The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 839: The Man Who Attacked the Gods
After Rose's series of "friendly exchanges" (physical version), this mysterious boy, born to some lucky parents, finally stopped crying and spoke properly.

And during several close-range "communications", Rose also saw its eyes clearly that were hidden by its white hair.

No.

There were two, or millions of bottomless holes.

Under the eye socket.

A creepy sound accompanied by sobs.

Somehow.

Rose actually developed an irrepressible curiosity and desire to explore this group of closely connected yet distinct black holes.

She imagined herself picking at the holes with her fingernails, breaking one or a piece of them.

Like a honeycomb...what's inside?

Perhaps it was the rustling sound of insect wings and legs crawling quickly, or perhaps it was the more holes, layer upon layer. More black, dense, furry, mossy fungi, filamentous, dry or sticky, exuding a charming sweetness...

The girl raised her arms with an obsessed look on her face and slowly moved them towards the boy's eyes.

She hit a void.

The empty road ahead made her feel like she was falling from the highest and brightest peak of the Holy Cross!
She saw the star spots.

Clustered, blade-sharp, transparent storms.

She burned along with the giant meteorites that pierced the clouds, and then watched them shatter into pieces, overlooking the ants on the earth that were desperately reproducing, struggling for life and death.

They grow.

Then migrate.

cluster.

Swordfish in Bristol, porpoises in the Rio de la Plata, the spectacular Tierra del Fuego islands, the verdant fields teeming with life in Port Jackson.

A series of messy and disordered pictures flashed quickly in the girl's gradually blurry green eyes.

She saw older times.

It’s hard to tell the year.

A boy with white curly hair.

He woke up before the world's first rain and brought pain to all living beings with love.

Same with all babies, prostitutes, and pet dogs.

Cut the umbilical cord, grow, and have mercy.

He pried open several door knockers, used hyphae to pick out the bolts, pulled out the latches, and tiptoed.

He walked through a garden of blooming roses, and corruption spread everywhere in His path.

He passed through the prosperous and glorious city, leaving behind him wailing and crying.

His footprints are black.

Made up of pus, eggs and corrupt hatred.

People can see His footsteps, so they resent Him and perform rituals to drive Him away.

then.

He came again into the wilderness.

Live with wolves, butterflies and venomous snakes.

The animals didn't like Him either.

Because this suspicious, whining monster stands out like a bull in a herd of cattle - a being waiting to be needed will never hide its power.

He teaches all things in the world to receive His power.

But they did not love Him.

He knocked on the girl's door and looked at the woman struggling in the girl's arms with shame and compassion. He wanted to touch her cheek covered with herpes and red spots.

'Get out! This miserable fate!'

He heard the roar in the indifferent, even numb girl's heart.

'Mother…'

He hears everything.

He quietly left the room and stood outside the door.

A few days later.

He opened the door.

The corrupt mother and the corrupt daughter polluted the entire bedroom.

Their faces were bulged up, with maggots replacing their muscles, crudely imitating their expressions in life.

He was begged for, but never needed.

then.

He traveled through cities, wilderness, and oceans.

A backward era, a complex soul, a beautiful or cruel story.

"God loves the world, but the world is not worthy." A young female voice whispered in her ear.

This is not irony, but an irrefutable fact.

Rose moved her fingers.

The green lake is rippling.

She found herself still standing in the same place, maintaining the posture of stretching her arms - but there was a considerable distance between her and the young man on the stone platform.

She opened her mouth.

The throat is as rough and as sharp as a stone wall weathered over thousands of years.

"…I'm disturbing your rest, am I?"

The boy probed with a trembling voice.

A fragile, weak, cowardly person, or even anything similar you can use to describe him...

Gods…

?
What does such 'existence' mean?
Rose thought that she was not the one who fell into the dream.

If it was Roland, he would probably do a hundred times better than her.

"No... I mean, I usually sleep very late..." The girl forced herself not to think about the images that had passed through her eyes during those 'hundreds of years', and replied in a casual manner: "I am a person who does not follow the rules, if you understand the rules of the mortal world."

"I understand..." The boy was obviously relieved, as if he had finally found a topic to talk about: "You are good at making chains, right?"

"what?"

"chain."

He repeated it.

"The leader makes chains to chain the deputy leader. The deputy leader makes new chains to chain the captain. The captains make new chains to chain the soldiers, and the soldiers chain the slaves, and the slaves chain the livestock—"

His voice paused for a moment, with a hint of uncertainty.

"What do you call this cluster power...?"

Rose grinned: "Order, the great crown of the seed."

The boy did not think this was a bad ability, nor did he think it was so good. He just calmly stated what he saw, the 'instinct' that existed in the soul and flesh of this animal.

Rose suddenly felt that the so-called "gods"... were not that great... well...

Did He say He can read thoughts...?
The boy silently looked up at her, and when the girl looked back at him, he quickly lowered his head.

“…Should I not exist?”

Of course, He was referring to what Rose had seen before.

"I bring disaster and pain to all things... despair... endless wailing... I should be-"

Rose couldn't help but interrupt Him.

To be honest, if the other person wasn't... a... a god, she would never have the patience to do such a thing - she never planned to coax a child in her life.

"What does this have to do with you?"

Rose racked her brains but couldn't find a logical and reasonable reason to convince the other party, so she had to force a smile and use the "truth" she learned on the street.

"I won't grieve over the ants I stepped on."

She shrugged.

"Who doesn't eat meat anymore?"

The boy hugged his legs silently.

This is not the same thing.

"Then why do you, as noble and lofty as you are, call upon a humble mortal..."

After this sentence, the two people spent a long silence.

Until Rose got tired of waiting.

"Actually, you can tell the truth."

The boy timidly moved his hips, and said pleadingly, "You want to say, 'a fool'...right?"

Rose: ...

She hates mind reading.

"Well...I...I don't understand. I just don't understand why I have the right to see you..."

In fact, she was more puzzled by the 'well-known' fact that 'the gods were asleep'.

“…You are right.”

The young man pursed his lips, his face showing guilt, and his tone of voice changed.

Rose had a bad feeling.

"…I scared you…I should have greeted you like a human…How could I just show up like that…I—"

After experiencing hundreds of years of "illusions", Rose was already exhausted and felt sore all over.

Only his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

(End of this chapter)