Chapter 505: Obsession, Changing Fate

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"Despicable little worm!"

The bedroom curtains were drawn, blocking out all light.

"Disgusting, using such tactics to seduce me…"

Yi Leina locked herself in the bedroom, burying her face deep into the pillow, her slender fingers gripping the velvet pillow tightly, leaving deep indentations.

"Damn it!!!"

What is this feeling?

His face, his voice, his actions—all replayed endlessly in her mind, even with her eyes closed, hallucinations blooming until they fused with the sacred, untouchable visage in the photo.

He too…

She too…

All of it merged together.

"But he's so cute, so beautiful…"

This is terrible!

This is way too weird?!

It was just some minor surgery on his face—could the photo possibly be cursed?!

This is what Xing Tian Tian kept going on about…

Yes! A negative artifact!

That bastard must have placed a curse on the photo, inflicted some negative effect—he's as dangerous as ever!

Thinking of this, Yi Leina clutched the pillow tighter, her heart skipping beats at random intervals, her breathing never steady.

"Cheating, cheating, it's cheating!"

She murmured it over and over.

It sounded like anger, but carried far more complex emotions beneath.

She lifted her head, stealing a glance at the photo placed nearby, now framed and mounted—warmth surged into her nostrils.

That face is cheating!

No—the fact that the Goddess of Light is Su Lin is the real cheating!

"Before, when I looked at the photo alone or saw that annoying face alone, I never felt this way."

Yi Leina buried her head again, plunging her vision into darkness—but the two utterly unrelated things, the Goddess of Light and Su Lin, now overlapped, triggering some strange elemental reaction.

Like a fuse igniting dynamite, or a natural force triggering a volcano.

Since the moment she learned the truth, something had burst forth before she could even react, spreading through her like an electric current.

"He's just a narcissistic, foul-mouthed, scheming, sadistic jerk who loves watching others suffer!"

She hurled the pillow hard, smashing it directly onto the photo, burying it.

Yi Leina decisively turned on the light, pulled back the curtains, stood before the mirror, and began tidying herself, forcing away her wild thoughts.

"I should've agreed when Su Lin suggested killing Kleine."

This is ridiculous—it's all because of this reason?

Realizing the absurd, almost unbelievable nature of her own feelings, Yi Leina clenched her teeth, enduring the shame.

Thump-thump!

"Come in."

Yi Leina, desperately needing something to distract her, found her direction at last; she tidied her appearance slightly, leaving only a flush on her cheeks.

Two Yi Leinas entered.

Generally, the fifteen Yi Leinas each had their own traits: one who openly adored girls, one perpetually stuck in chuunibyou, one who called herself intellectual but was actually brain-dead.

One can only marvel at the infinite possibilities of the Parallel World.

Even so, to distinguish themselves, each different Yi Leina altered her attire and hairstyle.

The two Yi Leinas standing before her, nearly identical to her, seemed to be…

"Gel Yi Leina and Zombie Yi Leina—what's up?"

Correct—these two were the Yi Leinas who, during their journey, meddled too much, got caught in danger, and became a zombie-golem and gelatinous state, barely clinging to life.

They were restored to normal thanks to Su Lin's help.

With a sharp slap, in front of the two counterparts staring in shock, Yi Leina clutched her slightly swollen, aching face, tears welling up, and gritted her teeth to ask:

"Say something, you two—hiss—"

She rubbed her face, inhaling sharply through her teeth.

"Hah…"

The Yi Leina without a hat—the one who had been in gel-slime form—looked at this unique individual they called "Niu Mowang," exchanged a glance with the other version of herself, and said:

"After a vote among everyone, we've decided to accept your previous proposal."

Yi Leina looked utterly confused: "Proposal?"

Did she mean the sales position at Ye Zhetian Trading? Or a demon-potion post at Dan Alliance? Or flexible work selling magical items, fortune-telling, tutoring?

"Your recent antics have become too extreme—we can't take it anymore."

Zombie Yi Leina spoke up: "If we keep going like this, we'll eventually all be sent away by you. Rather than wait passively, let's take on a mission proactively."

