The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 4

Lin Yang’s skull lolled limply as his pitch-black pupils met the hollow, bloody eye of the Evil One.

Suddenly, Lin Yang’s wounds began to knit together with an eerie, supernatural speed. He snapped his head back into place just as the Evil One’s ice-white eye restored itself to its original form.

For a heartbeat, they were motionless. In the next, the freezing snow-blade and the treacherous blood-water lunged at each other simultaneously.

The blade pierced the Evil One’s heart while the blood-water transformed into tentacles, snapping every bone in Lin Yang’s body.

Lin Yang collapsed onto the blood-soaked altar, a mangled heap. The Evil One remained sitting perfectly upright, having not moved half an inch. Its pupils looked down at Lin Yang with indifference, and its pale lips parted. “You cannot kill me.”

“Ha… Hahaha!” Lin Yang’s bones began to fuse back together. The pain felt as if his body had been tossed into a meat grinder, yet he laughed. Supporting himself with one arm, he raised his slender left hand to reveal a bright red object held before the Evil One. “Lin… so your heart is just like a human’s? It’s bright red.”

It was beautiful—beautiful in a way that shouldn’t belong to a monster.

Lin Yang opened his mouth and, with a beaming smile, swallowed the heart whole.

His vividly colored lips were stained with even more blood, and his fair skin was encroached upon by an ominous crimson. On the altar, the imprisoned Evil One looked like a fallen deity in distress, while Lin Yang appeared to be the true “Evil One”—the monster feared and loathed by all, reaching a peak of malice and a madness of beauty.

Lin watched Lin Yang’s white teeth, pink tongue, and tender throat—all occupied by its own flesh and blood—before being swallowed into Lin Yang’s stomach.

A human’s stomach… what does it look like?

This thought, along with endless waves of malice, drifted through Lin’s mind like a drop of water into a deep sea—inconsequential.

Its tattered chest healed, and its ice-white pupils remained unreadable. “You are as obsessed with gouging out my heart as those other humans. The difference is that you know my name. Did we know each other once?”

An Evil God was an Evil God—the source of all sin. No living being ever considered an Evil God a biological entity, let alone a person; naturally, no one knew that the Evil God possessed a name.

Lin Yang had learned that name during his countless battles with the God—he had lost track of which one. Back then, humanity had not yet surrendered. He had been gravely wounded by the God, his mouth and nose filled with blood, his black eyes barely able to see, hanging on by a single thread of breath.

He had sprawled pathetically on the ground, his broken fingers clutching the corner of the God’s robe. He turned up a face distorted by blood and asked, “Why don’t you take my life?”

The Evil God was a deity of filth, the bringer of calamity and despair, yet it had a strange affinity for the color white. As Lin Yang clutched the robe, the pristine white was instantly fouled by blood.

The God’s beautiful brow furrowed.

It was unbearable.

It severed the hand Lin Yang used to clutch its robe and cleansed the blood from the white fabric. Its voice was freezing. “You have a powerful desire to live.”

It had always known that humans were resilient creatures, but it had never seen one like the man on the ground—carrying absolute hope, as blazing as an eternal sun, manically burning through everything.

The God had seen many things, both beautiful and hideous, yet none had ever caused a ripple in its heart. For the first time, it paused its gaze. It wanted to destroy this sun, yet it felt a flicker of hesitation.

The God’s white eyelashes trembled. Could I actually feel pity?

Lin Yang’s lips pulled back into a grin. “If you don’t kill me, I will grow stronger every day. One day, I will be strong enough to kill you. Wait for me. My name is Lin Yang.”

“Very well. I shall wait. My name is Lin.”

No matter how resilient, a human’s lifespan was barely a century. To Lin, a hundred years was but the blink of an eye. It cursed the human named Lin Yang with immortality, ensuring he would never find the release of death amidst his suffering and despair.

The terrifying pressure within the altar was now even heavier than when Lin Yang first entered.

