The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

"Am I... dead...?"

Li Mingyu's consciousness plunged into darkness.

There is no up or down, no front or back, and you can't even feel the reference of "falling".

It's not the darkness after the lights are off, nor the darkness of the dead of night, but a pure, undefined darkness.

But darkness is not empty.

Gradually, Li Mingyu "sense" a definite texture.

It wasn't emptiness, but a thick, velvety nothingness.

He felt this emptiness enveloping him, caressing him, massaging him.

"This...is this...the afterlife?"

"it's all over."

"How could I be so careless, letting my wife down and ignoring her instructions..."

Soon, the darkness began to exert pressure.

The subtle pressure became more pronounced, a pressure that came from all directions, gentle yet irresistible.

The darkness itself had become warm and cozy, giving the feeling of a giant womb...

There is no concept of time here; a second can feel as long as ten thousand years.

There is absolute silence here; you can't hear a heartbeat, and you can't even feel the flow of blood.

Li Mingyu was trying to grasp something, whether it was a memory or a sound; he wanted to prove his existence.

But as soon as any thought arises, it is stripped away layer by layer by darkness.

In the last vestige of his willpower, Li Mingyu thought of his wife…

"Will I... never see my wife again...?"

……

I don't know how much time has passed; it might be just a second, or it might be ten thousand years. Time has no anchor point.

In the darkness, a soft, sweet song could be faintly heard.

The song hummed like a lullaby, seemingly weathered by time, calm as a stream, slowly dissolving the darkness and embracing the listener.

I often wonder if what you say has ulterior motives. I really want to believe you, but I can't help but doubt you.

"Am I the only one in your heart...?"

"Say more sweet words, look at me more when you miss me..."

……

"A little more, so that I may love you willingly."

"Only by doing more will I gradually discover that you make me willing to do anything."

As the humming stopped softly, Li Mingyu felt his eyelids and his limbs.

All five senses returned.

A delicate floral fragrance wafted into my nose.

Despite his aching body, Li Mingyu slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was his wife's gentle smile.

His wife's hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a black velvet skirt, exuding nobility, elegance, and style.

"My little husband is awake."

The surrounding area is covered with white tiles, and light squeezes in through the gaps in the glass sliding doors.

This is a hospital ward, and all the surrounding beds are empty. The corridor outside the ward is unusually quiet.

On the hospital bed, Li Mingyu, dressed in a hospital gown, wanted to look around, but the moment he saw his wife, he felt at ease and realized that he could be anywhere.

As long as my wife is by my side, I'm fine with anything.

He looked at his wife with a smile in his eyes and happiness on his lips.

"Ta-da!"

Suddenly, his wife pulled out a well-made doll and showed it to him with a touch of playfulness.

The figurine is about the size of a palm, dressed in dark brocade robes, with its hair tied up in a wild manner, resembling a cartoon character in ancient costume.

With a smile on her face, the wife gently placed the doll in her hand beside the hospital bed.

Only then did Li Mingyu notice that there were now three plush toys on the side of the hospital bed.

The first figurine is dressed in gray clothes, with a handsome face, and looks like a teenager.

The second figurine is dressed in modern casual wear, has a stubble beard, droopy eyelids, and looks like a middle-aged man.

The third doll was the one in black that my wife had just taken out.

"Are you hungry? I'll feed you something to nourish your body... Lie down and don't move."

The wife walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently raised the hospital bed.

Li Mingyu "sat" up.

His wife sat back down by the bedside and picked out a dark purple grape from the fruit bowl on the bedside table.

She gently coaxed him, bringing the glass to Li Mingyu's lips, her fingertips damp with a little water.

"Try this, it's so sweet. Open your mouth, ah..."

Li Mingyu opened his mouth and took it in, his lips gently brushing against his wife's fingertips, cool to the touch.

Then, with a gentle bite, the sweetness of the fruit bursts forth, and the juice spreads throughout the mouth.

He chewed slowly, spitting out a few tiny seeds that landed on a tissue his wife had prepared.

"How is it?" His wife ate one herself, her eyes crinkling with satisfaction.

"Yes, it's sweet."

Li Mingyu nodded, the sweet taste of the grapes still lingering on his tongue.

"Right? I specifically chose them; the stems had to be purplish around the edges."

His wife plucked another grain and naturally brought it to his lips:

"Don't you think it smells a bit... floral?"

Li Mingyu didn't respond immediately, but carefully sensed it.

After the sweetness fades, a hint of floral fragrance does indeed linger on the back of the tongue.

"A little." He swallowed slowly. "I didn't even notice until you mentioned it."

"I knew it!" The wife said with a hint of pride, then ate another one and savored it carefully.

"These grapes are meant to be eaten with the skin on. The skin is a bit astringent, but when mixed with the flesh, the flavor is complete."

