Chapter 464: The Evil God Festival - Boathouse

A tear melts on Sheta's face in the watery wall, which expands into a mirror-like wall of bright colors, in which Spades reflects Taville, who is also shedding a tear.

The mirrored water wall between Spades and Taville is like the glass on the stage, where the two actors look at each other through the glass, except that it is a one-way mirrored hydrological wall, so that Spades can't see Taville behind the mirror, but Taville can see Spades behind the mirror.

On the other side of the mirrored water wall, Bai Liu is standing on the left side of Spades, while on this side of the mirrored water wall, Bai Liu is standing on the right side of Taville, and on this side of the mirrored water wall, Bai Liu is talking with a smile on his face:

"What kind of feeling is it, Taville, to see one's vessel weep?"

Bai Liu laughed softly and whispered in Taville's ear, "Didn't you accept all this long ago, then why are your tears falling right now?"

"What are you suffering from, my child?"

"You are in pain and your vessel will meet Bai Liu."

Taville's left hand side suddenly opens up a wall of water, which shows the image of Bai Liu suddenly reaching out to Spades, who has just stepped into the game pool, and in the wall of water, Bai Liu tightly clutches Spades's hand, turns his head to look at him, and softly utters his own name: "Bai Liu".

Bai Liu whispers, "Same reading."

Taville's right hand side expands into another watery wall, containing an image of two men in a densely forested borderland reading the manual for a machine.

"Cuddle up."

In the watery wall, Spades wraps his arms and legs around Bai Liu, who tries to struggle, and hides under the bed, their breaths intimately intertwined.

"Kiss."

Another watery wall appeared, and Spades looked down at Bai Liu, whose eyes were closed, and slowly leaned down.

Taville's fingers curled around the handle of his chair, his breathing quickened, and he closed his eyes.

"I don't want to see it." He looked away to refuse.

"Why don't you want to see it my boy." Bai Liu bent down as he spared a glance from behind Taville's shoulder to the image of two people kissing in the watery wall in front of Taville, "Are you jealous?"

" - Jealous of the vessel that you are as a human being that is about to have the Bai Liu of your dreams, jealous of the vessel that is just like you were in the beginning, transformed from a lonely and cold creation into a monster with a soul because you were loved by Bai Liu. "

"Jealous that Spades will see, embrace, and kiss that happy Bai Liu you sacrificed your soul to wish for."

"Yes." Taville was still for a long moment before slowly opening her eyes to the image in the watery wall and admitting very softly, "I am jealous of him, of my vessel."

"I suffer from jealousy and the inability to have."

Countless transparent silk threads like falling snow drifted from the depths of the stars of the universe and fell onto Taville's body, enveloping him in a cocoon called [Agony], so that even his face could not be seen, and his voice could only be heard penetrating through the threads and coming out in a clear and calm manner.

"But I know it's not his fault, he didn't have a choice in what he was born for, it was all just a game on your part."

"The relationship between me, Bai Liu, and Spades is that of a god, a sacrifice, and a servant."

"One of the three of us must necessarily be a god, one a sacrifice that suffers because of the god, and one a squire who guards the sacrifice."

Taville's voice grew more and more tinny as more and more threads fell from her body:

"No matter who becomes a god, who is a sacrifice, who is a servant, everyone suffers."

"So in order to prevent Bai Liu from becoming a god, you chose to make the most painful kind of wish for yourself when you made your wish." Bai Liu raised an eyebrow in amusement and asked rhetorically, "You let Spades be born on purpose?"

Taville was quiet for a long, long time before she spoke and answered, "Yes."

He gazed through the densely wrapped silk threads, glancing without missing a beat at Bai Liu, who was coldly pushing away the Spades in the screen of the water-printed wall, his pupils shaking with dappled light and shadows, and his tone was light:

"I can't think of a second way to make Bai Liu happy and make me miserable at the same time."

"What a great sacrifice." Bai Liu spoke with a smirk, "This plan you and Lu Yizhan worked with would have been seamless, and as you intended, you would have next become my successor as the Evil God, guarding the door from the heretics on the other side of it, so that the workings of the world line would return to normal."

"Bai Liu will have his memories sealed away by Lu Yizhan, grow up normally under his care, become a mediocre, ordinary person in this mundane world, and then meet your stripped down vessel, aka Spades, in a light comedy love story."

"Lu Yizhan won the game, the others gained world peace, and Bai Liu gained a loved one, a friend, a lover."

"Only you, my poor child." Bai Liu puts a hand on Taville's fallen, silken shoulder and pats it as if in pity, "You've lost the few things you had, and have become a lonely and bitter soul watching the threads of a world where everyone is happy next to the door."

"It's amazing that this has been the best ending you've ever fantasized about."

"But here's what you didn't anticipate." Bai Liu placed his hand in front of the watery wall directly in front of Taville and snapped his fingers as he smiled, "There is someone who didn't follow the trajectory you and Lu Yizhan anticipated."

The image playing on the water wall lurched and began to rewind rapidly, all the images intermingled into a fragmented piece, finally stopping at the image of fourteen-year-old Bai Liu lying lazily on the edge of the pond.

