An infinite journey starting from paradise

Lin Shangren and Yaldabaoth asked this question simultaneously. Yaldabaoth needed to immediately rearrange her magic, or all the ritual materials and resources she had spent years preparing would be wasted. Lin Shangren also spread out the shadows to examine the current situation.

"It's not a big deal... it's just a pity that the transfer has to be temporarily suspended."

In the blink of an eye, Lin Shangren had already donned his clothes. After entering the Zhimen Organization's aerial fortress, he had locked onto Yaldabaoth's position with his shadow, observing her every move. After confirming that she was attempting to repair the fortress's levitation magic rather than simply fleeing, he gathered the bodies of the fifteen witches within his embrace. Thus, all twenty-six witches on the shelf converged upon him.

"Let's go, let's get rid of the boss behind the scenes and then continue our little game."

The next second, Lin Shangren appeared in the shadow behind Yaldabaoth.

……

"What's going on here?"

Sister Rosalie opened her eyes with difficulty. Drowsiness and fatigue still filled her body, making her unable to use any strength. But what really frightened her was the endless pure darkness before her eyes.

"Where is this?"

The nun panicked and tried to sit up, only to find herself floating in mid-air. She struggled to move, but her right hand brushed against something soft, like a human butt. She jumped, unable to discern the object in the darkness. She reached out again to confirm its identity, only to feel what looked like a bull's horn.

can not see.

There is only darkness here.

“If only there were light, if only the Lord had not forsaken me.”

There could be no light. This was the shadowy dimension controlled by Lin Shangren. It lay within the narrow space between Lin Shangren's clothing and his skin, yet due to the properties of the Shadow Swamp, it possessed a nearly infinite capacity. In a sense, this was a dimension independent of reality. Without light, without the speed of light, there was no increase in entropy or change in motion on the material level. Therefore, people and objects within it did not physically age or decay.

At the same time, because there is no entropy increase and time as a vector, people in it will be like being caught in Lin Shangren's [Zeno's Paradox]. The time they subjectively perceive is infinitely stretched, creating a gap with the time of the material world outside the shadow space.

Therefore, whenever Lin Shangren took someone into the shadowy space, he would first knock them unconscious, temporarily rendering them unconscious, to prevent their subjective consciousness from being lost in the extended perception of time. However, this time, because Rosalie was suddenly attacked and taken into the shadows, Lin Shangren hadn't confirmed whether he had fully hypnotized her. As a result, Rosalie, who had some resistance to the Eagle Finger, woke up in the shadows.

In the material world beyond the shadows, only a few hours had passed, but in Rosalie's subjective perception, a second could be just a second, or it could be an eternity. And in this situation: with a clear mind, yet spending an immeasurable amount of time in utter darkness, no matter who it was, no matter how profound their thoughts or how steadfast their faith, they would likely give up thinking like some ultimate being.

Fortunately, Rosalie was lucky. Her subjective consciousness did not infinitely magnify her perception of time. Less than a year later, she saw the light again.

For nearly a year, she spent trapped in endless darkness. Although she wasn't hungry, the lack of water and food still tormented the devout nun. Meanwhile, the monsters lurking in the darkness, those with sharp horns and claws, though they hadn't attacked Rosalie, still terrified the powerless nun.

prayer.

All Rosalie could do was pray.

But the god she believed in obviously would not respond to her.

Such a degree of suffering has exceeded the limits of Christian asceticism. In the endless despair, Rosalie's thoughts gradually changed: the "wrong ideas" that Lin Shangren said to her began to gradually prevail in her mind.

"God must love killing people. The things recorded in the Bible alone could dye the entire ocean red."

"There is a God, too. Didn't He create humans in accordance with Himself?"

In loneliness and despair, the desire for sex gradually emerged, and Rosalie's fingers began to instinctively reach for her buttocks.

From barely relieving her despair to scratching her itch and finally to being unsatisfied, Rosalie's desire for sex began to grow stronger and stronger. She was no longer satisfied with the comfort brought by playing with her own butt.

