Chapter 114: Earth Is a Dining Table

In the dream, she was far bolder than in reality; she dropped the hose, threw herself into Chris's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his tall body down, kissed his forehead, his blue eyes, and then his sexy lips.

"I know, Chris. But I cannot go to see you," she said.

"My dear, your heart is colder than ice, harder than steel." He looked down at her; beneath his high brow, his eyes were deep. "If you would only lower your gaze, you would discover that it is not only they who need saving, but me as well. Share a thread of that pity you hold for the masses with me..."

Yang Yi felt extremely guilty; he could always stir her emotions. Whenever she saw him, her heart would beat uncontrollably. Her eyes could not leave his face; every second she looked away, she considered it her loss, her sin.

He had once been her most beautiful, most anticipated dream...

Yang Yi's heart turned sour and bitter. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Chris transform into a black snake and lunge at her. Its eyes were blood-red, its triangular snake head revealing its venomous malice, and the whirlpool patterns all over its body made one dizzy.

Yang Yi twisted her head to dodge the attack, only to discover that she too had become a snake head. They shared one body, a familiar two-headed snake.

The garden where flowers bloomed turned into a swamp forest shrouded in eternal darkness. Strange rustling sounds came from the black forest, as if some ghostly entity was watching from the shadows.

"What are you staring at?" Little Yang Yi scolded loudly. "It is about to swallow us whole! You fool, still not thinking of a way out!"

Yang Yi then realized that in just a few days, its snake head had grown even larger than before.

She was clearly the soul of this body, yet her own snake head extended from beside its massive neck like a parasite, as if the fragment of the Evil God was the master of the body and she was the parasite.

"Bai Chi! If you hadn't insisted on showing off last time, we wouldn't have fallen into such a predicament!" Little Yang Yi was furious. "Look at the consequences your hypocrisy has brought! We will be swallowed by It! We will die!"

The triangular snake head looked down at her. In its blood-red pupils lay indifference, bloodlust, and contempt, as if looking at a worm not worth mentioning.

It opened its fanged maw, bit a piece of flesh from Yang Yi, and slowly swallowed it down.

She was slowly weakening.

When Yang Yi originally drew upon the Source of Life, the fragment of the Evil God had shared it, because It was the true master of the Source of Life. Yang Yi, on the other hand, could only use the Source of Life because she had been fused with a part of It and thus benefited from Its light.

When the large snake head completely swallowed the small snake head into its belly, that would be the moment she was fused with the fragment of the Evil God and lost herself.

At that time, there would no longer be a person named Yang Yi in the world, only a new Evil God wearing Yang Yi's body.

Little Yang Yi did not scold her this time; she stated the consequences directly: "At least for the sake of your hypocrisy, Yang Yi, think of a way quickly! If we die, It will wear our body and do things far worse than when I controlled this body—every human being is Its food!

"The true Evil God has not yet awakened; the descent of dark matter is merely the Evil God's followers expanding territory for their master. At least humanity still has a sliver of hope.

"However, this fragment of the Evil God has developed self-awareness. It is unwilling to be taken back by the Evil God. For this purpose, after we are swallowed, It will immediately strengthen Its own power, drain all intelligent life on the globe dry! Then It will abandon this desolate planet and seek the next dining table..."

Yang Yi suddenly woke up.

The bedside lamp was on, shining on the white bedsheet, a patch of ghastly white. The night air in Britain was cold; she had not covered herself with a blanket before sleeping, and goosebumps rose layer upon layer.

Darkness shrouded this country cottage, as if a massive crisis was looming over the entire Earth.

If... if such a day truly came, the people in this cottage would become a ball of energy, like a matchstick, burning away and dissipating lightly.

People in countless houses, countless people like Thomas and Miranda, would all become matchsticks, become fuel.

The entire Earth would turn into a dining table laden with delicacies, waiting only for a gluttonous guest to feast and depart with a flourish—It would not even leave a single scrap of leftovers.

Yang Yi's whole body turned ice-cold and numb. Having just woken from a dream, her brain was still stuck in the overlapping space-time of reality and the black forest. In a daze, she felt as if she were still dreaming, as if everything Little Yang Yi had prophesied was just an illusory dream rather than reality.

But she quickly sobered up. She jumped out of bed barefoot. The book "History of Western Art" fell to the floor with a thud as she moved, sounding as loud as an earthquake in the silent night.

Yang Yi didn't notice; she paced futilely around the bedroom, her heart beating wildly, like a mad drummer frantically beating a large drum. Her hands trembled uncontrollably like those of a Parkinson's patient. Her body felt cold then hot; one moment she felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit, the next she was thrown into a fire.

The lamp illuminated a small area. She paced back and forth at the boundary between light and dark, her steps hurried. In a flash, she thought she was not in reality but in a long, illusory dream—a dream so long that it had started from her birth and had not ended until now.

Why? Why? Why? Why—me?...

Countless "whys" rose, lingered, and danced in her heart; she could not think.

Why, of all people, was it me?

Why was it me who had to bear all this?

Yes, it was just an accident, an extremely low-probability accident.

Just like a lottery ticket, the fragment of the Evil God accidentally descended upon Earth, accidentally chose the newborn her, and accidentally developed self-awareness. Thus, countless accidents formed an unstoppable torrent that swept her, her life, and the entire Earth into an unknown destination...

What should I do? What exactly should I do?

How can I defeat It? How can I stop It?

Her thoughts were like leaves in a typhoon, fluttering wildly in the air, impossible to grasp.

She wanted to seek some advice, but realized she could not ask anyone for help. Even if she spoke the truth, who would believe her? Even if someone believed her, who could truly help her?

Had she not used the convenience of her identity within the Anomaly Management Bureau to test for this? Had so many scientific instruments detected it?

If she sought the help of a psychiatrist, they would only think she was crazy, that she suffered from schizophrenia, having split not only an "It" but also a "He/She/It" (referring to the divine entity).

No one could help her.

Only herself, always only herself.

Yang Yi's steps stopped. She felt it difficult to breathe, as if the air around her had suddenly vanished. Like a fish thrown onto the shore, she gasped for air, yet she grew more and more suffocated. The spacious room suddenly became cramped; the walls on all sides pressed in on her...

In a flash, she understood: in this lonely universe, humans will forever face everything alone.