Infinite Chimera Creation

After speaking, Yuan Yuan didn't pause for a moment. Pointing to the Fox King, who had completely suppressed the White God within the white gap, he continued, his tone still cold, but without the previous impatience.

"This little guy's fighting style is more like that of humans who study science and increase their computing power through brain development than yokai that rely on a combination of instinct and skill. I'm very interested in the fact that a scientifically-minded being has appeared in the Sengoku period of Japan, where yokai roamed. Sora, go and investigate."

"As you wish."

A gentle voice rang out in the hall, and a person who looked exactly like Yuan Yuan stood up from the stone chair, while Yuan Yuan remained calmly seated on the stone chair, without moving an inch.

The figure who rose from the stone chair wore a gentle smile. Although he had the same face as Yuan Yuan, he possessed a completely opposite temperament. If Yuan Yuan was like solid ice that wouldn't melt even when exposed to the sun, then this person was like a campfire bringing warmth to people on a cold night.

Looking at the madman before him, who showed no trace of the madness he once had, Yuan Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems you've improved your control over negative emotions. Well done."

He shook his head with a smile, a clear sense of helplessness in his tone.

"Although my ability to control negative emotions has indeed improved, it still can't keep up with the rate at which your negative emotions are increasing. I don't know where you get so many negative emotions from, but I do know that if I don't improve, my rationality will be devoured by them."

"Alright, enough of this nonsense, I'm leaving."

As he spoke, Kongxiang casually made a swipe, opening a white gap, and stepped inside.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Despair (Part Six)

"It's over, senior."

With his body low to the ground, the Fox King's right hand pierced through the White God's chest. He raised his head slightly, a calm smile on his face, and abruptly withdrew his hand, letting the White God's blood spurt out of his chest.

Bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of White God's mouth. He lowered his head blankly, staring at the large hole in his chest, completely unable to understand why he, who was theoretically immortal because of the faith of his believers, was so close to death.

But death did not stop because of Shirakami's confusion. Soon, his consciousness became blurred. He relied on the great demon's powerful life force to support his standing body, but he began to stagger and finally fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lying in the dust, the White God's eyes were wide open, staring intently into the distance. His eyes were empty, devoid of hatred, sorrow, and even the confusion and doubt he had felt earlier had vanished completely.

In the direction the White God was looking, the giant gray serpent with six bladed arms lay slumped in the dust. The serpent had long since fallen into a coma, and apart from its occasional painful hissing, it was no different from a corpse.

Following the White God's gaze, the Fox King also saw the giant snake. Noticing the snake's rapidly healing injuries, a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"I said, Alaya, although you told me I shouldn't touch this snake, 'the bold get rich, the timid starve.' She's lying there helplessly now, so why don't I take a gamble and get rid of her too? Even if her brain doesn't work, analyzing it and figuring out the principle behind her regenerative abilities would be good. Maybe I can use it, and then I can become stronger."

As he spoke, the Fox King slowly walked towards the giant serpent, his face full of victorious smugness. He had made up his mind that even if Alaya objected, he would take the serpent away. After all, Alaya was just a consciousness formed from the aggregation of many brains, and no matter how dissatisfied it was with him, it couldn't do anything about it.

However, the Fox King failed to notice that when Alaya used him to incite Josephine's jealousy, she directly controlled his body without his consent. In the past, the insecure and timid Fox King would have noticed this. But this time, defeating the White God and the great demon who had been famous for hundreds of years had made this extremely insecure yet intensely ambitious fox demon confident, arrogant, and haughty, completely ignoring this aberration.

After walking a few steps, the Fox King realized something was wrong. Usually, whenever he spoke to Alaya, Alaya would respond to him immediately, but now Alaya was completely silent.

【Alaya, what's wrong? Speak!】

Impatience urged him on in his mind, but the Fox King did not stop and continued walking toward the giant snake. In his eyes, this giant snake had become a stepping stone for him to become stronger.