"I should have drunk his blood..."

"I should have obeyed him. He was right..."

"..."

I don't know how long it was, but just as Rosalie desperately inserted her fingers into her deformed bud and slippery anus again, a bright light shone on her.

Rosalie didn't react to what happened for a moment, and when Lin Shangren saw Rosalie scratching her hands, he was also stunned.

"Uh...hiss...do you need me to step aside first?" Lin Shangren asked a little embarrassedly.

"Give me!"

Rosalie finally realized what was happening and threw herself on Lin Shangren: "Please... give it to me... give it to me... wuwuwuwu..."

Looking at the crying nun Lin Shangren was also a little confused: "Calm down first...Calm down first..."

……

Lin Shangren released Sister Rosalie and the witches from the shadows, proving he had already defeated Yaldabaoth and the entire Zhimen organization. As for the process, there's really no need to elaborate. It can't be described as a hard-fought victory; it could be described as an easy, instant kill.

Lin Shangren was originally a little apprehensive when faced with a witch who had lived for thousands of years, collected almost all the magic in the world, and whose ultimate goal in life was to reshape the world and become the creator god herself.

After seeing Jaldabaoth's true form as a young, loli-shaped female imp with heterochromatic eyes, Lin Shangren didn't let his guard down. After two tentative personality-recovery punches landed on Jaldabaoth's stomach, causing her to vomit blood, Lin Shangren felt a slight surprise. Finally, after a final Avada Kedavra strike chopped her into a corpse, Lin Shangren still wondered if she had faked her own death to escape.

Then, when the Zhimen Organization's fortress, deprived of its magical support, completely collapsed to the ground, the Zhimen Organization's mortal members were all horribly slain by classical mechanics, the demonic maggots scattered, and the mind-controlled black bishop fell apart on the spot, Zhimen rushed forward, hugged Yaldabaoth's body, weeping, and threatened to fight Lin Shangren to the death. Only then did he begin to believe the fact that he had finally killed the boss in a single blow.

"No...that's it...is that all?"

[That seems to be the case. ~(￣▽￣～)~]

"Forehead……"

A little disappointed?

"Not so bad. I've been here for five days, massacred a city, captured twenty-six beast witches, and will soon receive a large amount of magical heritage. It's a pure and enjoyable game. But..." Lin Shangren rubbed his neck, "That's it...?"

Lin Shangren opened his task panel, and then found that after killing Yaldabaoth, he had not completed any of the three system tasks.

"That's for sure~ You haven't redeemed all twenty-six witches yet. As for stopping the advent of the new century, as long as the Gospel of Judas exists, there will always be another lunatic who wants to become the creator god. As for love and peace... you just showed what "" means... so... (?˙ー˙?)"

"So it's just beginning?" Lin Shangren shook his head. "It's already over. Isn't it good enough to just deal with these minor issues?"

As he spoke, Lin Shangren raised his hand and wrapped a large area of ​​ruins under his feet with a black shadow. Then, all the books collected by Yaldabaoth and various magical materials prepared for many years were brought to Lin Shangren.

"First, we'll take inventory of the equipment that was dropped. Then we'll start the post-battle migration."

Chapter 234: Sister, the Principle of Prayer

An abandoned commercial building in the city center.

After receiving the legacy of the Zhimen Organization, Lin Shangren found this relatively clean building nearby as a temporary base - there were fewer dead bodies here, making it easier to deal with.

"Magic books, alchemical materials, and various secret scrolls written in ancient and obscure languages..."

Lin Shangren removed the Bruce Hearn mask and, with a casual glance at the vast pile of ancient books, some made of human skin and some made of papyrus, he learned several long-lost ancient languages, including the so-called Elvish language. This world once had golden-haired, long-eared elves, but they had been exterminated by Yaldabaoth. Not only the elves, but also other intelligent life forms, similar to humans yet distinct from them, were completely wiped out by the witch.

