Soul echo

Chapter 12 Nemo
When I opened my eyes, there was a haze in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see clearly.

But in a vague way, Zhong Ye saw the color of blood—the blood color of blood and flesh.

Blood was painted on the walls and ceiling, and there were several monsters moving in front of him. Zhong Ye watched them stretch out their tentacles towards him, and finally he couldn't help crying out.

……

Zhong Ye was lying on the wet and sticky bed, his limbs curled up in 'fear', the doll placed by the bed blinked bloody eyes, and there were several horrible scars vertically and horizontally on his stomach.

After opening his eyes and being able to see clearly, Zhong Ye realized that it wasn't the blood that covered the wall, but that the wall and ceiling were a mass of flesh and blood.

Those muscles and blood vessels are still able to breathe, expanding and contracting constantly.

A sound like flesh being torn suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of wet footsteps, two fleshy monsters covered with tentacles walked into the room, and one of the monsters stretched out its main tentacles and grabbed Zhong Ye. Pick up from bed.

'Fear' instantly filled Zhong Ye's heart, causing him to cry loudly, stretch out his hands and push him, showing great resistance, the bodies of the two monsters trembled, and hurriedly put Zhong Ye down.

……

Watching helplessly as a blood-stained skin membrane was tied around his neck, Zhong Ye's breathing became a little rough.

He raised his head timidly and looked around.

I saw a few fingers inserted into the blood vessels, burning lights, and the dark yellow flame seemed to be burning the soul.

The distorted and viscous voice suddenly reached his ears, which made Zhong Ye 'startled', and hurriedly looked at the head of the long table.

The monster sitting on the main seat swayed. Seeing this, Zhong Ye couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He hesitated a little, endured his nausea, picked up the bone tableware, and slowly cut the wriggling pieces of meat on the plate. The pieces of meat and bones were put into the mouth to chew, chewing...

A little monster sitting at the dining table suddenly screamed, and two big monsters stood up immediately, the big one that looked thinner hurried over and dug out the 'food' from Zhong Ye's mouth.

At this time, Zhong Ye felt pain - from the tongue, mouth, and throat.

……

When he grew up a bit, Zhong Ye gradually understood the language of those monsters, and knew that the two big monsters were 'parents' and the little monster was 'brother'.

There are also some monsters who are servants of the family.

Gradually, he learned to write and paint.

——Writing and painting on the bloodshot membrane.

In this world, no creature can understand the anguish and fear hidden in his heart since birth, which can only be resolved through words and pictures.

He piled up those membranes in the room until one day, 'mother' discovered them by accident. Not long after, many unknown monsters appeared in the house. Under their watchful eyes, Zhong Ye bit the bullet and drew a few more. .

Then, he was sent by 'parents' to a swollen vehicle and left 'home'.

That was the first time he saw the scenery outside—floating objects wrapped around intestines, half-opened blood vessels, low slices of flesh growing with sharp teeth, and towering white bones with countless slices of flesh.

As he got farther and farther away from 'home', Zhong Ye became more and more silent.

For the first time since he was born, he had the idea that 'it's okay to stay at home'.

……

Zhong Ye met the king of monsters and attended a party.

He has a smile on his face - at the 'teacher', he learned to 'smile' and also learned to be hypocritical.

At that party, he met the 'princess' and was kissed on the cheek by her.

Zhong Ye laughed along, expressing that he was 'extremely honored'.

After leaving the palace, sitting in the carriage, while the 'teacher' was still chatting with people outside, Zhong Ye frantically wiped his cheeks with his hands, but no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't erase the wet and greasy feeling.

nausea!nausea!nausea!

……

Zhong Ye's paintings became less and less, and he hasn't touched a brush for half a year.

But the painting half a year ago made him the most famous young painter in Westland. Even if he didn't do anything in the past six months, no one was disappointed with him. They just thought that he was brewing, and the next painting would be even better. stunning.

No one knew that Zhong Ye no longer planned to continue painting.

He became more and more desperate for this dirty and ugly world. From birth, he knew that he was different from those monsters, and the loneliness and fear of incompatibility accompanied him for more than ten years.

At first he thought he was used to it, but as time passed, the feeling of being out of place became more and more abrupt and obvious.

Especially when those monsters were admiring his paintings, standing aside, even if he didn't hear their admiration, he would feel extremely disgusted.

——How can anyone in this world like to appreciate 'despair'?
Because he has lived in this world for more than ten years, he can already read the emotions of those monsters from their movements, even if they don't speak, he can still feel the 'worship'.

Holding the scissors in his hand, Zhong Ye sent them down his throat in despair.

Sitting on the back of the chair, the muscles all over his body were tense, and his feet were firmly pressed on the ground, sinking into the soft flesh and blood.

He silently felt the pain, but unexpectedly, he actually tasted some joy and joy from it.

Then, he heard a voice.

——You are a good boy, a good boy should not suffer such pain.

——If you want to stay away from pain, just call my name!
You, your name... what is it?
Expectations bloomed in the eyes of 'Nemo' who were about to be extinguished, and he raised his hand with difficulty to grab upwards.

——Listen to your heart, you already know my name.

With his lips parted slightly and his legs kicking constantly, as he was dying, 'Nemo' called out the name with the last breath in his throat.

"Praise... joy!"

……

After changing out of the blood-stained clothes, 'Nemo' stood in front of the full-length mirror and tidied up his appearance. Looking at the usual handsome image in the mirror, he couldn't help laughing.

Then, he stood in the middle of the room and looked around.