【Long time no see, do you know?】

Finally, Alaya spoke again. This time, her voice was still powerful, but it carried a hint of indifference towards all living beings.

From the very first moment I met you, I have been subtly influencing you through language and the training program I have arranged for you, trying to mold you into a great and powerful being like that great one—someone I can be loyal to, someone who can lead me to achieve a perfect life by stepping over the ruins of countless worlds. Even though you have always shown a lack of confidence, timidity, and inferiority complex, even needing to use cruel methods and extravagant displays to cover up your inferiority complex, I have never given up on you.

The Fox King's pace slowed, and as he listened to the merciless voice in his consciousness, a sense of panic began to rise within him. But Alaya's voice continued to ring out, unchanged.

I always thought you just lacked confidence. I believed that once you gained confidence, you could become the person I aspired to be. I firmly believed I could replicate that person's success. But as it turns out, I was wrong.

Even after admitting his mistakes, Alaya's voice did not waver in the slightest.

I was completely wrong. You've gained confidence, even the same arrogance as that man, but you're still no match for him in any way.

Panic finally surfaced on the Fox King's face. He wanted to say something, but was horrified to find that he couldn't open his mouth at all, not even in his mind.

[I, Alaya, the supreme unified will of the tenth level of hell, have failed in my first independent experiment. However, fortunately, over the years, besides subtly influencing your mind, I've also been modifying your body. Now your body has become a vessel capable of withstanding the descent of my will, so these past few years have yielded some results. Alright, after all my rambling, you can rest now. Leave the rest to me.]

Less than a second after Alaya finished speaking, the Fox King's soul vanished without any resistance.

Clenching his fist and feeling every detail of the Fox King's body, Alaya nodded.

"Not bad. Although it's much weaker than Mao Yu's body on the tenth floor, it's still usable."

"Speaking of which, I did feel the fluctuations from the opening of the white rift in the direction of the main hall just now. Logically speaking, all the movements in the main hall should be shielded by that person, and I shouldn't have been able to sense them at all."

Glancing at the giant snake that showed no signs of waking, the Fox King—who should now be called Alaya—felt a realization, then his expression turned somewhat grim.

"So, this is a warning from that lord?"

"It seems it's time to put this subconsciousness to sleep. That person will stay in this world for a maximum of five hundred years, so we can set it to awaken after five hundred years. By then, the subconsciousness can kill all life and completely transform this world into a brain-cultivating base like the tenth level of hell. Then it should be able to make contact with my main body."

A resolute look flashed across his face. Alaya turned around, picked up the corpse of the White God, and ran swiftly towards the Fox King's residence.

Upon returning to the Fox King's residence, Alaya did not hesitate for a moment. He entered the underground palace, destroyed the only passage leading to the surface, sat on the only stone chair in the palace, looked down at the hundreds of writhing brains below, and slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after Alaya closed its eyes, all the wriggling brains began to slow down and soon fell into complete hibernation. Judging by their life force, these brains were not even as vigorous as an ant.

The insects that had been flitting between the various nutrient solution pools quickly laid a large number of eggs and then died completely. From then on, not a sound was heard in the underground palace, and no trace of life was revealed.

Shortly after all this was completed, Kongxiang arrived at the Fox King's residence. After searching unsuccessfully, he flattened the Fox King's residence with a single blow and vanished. This left behind a group of powerful demons who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, each speculating wildly.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Despair (Part Seven)

"This scene really makes me want to kill someone."

In the outskirts of the Western capital, a handsome man gently waved his folding fan, looking at the heavily injured and unconscious gray giant snake before him with a smile on his face, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. However, the cold glint that kept flashing in his narrowed eyes proved that he was not as indifferent as he appeared.

Bai Lan continuously formed hand seals while rapidly issuing commands.

"Rakshasa, go and inform my younger brothers and sisters that someone is targeting us, and tell them to be on their guard. Also, mobilize everyone and every force you can to find out who attacked my sister. Anyone who dares to harm my sister will have to pay the price for everything they have."

