Chapter 443: Evil God Festival - Boathouse

"Not her." Bai Liu explained truthfully, "It's Kitahara Xiao Kui, clothing for another sacrifice."

"She and I haven't come into contact at the North Plains house, and the clothing is only here with me for some fortuitous reason."

"Kitahara Xiao Kui?" Sheta intoned.

Bai Liu looked up sharply, "You know her?"

"I haven't met Kitahara Xiao Kui in this worldline as of yet." Sheta shook her head slightly, raising her eyes to level at Bai Liu , "but before that, I did meet her."

"She was brought to me by another child."

Bai Liu asked, "Who?"

Sheta was quiet for a few seconds, "God puts down a derivative of himself in each world line, and the derivative grows up in the world line, and then at about fourteen, he'll meet me at the orphanage."

"Although Derivatives are creations of the gods, they are like the gods in that they are naturally oriented toward lust and money, full of predation and cruelty, extremely cold and action-oriented toward humans, and very powerful, eventually becoming dominant in every worldline."

"This derivative is as much the Evil God's favored candidate for successor as I am, but we both have a fatal flaw that prevents us from becoming Evil Gods-"

Sheta's tone was soft as he looked up at Bai Liu: "We all have no souls."

"In response to the different characteristics of me and my derivatives, God developed two different programs for us to produce souls to be placed in each world line."

"He'll start by heavily exposing us to different humans, and finding one of them that we'll feel emotions for each other, and that human will be our [anchor]."

"When possessing the [Anchor], we changed from a soulless divine creation to an evil god reserve with a soul."

Sheta lowered her eyes, "Next thing you know the Evil One will be designing all sorts of game paths for us to actively destroy-"

Bai Liu lifts his eyelids, "- destroying your [anchor] so that you can make your souls worthwhile amidst the pain of losing it, yes?"

"Yes." Sheta sidled over to look at Bai Liu , "God calls this process the soul-shaping effects of the destruction and rebuilding of the [anchor]."

Bai Liu averted his gaze, commenting nonchalantly, "Sounds like the kind of research an evil god too bored to do anything would do."

"But this research has never been successful on me." Sheta obediently accepted Bai Liu's statement as he bent his knees and casually sat down by the veranda, his eyes clear as he gazed at the moon hanging in the sky, "Because no matter how much the Evil God has cast me out and how many people I've been put in contact with, I've never been able to find my own [anchor]."

"Not only that." Bai Liu's tone is flat, "You also became an [anchor] for a derivative of an evil god, didn't you?"

Sheta paused, "Yes."

"Because of my relationship with Him as a competing item, even when He had no memory of me at the new beginning of each world line, His curiosity about me was the heaviest of any human He had ever encountered."

"He'll be watching me all the time, watching the books I read, the places I frequent, how I respond after people touch me, the food kernels I eat, my attitude after being punished, and even-"

Bai Liu's tone was flat: "- it's the pinholes in your body, the eyes you deliberately cover, the fact that He will even stand at the end of your bed after you've gone to sleep, leaning down to count the number of times per minute your eyelids flutter slightly, the frequency of your heartbeat, touching your otherworldly, icy body temperature. "

Sheta's words stopped abruptly.

He fell silent, his fingers curling slightly next to Bai Liu's, his eyelashes dropping in silence as he gazed out over the pond at the goldfish that swam carefree at his chained feet.

Bai Liu turned his head, his eyes calmly and unperturbedly looking at the side of Sheta's face, "After a long time of observing you, He found out that you were different from other vulgar and lust-filled people, and gradually developed an unusual level of concern for you, and some strange feelings of wanting to be close to you, and so you became His [Anchor], isn't that right? "

"It is." Sheta's long hair swayed gently in the wind, and her tone seemed to grow light and inscrutable in the wind, "But not exactly like you said."

Sheta turned his head, his silver-blue eyes glowing with a dazzling shimmer as he looked intently at Bai Liu, who was sitting across from him : "Derivatives don't me to produce the kind of feelings you're talking about, some strange, wanting to be close to me."

"It's not necessary to generate positive emotions to become someone's [anchor]; extreme negative emotions towards the [anchor] can also give shape to a person's soul."

"The derivatives in each worldline will only have one emotion for me."

Sheta looked directly into Bai Liu's eyes and softened her tone, "That's killing intent."

"His strong desire for money will make him perceive something in me that he can use, I am the [anchor] that pulls on his desires, and as soon as he kills and lifts me, the [anchor] will sink to the bottom of the sea, and he will be able to enter into the game on a ship laden with his desires, and go on the path of the game that God has long ago written for him, and ascend to become the king in the world line. "

"Then God should be satisfied." Bai Liu calmly countered, "Shouldn't he have found an heir that meets his requirements?"

