Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 83 Hazel: Even my parents never hit me!

"Soul-pacification" is essentially about putting the spirit to rest, and therefore it can also be called "soul-suppressing".

This is the ability of the Sleepless Path Sequence 6 "Soul Soother," which can soothe the soul, calm the desires and emotions of an opponent, or bring the natural spirit to a more peaceful state.

Similarly, "Soul Soothing" can also heal teammates' emotional states, showing a side of being a psychiatrist.

However, the soul-reaping masters are naturally not as professional as the audience in this regard.

In addition, "Soul Soothers" can also create noise through chanting, causing their targets to become agitated and arouse their destructive desires.

This is the ability of the Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet," which gains its enhanced effect upon promotion to Sequence 6.

The "Midnight Poet" is adept at using poems of different styles to have different effects on the creatures around him.

An Ruowang's previous arias were also intended to activate this ability, and he could also play the role of a "magic master" at the same time.

Speaking of which, the combination of "Master of Tricks" and "Midnight Poet" reminded An Ruowang of the bard from D&D.

Yes, there are also those artisans who sing lotus flower ballads and perform street acrobatics to make a living.

After listening to An Ruowang's explanation, Hazel suddenly understood, a glint of wisdom flashing in her eyes: "Then, could this ability allow me to prevent extraordinary individuals from going out of control?"

She said, "If the church has extraordinary individuals and has existed for so many years, how could it not have a way to prevent things from getting out of control?"

Even if there really is no way, over a long period of time, our ancestors will surely find a way to figure it out.

An Ruowang smiled: "Soul Soothing can indeed calm emotions, bringing those on the verge of losing control back to peace, and can also heal some mental fluctuations and injuries. From this perspective, it can indeed pull extraordinary individuals back from the brink of losing control."

Heroine's eyes lit up immediately.

An Ruowang looked into Hai Rou'er's bright eyes, chuckled, and changed the subject: "But..."

Hazel's expression froze.

An Ruowang calmly said, "It can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

Hazel paused for a second, then said as if to comfort herself, "That's already very good."

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At least there's still a way; it's not completely hopeless.

Hazel looked up, her eyes still holding a trace of unease and confusion, but much calmer than before: "Can you promise me one thing?"

"What is it?"

Hazel looked at An Ruowang, took a deep breath, and unconsciously clenched her fist slightly: "—If, I mean if. If it really comes to the point where it's irreversible, I hope…"

She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her deep brown eyes:

"You can 'deal with' me promptly."

If she really does go down the path of losing control and becoming a monster, Hazel at least hopes that she can die in time at the hands of someone she knows, so as not to harm others, especially her parents.

An Ruowang seemed puzzled, as if she hadn't noticed the atmosphere: "How am I supposed to deal with you in a timely manner? I can't be with you every day."

Hazel's face flushed red: "What—what are you thinking!"

She glared at him, her voice rising a half-octave: "I meant, I meant—if I lose control, you're the one to deal with me! That's not what I meant!"

An Ruowang shrugged, looking innocent: "I didn't think of anything else. You're the one who's thinking the wrong thing, okay?"

I'm seriously considering your question—the requirement to "address it promptly" is indeed difficult to fulfill. After all, I can't be with you 24/7.

Hazel: "————"

She took a deep breath, then another.

This person definitely did it on purpose.

Absolutely.

She knew this way of speaking.

When someone speaks in a roundabout and rambling manner, it's actually a way of politely refusing to agree to your request.

Isn't this just kicking the ball around?

Hazel turned her head away, not wanting to look at Aleister's innocent face, and said awkwardly, "—Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

After she finished speaking, she felt inexplicably choked up.

Actually, what Hazel just said really did have that meaning.

If a girl wants you to kill her when she turns into a monster, it means she considers you an important person.

It's not just girls; any living person will always have some thoughts about how they die.

Some people hope to die on the battlefield, in a glorious and heroic way, their bodies wrapped in horsehide;

Some people hope to die in bed, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, and pass away in the company of others.

Even warlords who have committed many evil deeds will have their reputations elevated by posterity if they die for their country.

Death is, after all, a sacred thing; it is the final judgment on one's life.

Besides feeling ashamed and annoyed, Hazel also felt a deep sense of inexplicable loss.

The words she had finally mustered the courage to say were easily brushed aside by him, leaving her unable to catch them and turning her into a clown.

Seeing her awkward expression, An Ruowang finally couldn't help but laugh.

Hazel had been keeping an eye on An Ruowang out of the corner of her eye, and now that she saw this scene, she was so angry that she laughed.

They're not even acting anymore!

She immediately stood up from her chair and turned to leave.

But as soon as she took a step, An Ruowang stood up and quickly took two steps to block her way: "Hey, don't go."

Hazel turned her head away from Aleister, her feet moving without regard for decorum, and strode off, about to walk past him and leave.

An Ruowang stepped aside to block her, her tone tinged with amusement: "That's not what I meant."

Hazel stopped and finally turned to look at him, her deep brown eyes still tinged with embarrassment and resentment: "Then what do you mean?"

Seeing her sullen expression, An Ruowang didn't say anything to comfort her, but just smiled and reached out to gently flick her forehead.

"pain!"

Hazel covered her forehead, glaring at him with a mixture of shame, anger, and tears welling in her eyes, looking pitiful: "What are you doing!"

When has she ever suffered such injustice?

Aside from occasional bumps and bruises, this young lady had never experienced any physical injury or pain.

"Even my parents have never hit me!"

Hazel's voice was tinged with tears, but more than anything, it was filled with resentment, as if she were about to retaliate with fierce gestures.

An Ruowang dodged to the side, laughing uncontrollably: "Hey, hey, don't hit me, Miss."

Hazel chased after him and hit him twice, but her pathetic skills weren't even enough to touch the hem of An Ruowang's clothes. Frustrated, she stomped her foot and yelled, "Stop right there!"

An Ruowang laughed as she dodged, "Stop and let me hit you? I'm not stupid."

Hazel chased after him for a few steps, then stopped, panting. She glared at him, her eyes slightly red, but most of her resentment had dissipated, replaced by anger.

Seeing her like that, An Ruowang finally stopped and took two steps closer: "Fine, fine, I'll let you hit me once."