The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 14

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang manifested a delicate dagger in his hand. Without hesitation, he gouged out both of his own eyes and placed them into Lin’s palm.

Lin looked at Lin Yang’s hollow sockets and the blood flowing from them. The eyes in its palm suddenly felt a bit scorching. It didn’t want Lin Yang to look wretched, but if asked once more if it wanted them, it wouldn’t hesitate for a second: it wanted them.

Thus, its guilt became hypocritical, and its apology sounded more like a pose. It liked the way Lin Yang had looked at it just now, and it wanted to collect the vessel that had allowed Lin Yang to reveal such an emotion.

New pupils grew back in Lin Yang’s eye sockets. He indifferently wiped away the bloodstains on his cheeks and asked, “Are there any other parts you want?”

Lin Yang’s tone was as casual as a butcher in a market asking a customer which cut of meat they wanted to buy.

Lin shook its head. It sealed the pupils in its palm within ice crystals and said to Lin Yang: “Goodnight.”

It rarely spoke those two words; the pronunciation was stiff and strange, like a monster that had just learned human language.

“Goodnight, goodnight,” Lin Yang said, waving his hand at Lin in a perfunctory farewell. His mind was on the infants; facing such soft creatures, he felt somewhat at a loss. He dispatched 00 to fetch Fu Bai.

During the wait, Lin Yang kept his eyes on the newborns on the ground. Silver Merfolk infants were slightly different from human infants; they had shimmering white scales on their faces and pointed ears.

Lin Yang loathed non-human monsters. In this world, the Silver Merfolk had stolen human voices and legs, yet they suffered the same agony when they were erased in the temple. Lin Yang watched these reclaimed lives, then looked up at the shimmering sky made of seawater. The suspended Prison Tower occupied the center of his vision.

Thick chains, like countless tentacles, nailed the temple in place. They bound the Evil God’s main body, preventing it from stepping out. But did there truly exist a being in this world powerful enough to imprison the Evil God?

Lin Yang had fought the Evil God for a thousand years, yet he had never wondered why it wanted to destroy the world. To him, that was a question that required no thought. The simple fact that it was the Evil God was reason enough.

But Lin’s slaughter of this world seemed more like retaliation; it clearly loathed the humans and Silver Merfolk here. Lin Lin had said that during the first few years the Evil God arrived in this world, it wasn’t quite this mad…

“Lin Yang, you called for me… this is…” Fu Bai looked at the dozens of infants on the ground, sounding uncertain. “Did you and the Evil God… have these?”

Lin Yang: “…”

“These are the people the Evil God killed in the temple. It returned them to me, but they have to be raised from infancy again. I don’t know how to look after children, so I must trouble you to return them to their families. I’m not familiar with this place.”

Hearing this, Fu Bai revealed a look of shock. “The Evil God can actually reverse life and death? What terrifying power that must be.”

Fu Bai knelt to inspect the children; they were indeed newborns. “Rest assured, I will notify their families to take them back.”

Lin Yang waited a while longer, and soon dozens of women arrived. This was the first time Lin Yang had seen women in this world. Their limbs were thin but their bellies were rounded; both the Silver Merfolk and the humans had legs, and the human women’s voices were normal. Seeing the infants on the ground, they burst into tears, picking up the babies and thanking Lin Yang countless times.

Zhuo and Qi Xun arrived as well. Zhuo was still wrapped up tightly, though he had changed into a pair of lace gloves. His silver eyes watched the scene. “Oh, this is truly a miracle. The people who died a few days ago have all been reborn as infants. It seems that Evil God has moments of soft-heartedness too.”

So many humans and Silver Merfolk had died after the Great Calamity; Zhuo and Qi Xun conducted survivor surveys and registered the dead daily. If humans or Silver Merfolk died on the ground, their souls would be reclaimed by the White Tower. Often, these souls would lose consciousness and become evil spirits. However, souls that died in the temple could not be reclaimed. A few days ago, such unreclaimable souls had appeared.

Qi Xun watched the women leave with the infants, his gaze heavy and his voice raspy and unpleasant. “This may not necessarily be a good thing.”

Zhuo shrugged. “Qi Xun, you’re always worrying about the sky falling. Present happiness is more important than anything. If you think too far ahead, you’ll age very quickly.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Zhuo touched his hair. “This is the first time a lost life could be snatched back from the Evil God’s hands. Lin Yang’s ‘honey trap’ is indeed somewhat useful. It’s a pity I don’t like men.”

Qi Xun’s lip twitched. He had seen the way Lin Yang looked after smashing himself into pieces from that height. To seduce an evil and powerful existence like the Evil God… no one could do it except a lunatic like Lin Yang. Combined with Lin Yang’s invincible healing ability—an existence like a bug—he was the only human in this world capable of walking before the Evil God.

Qi Xun was the last to leave. Before departing, he looked at Lin Yang; he still suspected him of being a believer of the Evil God. His eyes held an unconcealed loathing, which he tried to suppress as he whispered, “Be careful lately. Human hearts are hard to read.”

Lin Yang glanced at Qi Xun and said with a smile, “Thank you.”

Qi Xun shuddered. “Don’t smile at me like that! Go seduce your Evil God!” He left, covered in goosebumps.

