Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Chaos...has disappeared?"

Within the divine realm, Freya looked up in astonishment.

She felt that her humanity was no longer being eroded by chaos, and the possibility of maintaining her humanity had increased considerably.

At the same time, since the space is no longer chaotic, the possibility of finding Sylvia and the others has increased considerably.

This good news made her overjoyed.

Freya quickened her pace and continued her persistent search in the boundless darkness.

She has relived her life from birth to the present day over and over again. She was nineteen years old before falling into the abyss, so it takes her nineteen years to savor each memory. When the memories end and her humanity stabilizes, she will spend about a year searching for companions in the abyss.

Year after year, the cycle repeats itself, and I don't know how many lonely years I've endured.

Around the sixteenth time she recalled her life, which was the three hundred and twentieth year since she fell into the abyss, she finally tripped over something in the darkness.

My toes are throbbing painfully.

If Cheng Cheng were here, he would definitely disinfect himself with saliva without hesitation. After all, they've been together for so long, and Cheng Cheng knows all about Cheng Cheng's preferences.

I have no idea what kind of fragrance it has; it even gave me athlete's foot from my mouth and made me almost get killed by the plague demon several times...

With a slight pout, Freya suppressed the turmoil in her heart and looked down at the object that had tripped her up—a coffin floating in the abyss.

"Li Xianyu?"

She called out softly, then reached out and lifted the heavy coffin lid.

The petite and delicate elven girl lay quietly in the coffin, lifeless and beyond dead.

As the true goddess of death, it's not surprising that she dies; the key is whether she has been tempted by the abyss and fallen into demonic ways.

Freya gently lifted the girl from the coffin, swaying her gently and examining her closely, but the girl's eyes remained tightly closed. Left with no other choice, she risked sending a wisp of her consciousness deep into Li Xianyu's divine realm and soul memories.

The Kingdom of Death - Hell.

The sea of ​​sulfurous fire surged ceaselessly, flames flickering, and in the center of the fire, a giant ancient coffin floated above it.

Sensing an intrusion, the person in the coffin impatiently turned over, raised their hand, and pushed open the coffin lid. Their sharp gaze fell upon Freya, who had entered the divine realm: "Chaos, you're here again... Hmm? You're Freya? How did you become so big?"

Freya then had the mind to examine herself.

She was tall and slender, with a full and well-proportioned figure, large and round breasts, and long pinkish-purple hair that cascaded down to her waist—just like she looked at nineteen.

After fulfilling her pact with the King of the Sky and Wind, she naturally regained the ability to continue growing, but due to her legendary lifespan being infinite, she stopped growing after reaching her original appearance.

Although Freya could recall her childhood memories and use the blessing left by the King of Sky and Wind to freely change size, she had no intention of doing so at the moment. Instead, she anxiously looked at Li Xianyu: "Xianyu, are you alright? Have you been corrupted?"

"Thank goodness, I haven't slept this soundly in ages. There's even a heated kang bed under the bed, you wouldn't believe how comfortable it is..."

Li Xianyu stretched lazily and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "When the Death Demon tried to possess me, he was quite humane. It seems that since he is dead most of the time, the True God of Death will not have the problem of being too divine."

"That's good, that's great."

Freya raised her hand to her chest, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense for hundreds of years, finally settled down, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

He then told Li Xianyu about his goal.

"Do you want to use your memory to help Sylvia and the others maintain their humanity?" Li Xianyu nodded slightly upon hearing this, but then shook her head slightly: "This method is feasible, but I am affected by the source matter and feel that I still have to die for a while, so I can't help you."

“I understand.” Freya nodded.

"Then I will continue to sleep. Please take care of my coffin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xianyu closed the coffin lid and once again slept peacefully in the cool summer night.

Freya withdrew her intruding consciousness from the divine realm, stored the coffin within her own divine realm, then turned and stepped back into the boundless darkness to continue her solitary quest.

Time passes silently, darkness stretches endlessly.

In the long years that followed, Li Xianyu would briefly awaken once every hundred years or so. At those times, the two would travel together in the void and darkness, chatting and laughing, or brew tea and enjoy snacks in the divine kingdom, recounting the trivialities of the past, before dying again.

This fleeting warmth from the fireworks became the only sign of life in Freya's thousand-year-old solitude.

But the long passage of time eventually allowed her to grow up.

The once vibrant and lively personality has gradually calmed down, and the clear and bright light in her eyes has been worn away and dimmed little by little by the years.

Even if constantly recalling the past can maintain humanity, prolonged loneliness, long periods without communication with others, and the gradual maturation of the mind will eventually lead to this natural state that cannot be reversed.

Perhaps one could pull out one's past mental state from memories to overwrite the present, but Freya had no such idea.

She simply walked on silently, searching and waiting...

Five thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. After fifty times of Li Xianyu's awakening and fifty brief encounters and partings, Freya finally encountered something different from the surrounding darkness once again.

It was a huge cocoon made of spider webs.

The cocoon floated in the dark void, and a petite and slender figure was curled up inside the cocoon.

"Sylvia?"

Having not spoken for so long, Freya's voice was inevitably dry, hoarse, and somewhat indistinct.

The giant cocoon remained silent, offering no response whatsoever.

Freya raised her hand, wanting to tear apart the layers of spider web, but as soon as her fingertips touched the spider silk, thousands of fine threads suddenly came to life, turning into a sky full of golden chains that swept over everything!

At the same time, the person inside the cocoon slowly raised their eyes.

