A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 253 Rejecting Love at the Center of the World

Inside the cinema.

The moment I saw the original sin markings on Mi Yutong's body.

The pinkish-purple fluorescence, like a splash of syrup, enveloped this small corner of the movie theater.

If he were still an extraordinary being, he could still resist with his mental strength, which surpasses the ordinary Sequence Seven mystical specifications, and retain his rationality amidst the siege of desire—Quinn was very experienced in this, having maintained his humanity even while delirious during his advancement to [Assassin].

But now, he's just an ordinary person.

A native Earthling.

Quinn's brain went blank for a moment, like the blankness of his mind during a car accident. He couldn't think of anything, let alone suppress his body's instincts.

When he came to his senses, his body had already started moving on its own.

This woman is his wife, and he has the legal right to claim her.

There was no one else around, and it wouldn't violate any public morality.

Although there are cameras in the movie theater, it is easy for someone to use their power to delete the surveillance footage, thus protecting their privacy.

The only problem is
I am not 'Quinn'.

This is not the husband of Mi Yutong, who went abroad to study with her first love, returned happily, and achieved success in her career!
Mi Yutong breathed softly in his ear, the light of original sin almost blinding him. Jackie Chan was shouting something on the screen—but that was no longer important. Like Jackie Chan in the movie who was escaping his enemies, he only needed to consider whether to go through the front door or the back door.

Inheriting the looks of a celebrity, still in the prime of her life, with perfectly maintained skin and figure, she has a unique charm even during pregnancy.

He was no longer able to think.

Although I know it's wrong, and I know it's the power of lust at work, desire is like the waves that destroy a city during a tsunami, one after another. What use is reason, which is supposed to be a dam,? It has long been submerged under the tide and can't breathe.

Even the memories of endurance and restraint during youth become tinder to fuel a fire, and those who suppress their desires eventually achieve their dreams.

Can't say why.

No reason.

Quinn felt he absolutely couldn't do that. If Mi Yutong, branded with lust, succeeded, everything would be over.

Journey, life, existence, soul.

Everything will turn into something he can't imagine, something he's terrified of and can't even comprehend.

Yet, he was also able to feel unparalleled joy.

Mi Yutong closed her eyes tightly, and their breathing became synchronized.

The dopamine rushes out, and the pleasure it brings is far beyond what is usually experienced. It's as if all the body's senses have been alienated and distorted, turning the body into a single-celled organism dominated by desire.

Quinn knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Or rather, the body doesn't resist at all.

Like a starving homeless person who knows there will be another meal after this one, how could they slow down their eating?

Discontent welled up from the depths of my soul.

Quinn doesn't want to die.

When he was summoned by the Demon King, his desire to survive was merely a basic instinct. He didn't actually have any reason to live, so even in that critical moment, he could still say some nasty things to the Demon King and express his dissatisfaction in a small way.

But at this moment, things have changed.

He suddenly felt a sense of reluctance—not just now, but because Quinn realized that there had been many happy things in his life over the past six months.

He also wanted to see Aqua's poker face, which betrayed his true feelings; he wanted to make pizza for Lynn; he wanted to bicker with a certain parrot; he wanted to hear Celia play a complete piece of music; he wanted to watch the sunset at that tavern; and he wanted to sleep side by side with Chaldale.
These were all trivial matters, but at this moment they had become the desire to survive.

But there was nothing he could do; his body no longer belonged to his soul, and he could only watch helplessly as his reason crumbled.

"I can feel it, darling."

Mi Yutong whispered breathlessly in my ear, "I can feel that the baby is about to be born."

"You'll definitely... um... be a good dad."

at this time.

The numbing sensation from the lightning spread from a point on my forehead throughout my entire body.

My facial muscles twitched for a moment, but it was only a very small and extremely brief one, like getting a shock when you unplug your phone charger.

But this inexplicable numbness brought a moment of clarity to Quinn's eyes—

The tip of his tongue was bitten off hard by his teeth. In that short time, he couldn't do anything. This was the only solution Quinn could think of.

With the help of pain, reason finally surfaced and held back the tide of desire.

Mi Yutong was pushed away, and Quinn slumped weakly in the movie theater seat, the taste of blood in his mouth making his eyes look fierce.

"You are not Mi Yutong."

Quinn asked vaguely, "Who are you?"

Mi Yutong leisurely adjusted her skirt, casually pulled off the clothes that were in the way, licked her fingers, and said tenderly, "I am your wife, it's only natural for us, isn't it?"

Therefore, no one can get in the way.

The voice just fell.

The patterns shone brightly, and the light of original sin quickly became dense and thick, completely enveloping this small area.

