago that our mother is the same person.”
Mireille looked like she was breaking down, covering her head and resisting, “How is this possible, how could it be… you’re lying to me!” she shouted up at him.
“Whether I’m lying to you or not, you’ll know once we fuse together,” Valente and Hera began to cackle. Their fused, fleshy mountain of a body opened like jelly, and densely packed protrusions filled it, all of them heads looking around in all directions. They were both eyes and teeth, their expanding bodies opening and closing, and the collisions between their eyes produced terrifying sounds.
The fused monster approached Mireille, its open body closing in around her.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out and tackled Mireille to the ground, throwing her to safety. They rolled on the ground, evading the fused monster’s “bite.”
“To what end do you still wish to offer futile resistance?” Valente said coldly. “Very well, there can only be one ultimate ruler of this world, and you are merely a contaminant. I can kill you anytime. Since you insist on resisting, then we’ll start with you.”
Clark watched the mountain-like fused monster surround him and Mireille again, his heart turning cold. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.
His gaze darted around, then he suddenly noticed a pair of red shoes appear before him. The red shoes elegantly walked to the flesh wall, and it was as if an unstoppable, transparent giant forcibly broke through the encirclement created by the fused monster, opening a massive gap.
“Go!” Clark grabbed Mireille and ran. Guided by the red shoes, they once again rushed back into the old castle.
The fused monster let out a pained scream. The yin-yang face on the fleshy mountain became even more twisted and eerie, its expression ferocious. “Damn it, where did those shoes come from!?”
Things seemed to have returned to the beginning. Clark and Mireille were still hiding and fleeing in the old castle, but the problem this time was that there were no hidden places left in the castle. They also had no chance of escaping the castle or even this world. They actually had nowhere to hide; they were merely making a last-ditch struggle.
Valente and the others had lost their playful mood by then. They only wanted to kill Clark as quickly as possible, devour Mireille, and become the sole ruler of this world. Thus, they relentlessly pursued Clark and Mireille.
Clark and Mireille barely managed to rely on the complex terrain of the castle and the relatively narrow corridors for the fused monster. They fled with difficulty through the old castle, evading the fused monster’s attacks.
Boom, boom, boom—
The castle was in turmoil. The castle on the cliff swayed, and a tower at the summit broke off from the castle, falling to the ground and into the abyss… The castle was on the verge of collapse.
…
The mad shrieking almost pierced Yu Lianyun’s eardrums instantly. She clutched the wall in pain, sensing the mysterious power emanating from the shrill cries. The sound not only made her internal organs contract incessantly but also felt like a hungry beast savagely tearing at human reason.
Many members of the Mysterious Group were knocked down on the spot by this sudden scream. Some Mystic Investigators even showed signs of abnormalization, their bodies deforming, and bumpy, ball-like flesh growths appearing on their surfaces. Those flesh balls split open in the middle, slowly opening to reveal bloody, blurred eyes.
Yet, from this mad, strange roar, Yu Lianyun felt a trace of sadness and fear. That unusual emotion made her loosened “antenna” of inspiration sense the source of the sound.
Yu Lianyun, for the first time in a long time, entered another person’s memory world and felt exactly what the memory’s owner felt…
A young boy, about six years old, was squatting in a dark corner, meticulously piecing together the bones of a small bird.
The boy didn’t know what kind of bird it was.
When he brought the injured bird home seeking his mother’s help, his mother’s madness returned. She bit off the bird’s head and spat it onto the ground, tossing the bird’s corpse at his feet.
He stood there stiffly, unable to think, staring at the headless corpse. The little bird seemed to have no time to react, its body still trembling…
Fortunately, when his kind father returned home, he helped him clean the bird’s corpse into bones and then made it into building blocks, so it could be put back together.
And if it were just building blocks, the little boy would have no problem, as his father had already given him many sets. He had been piecing them together since he was small, and his room was already full of his building block collection. He was just missing a bird building block.
Although the little boy was still a bit sad, he was no longer afraid. When his mother’s madness subsided and she returned to normal, even playing with him to build the bird blocks, he genuinely felt happy.
He looked at the building block collections in his room: there were puppies, kittens, rats, lizards… and now, a bird.
The little boy thought greedily: when would he be able to piece together a person with his own hands? If possible, he wanted Jack from the apartment opposite, number 302, as he was the coolest kid of their age in the neighborhood.
It was a pity that although he and Jack were playmates, they weren’t best friends yet.
With the desire to make friends, the little boy actively contacted Jack, and their relationship gradually grew closer. Children’s friendships always formed quickly, and they later exchanged their favorite treasures.
The boy gave Jack the bird building block. Jack was a little surprised, but he generously gave the boy a fake gemstone he had stolen from a dollar store, which he considered a priceless treasure.
The boy knew his mother didn’t like shiny things, so he decided to keep the first gift he received from his peers safe.
He’d… he’d hide it in his stomach!
One day… the little boy brought the injured Jack, who had accidentally hurt himself while playing, home, asking his mother to treat Jack.
Jack’s luck wasn’t good, and his mother lost control again.
So, in the little boy’s room, there was soon another building block named “Jack.”
Jack was gone, and the community had fewer children. Their parents wouldn’t let them play outside.
The little boy became very bored. He looked at the Jack building block and suddenly felt regret and a sense of loss.
Since he had no playmates, the little boy had no new building blocks to play with, so he started reading books. There were no other books at home, so he could only read the books his parents kept under their bed.
The little boy had expected the books to contain interesting content, but after reading them, he found the content very boring. And for some reason, the colder he read, the colder it felt. He thought it might be because the floor under the bed was too cold.
Bored late at night, the little boy decided to conduct an experiment based on the book’s content. He drew a strange pattern, lit several candles, and muttered a few incantations, secretly watching his surroundings, curious about what commotion would occur.
Suddenly, a strong wind swept through the room, and the candles’ flames inexplicably became vigorous and fierce, instantly igniting the room’s curtains. The fire spread rapidly.
The little boy saw his home was on fire and immediately became flustered. But for some reason, his head ached intensely, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he suddenly felt very sleepy, wanting to do nothing.
Before he fell asleep, he saw a tall, thin, faceless man in a suit appear in the house. The man walked step by step towards him, and finally entered his eyes…
