Ark, they don't revolve around you

He didn't even have the energy to complain, he just gasped.

In the end, she failed. She was completely defeated and had no chance of fighting back.

Could it be that fate has really given this dictatorial monster an unshakable heart?

Zhuang Ning showed a gentle smile on his face, helped Arturo up, and encouraged him: "Failure is the mother of success. Maybe it will work next time?"

He was very close and lifted Arturo up, as if he were a child.

Arturo was stunned for a moment.

Zhuang Ning then pulled her around again, and her black skirt spread out like petals.

The whole process was extremely strange, and Arturo could only speculate that perhaps his magic had affected him.

"Doc," she tried, "you're crazy."

The smile on Zhuang Ning's face finally faded.

His transformation from joy to indifference didn't even require a transition, like a dramatic face-changing: "Maybe."

"You're a monster," Arturo said again.

Zhuang Ning nodded without denying: "But it is this world that turned me into a monster."

"They're all excuses." Arturo gritted his teeth.

Seeing her behavior, Zhuang Ning felt curious: "You think I'm a bad person, what about you?"

"I'm neither a good person nor a bad person."

"Ha." Zhuang Ning laughed again, tears streaming down his face. "You are sure that I am a bad person, but you don't think you are wrong."

"Am I a bad person? Doctor, you have evil intentions in your heart, but I don't." Arturo retorted, "I just... I just want to pursue a strong heart."

"With your bewitching music?"

"I'm not trying to deceive people. I'm just reflecting their true self!"

"Do not."

Zhuang Ning hugged Arturo, and the two were extremely close.

The girl who was close could feel the doctor's breath and smell the wafting smell of blood and corruption.

I was so close that I had to look into those dark eyes and see the madness hidden in them!

Zhuang Ning made a very casual move and bit Arturo's lips.

His eyes were particularly fierce, like a wild beast.

This suffocating action lasted for a long time, and Arturo had never been treated like this before.

After a long time, even Arturo began to feel angry and watched coldly.

But the man who had just kissed her grinned, looking chilling: "Is this real?"

"what?"

"Even from a worldly perspective, you are beautiful." Zhuang Ning sneered, "So I allow myself to indulge myself and take you by force. Is this a kind of evil?"

A chill ran down Arturo's spine.

Because she realized that Zhuang Ning was doing something very dangerous.

Rather than intimacy, this is more like a kind of coercion, even the hand is stretched out to——

"It's different." But Arturo was worthy of being the chosen saint, and he still had the energy to refute, "The desire I elicited was something that had been pent up for a long time, but I didn't dare to do it."

"They are the ones who long to save more people, but choose to turn a blind eye because of their duty."

"They are those who are overwhelmed by reality and have reached despair."

"Whether they live or die, commit suicide or fight, it's all the result of them facing their inner selves. And you're just like a beast, venting those desires, those vulgar things that I don't care about at all!"

"Beasts." Zhuang Ning laughed even more happily: "You want to say that you didn't force them, and they faced their own hearts and at least had no regrets? Don't talk nonsense, what you did was just as bad as what I did."

Zhuang Ning pulled one hand away from her, slowly raised it up, and then clenched it.

Originally, he would never bother to say so much to a tool, but how else could he describe it?

He treated the girl as his tool and always wanted to make her submit.

And there is an absolute loophole in Arturo's words.

"Because, aren't we all forcing others?"

Zhuang Ning sneered, "Arturo, you accuse me of being a tyrant, I have no objection, but you are the same as me." He moved closer to the girl, "You forcibly awakened the original heart of others, but did those people really ask you to do this?"

"A noble soul must always submit to the shackles, but wearing the shackles is one's own decision. What qualifications do you have to force others to break free?!"

"I..." Arturo was speechless.

In fact, she had always known it, but Zhuang Ning rudely tore off the veil.

Zhuang Ning's expression became even more ferocious:

"Of course you are qualified, Arturo, because you have the power!"

"Because you have the magic to sense emotions and make people magnify their true nature!"

"Because you chose to be outside of order and drift!"

Zhuang Ning murmured, "You are a sinner with deep sins, a homeless wandering ghost, and a prisoner who imprisons yourself."

"In a sense, you and I may seem to be completely opposite, but our essence is very similar... So, of course you have to deny me."

The fingertips touched Arturo's chin.

If someone else had said this to Arturo, she would have sneered.

At this moment, the girl's soul seemed to be touched, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly.