As she spoke, the wife gently pinched the thin skin of a grape with her fingernail, and the purple juice stained her fingertip.

Looking at the purple spot, Li Mingyu suddenly asked, "What's the name of this variety of grape?"

"I don't know." The wife tilted her head and thought for a moment. "The fruit shop owner said they were very sweet grapes. Whatever, as long as they're sweet."

His wife handed him another one.

This time, Li Mingyu first grasped her wrist, ate the grapes through her hand, and didn't let go.

Li Mingyu laughed and said, "It's too sweet, it's cloying."

"You're still eating this? It's so cloying!" asked Li Mingyu's wife, holding her hand.

"If you feed me, of course I'll eat it," Li Mingyu said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, there's this too."

The wife took out a bottle of fresh milk from deep inside the cupboard. The bottle was covered with a thin layer of condensation, indicating that it had just arrived that morning.

"You can't drink it cold," the wife muttered to herself, turning to find the kettle.

The water in the thermos wasn't hot enough.

The wife unscrewed the bottle cap, poured the milk into a white porcelain cup, carefully placed the cup into a basin of hot water, and slowly stirred it with a spoon.

Li Mingyu leaned against the raised hospital bed, watching his wife do all this.

His wife's back was slightly hunched, her beautiful hair hanging down, the strands swaying gently with the movements of her hands.

"It's ready." The wife tested the temperature, then sat down on the edge of the bed with the cup in her hand.

"Warm, just right."

Then, he leaned forward and brought the cup to Li Mingyu's lips.

Li Mingyu lowered his head and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down his throat, carrying the sweet aroma of milk.

"Is it good?" his wife asked, her eyes filled with concern and expectation.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Li Mingyu nodded. "Sweet."

"What's so sweet about it? It's just plain milk, no sugar added." His wife smiled and fed him another sip.

"Slow down, don't choke."

……

After Li Mingyu had eaten and drunk his fill, his wife knelt down beside his bed and carefully played with his fingers.

"I've been so bored lately."

The wife suddenly spoke, her voice muffled, with a hint of complaint:

"You're not here with me, I miss you so much..."

His wife gently bent Li Mingyu's index finger slightly, then straightened it again, repeating this motion as if it were an interesting toy.

"It's too quiet at home. I tried watching TV series, but I forgot what happened after watching two episodes. It's the same with cooking. When I cook for one person, there's always half left over. When I throw it away... it feels really pointless."

Suddenly, his wife's eyes lit up, her expression somewhat adorable, and she asked:

"Do you miss me over there...?"

Li Mingyu, however, spoke frankly and without reservation:

"Of course I miss you, but the situation over there is quite urgent, so I... don't miss you as much as before."

The wife pouted, a hint of sadness in her eyes:

"What could be more important than thinking of me..."

Li Mingyu was speechless. Indeed, nothing should be more important than thinking about his wife, even if someone rushed in front of him and self-destructed.

Seeing that Li Mingyu remained silent, his wife pinched his index finger slightly, feigning anger, and said:

"From now on, think of me every day, remember?"

Then, with a playful gesture, she lightly tapped Li Mingyu's chest and drew circles on it:

"In your heart, there can only be me."

Taking the opportunity, Li Mingyu held his wife's hand tightly against his chest.

His wife nestled against Li Mingyu's chest, their hands clasped tightly together.

"I've been so bored lately, so I learned how to make these dolls. What do you think? Pretty cool, right?"

"Yes, that's impressive, it's very realistic."

"Hehe, don't you know whose wife I am? I spent ages learning this online, and I'm so grateful for your help. Oh, by the way, look..." The wife pointed to the first gray-clad boy-shaped doll:

"This is what you looked like at thirteen. You're so cute."

Li Mingyu also looked at the first doll and could tell that it was indeed his own appearance at thirteen years old.

But... wasn't he inside Wei Kun's body when his wife first met him?

Li Mingyu subconsciously touched his face; it was clean and smooth, without any stubble.

He then realized that he was not in Wei Kun's body, but in his original body as a young man from Xuanling Heaven.

At least, his appearance is that of a young man from Xuanling Heaven.

"How...did I become like this?"

His wife smiled faintly, "In my eyes, you've always been the same."

Li Mingyu then looked at the second doll, which resembled a middle-aged man and looked somewhat like Wei Kun.

"And Wei..."

Li Mingyu felt that he had many questions in his mind, whether about the mysterious Wei Hao or Wei Kun, but when he tried to say them, he forgot them completely.

His wife gently pressed her index finger to Li Mingyu's lips, "Shh~", signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Then, gazing deeply into his eyes, she whispered:

"My dear little husband, there's an old man watching you. There are some things you can't ask him."

