Chapter 230
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Absorption and fusion, or my being eaten.
In the end, it has to be either absorption or fusion.
“If I absorb you here, will the eons you spent in this world really enter my head?”
“Probably. If your mental fortitude isn’t strong enough, your personality will slowly change into the old you, won’t it?”
Hmm. That might definitely be a bit painful.
“What if we become one?”
“If we become one, even my mind would become one with yours. So there wouldn’t be any mental shock. Though a change in personality would remain.”
Right. I would probably develop the personality of the old Aži Dahaka.
And the elements of a crazy bitch lesbian would mix into that.
“Conversely, what if I get eaten by you?”
“I would completely take your memories. I, who was a part of you, would become the main body.”
“In short, Dark Yongyong-i becomes the main body.”
Oh, I get eaten by another me.
Where else would you see such an edgy setting?
Honestly, it sounds fun.
Of course, that just means it looks fun; I have no intention of actually getting eaten.
Looking closely, this bitch doesn’t seem to have any intention of doing that either.
“Whether I get eaten or I eat you, neither is superior in the end. It’s just a question of who becomes the dominant entity.”
“Hoh. I see.”
If so, both merging into one and my being swallowed by her are no good.
Is absorption the answer after all?
Or what about staying separated like this?
“What about staying separated like this?”
Wouldn’t it be better for both of us to just stay separated?
“Do you think that’s possible? Just by my existence alone, the world will eventually end up being eroded, you know? In the end, I myself will disappear too.”
That’s another problem that won’t do.
Then, is becoming one the best option after all?
“That’s a shame.”
“So you’d better choose quickly, alright?”
Isn’t this quite troubling?
It’s certain that a change will come to me either way.
If so, do I have no choice but to trust my mental fortitude?
I mean, I can’t just sit still and take it as the main body. So absorption must be the only answer.
But what if absorption fails?
If a problem occurs with absorption, this is a gamble in its own right.
If so, is becoming one the best choice?
“Then becoming one is the answer.”
If I want to eliminate all risks, that is the answer.
“Well, there will definitely be a difference.”
The fragment was smiling bizarrely before I knew it.
“Huh?”
“Since our minds are already half-fused like this.”
I slightly lowered my eyes and chuckled.
“…Right.”
Before I knew it, my body had also turned pitch black.
My body was painted with a sticky black substance.
“The fusion has already begun. It’s thanks to you, in the end. As we reached climax together, our minds started fusing into one.”
It does seem that way.
The sensation is somewhat new.
I am looking at the fragment with my own eyes, but I am also seeing myself through the fragment’s field of vision.
Is this what it means to become one?
“Mm. Then in the end.”
“It’s because of that pervert personality of yours.”
If she puts it like that, I have nothing to say either.
“Huu. This is really driving me crazy.”
Doesn’t that mean I brought this upon myself?
Mmm. That might not matter much either.
As long as it feels this good.
It’s something I have to handle in the first place anyway.
But the fragment, which had been fusing for a while, blinked.
“But looking at you now, you seem a little different.”
“Huh?”
Different how?
Are you saying there’s something else?
“Well, it doesn’t matter. The roots are the same. It’s actually not bad since I can taint you.”
What on earth does that mean?
“What do you mean?”
“In short, you are not the main body, but you will become the main body.”
I’m not the main body but I’ll become the main body? Then does that mean I’m a different person?
“Wh-what on earth does that me - “
With those words, the fragment melted, clung to my body, and began to dissolve.
And the world collapsed.
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When I came to my senses, I was in an unknown place.
No, it was a space that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
“What is this place? Is it Hell?”
For Hell, it somehow looks familiar.
Right. It looks just like the destroyed World of the Ancients I was in until a moment ago.
“It’s not Hell. It’s the scene from when the main body first came to this world. Look in the mirror.”
The fragment pulled out a full-length mirror and showed it to me.
But what was reflected in the mirror was some blonde little kid.
“What, why is it a young child?”
“The main body possessed a dead lover.”
“Was there a need to possess someone?”
Why would a bitch who already has a body do that?
“Crossing between worlds is the authority of a god. It was difficult even for the main body. To recover, a physical body from that world was needed.”
“Is that so?”
“There happened to be a dead Lover, and the main body that possessed that child lived like that child.”
The screen changed.
Aži Dahaka, the former me, lived in the World of the Ancients in the body of the possessed little kid.
Suddenly, there was something I was curious about.
If she lived in that body, how would she grow up?
“It’s a bit awkward to say this, but what happens to her appearance then?”
“You’re curious about that in this situation?”
“It’s similar to a vassal asking “Is she pretty?” when a woman is brought up.”
I’m curious, you know.
If she grew up in that state, what kind of appearance would she have?
“Contrary to your expectations, she returns to her original appearance as she grows up. The dead child’s body was just a vessel.”
“Fascinating.”
“And the main body betrayed the vassal she grew up with and even promised to marry and destroyed the world.”
As the fragment waved her hand, the scene changed.
Aži Dahaka was destroying the world, and a vassal was trying to stop her.
It was just like a demon king and a hero, with the hero trying to stop the demon king.
- Please, snap out of it!