The tingling sensation in his forehead remained, yet it seemed to be receding further and further away, eliciting fewer and fewer reactions from the stimulation. Quinn wanted to escape, but his body disobeyed him, opening its arms wide and allowing her to sit on him again.

"look--"

Mi Yutong let out a satisfied, toothy sound: "I've only ever been with one man. Can you feel it?"

Fuck you.

Quinn bit himself desperately.

It's as if the tongue is on someone else's body.

This is one of the organs with the densest nerve tentacles in the human body. At this moment, it has bitten to the point of flesh and blood rotting. Such pain would normally be enough to make one wish for death, but at this moment, even Quinn, who had the rationality to speak, could not do so.

Faced with the irresistible allure of original sin, reason crumbled once again, and he was unable to think.

If this is the power of lust's destiny...
Where did my superhuman powers go?

The system disappeared along with it?
"Go away"

His voice gradually faded into the background.

Even the act of biting his tongue to harm himself was no longer followed.

Mi Yutong felt the man's arms trying to pull her into his body, licking the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she smiled.

It was a pure, holy laugh, devoid of any lust or emotion. It belonged in a movie, not in this moment.

Quinn was now completely at her mercy.

Mi Yutong is dancing, waiting for the "life" inside her to be born.

But gradually, she stopped moving.

She shifted her body and looked down blankly.

The serene smile gradually faded.

Gradually, it turned into anger and ferocity.

"Who stole mine—"

The sentence was left unfinished.

Quinn grabbed her throat and shoved her away like a chicken, pressing her hard against the back of a chair in the next row, choking her until she couldn't speak.

Although Quinn has lost his powers, his well-maintained physique is still far stronger than that of an ordinary person, making it incredibly easy for him to control a woman.

Although his body was still reacting, Quinn's eyes had somehow regained their clarity, showing no trace of desire.

The movie on the screen has also come to an end.

A gray-haired kung fu superstar stood on the balcony with his hands on his hips, calmly reciting his lines: "I never use the door, I always climb through the window."

"What, it's not working anymore?" Quinn looked at her with disgust.

It was so close. It was almost over.

But abruptly, the desires that overwhelmed reason seemed to have suddenly found an outlet; the tide no longer surged, but quickly receded and disappeared.

Now he seems to be in a kind of sage mode; even if the intensity of his lustful aura remains high, it cannot arouse him in the slightest desire.

Although I was puzzled as to how I managed to break free, I still had to prioritize dealing with the people in front of me.

Mi Yutong, whose neck was being gripped by him, wanted to say something, but Quinn didn't give her the chance at all.

"You're fake, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he placed his other hand on hers, and with both hands exerting force, her beautiful face turned bluish-purple.

"I don't know what kind of twisted sense of humor the Abyss has, always dragging you out of my memory. But I know you are not Mi Yutong."

His expression was indifferent, but his killing intent remained.

"She never forced me to do anything."

Breathing gradually ceased.

The marks of lust on the stomach are like withered and faded flowers, their brilliance gone, their radiance vanished, leaving them ugly and mottled.

L.

That was the sound of blood dripping down her thighs—a sign of miscarriage. "—You."

A dreamlike voice rang out from Mi Yutong's belly.

Quinn's eyes suddenly sharpened; he recognized the voice.

In Beibu Gulf City, just as the Black Evil Dragon's three-stage slash was about to sever the head of the Blue Bull, it was this voice that made him retreat, as easily as a giant blowing away a grain of sand.

The "fetus" in the womb continued:

"Let's make a deal."

Quinn did not let go, still gripping the already cold neck tightly.

"Lan Na Niu? Or..." He paused, but still voiced his inner guess: "The Goddess of Lust?"

One can expel oneself with just a few words.

The shadow of corpses is greater than the manifestation of the original sin of lust.

It can even alter reality, causing supernatural powers and systems to mysteriously disappear.

Who else could do this besides the 'God' that Lana Niu prayed to?
The "fetus" in her womb was neither confirmed nor denied.

"Open your mind and body, and become the chosen one of lust." Its voice was neither sad nor happy, as if it came from the other side of the world.

"Like that idiot dancing on the police car, becoming a lustful slave driven by lust?" Quinn sneered. "Fuck you."

"Your soul still belongs to you."

The sound came in layers, emanating from his stomach, and seemed to echo in every corner of the theater. Even the movie characters on the screen could hear it, becoming completely absorbed, and the world began to distort as a result.

"The Chosen One of Lust possesses the power of Sequence Three of Original Sin."

"You will control the entire path of lust, and all those who are lustful beyond measure will become your puppets."

"You are not a slave to lust. Lust is your slave."

The fetus spoke philosophically: "Whether one becomes a saint or indulges in the sea of ​​desire, it all depends on a single thought."

The blood was still flowing.

It had gradually turned black, and even the smell of blood had become murky.