Li Mingyu nodded as he smelled the fragrance of his wife's fingers, while looking at the third doll.

The third doll was just placed there by his wife, and its appearance is highly similar to Wang Chen's.

His wife noticed Li Mingyu's gaze and lowered her eyes, asking with concern:

"We've gained another new friend."

"Um."

His wife continued playing with Li Mingyu's fingers: "Your nails are a bit long. I'll trim them for you tonight."

"No need... It's like you're treating me like a child."

His wife, with great interest, spoke in a slightly magnetic voice, coquettishly:

"What do you mean 'it's like I'm treating you like a child'? I am treating you like a child, sweetie—"

Li Mingyu felt his ears enveloped in sweetness, immersed in his wife's voice and gaze.

His wife gently stroked Li Mingyu's hair and said softly, "Are you sleepy? If you are, go to sleep."

Li Mingyu didn't want to leave his wife, and a pang of pain shot through his heart. He asked, "Then where are you going?"

His wife's eyes crinkled into a smile, a faint one, like an invitation:

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay in bed with you and watch my baby sleep, okay?"

"Then...can we...cuddle and sleep together...?" Li Mingyu tentatively asked.

"If you want to sleep cuddled, then let's make it clear beforehand that you're not allowed to touch me indiscriminately." The wife's voice trembled slightly at the end, with a hint of inhalation.

A flicker of panic crossed Li Mingyu's mind: "I...I didn't..."

His wife leaned forward slightly, her breath brushing against Li Mingyu's lips:

"Hmph, you know perfectly well what you've done."

Immediately afterwards, his wife gently kissed Li Mingyu's lips.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, yet very soft, with a hint of fruit and milk.

The kiss didn't go deep; it remained at the initial touch between their lips, accompanied by slightly disordered breathing.

Li Mingyu was stunned.

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding. Go to sleep, your eyelids are almost closing." His wife's cheeks were slightly flushed as she blinked.

Li Mingyu felt sore and exhausted all over, and had a premonition that he would soon fall asleep.

He didn't actually want to go to sleep; he was reluctant to leave.

He was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would return to the Xuanling Heaven, a place of constant toil and pressure.

He cherishes every moment he spends with his wife.

His wife's gaze was always exceptionally calm, her long eyelashes drooping down, her eyes holding a soft certainty, neither dodging nor judging, but simply quietly accepting all his emotions.

His wife's smile always preceded her words. Her eyes would first curve slightly, like the first appearance of a crescent moon, and then the corners of her mouth would turn up. She would subconsciously raise her hand first and gently cover the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.

When his wife is around, even the dappled sunlight in the air seems cheerful.

In front of his wife, he can let down his guard and enjoy every moment with ease and comfort.

He wanted to be with his wife forever, even if it meant running away, even if it meant losing himself...

……

Li Mingyu suddenly felt his consciousness failing and was about to fall into a deep sleep.

His wife nestled against his chest and said to herself:

"I wonder when we'll meet again... I'll have to wait until the next doll is finished... My little darling gets to see me every time he makes a doll for me..."

"I understand, I'll do it as soon as possible," Li Mingyu replied in a daze.

His wife smiled, a light and brief laugh, like the ringing of a bell, carrying a hint of barely suppressed joy:

"My little darling is the best. Don't keep me waiting too long, I'll miss you so much."

Li Mingyu tried to speak, but his eyes were glazed over and his consciousness slowly faded.

His wife pressed herself tightly against his chest, her hair exuding a delicate floral fragrance. She rhythmically patted his shoulder and hummed softly:

"Sweetheart, sweetheart, go to sleep. I'll stay here with you. Sleep, go to sleep..."

As if on his deathbed, Li Mingyu felt the light around him being sucked away and swallowed up by something, and everything in the room was plunged into darkness.

In the void, only his wife's soft, soothing voice, "Sleep...sleep..." could be heard.

Li Mingyu felt himself sinking down with the sound, very slowly, very slowly.

The surrounding darkness became denser and softer, enveloping my entire body with a comfortable temperature.

His wife's voice was still there, but the content was no longer clear; only a gentle rhythm remained, soothing Li Mingyu's mind.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

In the darkness, Li Mingyu could feel the presence of air again, mixed with the unique scent of grass from the plains.

If you listen closely, you can also smell the stench of blood within the strong scent of grass.

Li Mingyu felt a gentle breeze on his body, and suddenly, all five senses became fully clear.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and found himself in a grassy field.

On the hills beyond the grassland, there are train tracks with several broken carriages lying on them.

That was the bronze train that was destroyed.

He looked along the grass from near to far. Nearby, there was only charred ash, and further away, there were scattered limbs and corpses. Further still, there were waves of surviving passengers gathering.

Faint cries and wails could be heard from the crowd.

Li Mingyu returned to Xuanling Heaven.