It seemed the little feathered snake was right. Even as a fragment, the Evil God retained its core traits: they could not be killed, and the damage they sustained only made them more powerful.

Lin Yang licked the blood from his lips and shakily stood up. As he rose, Lin’s gaze followed him upward, shifting into an admiring, look-up posture.

The fragment had no memory of the past.

Lin Yang looked at the face that made him want to vomit. “Of course we know each other.”

A smile played on Lin Yang’s lips, but his eyes remained frozen. His tone was tender, almost affectionate. “I am the lover you could never obtain. My name is Lin Yang.”

“Lover?” Frost coated Lin’s ice-white face. “Then you are a useless thing.”

In an instant, the blood-water surged several meters high. The golden chains extending from the pillars writhed frantically, emitting ear-piercing shrieks. A magnificent, silvery-white fish tail dropped from the blood-water, and massive white wings unfurled. Lin stood at the highest point of the Temple, the blue light from the apex of the dome illuminating its face.

Sharp killing intent filled Lin’s ice-white eyes. “Useless things, like those disgusting betrayers, should all vanish from this world.”

Numerous white feathers, along with the blood-water, lunged at Lin Yang. It was exactly like the scene Lin Yang had witnessed from inside Lin Lin’s stomach. The blood and arrows besieged the entire Temple; there was nowhere to hide.

Although he was immortal under the curse, it did not mean he couldn’t feel pain. On the contrary, because of the curse, Lin Yang’s pain receptors were dozens of times more sensitive than a normal person’s.

The blood-water corroded his skin, and the feather-arrows pierced his flesh. Each one felt like a thousand needles through his heart.

Under the unbearable agony, Lin Yang’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat. His body was riddled with bloody holes, yet he didn’t care for the bone-deep pain. His pitch-black eyes stared unblinkingly at the holy yet sinister monster beneath the dome.

A useless thing?

Ha. Interesting.

He felt that the extra tail and wings on this Evil One were just as useless as they were beautiful. It would be better to cut them all off.

The snow-white blade solidified in Lin Yang’s palm. He fought with a completely suicidal style, ignoring the blood and arrows piercing his body. His target was clear: the wings behind Lin.

Sensing Lin Yang’s intent, Lin swatted him away with its tail. Lin Yang tumbled across the floor. Lin pressed down, its hand crushing Lin Yang’s throat. A rare flash of impatience appeared on its white face. “Are you so hard to kill? What kind of monster are you?”

Lin Yang struggled for breath. Within half a second, the long blade in his hand shrank into a small dagger. He lunged, stabbing toward Lin’s shoulder blade. Lin recoiled, springing away from him.

Lin Yang wiped the blood from his mouth. “I’m a fucking human, not a disgusting monster!”

Lin replied indifferently, “An ant.”

Lin Yang flipped it the middle finger. “You animal!”

Lin’s gaze turned to ice, and they threw themselves into combat again.

Lin Yang couldn’t defeat Lin, and Lin couldn’t kill Lin Yang. It slapped its fish tail against the floor in irritation, its face still like a frozen mountain, as they lunged at each other with relentless ferocity.

Hiding in Lin Yang’s sleeve, 00 was dumbstruck. Events had veered completely off course! This wasn’t how the human stories went!

Shouldn’t its Master have fallen in love with Lin Yang at first sight? Shouldn’t they be gazing into each other’s eyes, living a life of shameless bliss?

How did it turn into a mutual death match?!

This wasn’t right! If they kept fighting like this, the whole world would be destroyed!

Just as 00 was losing its wits, the Temple door cracked open. The gap widened further as Lin Yang and Lin both turned toward the entrance. It was Fu Bai, who had been waiting outside.

His dark eyes had turned a hazy gray. He bowed slightly toward Lin. “Lord Evil God, please be merciful. This ignorant human has trespassed upon your Temple, but I ask that you do not lower yourself to deal with him. Allow me to take this person away.”