The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 8

At that same moment, inside Lin Lin’s belly, Lin Yang was half-kneeling on the bed, propped up on his arms as he looked down at Lin’s corpse.

Lin’s neck was snapped; his head was separated from his body.

Lin Yang cradled Lin’s head, his pitch-black eyes staring at the ashen face like a vulture, lost in thought. After a long moment, Lin Yang opened the room’s storage cabinet. He searched for a while before luckily finding a needle and thread.

The thread was white. Lin Yang sliced open his palm, allowing his dark red blood to soak the white thread before threading the needle.

Then, he returned to the bed and placed Lin’s head and body together, sewing them back together with meticulous care.

00, who had been trying to minimize its presence by shrinking into a tiny corner ever since Lin arrived, crawled out. “Master, what are you doing? This avatar is dead; it can’t feel any pain.”

Lin Yang’s expression was deadly serious. “I know. I am stitching together my trophy.”

A chill ran through 00.

What kind of freak turns someone’s corpse into a trophy?

“All finished.”

Lin Yang’s needlework was actually quite good. The red thread was sewn neatly, encircling the neck like a scarlet shackle. This avatar looked exactly like Lin—completely white from head to toe. Consequently, the vivid red at the neck appeared even more striking.

Lin Yang loathed Lin, but he did not dislike a dead Lin.

Though the avatar was dead, its eyes remained open. Lin Yang posed his trophy in a cross-legged sitting position on the floor right beside the head of his bed. Now, he only had to open his eyes to see Lin’s ashen face—a constant reminder that the Evil One had actually resorted to suicide just to escape this place.

It was fascinating. Lin Yang was immensely satisfied.

He clapped his hands and went back to sleep. Tomorrow morning, he would head to the Prison Tower again to “foster feelings” with Lin.

00 watched the entire process from the sidelines, its golden eyes filled with terror as it looked at Lin Yang. Its Master had said the prisoner in the dungeon was just an ordinary human.

But is this something an ordinary human would do?!

Placing a rival’s corpse by one’s own bed—wouldn’t he have nightmares at night?! Furthermore, to dare treat the Evil God’s remains in such a manner… 00’s gaze toward Lin Yang shifted from pure fear to a hint of awe.

00 didn’t dare climb back onto the bed. It crawled into the cabinet and hid until it could no longer see the faces of the Evil God or Lin Yang before it felt safe enough to hug its tail and sleep.

That night, Lin Yang finally slept with the corners of his mouth turned upward.

Lin appeared in his dreams, where Lin Yang used a simple, unadorned kitchen knife to hack him into a bloody pulp, stroke by stroke. He reached his hands into Lin’s eye sockets, personally gouging out that pair of beautiful, bewitching ice-white eyeballs and pressing them into his own sockets.

Lin Yang snapped his eyes open. He looked at his hands, then felt his own face. It was clean; not a single drop of blood.

Lin Yang felt a twinge of disappointment.

His desire to kill the Evil One was so profound it had turned into madness. He harbored a morbid craving for everything related to the creature. Lin Yang steadied his breathing, trying to pull himself away from the trembling excitement.

He was vaguely aware that he was becoming increasingly abnormal—his emotions were spiraling out of control more frequently. He was becoming… like a monster.

Lin Yang recalled Fu Bai’s words: no human lives for a thousand years. He no longer belonged to humanity. Fu Bai had been speaking of himself, yet Lin Yang saw his own reflection in those words.

He covered his face with one hand, his expression on the verge of collapsing several times. When his hand moved away, it was once again the face of a smiling, bewitching beauty.

He stepped off the bed barefoot. After a simple wash, he heard Fu Bai’s voice. “Lin Yang, may I come in?”

“Come in.”

The rooms here had no doors. To respect Lin Yang’s privacy, Fu Bai kept his head down as he entered. Upon hearing Lin Yang’s permission, Fu Bai looked up. Immediately, he sucked in a sharp breath. His hand trembled as he pointed at the “collared,” cross-legged Lin, his voice stammering, “You… you… you kidnapped the Lord Evil God from the Temple and brought him here?!”

This person said yesterday he wanted the Evil God’s heart, and today the Evil God is in his room, sitting on the floor by the bed. Truly terrifying!

Lin Yang turned his gaze. “No, this is—”

The name ‘Lin’ was on the tip of his tongue, but he paused. “This is an avatar of the Evil God. It died here last night.”

Fu Bai: “Oh.”

That’s still very wrong! Keeping the Evil God’s remains in your room is horrifying; it’s not exactly a cute plush toy.

Maybe… Lin Yang is into that sort of thing?

Fu Bai forced himself to stop the wild thoughts and looked away from the remains. “I thought about what you said yesterday after I went back. Are you certain this method will work?”

“Ask him.” Lin Yang pointed to 00, who was currently having a grand time playing with water while clutching its tail.

00 was suddenly called out. “Ah! Right, yes. Using this method is definitely correct.”

In truth, it didn’t know either. During the thousand years it had been raised by the Evil God in the Ice Crystal Palace, it had spent every day either eating or sleeping. When it got bored, it read the books left behind by humans. It didn’t care for dry, academic knowledge; it preferred the stories humans told.

As for why the Evil God had exploded into fragments, 00 had no clue. It was only out of desperation that it had turned to Lin Yang.

The thousand years the Evil God spent in the Ice Crystal Palace were mostly spent with Lin Yang. During that millennium, the Evil God had been peaceful and had never gone mad. Thus, 00 thought that if the Evil God could fall in love with Lin Yang, He might give up the idea of destroying the world for Lin Yang’s sake.

Fu Bai looked at the palm-sized, strange creature with a snake tail and bird wings, hesitating. “Is this… the Evil God’s son?”

00’s round eyes widened.

Lin Yang looked at 00. The original body of the Evil God had no tail or wings; the fragments in this world only revealed them at certain moments. Now that Fu Bai mentioned it, Lin Yang thought they did look quite alike.

He smiled. “Correct. This is the son the Evil God and I conceived together. He is our child.”

00: “?”

Fu Bai’s expression shifted to one of “so that’s how it is.” “I didn’t expect you and the Evil God to have such a relationship. In that case, things will be much easier. With you to persuade Him, the Evil God will surely listen. Gaining the Evil God’s heart isn’t a pipe dream after all—after all, you even have a child together.”

Lin Yang continued to smile. “Naturally. Now that there is a child, the Evil God cannot back out of his obligations.”

One was brave enough to lie, and the other was brave enough to believe. They completely ignored the fact that men cannot give birth, giving 00 no chance to interject. 00 went numb. It actually quite liked the idea of being the child of Lin Yang and the Evil God—the two most powerful beings in existence.

But it wasn’t!

With this deception, once the true Evil God returned, wouldn’t it be skinned alive?