In Yi Leina's bewildered expression, the Gel Yi Leina reluctantly added: "Our journey already failed. We're standing here speaking normally only because of his help—consider this our acceptance of the mission."

"Stay and get to know him—but we're clear on this! Don't force us to do any weird stuff!" Zombie Yi Leina twisted her index fingers against each other: "At least give us time to understand him, like our parents did."

After speaking, the Zombie and Gel Yi Leinas unconsciously shifted their gaze elsewhere, their eyes filled with resistance and reluctance.

Clearly, they had mustered great courage.

After witnessing fifteen Yi Leinas being taken away yesterday, and seeing none return, a sense of "when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves" spread among them.

In the past, this great demon king would offer tempting high rewards to anyone who voluntarily stepped forward as Yi Leina, but never forced anyone.

But yesterday's actions have instilled fear in everyone—this man has become irrevocably obsessed.

By the time Yi Leina understood their words, several minutes had passed.

She looked at the two nervous individuals, then narrowed her eyes into a kind smile: "Where in this world does such a good thing exist? Keep dreaming like this, and I'll kill you."

The two Yi Leinas across from her froze in place.

"It was you who said just now—"

Before they could react, the great demon king Yi Leina had already left the room, holding a photo frame.

"That's why I said, love is a troublesome thing." The two shook their heads and began cleaning the great demon king's room.

Su Lin rubbed his chin, his eyes nearly squinted into slits.

"I never thought you two would dare show up in front of me again—"

"So, have you made your choice?"

Confused, Su Lin sat atop the Water Mirror Peak, directing historical projections to sort piles of items and send them to the extradimensional vault and the sect's treasure repository.

Su Lin turned to look at Lu Mingfei and Kleine, who deliberately kept their distance, and smiled: "Which one first?"

Lu Mingfei broke down: "Isn't it a choice between two?!"

"Oh." Su Lin suddenly understood. "Skirt? My advice: skip the disaster city and don't become Ming Fei for three days."

After all, a good man doesn't fight a woman—unless it's a warrior's duel.

Lu Mingfei shamefully hesitated.

After all, he'd worn a skirt before; truthfully, though embarrassing, he looked far better than that group of flashy types.

As long as no one else found out—

"Interested?" Kleine asked beside him.

"No." Lu Mingfei kept his face blank: "I'd rather die than dress as a woman."

Kleine nodded: "Oh."

He retracted

his gaze, scanning Su Lin and the entire Water Mirror Peak, then paused slightly before asking: "Didn't Yi Leina come to find you?"

"Find me? Oh, speaking of the devil—he just messaged me."

Su Lin checked his private message, pulled his mouth into a grimace, and muttered: "Cowardly, shameless, bastard, pervert—keep insulting me? Are you insane? I didn't even provoke her; if she shows up, she won't get off easy."

Probably still mad about that "Time Travel Fantasy" performance.

I even gave her face just now, letting these two heretics walk away without sending them straight to God.

"Are you kidding? I can't even go home now—keep insulting me, and I'll move into your house!" Su Lin snapped back angrily.

Kleine glanced at Lu Mingfei, who exhaled a sigh of relief.

It seemed Yi Leina, after snatching the photo, hadn't come to bother Su Lin—if she had, Su Lin's rage from the last round might've already filled his kill meter again.

The only problem was Yi Leina's utterly bizarre expression when she left.

Thanks to some "Sea King Lu" guide video, Lu Mingfei, though he'd never eaten pork, had at least seen pigs run—let alone Kleine, the master of emotional control.

That expression clearly had something wrong with it.

A startled shout came from behind Lu Mingfei—Su Lin's true body emerged from thin air and leaned close to Lu Mingfei's ear, his voice cold:

"You didn't do something to anger her and make me take the blame, did you?"

In that instant, Lu Mingfei felt his heart nearly stop—after all, the Azure Jade Void Sword was pressed against his spine.

"Hmm? Speak, Mr. Li Jiatu."

Su Lin suspected Lu Mingfei and Kleine had done something, but had no proof.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei's mind went blank; his entire life flashed before him—from the lowercase "i" on his Shilan Middle School graduation certificate to the uppercase "G" he was about to earn.

