Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

“Only here…” The giant girl glanced at the surrounding darkness, her fear finding a place to rest, and nodded emphatically, “Only here is Hua Hua safe, and only here is she a well-behaved child who is loved!”

Immediately, the finger cage slightly opened a crack, and a pair of wide, purplish-red heterochromatic eyes stared intently at Samael inside, their gazes filled with longing.

"Master, Master will stay, right? With Hana, never to be separated!"

Mention Samael, and the once gloomy Protea will suddenly become radiant. Its usually quiet and adorable personality will become talkative, as if it has endless things to say.

"Master...Master...You belong only to me, Master...Hehe. How strange...I haven't eaten any resources today, but just mentioning your name has stopped my stomach from growling. My heart feels warm."

For the first time, someone didn't dislike me, was willing to play with me, and was willing to touch me.

Yes, touch! Tiny...warm...

I hope you can touch me more. Please touch me. Come touch me. Because I'm... (very) furry.

More...more...if I don't do this, I feel like I'm going to disappear..."

Hearing the intermittent murmurs and the expression of a large dog trying to please its owner, the candy vines on the platform fell silent for a moment.

All along, it has been fear, disgust, or indifference.

This individual, imprisoned in the "Cage of Fallen Angels," is the least favored among them.

No one cared about her feelings, no one cared about her voice, and no one was willing to approach the danger.

Even for her, the relatively familiar relationship with others was based on nothing more than exploitation.

She, and they, never truly entered the child's heart, never truly understood the child's desires.

Such a simple, such an ordinary desire...

Even so, this simple happiness still cannot be satisfied.

Samael sighed and shook his head slowly and calmly.

"Sorry, Flower, I really have to go out..."

"Liar, you said you'd always be with me..."

Upon hearing the clear refusal, the Emperor Flower's face instantly lost its luster. Her pale fingers not only didn't loosen their grip, but instead tightened even more, her deep voice stubborn and defiant.

"No, I won't let you leave!"

"You should understand that even without this incident, I couldn't have stayed here forever."

Samael gently shook his head, his gaze frankly shattering the girl's last shred of illusion.

He could weave countless lies to create that beautiful vision and easily extricate himself, but faced with such a pure and humble soul, his deceitful tricks seemed so filthy.

The beautiful dream shattered, and the "cruelty" of reality impacted that fragile heart.

Samael moved his lips but didn't speak. He turned and walked toward the gap where the finger cage had loosened.

"Stop..."

The voice pleaded, but the steps continued forward.

"Stop!"

The voice gave the order, but the figure still didn't turn around.

The enormous body trembled, and the clear sound trembled as well.

"I want...I want to eat you!"

Tears welled up in its eyes, but it stubbornly raised its head, opened its arms, and made a fierce hunting motion.

"Ouch——!"

The fingers, as sharp as mountain peaks, whipped up a howling gale and slammed into the ground. A monster emerged from the darkness, opening its mouth to devour what it craved, to make it a complete part of itself, from which it could never escape or be separated.

"Love cannot be obtained in this way."

The deep voice carried a hint of stern rebuke, and the figure finally turned around, his eyes revealing a trace of reproach and disappointment.

This girl, whose mental age is about 14, gives the impression of being conservative, negative, fragile, and illusory. On the surface, she is just a shy little rabbit, but in reality, she is a clingy large dog.

She desperately wanted to express closeness through physical contact, to compensate for the lack of love in her heart.

This is the Alterego of "Yearning for Love".

But ordinary people crave love because of happiness, delicious food, and warmth.

The King Protea, however, has no reason or purpose like the animal in the story; it simply seeks love, attention, and warmth.

She had no interest in the outside world or new relationships; she only cared about what was in front of her and the people or things that gave her warmth.

However, this relationship is not equivalent.

To put it nicely, this is a pure courtship, a single-minded devotion, without any impurities.

In reality, the Emperor Flower, due to the emptiness in its heart, overlooks the process of nurturing "love," recognizing only love and not romance, simply believing that this care will never fade, will never change, and will always accompany it.

But once the affection from the original target is lost... one will not feel love, and will feel unsatisfied...

In this way, everything that was once desired and everything that was once familiar will crumble.

Like an infant separated from its parents, or a child whose toys have been taken away, it thinks the world will collapse at that moment, and falls into endless fear and crying, instinctively venting its fear and anxiety to everything around it, trying to attract attention and favor.

But blind indulgence is never the solution.

Only through proper growth can she break free from the "craving for love" that she can never satisfy no matter how much she tries to absorb it.

That's what made her realize that a desire that only seeks more will devour the other person, and that only a relationship based on mutual recognition and giving is true "food for the soul."

Of course, reality is never quite what we want, and growth is inevitably accompanied by growing pains.

As Tiamat's divine son, and as this child's "elder brother" in a sense, he needed to teach the Emperor Flower these principles.

Finally, the hands that slammed down stopped an inch above the target's head, trembled for a long time, and then fell limply to the side, leaving a shocking deep crater.

"Hua Hua hates you!"

A furious, mournful cry, tinged with sobs, echoed as the enormous figure slumped dejectedly in a corner, its sound and outline gradually swallowed by the surrounding darkness.

Those heterochromatic purple-red eyes gradually dimmed until... a soft hum sounded from behind.

"Since you'd rather die than be separated from me, why don't you be bold and come with me?"

The huge girl sitting with her back to him trembled, and her ears involuntarily perked up.

