Male Succubus Apocalypse

(A reminder before the chapter: the flow of consciousness of all the characters in it is based on themselves and their thoughts. You can immerse yourself in it, but don't put yourself in it, haha)

The unpredictable future, an unexpected event that plays tricks on the fate of mortals.

If you want to grasp more traces, you have to create countless causes and effects like time bombs on the road to becoming stronger.

A family built over hundreds of years can be destroyed in one day by someone who has risen over decades. The political landscape of a thousand years can be completely rewritten by a war. A person who has become the best over three hundred years can be defeated in one move by someone who has just attained enlightenment over two hundred years.

In the eyes of a young man who has been drifting in destiny all his life, the world is a mess, a disorderly chaos, and a raging sea without an anchor.

Over the past hundred years, the blatant presentation of the nothingness of material and history in his long life, after he tried his best to capture the wind and shadow that were destined to him under the name of "chance" but failed, either forced him to completely fall off the cliff of the "abyss of thought" and become a reed at the mercy of the river, or forced him to find the instinct of survival in order to "gain a foothold" in the world and become completely obsessed.

Harlan, embraced the second.

No one can escape the storm that blows up without reason in the world. Only the brave can laugh at their own insignificance in the storm. They would rather be broken into pieces than sail against the current, heading towards the emptiness of the eye of the storm, trying to find a new incomplete puzzle piece of themselves.

However, brave men are always a minority.

Even if it is blind, even if it is a wall, even if it is stupid, Harun must rely on it at all costs and grab the float!

This was the final truth that left him with no support from either side after his endless world of cultivation as the strong was shattered into a world of political domination.

Absolutely great! At least... Absolutely great... I want to take it back. If I take it back, I can prove... prove that some things should not be changed... cannot be... changed...

but.

"You never owned me, you never owned anything, you can't control everything, the world and I will be free." Hermes' body was like transparent jade, the surging magic and fighting spirit entangled in the flesh, transmitting the afterglow of destruction. "Harun! I am different from you, and I will never be the same. I am not a coward. Even if it is a dark past, I recognize it. Passing is the only thing that does not change. You never understand, so you are destined to tremble and fear forever."

"Hot, don't! If you self-destruct, that demon will also be killed by you!" Harun looked at his son who had woken up without him noticing - he had fallen into dullness for a moment because of Julian's sacrifice - and immediately gave up his life to forcibly activate the circuit of fighting spirit and magic, wanting to die with him. He felt a despair far heavier than before.

And the chips! Yes! And the devil! He must have been trying to scare me!

A seventh-rank fight for life was as ridiculous as a mosquito bite to a demigod, but Harun knew that Hermes had never hoped to kill him physically, but wanted to completely destroy his spiritual "hope" with his own death.

"Xu Heng, I'm lucky to meet you. I'm glad you let me know that in this shitty world, there are still interesting freaks like you." Perhaps, Hermes never really lost consciousness, but the concern for other people's life and death always made him hesitate, and he dared not take a free step towards death.

But just now, Xu Heng, lying beside him, just like the day when they looked up at the fireworks together, told him the reason why he could be carefree:

"I am wearing dragon scale armor. Do whatever you want to do. Even if it means death, I will fight for you with my life!"

This is an unspeakable tacit understanding. Hermes always believes that a guy like Xu Heng must have a backup plan, and believes that after his death, he will also have a backup plan.

That's right, even his own death, Xu Heng, encouraged him so much, freedom, the freedom he felt when he was with someone, so he would not let him down.

Compared with a mediocre life and the distant future, he cares more about the liberation and relief of the present, forgetting the past that cannot be changed and the future that is always changing. In a tiny gap, a mayfly steals half a day of freedom.

What can I have?

Hermes often asked himself, in the territory of the lord of time and cause and effect, what exactly belongs to me?

"Myself, everything is just because of myself, no one can take it away, not even the passing time, let alone you." In the white light, Hermes continued to talk, trying his best to embrace what was left of himself before Harlan tried his best to reach out and touch him, trying to control him again.

Hermes disappeared, leaving behind only the rippling white snow, without even a corpse.

……

"Practice is really ridiculous. Let a group of people who have never been awake live for hundreds of years and hold power, and then let them destroy themselves in the rush of time. This world is really full of evil fun."

On the silent snow-capped mountain, Harun knelt, looking up at the sky, hugging Julian's body tightly.

Desperate, no, even despair is gone, just blank.

"Hey, let me ask you, why do you always put the cart before the horse? Why do you practice for a reason? Why do you practice and then think about why, and then regret it after you find out that you didn't achieve anything and just got a gift you didn't like at all?"