The withered marks of lust on her stomach grew fainter and fainter, like a pencil drawing about to be erased by an eraser.

Quinn was processing the information conveyed in those words.

Sequence Three. Is it the so-called "chosen one"?
"Since it's a transaction, what do you want?" he asked tentatively.

"A piece of 'law'."

The fetus's speech quickened, as if it knew it couldn't stay still for much longer.

"Beneath Grindelwald's Mirror Lake lies a sealed law. Bring it to the abyss—"

"In return, I can tell you the purpose of the Abyss and how to retrieve what you have lost."

What's missing?

Quinn immediately asked.

He knew very well that there was definitely something wrong with his memory.

It wasn't just their names that were forgotten.

I've forgotten some very important things.

He was so confused about why he had this kind of personality.

But the fetus's voice suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was the crackling sound of burning.

A wave of heat from the burning flames came from below, and when Quinn looked down, the blood on the ground burst into flames!

Not only the blood, but also the lustful marks on her stomach ignited, as if trying to burn them to ashes.

Quinn had never seen a fire spread so quickly. In no time, the sea of ​​fire had surrounded him, as if it had set the whole world ablaze!

He looked up, puzzled.

The movie screen was bathed in blue light; that was the system's page.

The azure data flowed rapidly, transforming into a line of large characters:
[Hero's Path Sequence Seven Advancement Ceremony Successfully Completed]

Flames burned his body, yet he felt no pain despite being bathed in the fire.

That was an IMAX screen, and the system projected onto it so huge it almost filled the field of vision. It was incredibly clear in the flames, like the gates of hell bursting open amidst the raging fire.

"This is... a promotion ceremony?" Quinn released his grip in astonishment.

What is the system doing?
Is that the god of lust also one?

As if to answer his question.

[You are currently in the seventh sequence of the Hero's Path of Destiny—]

【'ash'】

The system returned to his mind and took over everything.

Quinn jumped out of bed.

Familiar ceiling.

This is the college dormitory. He is still wearing the same teacher's robe he wore before he left, with a straight tree branch leaning against the headboard.

Not only that, but a little girl was sitting obediently at the foot of the bed.

“Good morning,” Quinn said.

Lin turned around, a barely perceptible hint of confusion flashing in her pale eyes. But she still said, "Would you like to eat breakfast first, or me first?"

"Where did you learn that?"

Lin pointed to the book on her lap, which was "The Tale of the Heroes" that Quinn had bought.

Quinn, rubbing his head, asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"one day."

"Oh no, who should I report this to next? The Academic Affairs Office? Or Dean He Mo?"

Lin said crisply, "You came back earlier than us."

"Huh? What's the date now? What day of the week?"

July 20th. Monday.

Quinn was suddenly taken aback.

If I slept all day and still returned earlier than Lin, who was leading the trial, wouldn't I have returned on Sunday?
So much time has passed in the abyss, yet only one day has gone by in real time?
"Where's Amamiya Nene?" Quinn asked anxiously. "Did she take the antidote?"

Lin didn't know what the antidote was.

"She brought you back, and then asked for leave."

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief; he was able to get himself back and ask for leave, so it seemed he had taken the antidote in time.

So, that bizarre worldline was really a promotion ceremony for the dog system?

Before he could even think, Lynn climbed onto him like a puppy, sniffing all over Quinn.

“Quinn,” she said softly, “the taste has changed.”

"The taste has changed?"

"You're awake, Lynn didn't notice. Quinn, you've gotten stronger. New flavor, remember it."

After she finished speaking, she climbed back up and started flipping through the book.

Quinn frowned and sniffed himself.

The new scent does have a faint, almost imperceptible sandalwood fragrance, very subtle, and it's almost gone after a day. You wouldn't notice it unless you had an assassin's keen sense of smell.

It's all over my body.
This smells like Nene Amamiya's long hair.

Did it get on you when you brought yourself back?

Quinn didn't think much of it and decided to ask her next time he saw her.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I've been?" he said to Lin with a smile.

Lin read for a long time before answering softly, "Lin asked Mr. Cavendish."

"But she didn't tell Lin."

"Shall I tell you the story? It's amazing. I encountered a man with a huge stomach in the abyss, transformed into a monster with an enormous appetite, and defeated him with all my might—"

Although Lin's expression remained unchanged, the fact that she put the book aside showed that she really wanted to know.

After Quinn fell and disappeared, Lynn started thinking about him, thinking and thinking, until he came back.

"Pizza," Lin requested.

The little girl wanted to listen while eating pizza.

"Okay." Quinn smiled as he got up, started a fire, and kneaded the dough.

The sunlight from the window shone on him, warm and comforting, like the morning after a night of nightmares.

(End of this chapter)