Her once fair and smooth skin has transformed into the deep and vast color of the starry sky, flowing with a cold divinity; her eyes are empty and devoid of joy or sorrow, emotion or thought, with only an extremely pure divinity and a desire to devour everything and dominate all things.

She—no, He—was already a pure deity, only one step away from falling into the realm of primordial demons.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..." Freya shed a tear. "Thank goodness I found you in time."

"You want to dominate [understanding], don't you? Come on."

She offered no resistance, allowing the god of domination to turn her into a puppet.

1%、42%、67%、99%……100%！

With Freya offering no resistance, the God of Domination completely subjugated her in just a few minutes, gaining the ability to [understand] the source matter.

Then, He subconsciously used His ability of [understanding].

Countless memories, hidden deep within the source essence and sealed away by Freya, suddenly surged into her sea of ​​consciousness!

Freya and Cheng Cheng's every encounter, their companionship, their journey together; her youthful laughter and arguments with Sylvia, their years spent side by side; their adventures across countless worlds, their shared life and death...

There's also Sylvia's own life story: a warm childhood, the companionship of her parents, and the stability of her brother; the desperate situation of being kidnapped by a cult, the thrill of her first encounter with Cheng Cheng, strolling through the pet market together, challenging the dungeon, besieging the Demon of Guns and the Jingguan Bodhisattva together, the separation during the war, the passionate embrace upon their reunion, the kiss on the feet at the Pope's coronation, and the divine war during Ragnarok...

Countless vivid images washed over his mind, and a fleeting moment of clarity suddenly flashed through the dead silence of his divine nature.

Humanity is like a dry, hard breadcrumb, so weak and insignificant in the face of divinity that it can be crushed into crumbs by two fingers and slowly fall into the trash can.

However, if it has already been crushed into powder, then even if the divinity tries to crush that powder again with several times the strength of the previous one, those bread crumbs called humanity will still not disappear—it can become 'one', but it can never be completely erased and become 'zero'.

Humanity displays astonishing tenacity in its final moments; it fights back. The powerful divinity cannot cleanse away even the last impurities. These impure things, in the eyes of the gods, remain like dregs, making them different from the original primordial elements even as they fall into demonic ways.

At this moment, Freya's will, hidden within the source essence, began to exert its power, gradually restoring Sylvia's humanity by continuously playing her memories!

Again and again, time and time again...

By the fifty-third playback, Sylvia's humanity had finally returned to a level where she could understand the current situation; by the ninety-eighth playback, she began to struggle against her own divinity; by the one hundred and thirty-fifth playback, she finally regained control of her body and source matter!

"Freya!"

She immediately activated her powers, and all the golden chains in the sky were retrieved, releasing Freya from her restraints and restoring her freedom.

"It took nearly two thousand years to awaken you..."

Freya stretched out her body; being forced into the same position wasn't pleasant. Just as she was about to complain, Sylvia suddenly pounced on her and hugged her tightly: "Freya! I... I missed you so much!"

As she spoke, she burst into tears, releasing all the loneliness, fear, and longing that had been building up for thousands of years. Tears and snot smeared onto Freya's white chest.

"I...I miss you so much too!"

Freya tightened her arms around him, hugging him back tightly, and sobbed uncontrollably, "I thought I would never see you again, I really, I, sob sob sob..."

In the depths of darkness, dear friends separated for thousands of years finally reunite, letting tears wash away their eternal loneliness.

They embraced for a long time.

After a long while, a slightly awkward cough interrupted their warm reunion: "Ahem, um... I'm still here."

The two turned around at the sound and saw a cuckoo hovering not far away, waving its little hand awkwardly with a helpless expression.

"Hey? Cuckoo? What are you doing here..."

“I’ve been looking for you guys too.” Bugu rolled her eyes. “When I found Sylvia three thousand years ago, I was dominated by her… I couldn’t beat her.”

"I'm so sorry..." Upon hearing this, Sylvia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head with deep remorse. "It's all my fault..."

"It's alright, I'm not blaming you." Bugu scratched his head. "First of all, we're going to tell you some good news... you two can both maintain your humanity and live to the next reincarnation."

Then, Bugu recounted all of her past life memories, including those concerning Sylvia and Freya.

"...So, that's how it is."

The cuckoo clapped its hands: "Let's all be happy to see each other again, okay?"

"Waaaaah... I really will see Cheng Cheng again..."

"I miss him so much too..."

Perhaps it was their overwhelming humanity, or perhaps the news brought by the cuckoo gave them hope to persevere, but Sylvia and Freya both burst into tears.

For thousands of years, the two had lived in torment with unknown sentences, and no one knew how long this torment would last; but now, knowing that they would eventually return to a sunny world, they had hope.

In the dark and unknown abyss, hope is the only light.

There is hope, and no matter if the next period of imprisonment is another thousand years or tens of thousands of years, they can persevere!

After a long while, Freya finally calmed down and asked Bugu, "Bugu, how do you preserve your humanity?"

"My method is not suitable for you."

Cuckoo shrugged, thinking to himself that his divinity was never high to begin with, and being with his family and sisters in the spiritual world wouldn't drive him crazy...

"It seems we'll have to stick with the old methods from now on..."

Freya sighed: "Sylvia, you can continue to dominate me."

"Huh? Why!"

“In this way, you can continue to use my source matter and maintain your humanity through memories,” Freya said. “Although we don’t know how much longer we will have to stay in this abyss, since we can all get out, we cannot give up. We must do everything we can to maintain our humanity!”