"Why is she angry?" Kleine asked, puzzled. "Wasn't she going to treat you to dinner with her payment?"

Lu Mingfei stared at him in disbelief: "Wait, you just made that up?!"

Kleine subtly sent Lu Mingfei a message: "Just coordinate your story with her later."

"True enough." Su Lin sheathed his long sword, picked up a celestial fruit from the pile, and tossed it: "If she asks what I want for dinner, I'll definitely overcharge her."

Su Lin waved his hand, glanced at the two, then left with all his clones.

He'd originally planned to draw here, but Kleine, the King of Misfortune's Raven, showed up—so he had to move elsewhere.

After Su Lin left.

Lu Mingfei instinctively stepped two paces sideways: "Old Zhou—"

"Mm." Kleine responded with ventriloquism.

"Did you message Yi Leina?"

"No."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei scrutinized him from head to toe, eyes wide with fear, then activated his escape technique and vanished.

Left behind, Kleine touched his mouth, remained silent for a long while, then spoke: "Amon failed to seize the Source Altar. Su Lin revived within the Tianzun's body."

"The ship must sink!"

"Must drain the misfortune!"

"Heavenly gods and Buddhas, may fortune be boundless—Yuanshi Tianzun, Amitabha, Amen."

Su Lin performed his ritual as usual, but his voice gradually faded until he could only stare blankly at the last petal imprint on his palm.

He looked at the prayer script he'd once used before filming, then quietly set it alight.

All rituals were simplified—only seeking to cancel this imprint through the blade-padding method. These two bouts of misfortune didn't physically harm him, but their humiliation was extreme.

No, this is no longer a matter of insult. Su Lin shivered. "I don't want to endure ancient urban and female-targeted novels anymore."

Learned.

A magician who lived in Tang Renjie in San Francisco, fond of garlic and edamame sandwiches, once said: "Use metaphysics to defeat metaphysics."

Su Lin swallowed hard and raised the draw limit from the original 3,000 points per draw to 106,000 points.

He carefully calculated: based on the guaranteed loss mechanism of the draw, even if he drew only items worth far less than the points spent, the loss was still within his tolerance.

He poured in 60,000, then 60,000, then another 60,000 points into the familiar draw interface—this time, even the White Zunzhe's blessed statue was not arranged.

His mood was strange—partly wanting to cash out, partly wanting to negate the side effects of this mark.

As three gray streaks, trailing tails, rippled through the void and flew into his backpack and body, the "Command Seal" on his hand remained unresponsive; Su Lin let out a sudden Horned Sihou:

"In the name of God, Hun Tian Di, and Tian Fo Zun, the great benefactor Su Lin's fortune today—"

Before he could finish speaking, the items were already drawn.

Su Lin scratched his head irritably, then nervously stared at the items.

Certificate of Nature: When entering a universe inhabited by sentient life, it collects personal baseline information to generate a randomized simple identity, one that can be embedded into history with verifiable traces but cannot affect the current era. I have consulted the Great Nature of this universe—nine sacred cups cast in succession granted me legal immigration, bringing love and life to this universe—The First Serpent Head of the Firmament: Druid King, Malafrio, Sorrowwind.

Platform of Asking Heaven: Hear the will of Heaven, question the myriad realms, inquire into nature's transformations, probe the mysteries of the netherworld, seek the chaos of worlds. Since ancient times, who transmitted the way above and below, when form had not yet taken shape? Remember: good and evil do not exist among all heavens; to ask Heaven, one must possess the heart to die for the world. —Last Human Emperor

Decree of Incense Deification / The Ascension Ladder of Martyrs: Taking this as the core,

welcome the worship of mortals; incense and devotional energy are merely the initial spark, burning away the old body, becoming the Dao itself amid chants, engraving eternal glory! Using this method, once placed, no regrets—Lord of the Eastern Heaven Realm: Ascend the ladder to godhood, fall and sink into damnation. —Lord of the Western Divine Realm

Note: This method has certain restrictions—it must begin with a purely mortal body.

Su Lin exhaled deeply, his gaze brushing unconsciously over the petal mark on his right hand: "It's still more comfortable to cash out like this."