The truth has been seen through, and there is nothing I can say to refute.

"It's just that you will never be able to shake me, because I will recognize my true nature earlier than you do, Arturo."

Arturo's hand was gently grasped, and Zhuang Ning smiled: "I have a feeling that my magic will reach its peak because of you."

"You are my instrument and my soul, Arturo."

"In this world, I'm afraid you're the only one who can reflect my thoughts. In the end, I will use your magic to unify us!"

"No!"

Arturo roared, "No! You're a lunatic!"

"My madness is outward, but yours is inward."

"wrong!"

"What's wrong? If it's wrong, why don't you refute it?"

"I……"

"Is it shameful to admit that you are very similar to me? Perhaps, in the near future, you should feel honored by this!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Zhuang Ning shut up, with a teasing look in his smile.

He casually threw out a dagger and opened his chest: "If you really hate me so much, why not try to kill me?"

"I still have some free time now, so I can play house with you." Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows, "I won't resist."

Arturo gritted his teeth.

"You want me to kill you?"

"Maybe it depends on what you think." Zhuang Ning sighed, picked up the dagger and put it into Arturo's hand.

The sharp end was aimed at the chest, and as long as Arturo exerted a little force, it would penetrate.

But Arturo did not move.

He threw down the dagger dejectedly and embraced the violin.

"You really can't do it." Zhuang Ning sneered.

He stood up and stretched: "Let's go back, it's still late at night."

"We will have countless ensembles together in the future, Arturo, take care of yourself."

Arturo forgot when he left.

The rain stopped, and her face was reflected on the road. It was that of a prisoner, an evil spirit, a... sinner.

The body is imprisoned between heaven and earth, the heart is filthy, and one is born with original sin.

He is right, maybe my soul is just as tainted...

Arturo thought dejectedly, but his thoughts suddenly stopped as if he heard a voice.

Someone uttered a chilling curse, and Arturo looked around, but there was no sign of him.

It was only when she raised her head that she finally realized the source of the malice.

It was a black color, deeper than the night, shapeless, dirty and gloomy.

The dark and huge thing blocked out the sun and sky, and only the scarlet hidden in the eyes could be vaguely seen. It mocked loudly: "Look what I found, a lone Sakota?"

"Does Sakota dare to appear on the streets of Kazdel?!"

"Traitor! Betrayer! Sinner! How could they allow you to appear? Every Sakota who breaks his oath should be thrown into the abyss beneath the earth!"

Although Zhuang Ning called himself an evil spirit, it was at most a metaphor.

But Arturo knew that the black color in front of him was a real evil spirit, the soul of the dead that had been floating on the earth since its birth.

There is a special race among the Sarkaz who are not bound by the shackles of the flesh and exist forever in the form of spiritual bodies.

They watched their race decline and perished, and accumulated enormous resentment over the millennia.

This race called themselves——

"Dead souls?"

"Do you know us? Sakta."

Arturo looked solemn.

But the dead soul was happy: "Okay, it's a good thing that you know."

"Your aura is different from other Sakotas... So, what is this?"

The dead soul laughed hoarsely, "So that's how it is, it's a saint..."

"The current law has become so corrupt that it would choose such a turbid soul to be a saint?!"

The malice took shape and invaded Arturo's consciousness.

The dead soul wanted to tear Arturo's soul apart alive to vent its unsatisfied anger: "Struggle, Zacota."

"If you don't struggle, I'll be bored."

Arturo almost suffocated, as scenes from the Sarkaz's past washed over her will. It was the roar of countless demons who had died from Sakta's betrayal.

Arturo was shaking all over as if he were drowning.

Until a certain moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the moonlight lengthened the shadows, and a helpless whisper floated from somewhere:

"Dead souls, I should have told you to let go of your obsession. Why are you still thinking of attacking my people?"

Arturo held out his hand toward the man.

At the moment of death, she almost screamed out instinctively: "Save me."

Hearing this, the man slowly approached, his face illuminated by the light.

Still a pair of black eyes, with a mocking tone: "I still like your rebellious look."

Despite this, Zhuang Ning still drew his sword and pointed it at the dead soul indifferently: "However, even without you, I am afraid I will still have to give this ridiculous soul some necessary education."

"Now it's my turn to ask, how dare you, a dead soul, appear on the streets of Kazdel?"

Chapter 17: Prisoners, Evil Spirits, and Sinners