An infinite journey starting from paradise

Faced with Lin Shangren's request, Wilma naturally raised questions.

"Um...you can think of it that way." Lin Shangren replied.

Wilma continued in a skeptical tone, "Just offering my body and sleeping with someone, and I get all this in return. Isn't the reward too generous? This is different from the human trading behavior I know. Usually, the buyer and seller only pay a general equivalent as compensation, and the relationship between the two parties is automatically severed after the transaction ends.

Long-term support, guaranteed livelihood, assistance, fulfillment of sexual obligations... I feel like the deal you're proposing is more like an economic relationship called 'marriage' with me. But wouldn't it be too hasty to just go ahead and enter into a marriage? The book says that while marriage originated as a means of distributing property in the early days of human society, it's best if a marriage relationship has a foundation of affection..."

Looking at this nerdy witch who was full of technical terms but had only a superficial understanding of human society, Lin Shangren couldn't help but smile.

He interrupted Wilma's chatter and said, "Stop. We're only going to establish a master-slave relationship. As your master, I will provide you with shelter and material things. As your possessions, you only need to obey my orders and remain loyal to me. Other than that, everything will remain the same. Aside from the possibility of sleeping with me, you can continue to live your own life."

"Is that so... a master-slave relationship? Let me think... no other labor obligations are required, only sexual services need to be provided. That's what it's called, right? Well... it's pretty good. You're a free worker, without having to do too much physical labor, without having to find food on your own, and with enough free time to read and think. It seems like I'm quite suitable for it. Then I'll be yours." Wilma said.

"This... I always feel like you seem to have some misunderstanding, but what you said seems to be correct. Anyway... that's it." Lin Shangren rubbed his neck. He didn't know how to evaluate Wilma. He could only say that she was... a little stupid?

"Now, can we finalize the details of our master-slave relationship?" Wilma continued. "Do we need to draw up a contract to confirm our respective obligations, the penalties for violations, and other matters..."

"I say," Lin Shangren interrupted Wilma, "Have you really decided to choose this path? Are you no longer considering becoming human again?"

"Human? According to what you said, I might have been human. But now I am a witch named Wilma. I have no human memories, and I may not inherit the social relationships I had as a human. Even if I could inherit my original social relationships, I would lose these seven years of memories, as well as the power and lifespan that witches possess, which far exceeds that of humans.

More importantly, even if I were to return to my human form and integrate back into my old life, would that really be what I wanted? I want to study, to acquire knowledge, no matter what it is. A witch with a long lifespan is clearly more advantageous to me than a human. Furthermore, the terms you offer are simply too generous. Just fulfilling sexual obligations will give me everything I want...

The average human male intercourse lasts about fifteen minutes. Including foreplay and aftermath, that's only about forty minutes? No more than an hour, right? Working less than an hour a day, you'll have enough food and clothing, and plenty of time to devote to your true passions. It wouldn't be that easy for you humans to find a job like this, would it? Besides, given the average human male's physical fitness and the number of witches you've recruited, you certainly wouldn't want me to sleep with you every day.

Taking all these into consideration, I choose to be your...

"Hiss...well-reasoned and convincing." Lin Shangren applauded. "But you're wrong about one thing. It takes me more than an hour each time to do it."

"So... you need me to fulfill my one-time obligation right now to prove your endurance?" Wilma looked at Lin Shangren. "I won't refuse... At least I need to make a detailed master-slave contract first before I agree. And... and I need some time to learn about sex research. So..."

At this point, Wilma's calm face finally turned slightly red. It seemed that although she acted like an extreme nerd, she still had some sense of shame as a woman.

“There’s a saying that practice makes perfect.”

Lin Shangren didn't say this out loud. He wasn't in a hurry to force himself on Wilma. After all, including their previous conversation, he and Wilma had only been together for less than an hour. Furthermore, Lin Shangren's main goal wasn't to have sex with the witches, but to "redeem" them.

"Obviously, this girl doesn't need any redemption at all, just like Edna. Unlike other witches who live in a muddle-headed state, witches with certain beliefs or hobbies already have hope for life deep down." Lin Shangren thought, "Even if I didn't intervene, if she hadn't been captured by the Zhimen Organization, she would most likely have maintained her original monotonous and peaceful life..."

As he pondered, Lin Shangren searched his mind for information on master-slave contracts. After synthesizing various contracts in the S&M field, he drafted a relatively complete and reasonable master-slave contract. (I won't go into the details here; those interested can consult the literature for more information.)