After Bai Lan finished speaking, the menacing spider shoulder guard on his left shoulder suddenly twitched slightly, its eight blood-red spider eyes lighting up and releasing surging demonic power. In an instant, its aura transformed from that of an ordinary demonic artifact with only a little demonic power into that of a spider demon on the verge of becoming a great demon.

"As you wish."

The spider demon's dark, sharp mandibles clashed and rubbed together, producing a hoarse, piercing sound. Its Rakshasa eyes flashed incessantly; with each flash, a spider demon identical to itself would appear on the ground. In a short time, dozens of spider demons had appeared. Without pausing, these spider demons immediately rushed in all directions.

Finally, after about fifty spider demons had scattered to various places, the Rakshasa stopped. The light in its eyes slowly faded, and its demonic aura became faint. It transformed back into an ordinary demonic weapon shoulder guard.

Meanwhile, Bai Lan had completed the hand seals, and a large amount of golden liquid rapidly gushed from his hands, falling to the ground as if his palm were a spring. The golden liquid, upon hitting the ground, did not seep into the soil, but instead formed chains resembling large snakes, quickly sliding towards the gray giant snake.

After the golden liquid snakes swam to the gray giant snake's side, they suddenly slammed into her wound and instantly seeped in. Once the golden liquid entered her body, the giant snake's already rapid recovery speed accelerated even further.

Soon, the giant snake began to twitch unconsciously, and after a few times, it stopped breathing and became a corpse. Suddenly, a fair, delicate arm pierced the giant snake's skull, creating a large hole, from which a beautiful woman with long gray hair crawled out. Once the ashes had completely separated from the giant snake's corpse, a gentle breeze blew, and the enormous body turned into a cloud of dust, which was then dispersed by the wind.

Having regained her human form, Minghui didn't even glance at Bailan; in fact, she didn't look at anything at all. Like a walking corpse, she shakily stood up, then shakily fell down again. After several attempts, she gave up trying to get up, leaving herself lying in the dust without uttering a word.

Seeing Minghui's reaction, Bailan's smile faded slightly, and her brows furrowed. She walked a few steps to Minghui's side, bent down slightly, and spoke softly.

"Tell me, who injured you, and what happened here."

Minghui slowly raised his head, stared blankly at Bailan, and remained silent for a long while before lowering his head again.

"It seems they don't want to talk about it."

Seemingly somewhat helpless, Bai Lan scratched his head, his smile turning into one of indulgence.

"If your younger siblings make the wrong decision, it's your responsibility as their older brother to correct them, don't you agree?"

As she spoke, Bai Lan kicked Ming Hui hard in the waist, sending her rolling far away. Despite the brutality of her action, Bai Lan's smile remained indulgent, like that of a loving older brother playing a game with his younger siblings.

After a few violent coughs, Minghui still showed no reaction, lying on the ground like a corpse with lifeless eyes.

"You're so naughty, but the effects of the incantation haven't worn off yet, so I'll indulge you this once."

Seeing that Minghui still didn't react, Bailan smiled and shook her head, condensing a ball of golden liquid in her hand and flicking it onto Minghui. Soon, Minghui's pale face regained its rosy hue. Seeing that Minghui had recovered, Bailan kicked out again.

After repeating this countless times, Minghui finally raised her hand to block Bailan's foot, half-kneeling, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

What exactly do you want to do?

Smiling, Bai Lan withdrew her foot, placed her right hand on Ming Hui's head, and ruffled it vigorously a few times, making her already messy hair even messier.

"Didn't I tell you? Tell me who hurt you, and what happened here."

Feeling the somewhat rough warmth above her head, Minghui was clearly stunned. After a long while, her eyes gradually reddened, and tears slid down her cheeks, leaving two water streaks on her dusty face.