- You’re misunderstanding something, Aiden. This is me in the first place.
- What?
- The child you liked was already a dead body at the age of 8. I’m the one who took over that body. Ah, don’t misunderstand. Your Excellency is in a dead Child’s body.
The vassal, enraged at Aži Dahaka for taking over the body of the woman he liked, lunged at Aži Dahaka and his neck was sliced right off.
“What, that’s scary.”
Oh my, how terrible. Yongyong-i cannot watch such terrible things.
“Is that really so?”
“Huh?”
“Even if you aren’t the main body, the roots are the same, so you should be exactly alike?”
I mean, what on earth does that mean?
“What does that - “
“Now, look again at that vassal drowning in despair and the humans facing death right before their eyes.”
The fragment grabbed my face and forced me to look at the despairing vassal and the Ancients.
Right. It’s definitely gruesome.
“No, wait, I - “
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
There’s no way it feels good.
“That’s. No, I’m not this kind of psycho - “
“I’m telling you it’s true. The roots are the same in the end, so don’t pretend otherwise. You actually know it too, don’t you?”
Right, I can’t say it’s not there. But still, it’s not to this extent.
I’m not a crazy bitch who just rejoices at seeing a Hellscape.
If I listen to those words here any longer, I feel like I’ll go crazy.
If so, there’s only one answer.
I slapped the fragment’s cheek with all my might.
Smack!
Her face turned to the side in an instant, and she made an expression drenched in betrayal, looking as if she would say “How could you” at any moment.
“No, fuck, we were beating the crap out of each other just a moment ago, and now you’re acting betrayed like crazy.”
We were fighting even worse just a moment ago, so what the hell.
I will absolutely not become a pervert who enjoys things like this.
“Even so, still.”
“This is my answer.”
“What?”
“Sure, I might like it since our roots are the same. But that’s that, and this is this. The current me would rather scissor instead of doing something like that.”
If I had to do something, maybe hunting a woman on the street and half-forcing her to scissor?
Isn’t that the standard for a crazy bitch lesbian?
That’s better; suddenly saying murder is good or whatever just makes you look like a psychopath.
“So that’s how it is in the end.”
“Yeah. That’s how it is.”
Her somewhat bitter smile doesn’t give me a good feeling at all.
“I guess we have no choice but to be different.”
“Yeah.”
“Then it can’t be helped.”
The fragment’s atmosphere changed again.
If she was trying to use persuasion on me until a moment ago, now it is as if she’s completely targeting me. Her two eyes stare at me as if they are piercing right through me.
“What are you talking about?”
“Actually, I was just planning to get absorbed. I told you. You are different. So I have to taint you even a little bit.”
“Huh?”
The fragment clung to me and began to be absorbed into my body.
I’m barely holding on, but my strength is draining regardless.
It feels like my consciousness is fading away again.
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My consciousness was disappearing for only a moment.
I was dragged away as if being pulled by something. When I came to my senses, I was sitting face-to-face with Author Yu Eunha.
It seems I was called for a slightly different reason this time.
“What on earth happened? That appearance is just like your old appearance.”
Author Yu Eunha sighed upon seeing my appearance.
No, it’s not something to sigh about.
It’s not like I’m doing this because I want to either.
“Well, it turned out like this.”
“Do you feel like you want to kill people or something? Do you have those kinds of urges? Like wanting to eat people. Things like that.”
Well. I don’t care what happens to other people.
“No? Not at all.”
“Hmm. It seems your pervert nature was stronger than the fragment’s will, more than expected.”
“You think so?”
Anyway, since I’m keeping my sanity, it seems to be the case.
“Though you’re somehow closer to Aži Dahaka’s appearance.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s vastly different from before.”
Does it feel like my breasts got bigger?
My breasts are magnificent! Is this really the same Yongyong-i who used to be like a loser/nerd?
If I say this, Ray might grab me by the hair and make me eat snake soup for a month.
I can’t face such a result.
“There’s something like the atmosphere you give off. Before, I just thought you were simply like a pervert. Now, how should I say it? I don’t know.”
Author Yu Eunha stares intently up and down my body.
“Well, isn’t it fine either way?”
“Does it feel like your body has become more lewd?”
What’s that. You’re making me out to be a pervert.
“You surely say things like that easily.”
“Originally, Aži Dahaka’s body is quite ideal. Of course, since you’re in my body, you can’t help but be pretty, but I mean that unique style and all. Ah, right, it’s that kind of atmosphere. Before, even if you were incredibly pretty, you just looked like a lesbian.”
Then does that mean it’s more different now?
“And?”
“It’s now a strange state where the two are combined? The kind that makes both dicks and pussies horny?”
“No, originally, aren’t males who don’t get hard looking at me idiots?”
It’s awkward to say this with my own mouth.
I know because I’ve lived a vassal’s life too.
Honestly, isn’t a bastard who doesn’t get hard looking at a female like me the weird one?
“I don’t mean it like that. It feels like you’re seducing males with your atmosphere. There’s that unique something anyway.”
Ah, I know that kind of atmosphere.
It’s not actively seducing, but exuding a female’s pheromones and seducing males through movements or the atmosphere itself. That’s the kind of thing.
You can feel that from me?