"Don't worry, it's just a change of environment. With me here, no one will dare to bully you. I can guarantee that."

The gentle voice seemed to bring unparalleled power, and the huge girl, unable to contain herself, cautiously turned her head to peek, half believing and half doubting.

"Really?"

"real!"

Bathed in sunlight, Samael answered decisively, nodded emphatically, and gently raised his right hand towards the girl in the darkness.

Moments later, the monster's giant claw pierced through the darkness and reached for the light.

A large hand descended upon the small hand.

"Boom!"

The roar overhead intensified, and rubble rained down from all around.

The arm in the darkness seemed startled and froze in mid-air.

Samael, on the other side, neither urged nor blamed him; he simply stood there, waiting quietly.

He showed great patience, encouraging the girl with gentle eyes to step out of this cage.

Finally, the bewildered little monster mustered its courage, crossed the boundary of darkness, and touched the reality under the sunlight.

The big hand and the little hand intertwined, as if in light and darkness, Adam and God's fingertips touched, receiving the blessings of heaven and sparking a new life.

As the familiar touch returned, the head that emerged from the darkness swept away the gloom on its face, revealing a satisfied and innocent smile.

"Master, don't worry, Hana will protect you once we get out!"

He patted his large chest with his big hand, solemn and firm.

Samael smiled, feeling relieved.

Children may be willful, but they are also the easiest to please.

"Are you guys done yet? Aren't you going to help? I can't hold on much longer!"

The candy vines, which were hopping and leaping among the falling rocks on the high platform, took a moment to catch their breath and looked resentfully at the bottom of the Fallen Sky Threshold, their voices even carrying a hint of sobs.

"Buzz!"

Just as the candy vines opened their mouths, a strange tremor came from the entire [Fallen Sky Cage], and the walls made of data modules around them writhed eerily.

In an instant, countless black tentacles shot out from the darkness, weaving into an impenetrable net.

"Master!"

The Emperor Flower's pupils contracted sharply, and it instinctively pushed Samael away, while simultaneously spreading its arms to block out all the gaps.

"Puff puff!"

Hundreds of tentacles wrapped around the Emperor Flower's massive body, tightening continuously.

The moment it came into contact with these strange things, the Emperor Flower let out a muffled groan, its skin began to turn black, and purplish-red light patterns quickly spread from the contact surface, as if it were a malignant ulcer.

Meanwhile, darkness continued to encroach, turning the surroundings into nothingness and chaos.

The protea was as if it were trapped in a dark quagmire, constantly being pulled downwards by the tentacles wrapped around its body, its body being swallowed up inch by inch by darkness.

Even so, the girl's face still radiated an innocent smile.

She kept her promise.

"A Spiritual Particle Fictional Trap!"

The candy vines on the high platform looked at the ever-wriggling and tightening walls around them, as well as the tentacles that were reaching out from the darkness, and their expressions changed drastically.

The Spirit Particle Fictional Trap, a kind of imaginary space that stores malicious information, is also BB's most threatening Noble Phantasm to them.

Its activation often manifests as evil tentacles, black mud, and voids; any digitized life form that comes into contact with these will be irresistibly absorbed by BB.

The essence of this thing is the darkness on the side of the Mooncell system—that is, negative emotions, resentment, cutting, and the crater that has been dug out.

In the spiritual world of the Mooncell system, data is the form of existence for intelligent life forms.

BB's spirit-particle fictitious trap can freely change the form and basis of data after it has been eroded, which is equivalent to making its existence more chaotic.

Even the spiritual world, which can change freely, and the pseudo-spiritual entities that maintain a "definite self" can be captured and eroded.

This enchanting tongue, existing solely for predation, is practically the biggest bug in Mooncell, easily wiping out all other personalities.

The surrounding walls seemed to writhe as if alive, the dark abyss surface spread rapidly, and swarms of tentacles thrashed about wildly. As far as the eye could see, the scene was one of utter chaos.

Some tentacles even crawled down from above.

The entire old school building no longer has any so-called "safe zone".

Seeing this, the candy vines gritted their teeth in anger.

"Damn it, the entire old school building is a trap woven from Lingzi's fabricated traps! She never had good intentions from the very beginning when she assigned me here, that bastard BB!"

The jubilant tentacles writhed in swarms, stripping away and eroding all data, leaving the world hollow, pitch black, devoid of light, with only the essence of chaos remaining.

At this moment, the little devilish junior with purple hair and purple eyes stood in front of the school gate, stopped shouting, and looked at the sky above the old school building with great interest in her bright eyes.

A gigantic, vertical eye, interwoven with red and black, tore through the sky, blinking wildly. Countless tentacles burst forth from the earth in a frenzy, and dense darkness poured out continuously from the imaginary space.

The dilapidated old school building, like a lonely island floating in the deep space of stars, will be swallowed up by the boundless waves in an instant.

BB savored the amusing performance, a smug smile playing on his lips, forming a wicked yet expectant arc.

"Well, a well-behaved fight that follows the rules is boring, isn't it? Let me see more of your suffering expressions!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Why Are Your Eyes So Unkind?

At this moment, inside the crumbling old school building.

Trapped inside, Hinako Akuta and Mashu dodged the intense firepower of the Sakura Machines outside the walls while struggling against the tentacles that kept growing and crawling from the darkness.

"Damn it, where did this thing come from? It's disgusting!"

Amidst her angry curses, Hinako swung her sword, slashing at the two thick whiskers behind her, her brows furrowed in a cold, menacing expression.