Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 205

Mirror

Chapter 205: Mirror

Falling into the abyss, Clark didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, only knowing that when he awakened, he still hadn’t fallen to the valley bottom, but was continuously falling nonstop.

Looking down was darkness, looking up was also a stretch of darkness.

Clark was in a daze mentally. Just during the period he had been unconscious moments ago, he had dozens of incredibly long and realistic dreams. No, rather than dreams, they were real memories, but that segment of memory didn’t belong to him; it belonged to more than twenty people of different identities. One segment of memory was the complete complementary memories from a man named Eve belonging to Valente, Hera, Bluebeard, and Mireille respectively.

Although Eve is a girl’s name, it indeed belonged to a man suffering from multiple personality disorder.

He seemed to have become the last survivor of this mind world, so the memories of the people who perished in this mind world naturally merged into his mind.

In those dreams, Clark personally experienced their lives and felt what they had felt. After completely going through the memories of those more than twenty souls, he felt that his state of mind seemed to have undergone some kind of sublimation, with a bit of the great enlightenment of seeing through life.

Perhaps precisely because of this, when experiencing Eve’s memory again, he didn’t have the same flustered fear as the first time he encountered it.

Eve originally had no name; this name was inherited from his younger sister. He was born in a mad single-parent family. Because of poor family financial conditions, his mother had taken the two children to live in the old castle inherited from their ancestors before he could remember anything, settling there in loneliness.

Mother paid attention to younger sister and only paid attention to younger sister. She would give younger sister a name and play with younger sister, doting on younger sister, but… mother would also often harm younger sister. No matter what terrible things mother did to younger sister, he as the older brother only felt extremely envious, because mother only thought of him when cooking; the rest of the time he lived like air.

Although Eve himself didn’t admit it, Clark could feel that he often envied his own younger sister.

Eve’s feelings toward his younger sister were very complex; he both envied younger sister for exclusively enjoying mother’s doting and deeply loved his only younger sister.

Usually at home, mother ignored him, but younger sister always paid attention to him. In that vast enormous castle, she was his only playmate, also the only person in the whole world who could notice his being, the person who made him feel he was still alive.

So, in Eve’s heart, he always had a heart to guard mother and younger sister.

However, it was impossible for this mad family to have luck and beauty; younger sister still died.

On the day she died, mother cried very sadly, and while he felt sad, he also felt happy.

From then on, he was mother’s only child.

As he wished, mother intensified the love for younger sister onto him. He inherited younger sister’s name, inherited younger sister’s clothes, inherited younger sister’s identity, and also inherited younger sister’s harm… He completely replaced younger sister.

But he felt he was a jinxed guy. Not long after younger sister died, mother also died of illness, he became an orphan, and just like that a child lived in the castle with two sets of dry bones for over half a year until discovered by nearby villagers, who sent him to the orphanage.

The orphanage soon discovered Eve’s mental anomaly, and upon investigation found he suffered from multiple personality disorder and anti-social tendency, so he was sent to the mental hospital.

Years later, a secret scientific research project needed to use patients like Eve, so someone spent money to buy him and other patients, secretly transferring them to the Shenzhou area.

Perhaps Eve really was a calamity star; the organizers of that secret scientific research project had just brought the experimental materials to the Shenzhou region when they were immediately taken down jointly by law enforcement officers and the mysterious group in the Shenzhou region, all captured in one fell swoop.

At that time, the mental hospital in the New York region where Eve and the others had lived had gone bankrupt and closed, and the New York region refused them return to the land of the New York region on the grounds that this group of patients who smuggled in had unclear identities. The Shenzhou region side could only helplessly accept them and place them in various mental hospitals in their own region capable of taking them in, among which Eve was placed in the mental hospital in Fengxiang City.

But not long after, something happened at the mental hospital in Fengxiang City. Remnants of Sancai attacked there and abducted the other patients including Eve and the medical staff together. What happened after that was almost no memory, only flickering fragments of memory.

In those intermittent memory fragments, remnants of Sancai vaguely revealed they had again become experimental material and obliquely mentioned the truth of this experiment.

This was a world constructed from the spirits of more than twenty humans, but this world seemed to be disintegrating.

“How much longer will it last? Can we still return to the real world?” Clark murmured.

The confused him looked around his surroundings and suddenly discovered a frail figure, joyfully unable to hold back from shouting the other’s name, “Mireille!”

Mireille didn’t respond, merely tightly closing her eyes, powerlessly falling.

Clark struggled wanting to get closer, but this wasn’t easy. He took a while before finally “swimming” to Mireille’s side.

He grabbed Mireille’s hand, then tightly hugged the other, listening to the other’s heartbeat. Although he didn’t know if in this world heartbeat counted as evidence of an individual being alive, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

A faint glimmer of light like hope suddenly bloomed before Clark’s eyes. He looked up; at the bottomless end was unexpectedly the “path” out. He could finally end this long fall.

“It’s good that you’re okay. We can get out soon.” Clark gently hugged Mireille’s slender waist, softly said.

Feeling a pair of lotus arms slowly clamping his head, Clark was slightly delighted. Looking up, it was Mireille gently smiling.

The two who had shared hardships could now finally look at each other without reservation, without caring about the passage of time.

But soon, Clark seemed to realize something. Suddenly his breathing became rapid, his incredulous eyes revealing intense pain and despair. All this happened when his ear was pressed against the gemstone sequin on Mireille’s soft abdomen.

His body was sinking into Mireille’s gradually deforming body, his self disintegrating.

As Valente and Hera said, this world would only have the door out when only one individual consciousness remained.

But Mireille hadn’t died. She as one of Eve’s split personalities, if she hadn’t died, why had the door to escape this world opened at this moment.

The answer was already obvious: Mireille wasn’t Eve’s split personality at all.

She is mine!

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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