At that time, Lu Yizhan had just used his skills to forcibly erase all of Bai Liu's memories of Sheta.

Lu Yizhan asks Bai Liu if he would like to change his name and escape from this place, but Bai Liu, who should remember nothing, turns his head toward the pond and says in a hoarse voice:

"I don't accept changing too many names."

Lu Yizhan asked why.

Bai Liu eyes are listless and trance said, "...... I don't know, I always feel that maybe someone ...... will come to me under my original name."

"I don't want him to be unable to find me."

Taville's pupils, hidden in a myriad of threads, plummeted.

"Surprised huh?" Bai Liu laughed, "I'm also surprised that Bai Liu can still remember you, the Memory Erase skill I gave Lu Yizhan is a God Tier Worldline skill on the same level as me, which means that not even a God can completely erase Bai Liu's memories of you."

"He doesn't know who you are, doesn't know your relationship to him, but is instinctively doing what he can to keep you."

The scene in the watery wall shifts to Lu Yizhan escaping from the orphanage with little Bai Liu.

The moment they were about to flee the orphanage, Bai Liu suddenly turned back and ran back, "Wait, I need to get something."

"What is it?" Lu Yizhan was in a hurry, "They're coming after us!"

Bai Liu didn't pause for a second: "Something important."

Lu Yizhan was stunned when Bai Liu ran out, panting, carrying something - a roll of bloodstained bandages and a torn and glued storybook.

The image in the watery wall shifts again, and a slightly older, seventeen or eighteen looking, school uniformed Bai Liu stands in the street, staring at a doll that is waving at him from the side of a shopping mall that is having a big opening sale.

Then Bai Liu walked up and looked the doll straight in the eye, "Hello."

The doll froze, then removed its hood, revealing a confused-looking real person inside, "You, hello? What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to ask." Bai Liu snapped in a calm tone, "How much does it cost to do this for about a month?"

The person in this doll stuck, he scratched his head somewhat helplessly, "Look at the dress, you're still in high school, right? There's no vacation right now either, you'd better study hard before saying anything about making money."

"It's exhausting to do this stuff, look at me, I'm only getting paid sixty dollars for half a day of hanging around here, covered in sweat."

"I'm not afraid to get tired." Bai Liu nodded his thanks, "Sixty a day is it? Thanks."

After he got the answer, he turned to leave, but the man in the doll called out to him with some reluctance, "Eh! Are you in some kind of trouble? Is there an adult in the house to feed?"

Bai Liu's back paused, and without turning around, he replied in a calm voice, "I don't know."

"But I feel as if I have one more to raise."

The man behind him didn't hear clearly, only the second half of the sentence, and bitterly urged again, "Then it doesn't have to be a pretend doll, it's very little money."

"It's not me, it's him." Bai Liu's tone was cold, "But he mostly can't do it right, so it's better if I do it."

How much money can we make playing dolls? Can it support both of us?

[I don't need you to support me, you can't afford it, just mind your own business.]

Bai Liu hooked up the corner of his mouth:

"Bai Liu clearly doesn't remember you, but ever since you disappeared, he's never stopped searching for you in this world line where your existence was erased."

"Even though Bai Liu was never found, he never suspected your existence."

Bai Liu stretched out his hand and caressed the water patterned wall, the picture in the water patterned wall turned again, he opened his mouth with a low smile:

"Even if he was skeptical about being a psychopath, he never doubted your existence."

Bai Liu, who looks like he's in his mid-twenties, sits in a poorly-equipped community counseling room, his eyes leveled at the psychiatrist across from him, his tone calm as he explains his condition:

"...... I always feel like I met someone who meant a lot to me when I was about fourteen or so, about this tall, supposedly good looking, I can't remember, with silver-blue eyes that seemed like they could drive a person crazy, but I've looked into it many times, and I've never been able to find out anything about this person. "

The psychiatrist across the room paused as he flipped through Bai Liu's case:

"It's like this Mr. Bai Liu, some children who are particularly lonely during their childhood will conjure up a friend of their own, and these friends sometimes possess some surreal characteristics, kind of like some kind of fairy tale monster."

"But such fantasies don't usually last into adulthood, do they?" Bai Liu rhetorically asked in a calm tone, "I may indeed be a psychopath, but there's no way this person is a figment of my imagination."

"Because ......"

Bai Liu suddenly fell silent.

The psychiatrist looked up and inquired, "Because of what?"

Bai Liu looked up, "Because I could sense that he wasn't some imaginary friend of mine or some monster."

"He's someone who means a lot to me."

Bai Liu smiled and whispered in the silk-covered Taville's ear:

"Bai Liu is still in love with you."

"Love the soul that you have abandoned and sacrificed."

A slow tear fell from Taville's eye, and all the watery walls in front of him cracked like smashed mirrors, and countless threads of his body flew up and away from him, as if it were a replay of a grand fall of snow.

"Don't." Taville whispered through his tears as he reached out to hold these threads that had left him, "Don't tell me this."

"Don't let me know he's still in love with me."

Taville's voice is hoarse as she looks at Bai Liu in the fragments of the watery wall, tears falling one by one:

"So that I don't have to continue to suffer, then it's going to be his turn to suffer."