Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

"I don't care what you become! I don't care if you become a ruthless female demon or a bloodthirsty tyrant! As long as you're happy and carefree, that's all that matters!"

"On the contrary, no matter how good you become, even if you become a saint today, a compassionate and merciful person, what's the point if you're unhappy and living a repressed life?!"

Bibi Dong stared at him blankly, tears welling in her eyes, seemingly unable to comprehend this logic at all.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Nan Feng's anger burned even hotter.

"But why are you so fixated on this issue of whether or not to change it?"

"Is that the important point? Huh?!"

"I hope you can find inner peace! I hope you can accept yourself, for better or for worse, and live freely and with clarity! But what about you?"

Nan Feng suddenly waved his hand, "You've made yourself so twisted! You're torn between yourself every day, torturing yourself like crazy, living such a painful life! It infuriates me just watching you!"

"I don't want you to change any bad habits, I just hope that your heart will no longer be filled with that disgusting pain and internal conflict!"

"I've tried so much for you."

Nan Feng's eyes dimmed, and his tone revealed deep weariness.

“I helped you devise strategies, I helped you kill, I even tried to empathize with you and enlighten you. I hoped to pull you out of that painful dead end.”

"But in the end I realized that I couldn't change you at all."

"Not only can I not change you, I'm even being dragged down by you little by little, led astray by your madness and paranoia!"

Nan Feng took two steps back. "I've finally come to understand a truth. The only one who can change a person is themselves. Any forced intervention from the outside will only incite rebellion and a more distorted backlash, and will have no other effect."

"So I chose to leave."

"I choose to keep my distance from you. Not because I hate you, but because I can't save you, and I don't want to be driven crazy by you anymore."

Chapter 324 I'm out of options, I'm running away too!

……

The room was deathly silent.

Bibi Dong slumped to the ground in a daze, her lips moving as if she were desperately trying to understand Nan Feng's words, but her deeply ingrained way of thinking prevented her from grasping the core of Nan Feng's words.

Subconsciously, she still felt that Nan Feng was angry because she hadn't done well enough, because she had made a mistake, and that as long as she changed and listened to him, he would come back.

Seeing the unwavering logic in Bibi Dong's eyes, Nan Feng's last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

He grabbed a handful of hair in frustration and let out an extremely absurd, cold laugh.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"Or are you saying you never intended to listen to what I have to say in the first place?!"

"I feel like trying to communicate with you guys is like talking to a brick wall!"

“You simply can’t listen to any outside voices! All of you are locked in your own closed loop of logic, living entirely in your own world!”

“I told you I hoped you would be happy, and you told me you would admit your mistake and make amends.”

The atmosphere in the dimly lit, secret room was so oppressive it felt like it was driving people crazy.

Bibi Dong's eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up, her once noble and beautiful face now showing only broken vulnerability. She gripped Nan Feng's sleeve tightly, her voice choked with sobs, almost inaudible:

"But I... just want you to stay."

Upon hearing these almost pleading words, Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter out of anger.

There was no joy in that laughter, only a deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity.

He abruptly flung his robe aside, knelt on one knee in front of Bibi Dong, stared directly into her tear-blurred eyes, and gritted his teeth as he retorted:

"I stayed?"

"What good will it do me to stay?! Will you really be happy if I stay?"

Nan Feng pointed at her, his eyes filled with a sorrowful disappointment:

"Yes, if I soften my heart and stay now, you'll definitely be very happy for the next few days, and you might even feel that everything is getting better. But how long can this fake painkiller work?"

"Ten days? Or half a month?"

"What happens after this false sense of security wears off? You'll start to become suspicious and anxious again! If I smile at someone else even slightly, you'll think I'm betraying you; if I leave your sight for even a little while, you'll think I'm plotting against you!"

Nan Feng's voice trembled slightly, revealing a deep weariness:

“I’ve been by your side for so many years, watching you get to where you are today, but has the pain in your bones changed even a little bit? No! You’ve been living in torment all along!”

"Now, I don't even dare to stay by your side anymore!"

He stared intently at Bibi Dong, his eyes reddening, his emotions finally overflowing at that moment:

"Do you think I wouldn't be sad to see you like this, neither human nor ghost?"

"Do you really think I don't want to stay?!"