Sheta shook her head, "God is not pleased."

"The derivative that finally comes to God possesses a soul, but the soul has no texture, it's just a vessel full of desire, and there's not an ounce of pain in it."

"God doesn't like that kind of soul, He feels that a soul without pain is worthless, so He wants a vessel that can hold both pain and desire, so it's still going on and on and on and on, opening up new world lines, constantly experimenting with its own derivatives and with me and with every human in this world line."

Sheta's tone was even, "In all those times of God's experiments, I was the only creation that didn't manage to find its [anchor]."

"God has exiled me to many places so that I could find my [anchor], and He has allowed me to meet many people."

"But I still can't understand what all these people's desires and feelings are for."

"So God did it so that I could further my understanding of human desire and evil." Sheta dropped her own eyelashes slightly, "He placed me at the bottom of the ocean, at the center of the earth, 13.7 billion light years away from here in the universe, and then transformed my body in a chair."

"Under God's transformation, I became a monster, a natural evil creature."

"The gods say that when human desire touches me, it brews boundless misery and hell, and that I am a god who enjoys the faith of mankind, and so should be held responsible for the human tragedies derived from my own evil."

"Whenever someone comes close to me, the deepest evil desires of that person's heart will surface from their subconscious, and when that person's desires are strong enough, or when enough people come close to me, as long as the sum of their desires exceeds the value set by a certain evil god, their desires will be able to dissimulate a portion of my body, and turn it into some sort of a tool for the fulfillment of their desires. "

"When this [tool] trickles down into human society, it will heretically alienate humans into some kind of monster like me."

"So human society formed some kind of organization to deal with these [tools] and monsters."

Sheta raised her eyes and said calmly, "The people in this organization refer to these [tools] and those who are alienated by [tools] collectively as heretics."

"I am the sum total of all heretics, the being they would most like to destroy."

"In the path that God has set for me, the people in each world line, whether they are good or evil, in what position, with what kind of experiences and life, when they see me, they will only think two things about me-either they will want to dismantle me, or they will want to destroy me. "

"When they look into my eyes, they only coincidentally feel an extreme emotion toward me-"

"-that's fear."

Sheta's eyes were half-closed as the moonlight poured over his face, his long, half-curled, silver-blue hair glowing with a light ring of shimmering light, making his entire being appear white and flawless in the moonlight, as if he were a jade statue, and except for his slightly moving lips, it was almost impossible to tell that this god who was speaking softly was a living thing:

"God considers man to be like a mirror."

"When the person standing in front of the mirror harbors what kind of emotion toward the mirror, the mirror reflects what kind of emotion, so when one hates the other, the other reflects that emotion [of hate] toward that person."

"The first emotion God wanted me to have was fear, so he made everyone stand before me in fear, and wanted me to refract that emotion and use it as a point of origin to have a soul powerful enough to become an evil god and make everyone fearful."

"But no matter how many people stood before me in fear, I couldn't feel and understand what they were thinking, couldn't generate the same emotions as they did, so I couldn't have a soul of my own."

"God says that I am a broken mirror with no way to properly reflect the emotions of those who stand before me."

Sheta turned his head, he looked at Bai Liu with those eyes that made countless people afraid, the wind lifted up the fallen leaves and his hair, in front of Bai Liu's eyes like flowing water and dark clouds, like the tone of Sheta's mouth at this moment is as light as the spirit:

"But Bai Liu is different."

"When Bai Liu stood in front of me, I could feel a very strange emotion."

Sheta hands on the side wall of the corridor, his shoulders leaned forward, close to Bai Liu, that pair of soul-stirring silver-blue eyes in front of Bai Liu enlarged, which reflected the color of the moon and the color of the water, as if the light of the sky and the moon in his eyes are all blended, bright into a piece of ambiguous pus, but the opening is such as a pond under the foot of the clarity of nothing to know:

"This feeling makes me want to watch you all the time, to read books with you, to go to the places you frequent, to know how you respond when people touch you, to know what kind of food you've eaten-"

"--even wanting to undress you and scrutinize the wounds that are deliberately blocking you, wanting to stand at the end of your bed after you've gone to sleep and lean down to count the number of times per minute that your eyelids flutter slightly, the frequency of your heart's beats, to touch you and me differently-- -"

"--warm body heat."

Sheta reaches out and touches the side of Bai Liu's face very gently, as if she were touching a goldfish in a pond, and looks down at Bai Liu, inquiring earnestly:

"Bai Liu can you tell me what is this feeling that I refract to you whenever you look at me, this feeling that makes me a little strange?"

Bai Liu's heart skipped a beat.