With the contract signed and the relationship confirmed, Wilma's problem was temporarily resolved. Next, they needed to deal with the Zhimen Organization and Yaldabaoth.

"I don't need to take the initiative. Once I cut off their support, they will pop out on their own."

Anticipating that the enemy might attack the witches first, Lin Shangren took the initiative to protect the witches in his own shadows, just in case. So now there are only two people left in the library, Lin Shangren and Sister Rosalie.

After being captured by Edna, this tough nun has been unwilling to cooperate with Lin Shangren's group. In order to prevent her from causing any more trouble, Lin Shangren kept her alone.

Sister Rosalie was still wearing her pure black nun's dress, though there were a few scratches on her legs, revealing a section of her pure white thighs. Otherwise, there were no signs of torture on her body. Perhaps because Edna herself was a nun, she treated Rosalie kindly. Besides tying her limbs with ropes to restrict her movement, she didn't torture her in any inhumane ways and even provided her with good food and water.

Even so, Rosalie glared at Lin Shangren with resentment. After all, she'd almost been... well, not almost, the beads had been stuffed up her ass. If it weren't for the demonic maggots that had suddenly been affected by the curse, her anus would have been completely opened. Of course, what further infuriated the devout nun was Lin Shangren's series of blasphemous hellish jokes. After all, not everyone who hadn't visited a heavy-core pornography area could come up with the abstract and brutal act of hand-dumping.

"You devil, devil... I curse you! Curse you!" The nun from the Vatican roared out the most vicious words she knew.

"Um... doesn't Italian have a lot of swear words? Sister, are you too clean-mouthed, or are your hands tied and hindering your performance? How about I untie the ropes first?" Lin Shangren asked tentatively. Despite his unique linguistic skills, he wasn't exactly good at comforting people.

"With your strength, you should be able to easily break the rope, right? Why didn't you take advantage of the two days I was unconscious to break the rope and escape? Don't you want to? Or are you like Wonder Woman from ancient times, unable to exert your strength when your hands are tied?"

As he spoke, Lin Shangren pulled out the short sword Feng Ling Yue Ying from the shadows and planned to untie Rosalie: "Let me be clear, you'd better not take this opportunity to attack me. Otherwise, I will exercise my unlimited right of self-defense and use your body."

Sister Rosalie had never been so rude in her life. Normally, when facing those heretics, she wouldn't have bothered to reason with them; she could have just punched them to death. But for this devil with his dirty mouth, she had no other options.

Moreover, after Lin Shangren stuffed the beads into her, her power mysteriously disappeared. No matter how much she prayed to the Lord, the holy pattern on the back of her hand never lit up again.

"Has the Lord abandoned me? No, I cannot doubt the Lord. This must be a test from the Lord."

Rosalie closed her eyes tightly, reassuring herself that the Lord was watching over her. As long as she passed this test, everything would be fine. Even if she didn't, it was the Lord's arrangement, her destined fate, and she only needed to accept it.

"bring it on."

Contrary to Rosalie's expectations, the demon opposite her really just cut the ropes that bound her hands, but did not further molest her body.

"Let's talk frankly. I'm very interested in the power you displayed earlier and the Christianity of this world. What is that power? Where does it come from? How do I obtain it?"

pigeon day

There have been a lot of things going on recently, and I'm not in a good state, so... coo-co ...

Chapter 227: God is the same

Sister Rosalie obviously wouldn't answer Lin Shangren's question. Having experienced Lin Shangren's subtlety in language, she simply chose to remain silent, covering her ears to avoid further fouling. If suicide weren't a mortal sin punishable by hell according to Christian doctrine, then without the power to bless her, she would have wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, unable to pray.

If Rosalie was Edna's predecessor, Sister Triss who was obsessed with chivalric literature, she might have said "Gosh, kill me" to express her determination, but Rosalie, feeling that she was not good at speaking, chose to remain silent.

Seeing the blonde girl with big boobs in front of him stop talking and cover her ears, Lin Shangren didn't think it was that difficult. If she refused to talk, then he would just ask her directly.

"Come, let me see what psychological trauma you have."

Lin Shangren's amber-gold irises turned gray, and surging black shadows enveloped the bodies of the two. His consciousness forcibly invaded Rosalie's conscious world.

Logically speaking, Rosalie, a nun with big blonde hair and a fanatic, possesses the same abilities as priests and pastors in traditional Western fantasy RPG games, and has a defective reproductive system (closed vagina). With the above characteristics, Rosalie should be a person with a very interesting story.

