I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

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She knew, she always knew what she was.

Although she couldn't open her eyes, hear any sound, smell any outside scents, or touch anything, she still knew.

She knew she was an extinct dragon, knew the glorious destiny she had once carried, and knew she was merely a forged imitation, a pathetic, amorphous creature surging in the woodland mud.

Thus, she was given another name, which, like a layer of skin, covered her surface, allowing her to no longer feel disgusting like a fluid, and to continue existing in this world.

First comes loneliness, then comes sorrow.

"So I really am such a hideous thing."

She sighed and pondered among the roots of the woodland, silently lamenting her past and future.

"I was once the oldest dragon in the world, Albion. I was once the last dragon to guard the horizon, Albion. I was once a life form that originated from the planet. My memories date back to 4.6 billion years ago."

“I know this is a fake story, a non-existent fantasy, a world created five minutes ago. My existence is meaningless; I am just a toy molded to suit someone’s tastes.”

“I know these things so strongly, I remember myself so deeply, even if the name Melusin is just a shackle that binds me, even if my name is just a skin that covers me.”

"My memory is so vividly split in two; I know my name clearly, and I know my origins clearly."

"But I still love life. I long to live so much that I don't want to die."

Few creatures in the world can lament their birth like this before opening their eyes, and then she opens her eyes.

The world before her eyes seemed to turn upside down, and she quickly realized that she was being held by the back of her neck.

The woman started patting her back, and soon she vomited the liquid that had been trapped in her chest.

The man turned himself over and hugged himself.

She saw the man; he had black hair and eyes as dark as the night, eyes that she could never forget after just one glance.

“Ah… Ah… Waaah—” she cried.

In those dragon-like eyes, the opposite sex embracing him was so warm, like fire in the night, like the star called the sun.

—It's so beautiful.

Li Lin raised his head with trembling lips, looking at Miss Nian who had appeared at the door at some point, her arms crossed over her chest, giving him a mocking smile.

The white-haired, older dragon girl mouthed a few words to Li Lin.

—You're in for a rough time tonight.

"Would you believe me if I said it was all an accident?" Li Lin, who had the desire to steal but not the courage, knelt down on the ground, crying and pleading, "Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The key issue is that she really exploited him too much that year.

"I'll settle the score with you tonight." Nian walked over, took off his coat, and draped it over the naked Meilushin, looking her over suspiciously. "Doesn't her attribute overlap with mine?"

"You can't say that." Seeing that Nian wasn't there to settle scores, Li Lin started to joke, "You can totally treat her like your own daughter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Lin saw Nian's expression turn serious.

Nian lowered her head, and Meilushin in her arms was also looking at her face.

"Could the law of calamity be considered to have come true?"

388 I know very well that we're all crooks...

The danger of calamities lies in the fact that power begets power.

From this perspective, the Divine Stars have almost all committed a sin against Heaven—they have created their own creations on a massive scale.

The Lionsmith forges monsters to fight against the Colonel. Every moment, a newborn girl named after the Ant Mother is born from the swarm of snakes. The forge works tirelessly in the forge during the day. The shining ones adorn the vast sky, while the gray ones are used to reinforce the corners of the forge, just like furnace ash.

In addition, there are many named deities who are simply their own creations.

However, there is an important premise for the definition of Heavenly Evil, which is that it requires the birth of offspring through intercourse, that is, the transformation from the reproduction of the Cup Phase to the consumption.

From this perspective, only pregnancy and childbirth after sexual intercourse will trigger a violent urge to devour. After devouring the offspring, the chains of divine calamity will fall upon the immortal, stripping them of their status and reducing them to the blood-sucking Soquiyant.

These monsters are also known as Empsa or Aluka—in the East they have another well-known name, the True Ancestor.

It is said that in the East they are divided into more detailed settings, but there is no major difference.

The extraordinary and mystical become increasingly alienated and inhuman as they pursue their desires—making it increasingly difficult for them to maintain their human form as they delve deeper into the mystical realm, and the stronger their desires, the greater their appetites become.

The apprentices who worship the image of the lamp craved even more forbidden knowledge, the followers who worshipped the image of the cup became increasingly insatiable, and the disciples who worshipped the image of the casting began to draw near to the fire. They destroyed their tools one by one and then forged them into their own bodies... Desire drove them to change and climb higher and higher, but these desires also bound their throats like ropes.

It's less that they are chasing desires, and more that desires are chasing them.

Its ruthless and merciless nature is like that of a hound chasing a rabbit.

Therefore, in order to satisfy their desires, these apprentices would resort to the most primitive methods, but even if they did not risk incurring divine punishment, other dangers would still befall them.