A man with his lower body naked, wearing only a thin garment made of unknown scales that was peeling off in some places, walked up to Harun.

Like a performance artist.

"A soul that is forever falling? What a stupid world. It shouldn't be your fault that abstract things came into being. But I still want to slap you!"

"Snapped--"

The weird man said weird words and slapped Harun on the face.

"If you are really afraid, why don't you hold on to the people you love? They are always by your side, aren't they? Why are you always afraid of losing them? But they are always by your side. I don't understand why you are so stupid? You seem to have lost a lot, haven't you? Why don't you learn to be smart? What are you thinking?"

"Snapped--"

Another slap.

Finally, Harun's eyes lit up as he looked at the demon in front of him.

It was pity, but it was a pity that left him at a loss.

"Are you awake? Well, I'll give you a surprise." Xu Heng raised his hand, and the snow behind him was lifted up invisibly. With a snap of his fingers, a dark figure wrapped in silver liquid appeared in the wind and snow.

"The world is changing with the will of heaven and earth. If you can't see clearly, then just do your best. Love what you love, feel what you feel, even if it's painful, even if it's loss. Just be a mediocre person in nostalgia, and escape into the past with thoughts, that's all... It's all this world's fault. It likes to give too many people the ability to change their external appearance. There's nothing wrong with the weak. At least they won't think about it and try to grasp more." Xu Heng said, gently holding the unconscious Hermes in front of him, and the slime returned to his body.

"This..." With tears welling up in his eyes, Harun felt the most moved he had ever felt in his life. It was not because there was still hope for him to be the "number one in the world", but because he truly felt the great sadness and the great joy returning to his body together.

It turns out that love has not changed. The memories and emotions given to him in the past are unchanged. Because he still loves something deeply, he feels pain and fear, which is also unchanging.

Then, it seems, that's enough. Harlan, you are really a fool.

"Let's exchange. Give me the old man and there's still hope of saving him." Xu Heng stepped back slightly, dodging Harun's hand that was about to touch him, and said.

"No... it's impossible. His soul has been broken. This is irreversible. He doesn't want to see me. No matter how I try to give him vitality, it's useless. He has given up his life. He..."

"Soul, right? It happens that I am a soul mage. Also, what do you think of the magic on the ring? Do you believe it or not?"

Xu Heng didn't want to listen to the words of a man who was already confused by the extreme joy and sorrow, so he put on the ring that Harun had discarded on the road and picked it up on his hand again, placed it in front of him, and then blew out a black smoke ring.

"I..." Harun's eyes widened and he wanted to say something.

"Snapped--"

One more slap.

"Okay, I'll take it as your belief. Three slaps are the first payment. Get out of the way and help me keep Hermes alive. His condition is not good, and the doctor is going to operate on a critically ill patient." Xu Heng said, putting Hermes in Harlan's hands, and then dragging Julian in front of him in no time. "Time is running out. Don't look at me while I'm operating. If you don't do as I say, I won't save this old man."

"Okay." For some reason, Harun believed the confident fourth-level demon in front of him. He did not feel the humiliation of a strong man being slapped in the face by a weak man, nor did he feel angry or have any other emotions.

The man before him stood in the sky, naked, with a look of pity and indifference. Harun had an illusion that the uncontrollable future had materialized.

A person whom you simply cannot understand stands in front of you. Since when, he has taken control of your joys and sorrows and determined your destiny. It is an accident, an coincidence, a concrete node of fate.

But Harun stopped thinking about these things, because it seemed that it was fate that brought this person to him. No, it was not fate, but multiple coincidences. No, it should not be a coincidence.

It turns out that people are a phenomenon, and people are destiny. The only thing I can control is myself.

Harlan picked up Hermes and felt that the world was being destroyed, but it was for the sake of a new creation. He flashed and followed Xu Heng's instructions, disappearing in front of him with Hermes.

"Julie, you said that Harun, like you, experienced the War of Nations. Why are you so different?" Xu Heng took out the cup containing Julie from the ring and asked in his mind.

"Who knows? Maybe I was just like you said, not awake and sleeping deeply... I don't know whether it is luck or torture to be caught by you." Julie sighed in her mind and said.

"No, I think it's pretty good to sleep deeply enough to have a lucid dream."

"Forget it, you lunatic. Don't talk to me after I enter his sea of ​​consciousness. It's all your fault for not practicing diligently and not having enough dead energy. It takes my whole heart to sew up an eighth-level soul that was just broken not long ago."

Xu Heng opened the cup, and as Julie spoke, the remnant soul entered Julian's mind.