Gradually, the girl's body began to tremble, and her tears fell faster and faster. Finally, she lunged forward and hugged Bai Lan tightly, bursting into tears.

Stroking Minghui's head, a hint of relief finally flashed in Bailan's eyes. Although strong medicine is used for severe cases, and he saw that Minghui looked like he had no will to live and might commit suicide at any moment, he had taken drastic measures, but he wasn't very confident. But fortunately, everything went as he expected, and the door to Minghui's heart, which he had closed himself off, was finally violently broken down by him.

At this moment, the red light in the eyes of the Rakshasa, which was perched on Bai Lan's shoulder as a shoulder protector, flared up again, emitting a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"My lord, based on the testimonies of the lesser demons and ordinary people captured around here, it can be basically confirmed that the great demon Fox King killed the great demon White God. Miss Minghui was probably implicated in the battle between those two."

Listening to the Rakshasa's report, Bai Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful glint in them. After a moment, as if he had made a decision, he stroked Ming Hui's head and spoke gently,

“My dear sister, I have a general understanding of what happened here. Are you in this state because you are grieving for the death of the White God? Have you come to regard him as family? If you say yes, I can help you take revenge right now.”

Still clinging tightly to Bai Lan, Ming Hui's sobs gradually subsided, eventually falling silent. Without letting go, she buried her face in Bai Lan's clothes and spoke in a muffled voice...

"It's not sadness, it's despair. I can easily fall into negative emotions, easily become desperate, easily... even want to commit suicide. This despair that can come at any time terrifies me, and the fear further deepens the despair."

Slowly, the girl, born burdened with despair and destined from birth to be trapped in despair for her entire life, begins to tell her story.

"My first suicide attempt was on the first day of my life, to be precise, three minutes after I was born. Once I overcame the weakness of newborn and was able to control my body, the first thing I did was plunge my knife arm into my chest. However, my special ability activated, and it was the substitute that died; I was still alive."

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Despair (Part Eight)

Holding her brother in her arms, burying her face in his clothes, the girl, born of despair, recounts her cruel past, yet calmly and simply tells someone else's story.

"Because of my suicide attempt shortly after birth, Shirakami was terrified and didn't know how to approach me. After all, a life that commits suicide shortly after birth is, by all accounts, a monster."

The girl chuckled self-deprecatingly. Hearing her laughter, a pang of sorrow flashed in Bai Lan's eyes. He had long known that when his brothers and sisters were born, a certain intense and powerful emotion would naturally arise within them. And this emotion would grow even stronger as their strength increased.

However, because Bai Lan's emotion is "firm belief," this emotion, which has given him unparalleled confidence since birth, not only did not bring him any negative effects, but also, combined with his powerful talent, attracted a group of extraordinary monsters to pledge their loyalty to him.

Therefore, Bai Lan never considered that any of his brothers and sisters might suffer because of this innate emotion. Even when Ming Hui clearly stated during his self-introduction that the emotion he carried was despair, he still didn't consider this possibility.

This is my dereliction of duty. As the elder brother, I failed to notice the ailment on my younger sister's part; I should have done so.

Silently examining himself, Bai Lan did not interrupt Ming Hui. He knew that it was better to vent some emotions and thoughts.

Feeling the warmth of the blue light, Minghui's tone remained leisurely, like an old man reminiscing about the past.

"It was this monster of mine that terrified the great demon, Shiro, from the moment I was born. It wasn't until my seventeenth suicide attempt that he realized what was happening and stopped me from continuing my suicide attempt. Actually, even if he hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have died. At that time, I had just been born and had already become extremely weak after multiple suicide attempts. I couldn't even pierce my own skin, so I couldn't even commit suicide."

"However, it was precisely because I was in a state of severe weakness that my despair was also greatly reduced. As for the White God, although he did not know that my despair would lessen when I was weak, he chose that time to lecture me out of habit."

After a brief pause, Ash seemed to be reminiscing about the deceased White God.