"Judging by the results, this guy is even more racist and anthropocentric than I am."

Lin Shangren rubbed his neck, reached out through the shadows and grabbed a book that looked very ancient.

“Is this the Gospel of Judas?”

After a quick scan of the contents, Lin Shangren felt a sense of déjà vu. According to the Gospel of Judas, the so-called "God" does not actually have consciousness, but is a powerful force originating in a space inside the Earth that is parallel to the material world.

He is not simply isolated outside the Earth, but participates in the material cycle within the Earth in the form of soul energy: the soul of every intelligent creature once belonged to this powerful force that can distort and rewrite reality. Therefore, some intelligent creatures are able to distort and rewrite reality by directly using this power in their souls or invoking the power of "God", and the external manifestations are magic, miracles, and prayer.

"Sure enough, it's that whole warp and psychic energy thing again. I was wondering how the energy generated by the desperate souls of twenty-six witches could change the world. It's like the principle of leverage, where a small ball moves a larger ball, right?"

Using extreme despair to unleash powerful psychic energy, and then amplifying this energy through a series of mind transmissions, she could mobilize enough energy within the Warp to distort the entire Earth and rewrite everything in the material universe. If Yaldabaoth succeeded, she could truly leverage this power to become a "God" who was "not quite omniscient, not quite omnipotent," but who could do whatever she pleased and act as she pleased on Earth.

"But don't trust everything in this book. Who knows if what Jesus and Judas believed was actually what they believed? I should ask other professionals."

As he spoke, Lin Shangren took off his coat and released the witches Sister Rosalie who he had protected in the shadows.

then……

……

"Please... give it to me... give it to me..."

Lin Shangren was inevitably surprised when Rosalie, like an addict, hugged his thighs. Then, after seeing Rosalie's skirt rolled up to her waist and her panties pulled down to her knees, and the round snow-white buttocks in between, with her anus glistening with liquid, he finally understood what was going on.

"I was negligent."

Lin Shangren squatted down and held up Rosalie's tearful face. Rosalie was like a child born into a vegetarian family, who, after first experiencing the delicious taste of animal protein and fat, became obsessed with meat because of the instinct etched into her DNA.

No, her situation was even worse. Raised in a convent and later targeted by the Inquisition, Rosalie had spent the first twenty-seven years of her life without experiencing fine food or any form of entertainment. Her only outlet for catharsis was the frenzied violence she unleashed during the trials of heretics. But the gratification of destroying heretics wasn't enough to dispel the pent-up frustration within her soul. While trapped in the shadowy realm, powerless, she could only soothe herself with sex, which gradually replaced faith in her heart.

"Don't be impatient." Lin Shangren slowly moved closer to Rosalie's face. "Before I give it to you, you still need to learn a lot. This is called kissing."

Lin Shangren placed his mouth on Rosalie's rosy lips, used his rough tongue to push open her teeth, and then skillfully teased the slippery tongue inside. Rosalie, suddenly attacked, instinctively frowned, then relaxed her body and let Lin Shangren tease her.

He devoured Rosalie's mouth, their lips mingling as they made lewd sucking sounds. He slowly moved his lips along her plump lips to Rosalie's cheek. After gliding across her slightly red cheek, Lin Shangren suddenly took her left ear in his mouth and began to nibble softly.

"Woo..."

"How cute! You have very sensitive ears, Miss Sister."

Rosalie let out a soft moan of pleasure. Seeing that she was beginning to get into the mood, Lin Shangren's large hands moved to her chest. He reached under her clothes, unhooked her bra, and cupped her fully mature breasts with both hands. His fingertips lingered between the soft peaks, and he used the tips of his index and middle fingers to tease the gradually hardening tip.

"This is called a two-handed dribble."

"I...I understand..."

Rosalie raised her neck, a blush covering her cheeks and neck. Lin Shangren continued to use his palms to knead and play with her breasts, his lips sliding from her earlobe to her neck, and then kissing her breasts step by step.

