The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 836 Ch.835 Inferiority, Jealousy and Fear
Tick.

Tick.

Rose opened her eyes.

In a steel tunnel paved with wriggling flesh, concentrated acid drew out long streams of saliva.

The dark green and grayish-white foul-smelling smoke devoured each other, forming whirlpools of varying sizes.

She rose from the minced meat and shook off millions of shiny, fat maggots from her skin.

"…Roland?"

Rose cried softly.

She suppressed the trembling and touched her neck, then her face and the ends of her hair.

Slowly grabbed it a few times.

Among the curled strands, she could not find the metal knot that she had been wrapped in since she became a ritualist.

"A dream."

Green Eyes blinked a few times, and he stood up despite the discomfort.

Some of the stickier substance stuck to the rubber soles of her leather boots, making it impossible for her to lift her feet.

The girl thought for a moment.

Lean over and untie your shoelaces.

He took off his socks filled with white maggots and stepped barefoot on the dark green fungal carpet that was almost entirely made up of pus and worms.

She knew exactly what she should do now.

Roland had told her this many times without getting tired of it (she was quite impatient about this).

Once you fall into an unknown dream, the first thing you should do is to try your best to confirm the "reality" of the dream - use the "heart anchor" to verify it.

Second.

Find a way to get out.

——Since the "mystery box" was opened several months ago, the rules in dreams have also changed.

She doesn't have to wait for a definite end, she just needs to 'die' in this dream...

but.

But she was a little reluctant.

It was like the animals on the snowfield seeing fire for the first time.

And this moment of daze also forced her to face up to the problem that she had never wanted to face and always avoided - about the "sleeping world" and the "waking world", and her inner inferiority and jealousy in these two worlds.

When she met Roland in Fork County, she was proud.

Because Lillian Rose Vansittart was the best thief in the Elephant Gang and Anne's most important arm - and Roland was just a blind little monster imprisoned in the house.

This feels good.

When she saw Roland for the second time in London, she was excited and happy for him.

Only a little bit lost.

Just a little bit really.

Because they are finally 'equal'.

A thief, an unworthy, slightly "cursed", and unpopular "handsome" man.

Match, right?
No matter how hard she tried, she thought that he and she were meant to be together.

But things soon changed.

She could never have guessed that he had become a ritualist, and had quickly advanced from school to the first and second rings, experienced all kinds of battles, and obtained a rare treasure for ritualists: the mystical organ.

He started a business and made friends who were even richer.

And she just cheated a noble surname... with his help.

He jumped up, like an eagle leisurely preening its feathers on the cliff.

She was just a wishful thinking mouse in the mud.

The excitement that Rose was so eager to pursue melted into the slippery and rancid pus between her toes over time. They were boiled by the heart furnace and turned into twisted vortices that were as green and gray as the surroundings.

How much Rose desired, and how much she feared later.

She was anxious to catch up with Roland's footsteps, but felt inferior for not moving forward - was she worthy of him?
He has so many mystical organs, and such a powerful force that he can face the fourth-ring holy flame at the second or third ring...

And she...

When life immersed her in a lake of bland happiness without the ripples of the tide, she could truly feel that the fire in her soul was not as strong as before.

She is a second-ring with no talent.

As James Shelley had told her so meaningfully, every "secret scroll" believed itself to be the greediest person in the world, or at least one of the greediest villains.

They all felt that firewood was piled up in every corner of their souls, and it would take hundreds of years to burn them all day long.

But the truth is, when they gain superhuman powers, everything they desire and dream of will become readily available.

They don’t realize they’ve lied to themselves.

The so-called "qualifications", are they really what we imagine them to be...?

——Just like Rose once firmly believed that what she was pursuing was adventure and a thrilling life.

But until I can be with Roland every day...

What is she going to do?
leave him?
Or just watch him go further and further away?
This anxious, inferior, moisture-laden cotton cloth stained with sweet love completely extinguished her fire.

On the other hand.

The side that cannot be seen by others.

She was extremely jealous of Shandel, that Deloz, Halida, and even...

Yam Jones.

She was very happy. She thought that her unspeakable desire for exclusivity also represented the "qualities" of "greed" in her soul - is that right?
As long as she keeps this kind of emotion, she will always have endless firewood...right?

The answer is obviously incorrect.

otherwise.

She won't feel cold.

She envied them and sometimes even had malicious thoughts about them - but these unreasonable, hellish thoughts were not actually caused by "greed"...?
This undoubtedly caused Rose to have a third emotion besides 'inferiority' and 'jealousy'.

fear.

She feared that she was a talentless person.

The Roland in the waking world was getting farther and farther away from him.

The sleeping world was the only place where she could possibly keep up with him.

and so…

She turned a blind eye to Roland's warnings, which were also the rules that every ritualist should abide by.

Facing this hellish tunnel full of twisted rotten flesh, maggots and pus, she actually felt something was calling her.

Gently.

Stir her heart.

As it expands and contracts, clusters of yellow-green spores grow on the wall.

“…What’s wrong with me?”

The girl murmured.

She stepped over two milk rhizomes and pierced into the pus and rotten flesh, moving forward step by step towards a narrower, or perhaps wider, place.

She couldn't see the road ahead, but like Roland, she just followed the guidance of the voice.

The stench that seeped into my skin gradually turned sweet.

She stepped into a patch of glial necrosis.

Festering umbilical cords and willow-like centipedes growing from babies' skulls clung to the walls on both sides.

She walked like this for more than ten days.

The sound of flapping wings by my ears became louder and louder, almost as if it was being absorbed into my brain.

then.

The end of the corridor.

She saw the light.

Open plains.

Mountains of giant pustule colonies pulsate through tubes covered in wriggling hair.

She saw some of them burst and exploded into a sea of ​​yellow-green maggots, while others erupted into swarms of slender dark brown hook-shaped worms.

They fell into the pus soup in front of them, gathered together happily and densely, but in the blink of an eye, they grew from seedlings into long, strip-shaped insects with translucent rotten wings.

There are rolling and colorful clouds in the sky.

flow.

Or an acid rain.

After killing all living things under its feet, the stone will grow a patch of black bristles.

"I...seem to have done something stupid."

When the girl turned around in horror.

The corridor behind him disappeared long ago.

(End of this chapter)