Lin Yang stood where he was, indifferent to Qi Xun’s words. For a thousand years, humanity had been united in the belief that defeating the Evil God was their common goal—it was just that in the end, those people grew tired. Lin Yang took a deep breath; people would do anything to stay alive, and he didn’t blame them.

It was just that his heart would occasionally throb with pain. His friends and family had lived for a century after choosing to coexist with the monster, eventually passing away with white hair—what they considered a peaceful death. When they left, the evil creature had come to his cage and asked if he wanted to see them off according to human customs.

Lin Yang had refused. He did not accompany them on their final journey.

The inverted seawater whipped up surging waves. Lin Yang looked up at the Silver Merfolk tails in the sea, which looked like stars. He dug into his own palm with his nails—one drop, two drops, three drops of blood dripped onto the silt at his feet.

Perhaps he had been deceiving himself all along. He repeatedly told himself he didn’t blame them and that he should respect others’ choices, but emotionally, he was still resentful. Those people weren’t just “others”; they were those closest to him. How could they abandon him all alone?

Lin Yang quickly adjusted his emotions. He turned to enter Lin Lin’s belly, but suddenly found he couldn’t move. He looked down and saw several black silk threads emerging from the silt, greedily licking the blood on the ground. Insatiably, they wound around Lin Yang’s legs and crawled upward. Cold, soft tentacles pressed against Lin Yang’s mangled palm, drinking the blood before rubbing against him in a fawning manner.

Just like in the blood pool that day, these black threads all wanted to be close to Lin Yang. They slaughtered one another viciously, as only the winner could earn the right to touch him.

Lin Yang watched with a cold eye and unconsciously smiled.

“Like dogs.”

“Like a pack of mad dogs fighting over food.”

Lin Yang knelt, slicing his palm and letting the blood flow freely to attract even more black threads. The threads that licked the blood gradually grew thicker, forming tentacles. These tentacles clung to Lin Yang like puppies, refusing to leave.

The black threads that couldn’t touch Lin Yang grew envious, exerting themselves to grow stronger and killing the tentacles entwined around him. Then, they wriggled and twisted around Lin Yang’s legs, as if begging for praise.

I am the most powerful. Beautiful Yang Yang human likes me.

Lin Yang raised an eyebrow. The voice produced by these tentacles was identical to Lin’s, but it was unconsciously coquettish—completely different from Lin’s cold tone. He regretted that mobile phones had disappeared; otherwise, he would have recorded this and played it on loop in front of the main body in the temple tomorrow morning.

In a pleasant mood, Lin Yang patted the head of a tentacle and smiled: “Good puppy.”

The temperature of the stroked tentacle spiked instantly, turning a beautiful, vivid red. it couldn’t help but try to burrow into Lin Yang’s robes.

Lin Yang indulged it with a smile; he did not stop it. He didn’t loathe that feeling he’d had in the blood pool—being filled, being wrapped, his mind going blank, unable to spare a single shred of energy to sink into the pain of a slow death. It was as addictive as alcohol.

Unfortunately, it had been a very, very long time since alcohol had appeared in the world.

That vivid red, terrifyingly snake-like tentacle grew bolder under Lin Yang’s indulgence.

I love the smell of Yang Yang human so much. I like Yang Yang human’s skin. It’s so smooth here. It’s so warm here.

The giant rock Lin Lin closed its eyes. So shameful! It hadn’t realized Lin Yang played so “wildly.” What would happen if the Great Evil God found out Lin Yang was making it a cuckold!

Lin Lin was terrified. It was just a little stone; it didn’t want to be shot to death by the Evil God’s feathered arrows!

Lin Yang’s clothes remained completely on his body, though the collar was slightly mussed. However, more and more vivid red tentacles were winding around him. They crawled up his arms and cheeks until, gradually, Lin Yang was no longer visible. It was as if he were being swallowed by a swarm of venomous, brilliant red snakes.

Suddenly, a tentacle entwined around Lin Yang exploded into pungent blood-water. Then, like fireworks, the tentacles on Lin Yang’s body exploded one by one. In less than three seconds, every one of those tentacles had been annihilated.

A hand radiating coldness wiped the blood from Lin Yang’s cheek. Lin’s duplicate stood before the youth, who was now limp on the ground. Its tone was icy.

“Are you having fun playing with those filthy things?”

Lin Yang stared at Lin. The evil creature’s face was indifferent, yet its ice-white skin was suffused with a suspicious pink—from its cheeks and earlobes to its neck, burning all the way down to where Lin Yang’s gaze could not reach.

Lin Lin, who had quietly opened one eye to a slit, was so nervous it could barely breathe. What it feared had come to pass: the Evil God had discovered so quickly that Lin Yang was cuckolding it. It was over.

Lin Lin didn’t know that those moving black threads were actually a part of the Evil God. Once severed by the Evil God, they could survive indefinitely as long as they weren’t killed.

Lin Yang smiled. He really wasn’t suited for smiling; when he did, his eyes narrowed like a fox’s and his white teeth showed through red lips. He looked like a poisonous flower in full, decadent bloom—limitlessly enchanting.

His voice was lazy. “Puppy, woof.”