I'm not a sister complex!

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In a daze, Eros suddenly felt that someone was talking to him.

"Hey! Youngster, wake up! Wake up now!"

Eros opened his eyes in a daze, and then saw an exquisite face appear in front of him.

Eros was suddenly shocked and quickly looked around, then found that it was still the familiar gray fog space.

He immediately supported his hands behind his back and crawled backwards for a long distance using his hands and feet. Oh my god, the tentacle monster turned into a beautiful girl.

Could it be that the damn thing could detect the XP in other people’s hearts?

Eros's face turned red, and his voice was a little trembling: "You are the tentacle monster, right? Don't think that I will let down my guard against you just because you become a beautiful sister."

The black-haired girl wrinkled her delicate and small nose and said angrily: "How can you talk like that, junior? How could I be a tentacle monster?"

Eros looked at the black-haired girl in front of him with some suspicion.

Her appearance can only be described as very beautiful, with a delicate little face full of facial features carefully carved by the Creator. She was wearing a black skirt in the so-called Gothic style of her previous life, revealing her smooth calves.

Seeing him looking at her like that, the black-haired girl snorted coldly: "Disrespectful junior."

Eros was still a little uncertain and asked, "Are you really not that tentacle monster?"

The black-haired girl put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "Youngster, listen carefully. The one standing in front of you is the controller of shadows, the eye of truth that sees through all illusions, the supreme being that can make all things fall into eternal night, and the most powerful helper of the Goddess of Night."

Eros finally felt relieved after listening to this long introduction, even though his ancestor did look like an evil god just by the way he brainwashed people.

But her subordinates wouldn't kill her offspring, right? And she's such a pretty sister, beauty is justice, right?

He then crawled back up and lay at the feet of the black-haired girl.

Just when he wanted to ask where this was, he suddenly forgot how to say it.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he was kicked away by the black-haired girl whose face turned red with shame and anger.

Seeing Eros being kicked away, he still felt a little unsatisfied, so he immediately chased after him, stretched out his clean little feet and kept kicking Eros, while constantly chanting:

"You rude junior, you damned junior, you shameless junior, you..."

"Stop kicking, stop kicking!"

The black-haired girl snorted coldly, and Eros finally got up from the ground with difficulty. He rubbed the sore spot where he was kicked and asked:

"Where is this?"

The black-haired girl said unhappily: "Your own soul world, and you ask me?"

Eros was stunned: "You said this is my soul world?"

"What else?" The black-haired girl rolled her eyes. She was pretty, so even when she rolled her eyes she was still cute.

Eros was stunned and couldn't help turning his head away and not looking anymore: "Then how did you get in?"

"I was originally sleeping, but the elf suddenly came and woke me up."

"Then I discovered that you actually had the master's aura on you, and I was just about to observe you."

"I saw that stupid book was about to release a soul curse on you, and seeing how miserable you were, I was kind enough to help you."

After saying that, the black-haired girl put her delicate little face in front of Eros and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's really strange, where does the master's aura come from?"

Looking at the pretty face so close to him, looking at the fair and delicate skin, Eros leaned back, his old face flushed as he answered irrelevantly:

"Are you the Eye of Eternal Night?"

This is an easy guess. After all, when the black-haired girl introduced herself earlier, didn’t she say that she was the eye of truth that could see through all illusions?

Then they are the most capable helpers of the ancestor. At present, the only things that can be called helpers in the family are those three magical artifacts.

As for why the artifact turned into a human, he said that he did not read so many novels in vain in his previous life.

The black-haired girl in front of me is probably a being similar to a spirit of an artifact. It's OK for an artifact to have a spirit, there's nothing wrong with that.