In the spacious and bright bedroom, there is a large mahogany bed, and the floor is covered with blankets. Other than that, there is only a mirror and a wardrobe.

Usually he can only see 'white' from his skin, but now, it is everywhere.

The blankets full of flowers are so cute, and even the walls are hard.

Taking a deep breath of the dull, smelly air, 'Nemo' walked out of the bedroom.

He met a middle-aged maid in the corridor. He listened to her greeting, thought for a while, and greeted with a smile: "Miss Emma, ​​good morning."

Then, humming a newly written ditty, he walked towards the restaurant with graceful steps, leaving the stunned middle-aged maid behind.

"Good morning, Miss Philia!"

"Good morning, Uncle Lester!"

"You too, Philip!"

Walking into the restaurant, 'Nemo' saw an old man sitting on the main seat, smiling and leaning over to salute, "Good morning, teacher."

Seeing this, the old man was slightly taken aback.

He has never seen his students show such a sincere smile...

"Well, sit down."

'Nemo' sat down and dined with the old man.

He seems to have a particularly good appetite today, eating twice as much food as usual.

After eating, 'Nemo' looked up at the old man, smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm going out to have a look and prepare my new work."

The old man was overjoyed, no wonder his student was in such a good mood today, it turned out that he was going to paint again.

The old man smiled and said kindly: "You have grown up and can make your own decisions. You don't need to ask me for instructions on these things."

With permission, 'Nemo' did not stop any longer, and apologized to leave.

After leaving the mansion and walking out the door, 'Nemo' could no longer hold back the emotions that were about to explode, and took another deep breath.

Fresh but not humid air, vibrant green, vast blue sky, chirping birds, vigorous draft horses, light carriages...

Sitting in the car, 'Nemo' closed his eyes and shed tears of emotion.

"Praise... joy!"

…………

Click!
Zhong Ye woke up from his deep sleep and got up abruptly.

The soles of the boots crushed glass slag, making a complicated sound.

He held the long sword in his hand, the blade was still burning with fire, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.

Dazed for a moment, Zhong Ye lowered his head and looked at the fire sword. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep relying on this long sword just now.

Immediately, looking back at the statue of the sun floating quietly on the pedestal, Zhong Ye tightened his lips and bowed to the statue.

"puff!"

Nemo spat out the warhead, and the long-suppressed power returned to his body, bringing his dying life back to the world.

There is a foam-like substance constantly bulging at the bone fracture, and the muscles and blood vessels squirm, grow explosively, and connect with each other, filling the terrible wound.

The skin membrane is closing the cavity, the sunken chest is gradually filling up, and internal organs and organs are also forming.

Click!Click!
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, turned his head to look, and was surprised to find that someone had woken up early, not the demon hunter, but the unknown Dongtu man!

He couldn't help sneering when he saw that Dongtu man walking slowly with a flaming sword in his hand.

Nemo climbed up from the broken ground, "You two can't kill me together, let alone you alone now?"

Zhong Ye raised the fire sword, stood in the sunlight, and said solemnly: "Under the witness of the sun's radiance, you will have nowhere to hide, and you will not be able to move."

Nemo's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his head to look behind Zhong Ye.

This is - the Church of the Sun God!
The shards of glass refracted dazzling brilliance, locking the bard's body firmly in place.

When Amos and Zhong Ye summoned Nemo's soul to this body, [Plague or Abyss] had already been completed—the Resta plague was 'Nemo' itself, and the plague was just an appearance, but it was actually Nemo A ritual to please the 'Lord of Pleasure', the people of Resta would never dance and sing without his control.

If Zhong Ye doesn't pay attention, the system panel will not pop up automatically.

So, until just now, he didn't realize that the mission had been completed and the rewards had been issued.

[Sun Blessing·Family of Light: Bathed in the radiance, your body functions will be strengthened (very slightly), any skill will be added with light elements (very slightly), and your body’s recovery ability will be enhanced (weak)]

【Gaze of the Sun God: You have received the attention of the Sun God (remaining time: [-] minutes)】

The church is equivalent to a god's kingdom on earth. Zhong Ye got the attention of the sun god. After learning that he was fighting with the believers of the abyss, the sun god gave him an ability to help him defeat the enemy.

[Sun power (incomplete): You can mobilize the divine power of the Church of the Sun to obtain a 'limited wish' ([-]/[-]) (remaining time: [-] minutes)]

"Please, the Supreme Light, lend me the power to kill demons!"

After the words fell, [Sun power (incomplete)] turned into a ray of light and merged into Zhong Ye's body.

The flames on the blade transformed, and brilliant golden blooms bloomed.

Zhong Ye swung his long sword and chopped off that beautiful head.

"As a viewer in the first half of your life, I sympathize with what happened to you, but you have committed an unforgivable crime, so I must kill you."

The flame faded, and the long sword returned to its original shape.

Standing in front of Nemo's corpse, Zhong Ye lowered his eyes, "May you not suffer from such a curse in your next life..."

——This is the first sight that the witcher saw after opening his eyes.

The corpses of the abyss believers melted into sand with the wind, while Zhong Ye stood in the radiance, like a hero who walked out of an epic myth...

No, he saved the town and is a 'hero'!
At this time, a sneaky horse head poked in.

Zhong Ye and Amos looked out the door, meeting the eyes of the crowd.

The cheers gradually rose, forming a wave, and the joy of surviving the disaster filled the entire street in an instant and spread to other parts of the town.

(End of this chapter)