"But the problem is, what's the point of me staying?! If I stay, you'll never get out of that dead end. You won't be happy, and neither will I! If we continue to be tied together, it will only become an endless cycle of mutual torment!"

Nan Feng suddenly grabbed a handful of hair, his voice extremely hoarse, carrying a sense of despondency and despair as he confessed everything:

"My departure isn't because I'm so noble, it's because I really have no other choice!"

"I'm out of ideas!"

"I can't save you, I can't change you, I'm just running away! Don't you even understand?!"

Before the words were finished, a cool, pleasant fragrance wafted over.

Bibi Dong suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as if she wanted to meld her whole being into his bones and blood.

Scalding tears, like a burst dam, kept falling onto Nan Feng's shoulders, quickly soaking a large patch of his clothes.

Her mouth was open, and painful sobs escaped her throat, but she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

She understood.

She understood everything.

She wants to change too!

She also wanted to let go of those heavy hatreds, to be like a normal person, to embrace a little bit of pure joy, and to trust the person in front of her without reservation.

But she couldn't do it.

Every time she tried to climb up and embrace that sliver of light, the shadows of the past, like a lingering affliction, would transform into countless black hands, gripping her ankles tightly and dragging her back into that dark and gloomy chamber!

That shadow was too deep, too cold, too hopeless.

It had long since become part of her flesh and blood, a part of her soul.

The moment she even slightly yearns for the light, the deep-seated fear and disgust will retaliate tenfold, reminding her of the betrayals and humiliations she has suffered.

She can't get out.

Even though the sunlight was within reach, she was locked in that dark past, unable to see the light of day, and could only drag those around her down with her in endless pain and distortion.

……

Spirit world.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and divine power surged.

A huge water mirror floated in the center of the magnificent temple, clearly reflecting the suffocatingly desperate embrace inside the secret chamber of the Spirit Hall in Douluo Continent.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, stood before the water mirror, watching the two figures in the mirror weeping bitterly, like trapped beasts in a desperate situation. His expression shifted constantly, appearing extremely unnatural.

Even the highest deities, watching this mutual torment among mortals with no way out, felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"How about...we lend a hand?"

Poseidon finally couldn't help but speak, breaking the deathly silence in the temple, his tone tinged with a rare hesitation.

"This kid is really out of ideas this time."

Poseidon sighed.

An outsider's perspective is clearer.

He saw Nan Feng's despair and understood Bibi Dong's predicament perfectly.

Bibi Dong's heartache stems from that dark and hopeless past.

It was a festering sore etched deep within her soul; she couldn't get out of it on her own, and Nanfeng couldn't forcibly pull her out either.

Because as soon as Nan Feng reaches out or tries to pull her, Bibi Dong's body and soul will instinctively shrink back due to an extreme self-protection mechanism.

She was too afraid to come out.

In her subconscious, she had already sentenced herself to death.

She felt that she was dirty, rotten, and a defective product unworthy of redemption.

She didn't dare stand in the sunlight at all; no matter how warm or pure the light was, she would only feel blinded and terrified.

She could only hide in the shadows like a rat in a gutter, clinging to life with that pathetic, twisted sense of security.

"Help? How can we help?"

The god of evil slowly stepped forward, his deep gaze sweeping indifferently over the image in the water mirror before delivering a judgment devoid of any emotion:

"There's no way to solve her problem. This is just how her life will be."

Poseidon frowned: "Could it be that even the power of the gods..."

"Divine power can reshape the physical body, but it cannot bring back a soul that has already died."

The god of evil interrupted him coldly.

"There are all kinds of people in this world. Some people can be reborn from the ashes in desperate situations, but for someone like her, what other path is there but to slowly rot away in a dark corner?"

"Poseidon, put away your overflowing divine mercy. Not everything in this world can be undone."

"Her heart died in that secret room back then. The current Pope of the Spirit Hall, who is so high and mighty, is nothing but a walking corpse in human skin."

"The only reason she can still breathe, think, and fight for power is because of her morbid hatred and obsession with this world, with Qian Xunji, and with the angel race. This evil thought is her life now."

The evil god sneered, "You want her to let go of the past? You want her to abandon hatred and embrace the sunshine? That's utterly absurd!"

"Asking her to let go of all this is tantamount to taking away her only motivation to live, which is equivalent to sending her to her death!"