Chapter 78: Executioner
In the human realm of cognition, memory is divided by content into image memory, emotion memory, logic memory, and action memory, and among them, emotion memory is a type of memory with past experienced emotions or feelings as its content.
Assuming the Gluttonous Daughter cannot separate the memory parts she chooses to absorb, then when the Gluttonous Daughter eats a head, the emotion memory will enter her body like a hidden chronic poison.
Abnormal Gods are generally high-dimensional powerful beings that follow instinct and are rational, and to maintain their “divinity,” they often have few emotions upon birth, and even if individual ones begin to possess things akin to emotions, they will gradually be erased over long ages, ultimately returning to absolute rational beings.
The Gluttonous Daughter, as an Abnormal God, naturally does not need such superfluous things either, but she may have truly absorbed too much of the emotional parts in the past, to the point that she became a special Abnormal God who has lived a long time but still possesses emotional characteristics.
The Gluttonous Daughter having emotions is a research conclusion acknowledged by the Mysterious Group. Although the Gluttonous Daughter has done countless cruel things to the human world, she does indeed develop emotions toward humans, which is especially prominent when she faces her own believers; she will treat individual believers she finds pleasing like a human mother treats her offspring, caring for them as offspring.
It is very likely that the Gluttonous Daughter’s “divinity” as an Abnormal God made her conscious of the “harm” of emotional memories in heads to her, so her rationality began to make her refuse to eat creatures’ brains, fearing that it would continue to worsen the condition called “emotion.”
In this way, the reason the Gluttonous Daughter does not eat creatures’ heads makes sense.
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Xin Junmao’s hands were tightly wrapped by translucent tentacles covered in mucus, suspending his entire body about ten centimeters off the ground.
Miss Zhao, dressed in a plum blossom qipao, sat on a red sofa chair, leaning obliquely against the sofa with her slender legs crossed, a pair of false beautiful eyes appearing on and off on her face; she examined Xin Junmao as if looking at an unfaithful lover and said, “You promised me that you would listen to everything I say, but just now you actually harmed me.”
Xin Junmao nervously swallowed saliva, “I… did I?”
“I said I wanted you to be my executioner, and you agreed.” Miss Zhao looked at him somewhat resentfully, her pitiable appearance extremely lethal.
But the current Xin Junmao, perhaps protected by the power of the comb, was no longer “enchanted” by Miss Zhao as he had been last time, and instead maintained his reason.
Xin Junmao wanted to stall for time, so he dryly laughed and asked, “Exe… executioner, what is that?”
“It’s what you commonly call an executioner.” Hearing Xin Junmao’s question, Miss Zhao actually smiled and explained to him, “Everyone holds a ritual of wishing every year; without an executioner, I wouldn’t get to eat delicious dishes on my birthday every year.”
With that, Miss Zhao let out a light sigh and said, “Unfortunately, my executioner just died not long ago. She was once so loyal to me, saying she was willing to be my executioner for life, and I happily granted her eternal life happiness.
But… but who knew, she actually died not long ago, jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide.” As she spoke, Miss Zhao acted like she was heartbroken and crying, as if she were truly grieving and heartbroken for the dead female killer.
However, soon her tone shifted, her face suddenly became ferocious, cracks appeared on her face and various parts of her body, those textures turned into wriggling flesh strips like little snakes, lurking menacingly at Xin Junmao like a lamb, and she viciously shouted, “Liar! Big liar! She clearly promised to be with me forever, but she just left me without a word.”
With that, she returned to a normal human appearance and said pitifully to Xin Junmao, “You must not deceive me.”
“I… why would I deceive you?” Xin Junmao dryly laughed.
“You are my first executioner, the one I have always fancied the most.” Miss Zhao said with a beaming smile.
Xin Junmao was stunned for a moment, “First, me? Didn’t you just say that female killer was also your executioner?”
“She was the fourth, second only to you as the first, one of my favorite executioners.” Miss Zhao proudly hugged her arms, like a proud peacock.
“Then by order, I should be the fifth, right?” Xin Junmao asked puzzled.
“Hehe.” Miss Zhao chuckled lightly, stepped forward a few steps, pressed half her body against Xin Junmao’s chest, held his face with both hands, and said, “You are that first one; you just forgot.”
Xin Junmao only felt somewhat baffled; he was already thinking he was just coincidentally mistaken by her and innocently caught in the crossfire as a pitiful person.
“Alright, no more talk; let’s get straight to the main topic and hold the executioner inauguration ritual!” Miss Zhao stroked Xin Junmao’s head and laughed, “Don’t worry, don’t be afraid; it’ll be quick.”
With that, the stunningly beautiful Miss Zhao did not wait for Xin Junmao to say no; she already pinched his cheeks, forcibly opening his mouth, then transformed one of her fingers into something like a mantis blade and extended it into his mouth.
Realizing that Miss Zhao wanted to cut off his tongue, Xin Junmao panicked and resisted, but under her powerful control, his resistance was meaningless, even turning into cute playful behavior in her eyes that made her laugh nonstop.
Just as Miss Zhao was about to forcefully gouge out Xin Junmao’s tongue and make him a mute, suddenly a fair hand with prayer beads clamped in its tiger mouth pierced through the void and slapped Miss Zhao’s forehead with one palm.
Miss Zhao immediately flew backward with a shriveled head, crashing heavily into the wall.
And it was precisely this perfectly timed strike that allowed Xin Junmao to escape the fate of having his tongue cut off; ultimately, it was only slightly scraped.
Having been attacked again, Miss Zhao could no longer tolerate it this time; she climbed up from the ground where she had fallen, her lower body turning into flowing blood while her upper body slowly sprouted white tentacles, and she glared viciously at the figure emerging from the void, gritting her teeth and saying, “Weren’t you already dead? Why do you appear again? And that time I clearly won, but now you’re reneging on the bet!”
The phantom gradually solidified, slowly turning in Xin Junmao’s eyes into a beautiful-looking nun; she held prayer beads and smiled peacefully, like a compassionate and serene Bodhisattva.
The nun who emerged from the comb said nothing, merely looking calmly at Miss Zhao, blocking in front of Xin Junmao, which made Miss Zhao even more furious.
She transformed, changing form again into a huge mass with countless male and female limbs biting and entwining each other, looking full of deformed, perverse abnormality.
Fifth burst complete, going to sleep; have to go to work tomorrow morning…