But the reality was quite the opposite. Her consciousness was incredibly pure, and the psychological shadows she carried were negligible. Most of them were from her childhood in the convent when she was criticized by the nuns for her slow reaction. The biggest psychological shadow was left behind by Lin Shangren two days ago.

While Sister Rosalie exhibited a certain tendency toward violence, her violence was reserved for those deemed "heretics." Even the horrific scenes of beating them to death or grinding their bodies into pulp failed to stir a ripple in Rosalie's heart. Simply put, she resembled the Lin Shangren, capable of brutally killing those she deemed deserving of death without any psychological pressure. The only differences were that her methods were simpler and less imaginative than the Lin Shangren's, and that her criteria for killing were based squarely on the Christian Inquisition's standards for heresy, rather than the Lin Shangren's personal moral values.

Apart from killing or strangling heretics, Rosalie can be said to be a model nun: gentle and polite to others, firm and pious in faith, gentle and kind.

Looking at this overly clean and bright world of consciousness, Lin Shangren felt a little embarrassed. If he hadn't been in a frenzy when he first met Rosalie, if he had just explained to her that the witches were once human, they might have formed an alliance, exchanged intelligence, and worked together to take down the Zhimen Organization. Their relationship would never have ended up like this.

"It's not too late now... If you want to apologize, you have to show some sincerity."

Thinking, Lin Shangren appeared in front of Rosalie's projection in the world of consciousness. This was a memory from Rosalie's childhood, when she was being punished by the nun to copy the Bible because she had recited a verse incorrectly.

"Sister Rosalie, let's talk." Lin Shangren said, and created the image of the black bishop Valentinos in his consciousness world.

"You should be interested in this Bishop Ni... He is currently working for the Supreme Gate Organization. This so-called Supreme Gate Organization is the culprit that created the witches and demon maggots and turned this city into what it is today."

……

It is located in the city center and Guandong Xiefa Street.

The fires from last night were still raging, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of burning protein. The Linshang people, known for their ability to kill without burying, had left the bedbugs crushed in last night's purge lying where they were. Even if the bodies rotted in a few days, there was no need to worry about an epidemic; the city was practically deserted anyway. Besides, the Linshang people were planning to give the city a "heat-sterilization" before leaving.

However, the corpses in this area could not wait for high-temperature disinfection. A "scavenger" came here and was constantly gnawing on the corpses in the form of a giant demon maggot. Brian McCool did not go to die directly. Before going to find Lin Shangren, he wanted to devour enough corpses to increase his strength.

"This feels really good... Strength keeps flowing through me, growing stronger and stronger, surging! As long as I become strong enough, I will definitely be remembered in history!"

Born into a French military family, Brian McCool idolized Bob Denard, the king of French mercenaries, from a young age. He aspired to emulate Denard, single-handedly influencing the fate of multiple nations, roaming Africa with his own might, challenging both inside and outside, and leaving his mark in history as the most unfettered and powerful outlaw. To this end, after graduating from military school, he gave up the stainless steel rice bowl his father had prepared for him in the military and instead gathered a group of comrades to travel to the vibrant and flourishing Africa to join the Black brothers in their cause.

Unfortunately, just a few years into his mercenary career, he encountered a large-scale "aid and construction" initiative by a major Eastern nation. The days of overthrowing regimes in Africa by simply assembling a group of mercenaries were gone. Bob Denard thrived because he was a French "white glove," while Brian, without any connections, had to retreat from the spotlight and retreat into the shadows. Then, he met Zhimen, who was preparing to form his own organization.

Brian didn't become a mercenary for the money, but for the fame and excitement. Working for witches, primarily fighting other supernatural creatures, was thrilling enough. The organization's ultimate goal was to recreate the world, and participants could be considered apostles of the new era, a true legacy of immortality. Consequently, Brian readily agreed to join the Supreme Gate. Seven years after the ritual concluded and the city fell into iniquity, he had hunted numerous witches with the equipment provided by the Supreme Gate, making him a truly significant figure. However, his loyalty to Yaldabaoth and the Supreme Gate was far from unfathomable.

"Becoming God's apostle in the New World? Then why don't I choose to become God in the Old World directly?"

Calculating in his mind, Brian chewed up the human corpse in the huge mouth of his abdomen.

"As long as the people swallowed are enough and strong enough..."

