After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 20

That battle became an eternal nightmare for all of Fengdu. Half the city was devastated by the Black Dragon, and countless civilians and cultivators perished beneath its claws. The man in red, having committed such heinous slaughter, looked indifferent; he stepped over the sea of corpses toward Su Mo. He knelt slowly, picked up the man who had long since stopped breathing, and pressed a light, feather-like kiss to his lips. “Momo, let us go home.”

Everyone, terrified by the Black Dragon’s overwhelming power, dared not step forward to intervene.

“Let him go. He is mine.”

Wen Muli’s face was as pale as paper. Despite his body being at the end of its strength, he refused to give up. He had failed Su Mo his entire life and had not yet atoned for his sins. He absolutely would not let anyone take him away.

One step, two steps, three steps. Wen Muli gasped for air, struggling with every inch as he approached the man in red holding Su Mo’s body. The latter looked at him with mocking eyes.

The distance closed, closer and closer. Wen Muli’s heart hammered against his ribs. Finally, they were within reach. If he only lifted his hand, he could touch Su Mo’s face once more. But his hand froze, suspended in mid-air.

A shadow suddenly darted out. Wen Muli’s body jolted; his eyes widened in shock as he slowly looked down. A sharp dagger was plunged into his heart.

“Wen Muli, you deserve to die!” Ye Lin’s eyes were bloodshot, her words dripping with hatred.

Thud. Wen Muli’s body went limp instantly.

“Su Mo.”

Bitter tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and his vision blurred. Using the last of his strength, he grabbed the hem of the red-robed man’s garment.

“If it does not belong to you, how can you hope to keep it?” The man in red curled his lips into a sneer, his voice cold. He merely took one step back, breaking Wen Muli’s grip. The distance between them was not great, but both knew this tiny gap was an unbridgeable chasm. Unable to bear the blow any longer, Wen Muli lost consciousness.

The man in red turned his golden vertical pupils toward Ye Lin. “Will you leave with me?”

Ye Lin’s expression was calm and collected. She glanced at Su Mo’s corpse with lingering attachment, then shook her head decisively, a crazed smile appearing on her face. “The Empress is dead; it makes no difference whether I go or stay. The Empress wanted me to live, so I will live. I will remain in Fengdu, by the Emperor’s side. I am the one closest to the Empress; I will make him regret this every time he sees me. For the rest of his life, he will live in agony, surviving to atone for his sins.”

The man in red said no more. He turned and left, cradling Su Mo’s body. As soon as he was gone, the guards swarmed forward, seizing Ye Lin for daring to harm the Emperor. Ye Lin laughed mockingly, offering no resistance. She stared intensely at Wen Muli’s prone form on the ground, cursing viciously, “The Empress is finally free, but your hell has only just begun.”

Su Mo had assumed that once the mission was complete, he would soon see Little Eight again. In the hazy depths of his consciousness, he heard a panicked, childlike voice.

“Damn it, how did this happen? Why do all the NPCs in this small world have self-awareness? Damn it, it is out of control! I have to abandon this world! Rest assured, I will fulfill my promise and take you away. What is happening? Why can I not detach your soul? Heavens, why is your soul completely bound to this world? If I force you out, this world will be destroyed. If the True God Jing Chen wakes up and finds out I destroyed a small world, he will kill me. Never mind, you are on your own. I have done all I could!”

That was Little Eight’s voice. What did it mean that the world would be destroyed? And what was this about being on his own? He had worked diligently to follow the script, only to be met with this result. Su Mo felt anxious, desperate to speak, but his consciousness was too blurry to form words.

Long after Little Eight’s voice faded, a deep, masculine voice appeared. “Tsk, it is all in shambles now. Good thing I arrived! You are lucky to have met me. If one day you see that old relic Jing Chen, remember to give him my regards.”

Who are you? And who is Jing Chen? If you do not tell me your name, how can I pass on your regards? Su Mo was desperate, longing to open his eyes and see who this was. But he could not; no matter how hard he tried, he could only see two blurry figures.

“Feng Yan, you are making trouble again!” This time, a different, cool, masculine voice spoke.

“Yu, I am not making trouble; I am helping him. His soul did not belong to this world. Because of Little Eight’s reckless meddling, all the central characters in this world have awakened their self-awareness ahead of schedule. Now, this small world has completely detached from the plot, becoming a complete and independent realm. Other small worlds are much the same. As a wandering soul from another world, no matter where he goes, he will be rejected by the Heavenly Dao that has developed its own intelligence. If I do not help him, he is doomed to die.” The deep voice softened, turning gentle.

The cool voice sighed. Su Mo felt a warm hand rest on his forehead. “You are a pitiful soul. Staying behind might be a new beginning, after all, your regrets remain unfulfilled. Let me give you a blessing: May you suffer no more in this life. You will receive all the love you deserve, and there will be someone willing to give everything for you, cherishing what you cherish, loving what you love, and feeling your pain. May all your wishes come true.”

Who is he? Su Mo asked subconsciously.

The stranger did not speak, but he seemed to sense Su Mo’s question. After a light laugh, the cool voice replied gently: “You will know, the moment you meet. From now on, you no longer need to be a puppet. In this life, fulfill your regrets and live well.”

Su Mo’s eyes dampened, and he thanked him silently in his heart: “Thank you.”

The footsteps faded into the distance, and his consciousness grew dim once more. He did not know how much time had passed before he heard a long-lost voice. The voice was not foreign; in fact, it was very familiar.

“Brother Su, it is I who have failed you. This is the only thing I can do for you. I will nurture your remaining soul fragments in this inverted scale. One day, you will surely encounter your scattered soul, and when your spirit and soul merge, you will truly be resurrected. At that time, forget these past grievances and live your own life. I only hope we can meet again one day. No, better that we do not. After all, it was I who killed you. I am sorry, I am truly sorry!”

Was that Yan Yichen? Su Mo was uncertain. The voice lacked its usual vigor, sounding instead full of remorse and loneliness, his tone as raspy as a broken bellows.

He drifted back into a deep sleep. A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

“Chase him! Damn that stinking idiot, he actually dared to kick me! If I catch him, I will skin him alive!”

Under the moonlight, a youth’s arrogant and overbearing voice echoed through the woods. A group of Foundation Establishment youths were in hot pursuit of a massive, hulking young man.