Feeling relieved, Xu Heng collapsed on the snow. The slime tried to deform itself on Xu Heng's body, but in the end it just turned into a pool of cement.

"Ahhh! I'm so tired! The dragon scale armor is broken! Xiao Shi is also broken! This is enough! How am I going to lie?" Xu Heng shouted towards the sky.

From the moment he saw Harun, Xu Heng knew that this person was in constant fear, and his soul looked exactly like a person who kept falling in the darkness - how could he not be afraid?

So, Xu Heng took a gamble. Since he couldn't escape anyway, he decided to see if he could make this falling man hit the ground.

Don't you like to impose your will on your children? Don't you like to control others? Then let me show you what happens to the person you actually love when you treat him like this.

Xu Heng didn’t understand the state of mind of a man who had lived for hundreds of years, nor did he know his past. He was just trying the only possible way to break the impasse.

Hermes will not compromise. Julian's desire to die is like a desire. Xu Heng can't stop it. Let's see how Harun reacts after he realizes all this.

You are confused, right? You can't recognize your own heart, right? Then let you feel what it feels like to truly lose everything. Fear? No, let you despair!

See whether it is more terrifying to lose the person who has been with you for a long time, or your original fear, which I don’t know, is more terrifying!

Perhaps Xu Heng himself did not realize that only Julie could understand: "This madman knows very well how to destroy a person and reshape him at the same time."

Fortunately, he didn't study psychology! Julie was thankful.

While she was repairing Julian's soul, she kept thinking back to the scenes just now and Xu Heng's behavior - deliberately getting close to Hermes to give Hermes the courage to give up his life, and preparing the slime to knock Hermes unconscious the moment before he exploded, and providing a protective shield. This was something that only he, who was trusted, could do.

It’s close enough.

Then he let the slime mimic the snow and create the fake death of Hermes to deal a blow to Harun.

Fortunately, in addition to the slime, Xu Heng also had dragon scale armor as protection. He could still withstand the residual power of Hermes' incomplete self-explosion, and the slime also blocked most of the impact directed towards him.

Even with this double insurance, the dragon scale armor was still damaged.

Hermes used the double circuit to force himself to explode. Under Harlan's ripple law, it was like detonating a detonator in a warehouse full of gunpowder. It was not just a simple seventh-order mass.

If Hermes really succeeds in self-destructing, it is hard to say whether the dragon scale armor can withstand it. Xu Heng will most likely survive, but there is also a high probability that he will be paralyzed on one side of his body.

Then the only one left who is awake is Harun, who has no one to comfort him and has completely lost hope. Julie dare not think about the consequences, because it is completely unpredictable what he will do.

It was really dangerous, but it seemed that Xu Heng would grasp the key points coincidentally every time, as if he knew from the beginning where Harun's weakness was and how to break the deadlock.

This was the case when facing Krolitz, facing An Lingqing whose rank had regressed, and facing Jeramet.

Was it gambling? Or did he have some secret that allowed him to see through people's hearts? But it was impossible. He was obviously very slow. Gambling? He had to have something to rely on, given his shrewd character.

Julie was not sure, and could not be sure. In short, Xu Heng secretly made some changes and broke the situation with minor changes. In the end, it ended well.

Ending one broken world after another.

Xu Heng made her understand that a strong person does not necessarily have a strong heart to face the world, which made her feel a sense of disobedience and another side of the world.

It turns out that these people are so fragile. So, what about me?

When facing enemies who were several times stronger than himself, Xu Heng still dared to throw out questions one after another, making it impossible for them to avoid them and pulling them down from the high platform where they thought highly of themselves because of their rank.

Julie knew that it would be difficult for her to answer Xu Heng’s questions without Xu Heng’s “finishing”.

The only difference between her and those enemies was that she didn't care, but what if, one day, she cared? She couldn't think of such a situation, because as long as she could study the soul system, she didn't care about many things.

But she just couldn't help thinking that she would be with the man whom she called a "madman" every day.

It's not just that he always encounters unpredictable bad things, more importantly, it now seems that it is really not a coincidence or bad luck, but rather it is because of the uniqueness he brings to others.

This is a bit scary.

But there is also a sense of exciting anticipation.

Xu Heng, ah Xu Heng, you and your name make me feel strange.

"Oh! Old Ma and Old En! The world needs you! Come here! Isn't there a powerful person? You can even start a religion! Sell indulgences or something!"

And your crazy talk.

Xu Heng always gave Julie an inexplicable but unignorable thought - that is, he was not something that should exist in this world.

But, he is indeed a demon, a male succubus...