Zerg: Why is the Overlord like that?

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He sat in the corner of the dark room, his body also covered in blood, and the wings on his back had been removed.

He hugged his knees with both arms, buried his head in them, and was very quiet, as quiet as if he were dead. Only his very faint and shallow breathing indicated that he was still alive.

This was exactly how Jian Chi saw Elvis when he barged into that room.

Jian Chi walked over and reached out to touch it, but his hand passed right through Elvis's body.

He paused for a moment.

In this dream, he seems to be nothing more than an observer.

So he simply sat down as well.

I sat there for a very long time.

So long that he lost track of time, and nothing around him changed.

Although nothing changed, Jian Chi understood.

This is Elvis's dream.

In this dream, Elvis locked himself in this dark room, so naturally nothing changed.

Because he had gotten used to locking himself in this little room and waiting.

He waits for the insect to open the door and give him tenderness, for only by experiencing enough pain and torment can he obtain the tenderness he craves.

The order in his heart had already been established, and this was his order.

Overly ordinary, or rather, overly normal, relationships and interactions can cause his order to collapse, leading to his breakdown.

No insect could give him what he wanted.

Except for the simple pool.

All the Elvis who died here are from over 90,000 lifetimes; the only Elvis who still has a breath left is from this lifetime.

When he went to find the Third Prince, his wings were removed and he lost all five senses. He was both passively and actively returned to this dark room.

There has been no response or movement, and it's not for any other reason.

Instead, he was waiting to endure enough darkness and pain, waiting for the only insect that could open the door to open it and give him tenderness.

Jian Chi looked up and glanced at the door of the dark room.

For a long time, the door to the dark room remained closed.

At that moment, Elvis, who was buried in his head, suddenly moved and made a very, very faint sound, as if he had used up all his strength.

Jian Chi leaned closer and heard the faint sound.

"Meow……"

It was like the only rope to grasp in despair.

Then, he quieted down.

A long time passed.

"Meow……"

Jian Chi suddenly understood why Elvis, despite awakening memories from over 90,000 lifetimes, did not collapse and self-destruct like the original body, but instead maintained his rationality.

Because in this life, Jian Chi became the only anchor point in his chaos and pain.

For him, the world is only real when Jian Chi is there.

When his wings were removed by the Third Prince and he lost all his senses, he entered the dark room.

The code they had set up became the anchor point that stabilized his collapsing mental state.

That's why he keeps meowing.

The meow that Jian Chi heard at that time was not because Elvis knew he had arrived.

How could he possibly feel anything when he has lost all five senses?

Thinking of this, Jian Chi stood up and slowly walked step by step toward the door.

I left the dark room, turned around, and entered the combination lock.

The door slowly opened.

The blinding sunlight shone into the dark room.

Upon hearing the sound, Elvis slowly raised his head.

But he couldn't see it; only tears of blood kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Jian Chi walked over, passing through the mountains and fields covered with "Avis", and came to the only Avis that was still alive.

Then, he crouched down and pinched Elvis's chin.

Ten minutes later, Jian Chi released Elvis.

"Elvis, it's time for you to wake up."

Elvis opened his mouth, his voice blank and hoarse.

"wake up?"

Hasn't he already woken up?

"Yes, it's time to wake up, and it's time to go home."

"Go home..." Elvis paused, stunned.

Then, all of "Elvis's" corpses disappeared from the dark room, and the dream collapsed.

Jian Chi opened his eyes.

What came into view was Elvis lying quietly in the medical pod with his eyes closed.

He got out of bed, walked over, and opened the medical pod.

"Ivis".

Elvis didn't open his eyes, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to see them; his eyelashes just trembled slightly.

He was so scared.

I fear this is still just his dream.

When the dream ended, the powerful ruler had vanished.

But he heard the voice of the powerful ruler, and it sounded so real.

He opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse as in his dream, sounding somewhat lost.

"A mighty ruler..."

"Give me your hand." Jian Chi extended his hand to him, giving a concise command.

Elvis was momentarily dazed, but still obediently reached out his hand. Jian Chi pulled him up, and with his help, they stood up and left the medical pod.

Looking at the still unhealed wing wound on his back, Jian Chi spoke up:

"Let's go home first."

Upon hearing this, Elvis had a lot to say and a lot to ask.

But in the end, she said nothing and quietly let Jian Chi lead her.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel the real warmth when the powerful ruler held his hand.

It doesn't seem like a dream, he thought.

He was led onto the aircraft and returned home.

I was led around like this the whole way.

When I got home, I didn't hear Xiao La's voice. I could only feel myself going upstairs and into the bedroom, and being led as if I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Then, he heard the male ruler ask him a question in a gentle voice.

"Elvis, do you remember what you said in the dream?"

Elvis's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Of course he remembers.

In the dream, he only said one sentence, or rather, only one word.

"Meow……"

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheek was gently stroked, and he turned his face following the gentle touch.

Having received the tenderness he craved, Elvis was almost moved to tears, responding devoutly.

For this tenderness, he was willing to endure any amount of pain and torment.

At that moment, he forgot everything else and was completely immersed in this tenderness.

Because he knew that such tenderness wouldn't last long.

However, what he didn't expect was that this gentleness lasted for a very long time. Before he knew it, he was being guided to lie down on his side.

When he realized what the male protagonist was about to do, he was completely stunned.

"What? You don't want to?"

Those words sound so familiar.

Elvis pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling.

"I do." Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

This was something he never even dared to dream of.

Three hours later.

Elvis was still a little dazed.

He didn't even understand why the powerful ruler had acted so suddenly.

But he was still very happy.

Because this time, he is Elvis.

Just then, he felt the male master ruffle his hair, then lazily murmur:

"Mitchell..."

Elvis froze.

What does that mean?

Could it be that the lord saw him as a substitute for Mitchell...?

The thought of this possibility caused all the joy and happiness he had felt to vanish, leaving him deathly pale.

Just as he felt he was about to suffocate, the powerful ruler chuckled softly, a lazy smile playing on his lips, and said:

"He is not my maid."