……

Lin Shangren briefly explained to Rosalie the inside story behind the Zhimen Organization and the Shelter City, even telling her about Yaldabaoth's plan to recreate the world. However, Rosalie's attitude towards Lin Shangren did not soften at all.

For Rosalie, Yaldabaoth, who wanted to steal the Lord's authority, was a devil and a heretic, but wasn't Lin Shangren, who could tell dirty jokes using the holes in Jesus Christ's hands, also a devil and a heretic?

She would never cooperate with Lin Shangren. But she also had to find a way to get out of this quickly and report the situation on the shelf to the Vatican.

Seeing that Rosalie still looked indifferent, Lin Shangren stopped talking about the witch and asked curiously, "Normally, if you have a vulvar deformity or vaginal atresia like you, it would affect uterine development and sex hormone secretion. Well... if that's the case, then your body is still developing so... 'healthy', which is truly a gift from God. However, if there really is a God, he shouldn't let a beautiful woman like you suffer from such a disease. In this way, he really is a bastard."

Hearing Lin Shangren insulting God, Rosalie couldn't help but argue, "Be careful with your words. Don't slander the Almighty. God must have a reason for this arrangement. This is... a test for me."

"Well... a little girl was abandoned by her parents because of a congenital disease, then adopted by a monastery, and then taught to be a fanatic. I have to say, it's really like a grandson." Lin Shangren said this deliberately.

If Rosalie had taken the bait and engaged in a debate with Lin Shangren, she would have been refuted by Lin Shangren, whose religious knowledge and way of thinking far surpassed hers, and might even have been outwitted and retaliated. But Rosalie didn't take the bait and returned to silence.

"Don't argue with demons, or you may be bewitched by them." This was the first lesson Rosalie learned after entering the Inquisition.

"Forget it, just come directly." Lin Shangren rubbed his neck, and then said, "Your illness may be given by God. Then can the omniscient and omnipotent God heal you? You have served Him devoutly for so many years."

"..."

"Hey, isn't that a coincidence? I'm not omniscient, but I can cure your illness. Think about it, you're pretty pitiful. Your secondary sexual characteristics are so obvious on the upper body that they're almost popping out, but your lower body is blocked. You don't even have the common sense to comfort yourself."

Lin Shangren snapped his fingers. Rosalie's body in the conscious world immediately changed. Her deformed vulva returned to a normal, narrow opening. The blocked vagina was unblocked, her underdeveloped uterus was restored to normal, and the nervous system supporting her reproductive system began to function.

"Don't be shy, take in the feeling that's about to come. Don't resist, and don't feel ashamed. Sex is not a sin. Since God gave humans this ability and allowed them to learn how to eat the forbidden fruit before they accidentally ate it, then it's definitely not a sin."

Lin Shangren didn't touch Rosalie's body, only using his eagle finger to arouse her slightly. The sensation wasn't intense, just the same as when a woman urinates after holding her urine for a while, or the feeling of warm water flushing the vulva in a smart toilet. But even for Rosalie, who had never experienced sex before, it was still a novelty.

This novel feeling reminded her of another shameful sensation: her buttocks. Thanks to the transformation of the oil beads, her anus could now secrete lubricating oil and produce a certain amount of fluid. And since the food at Edna's shelter had mostly consisted of compressed biscuits, Rosalie had some dry stools, so...

To put it more politely, this 26-year-old, busty nun with a defective reproductive system was only just beginning to experience the same feelings as a child during their anal stage. (Freud divided human sexual needs into five stages: oral, anal, genital, latency, and genital. The first four are in childhood, and the last is after sexual maturity.)

Under such stimulation, Sister Rosalie's old-fashioned and calm expression finally became a little out of control, a blush climbed up her cheeks uncontrollably, and her breathing began to become a little heavy.

Lin Shangren continued, "Don't suppress it. This is the feeling a healthy human being should have... If you really can't adapt..."

"Click."

Lin Shangren snapped his fingers, retracting his mind image and leaving Rosalie's consciousness. Rosalie's face remained flushed as she regained consciousness, but in reality, her body hadn't been healed. Having once again lost her reproductive system, she suddenly felt... empty.

"Do you need me to heal you?" Lin Shangren took out a tube of his own blood from the shadows. "Just drink it, and it will cure all diseases. It's much more effective than the holy blood of Jesus."

Rosalie turned her head away, but heard Lin Shangren continue, "You're sitting so stiffly. Is your butt hurt? Why? Is it because it feels good to have something stuck in it? Is there something slippery and about to flow out?"