This was also the theory advocated by the Limeist Order, which occupied the Roman province of Hispania Galapagos—men should have sex with men, and women should release their desires with women.

I've always felt that the Sichen people aren't that stupid; at least they shouldn't have trapped themselves in such a self-imposed constraint.

Li Lin frowned and asked Nian, "Are you hungry? If you are, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"Stop joking." Nian pondered deeply. "I was just thinking about the definition of a celestial calamity—if the core is power begetting power... then almost no one above the level of the Longevity Realm in the entire Mansu realm is spared."

"If the child is conceived through sexual intercourse, then there is still a chance to turn things around."

"I think you're overthinking it," Li Lin said, completely disregarding the possibility that his words might provoke a severe reaction. "Under normal circumstances, why are women more likely to commit sins against the heavens?"

"Why?" Nian really didn't know.

“Because women are always closer to newborns.” Li Lin was unusually tactless. He could tell that although Nian maintained her composure on the surface, she was actually quite shaken inside.

"The laws of divine punishment only apply at the same time, but the father always stands outside the delivery room, so the mother inside the delivery room will eat the child that is within reach."

Li Lin said calmly, pointing to Meiluxin in Nian's arms, "And the person closest to her is me."

If the calamity is triggered, Li Lin will devour the child before the year ends.

"Okay, you're right."

The murderous intent of the year gradually subsided, swallowed and burned away by the blazing dragon heart.

For a fleeting moment, she truly considered killing Meluxin—no matter what, she couldn't bear to watch the risk of the Heavenly Calamity fall squarely on Li Lin's head.

“No,” Melusin, who was being held in Nian’s arms, suddenly said, “I want to be Abel’s bride.”

"You chameleon!" Nian's fist hardened. "Little brat, go and drink your milk!"

"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt." Li Lin also earnestly advised, but because the second half of the sentence was too difficult to pronounce, she sang it instead.

Similarly, there's the saying, "You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you in my heart."

The white-haired little dragon mother learned quickly: "If being a daughter would bring me danger, then being Abel's wife would not be dangerous for me."

From an ethical standpoint, this is indeed a good way to deal with the evil spirits, but the evil spirits won't listen to ethics.

Moreover, it's unlikely that Li Lin will have anything going on with Meiluxin right now—he had just snatched the crowbar from her.

"If you really want to, it's not impossible—"

Even after his tools for committing the crime were temporarily confiscated, Li Lin still couldn't resist flirting. Then Nian picked up a stick and chased after him, while Mei Luxin, wearing Nian's coat, followed behind. Fortunately, neither Tony nor Vereslana saw this scene.

“In short, this plan is very dangerous. I never considered the possibility of it triggering a celestial calamity.” Nian returned the crowbar to Li Lin and glanced at Meluxin, who was clutching Li Lin’s sleeve. “So we have to make a choice. We can no longer create bodies like Meluxin through cooperation.”

“I think this is probably related to the fact that you have become an Enlightened One; to some extent, you can be considered non-human. Before this, I had never raised any warnings about the Heavenly Abomination.”

“So next you must learn my casting method.” Nian announced the tutoring rules to Li Lin without any mercy. “Because only you can give them power and soul, and although my casting method is difficult to learn, it is not unreplicable.”

"By the way, who is your next target?"

Li Lin answered truthfully: "Oberon."

“The Fairy King Oberon?” Nian raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Isn’t this guy supposed to be weak?”

“Yes, so I’ve decided to sew something inside.” Li Lin readily agreed. “What do you think of Vortigern?”

“Vortigern—this thing has nothing to do with Oberon, does it?” Nian turned his head and looked around in confusion. “How are you going to put them together?”

"To be honest, I don't know." Li Lin shook his head. "Besides, I need Oberon right now, even more urgently than Meluxin."

On the dark green tabletop, the power belonging to the Fairy King Oberon shimmered faintly.

"So you mean..." Nian suddenly realized.

Li Lin nodded, reached out and picked up the secret manual, turning it over. The gray-black moth phantom fluttered up from the table, extending from his fingertips, going against the fingerprints all the way up, and enveloping his body.

[Fifth-Tier Secret Technique: The Lord of Elves]

[Sexual characteristics: moth, awakening]

In the midsummer night's dream, there was a king, until one day his lies and his crown faded, and he fell into eternal silence. This crown once adorned ambiguous history, and magnificent yet shattered fairy tales; now it adorns you.

A hazy dream descended upon Li Lin like wings, draping him in a pure white coat, the lining of which resembled a deep starry sky.

An illusory crown descended upon his head like a halo, causing Li Lin's hair to turn a lighter color.

"Yes, I'll do it myself."

Li Lin bowed deeply to the old man, a fake smile on his face.

“Oberon, the Fairy King, comes from the underworld.”