"It smells like milk and a hint of sweat. It must be delicious. This is called eating grapes."

Lin Shangren reached out and gathered the two soft breasts together, and gently sucked on two grapes.

“Um…ah…”

Rosalie couldn't bear the intensity of the pleasure and moaned from time to time. As Lin Shangren bit and sucked, Rosalie arched her body slightly, unconsciously thrusting her chest forward. These reactions revealed that she was craving this indescribable feeling.

"Add more fire."

A pink magic circle lit up in the palms of Lin Shangren's hands as she massaged the base of her breasts. It was the lactation-inducing magic engraved on the [Cow Nipple Ring], which could increase the sensitivity of the breasts and allow them to secrete milk without being pregnant.

“My chest feels so full and uncomfortable… It feels like something is being sucked out… Aaaaaaaa…”

Rosalie screamed and her body began to spasm. The anus that had been transformed by the [Oil Intestine Beads] leaked out crystal clear sexual fluid. The deformed vulva didn't react at all... no, the small pink bean actually stood up.

“Gurgle…Gurgle…”

"Whoo~"

Lin Shangren opened his mouth, and rich milk dripped from the corner of his mouth. He gently kissed the two grapes that were still slowly dripping milk, and said gently: "It tastes very good, Sister, do you want to try it too? Kiss~"

Without waiting for an answer, Lin Shangren once again occupied Rosalie's mouth. After a deep kiss full of milk, Rosalie was still panting, and she looked at Lin Shangren with seductive eyes. Although the milk tide just now was very comfortable, it seemed that it was still not enough.

"Give me more... please... for God's sake..."

"Shh~"

Lin Shangren pressed his index finger against Rosalie's pink lips: "In my presence, God has no face. But... as you wish, Sister. You still have a lot to learn."

He stood up, took out his already hard thing and shook it in front of Rosalie.

"Come... kiss it first." Lin Shangren said as he brought it close to Rosalie's pink lips that were shining with crystal liquid.

“Kiss…kiss…?”

"Suck it in your mouth."

"Uh…I get it. Ahem."

Rosalie stared at Lin Shangren blankly, waiting for the next instruction.

"Make sure you wet it well with your saliva, otherwise it will hurt when the real thing starts."

Rosalie nodded, not quite understanding.

“Gu…Wu…”

The disgusting feeling of a foreign object invading her throat made Rosalie feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"Don't resist."

"Woo... Gurgle, Gurgle... It hurts so much..." Rosalie said incoherently.

"Well...it's still a bit reluctant, so let me give you some encouragement."

Lin Shangren reached out and pulled down Rosalie's skirt, covering her exposed buttocks again. Then he put his right hand into the dark shadow behind Rosalie's head, and then extended it from the dark shadow under Rosalie's skirt, and flexibly caressed her anus with a few fingers.

"!"

As Lin Shangren's fingers suddenly dug in, Rosalie's soft buttocks couldn't help but spasm and tremble. Sweat began to drip down her blushing face, until the hot essence poured down her throat into her stomach.

Lin Shangren suddenly pulled out the huge thing from Rosalie's mouth, and the thick white liquid splashed and shot out, infecting the nun's face, which should have been holy but was now extremely obscene.

“Ouch…Ouch…Ugh…”

Rosalie retched and wanted to lower her head, but Lin Shangren ordered her, "Open your mouth and show me what I'm feeding you."

“Hmm…mm…”

Rosalie, who was completely immersed in it, had forgotten the rules that a nun should follow and just blindly obeyed Lin Shangren's orders as long as he could make her comfortable and satisfy her emptiness.

"Say thank you."

"Thanks……"

Rosalie smiled a foolish smile, but suddenly clutched her abdomen in agony. A burning sensation and unspeakable pain raced through her abdomen. Under the effects of [Little Bird Healing], her deformed reproductive system began to self-destruct and reshape.