The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 838 Ch.837 Crybaby

Like the White Crown of the Wilderness, or the Holy Crown of the All-Father praised by the bishops of the Church—

The crown of the seed.

This is a respectful title given by ritualists to the last of the Ten Crowned Gods, a deity that symbolizes epidemics, fertility, and disaster.

First of all, I want to say.

'No one has ever seen a god' - at least from what Rose has learned and seen, compared to the young man in front of her who is crying out of breath, a god is more of a 'symbol' of religion and belief.

They exist, but they don't let people discover their existence.

Respected, but never expresses his preferences.

They are sleeping, but they are always on the lips of believers.

The faithful die for Them.

The more devout are born for Them.

But even so.

They also do not possess the great powers that some mortals possess: if they had to choose between provoking a bishop or spitting at the Father of All Things in the street, I'm afraid any smart person would know which choice to make.

If you choose the latter, you will only have to face some extremists.

Choose the former.

It would be tantamount to being an enemy of the Holy Cross - no, it is slanderous to say that the bishop can represent the Holy Cross on earth.

Half of it.

and so.

Facing this delicate and timid boy in front of her, Rose was like a pregnant woman who was stroking her belly and pondering what on earth she was carrying every night.

is this real?
Yes.

But…But…

Really, really?

After all.

The spirits are to the ritualists this deepest desire, quest and greed of the soul, just like men and women, boys and girls... and priests.

incredible.

Rose once suspected that this was a transforming alien species that specialized in luring ritualists into dreams through imitation - there was such a possibility...

But what is this dream about?

Roland told her the name "Saint Archimedes" and told her in detail how he had conspired with a "suspicious god" to deceive James Shelley and save her life...

"I'm not an alien."

It was as if I could hear the woman’s inner voice.

The boy raised his head silently.

He held out his hand to her.

——Without waiting for Rose to react, he quickly retracted it and curled up into a "human-shaped ball" covered with mycelium again.

Rose: ...

She found it hard to believe that the gods worshipped by the world had such virtues.

Even if it took all the trouble to see Roland here, it would be better than ending up in this embarrassing situation - Roland does have the "crazy temperament" that people imagine gods should have... right?

Gods…

and many more.

Ten crowned gods.

Saint Delis.

Didn’t they all fall asleep long ago…?

Thinking of this, the young man in front of him suddenly became excited.

"I should have fallen asleep long ago! I should have even died forever! If I could! I would destroy myself! I would go to the narrowest and most indifferent corner and be a deaf, dumb, blind, unconscious, and miserable bastard forever! I would shed my skin, my -"

Rose: ...

Silently took half a step back.

I don’t have to treat myself like this…right…?
"really?"

Rose seemed to hear a glimmer of hope in the boy's voice: "I really...really don't have to...no...I...I am a complete--"

He covered his face and burst into tears again.

Sickly green clouds poured down acid rain, sending wisps of rising gray smoke over the earth that was covered in a soft film and maggots like meat paste.

Rose felt her hair begin to fall out, and her skin and flesh melted piece by piece. She didn't know whether dying in front of the gods or committing suicide could both get rid of the dream and wake up in the midnight with her lover - she certainly loved adventure and every thrilling thrill, but she didn't want to die yet.

She had to do something...

Do something…

If it were Roland, what would he do?
The girl, whose green eyes gradually blurred, took a few steps forward as if possessed, raised her hand high, thought for a moment, and clenched it into a fist.

He punched the boy on the head.

Bang.

Suddenly.

The wind dissipated and the rain and fog stopped.

The young man pursed his lips and stole a glance at the mortal standing in front of him through the gap in his hair.

"…Um…This is the way we humans greet each other. I have a friend who often uses this method. Especially between people who are not familiar with each other but are eager to make friends, they will use this left hook to express goodwill. You better say something."

Rose was scared and angry.

She was extremely annoyed by those occasions where she had to be "considerate" and keep smiling while she had to start another topic with a smile and without leaving any trace after the gentlemen finished one topic...

Roland never let her do that.

He always had countless jokes and endless love.

"All right, kid. I don't care if you're some god, alien, or a 'little joke' played on me by some ritualist - the Ten Crowned God has been asleep for hundreds of years, and the rules of dreams have long since changed... If you must then look at me the fucking time I'm talking!!"

The girl's sharp yelling scared the boy who was hugging his knees on the stone platform and made him tremble. He was frightened by her and used his toes to press against the stone. Two slender and soft tentacles grew on both ends of his shoulders...

In Rose's pretending to be calm gaze.

Condensed into two enlarged, fly-like eyeballs.

A sea of ​​eyeballs.

Looking straight at Rose.

And it began to drill the kneecap with its forehead.

Rose: ...

If the boy was a member of the Elephant Gang, she would beat him every day, beat him so hard that he cried and screamed, until he learned to swear, to attack his enemies on the back of the head with a crowbar, and to tear off pieces of flesh with his teeth after being beaten.

She was not good at communicating with this kind of 'girl'.

She likes those who are humorous, pretty and handsome, gentle at ordinary times, but can be as fierce as a carnivore at the critical moment...

Rather than saying that the person in front of me is a 'young man'...

It's better to say that she is a little girl who is a boy and has not grown up.

"…but your lover is also a 'girl'."

The boy shrank his neck and spoke in a soft voice.

Rose's eyebrows were about to stand up: "Him?! Can you compare with Roland? His arms, his chest muscles, he-how do you know Roland...wait, you can read my mind?"

Did you just realize it now?

The fly eyes on both sides of the boy's shoulders... blinked in a self-proclaimed playfulness.

This human...

A bit stupid.

"…Anyway, the rules of dreams have changed. I don't care who you are, you can't stop me from dying here."

Rose simply laid her cards on the table. While the boy was thinking, she quickly leaned over and pulled out a strip of gravel from around the black stone platform - pointing the sharp end of it at her neck.

"You couldn't stop me from leaving."

Looking at the girl with a fierce look on her face, the white-haired boy was a little confused.

Humans are really weird...

Although he appears to be so brave, his soul is actually filled with fear.

"You...are afraid of me."

This is not a mockery.

The young man murmured to himself, "Be afraid of me... Yes... Everyone should be afraid of me... I... I shouldn't exist... I am... I am a sin... I am disgusting... I want to go to the narrowest and most unattended corner and be a deaf, dumb, blind, ignorant, and painful bastard forever! I want to take my skin, my-"

He cried again with a wow.

Rose gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

She just couldn't stand it anymore.

(End of this chapter)