"!"

Having her secret exposed, Rosalie lowered her head in shame. Lin Shangren took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulders and once again activated Eagle Finger. "Don't be ashamed. If there truly is a Creator, then sex must have been created by Him. If God truly created humans in His image, then He must have the same needs and... desires as humans."

Chapter 228: Great Gods in Europe and America

"Go away!"

Rosalie pushed away Lin Shangren who was holding her shoulders, then she curled up in place, covering her ears, and kept muttering: "I am guilty... I am guilty..."

If she could be easily shaken by weak and blasphemous words, then she was not a devout nun, and it was even less likely that she would gain strength from the "God" she believed in.

"I'm guilty... I'm guilty... I can't think about it, I can't think about it..."

Rosalie tried hard to forget Lin Shangren's disrespectful remarks about Mr. Hong, but Lin Shangren's voice kept echoing in her mind:

"God definitely exists, and He must be quite happy with this. Aren't we God's creations made in His image?"

Looking at Rosalie trembling on the table, Lin Shangren decided to add fuel to the fire. Just as he was about to let Rosalie experience the same feeling she had just had in the world of consciousness, his actions changed.

The effect of the Eagle Finger changed to drowsiness and lethargy. Lin Shangren raised the shadow under the chair and hid the sleeping Rosalie inside. He then drew out the Sasher sword and Demon Slayer, and looked warily at the ventilation duct in the corner of the library.

"Although it's true that bugs are more likely to breed in dilapidated buildings like this, aren't the numbers here a bit too many?"

Before Lin Shangren could finish his words, Brian, who had sneaked into the library through the ventilation ducts, launched an attack. White maggots, dripping with slime, gushed out from the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes. He didn't rush to reshape himself into a human, but planned to fight Lin Shangren first as a swarm of insects.

Looking at the dense swarm of maggots covered with yellow-brown mucus and with a strange smell rushing towards him from all directions, Lin Shangren felt some physical discomfort.

"Are you a fucking sea of ​​dung maggots? Aiden!"

Lin Shangren drew a hand seal and slammed his palm to the ground. The Yarden Seal activated, and purple inscriptions entwined with lightning formed a shield, keeping the disgusting maggots out. Then, streaks of silver lightning spread from Lin Shangren's feet. Lightning Nova... er... Hellish lightning activated simultaneously. The high-frequency current was further refracted and diffused as it passed through the Yarden Seal. Instantly, lightning blanketed the library floor.

After a moment, the first wave of lightning receded. Although the hellish lightning temporarily blocked the attack of the maggots, it failed to kill many maggots.

"Ineffective? These things are immune to electric shock? No way..."

Maggots are not immune to the damage of hell's lightning, but their self-healing ability is so terrifying that even if they are electrocuted to the point of bursting and bursting by high-voltage current, the exploded maggots can instantly return to their original state.

"Appraisal."

[Name: Brian McCool]

[Race: Non-standard humanoid? Alienated human? Maggot-like human]

[Identity: Mercenary Leader of the Zhimen Organization]

[Status: Maggot swarm, scattered consciousness, high-level physical immunity, high-level self-healing, secreting venom...]

[Note: The little piece of trash you beheaded has returned with a vengeance. Be careful not to get caught in the gutter; it's a pile of shit when it gathers, and a cloud of dung when it disperses. Don't let it get stuck to you.]

"The other party finally lost their patience and came to deliver the food."

[The situation before me clearly looks more like offering to poop… Ugh, this thing is so disgusting. (;≥皿≤)]

The maggots quickly regrouped, gathering and launching another wave of attacks, the swarm slamming towards the edge of the Aden Seal. The purple inscription continuously emitted a "sizzling" sound, and the inscription's light gradually dimmed, and it seemed that its energy was about to be exhausted.

Lin Shangren didn't use the seal again, but instead activated the power of Maxwell's demon. Don't get me wrong, he didn't intend to devour the maggots directly, but rather to use the pure energy vision of Maxwell's demon to determine one thing.

"Dispersed consciousness means the other party's consciousness is dispersed and attached to the insect swarm. Does that mean these insects are scattered with the other party's soul?"

Sure enough, Lin Shangren saw several dark red psychic light spots on many large yellow-white maggots that were larger than the other maggots. Each of these light spots extended extremely fine threads, controlling countless other small maggots that had no assigned consciousness.