The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

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Why...it's not dawn yet.

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I...want to see the sun...

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Who is my sister?

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Theresa dragged her filthy body and walked alone in the snow for a long time.

A series of deep and shallow footprints were left on the snow, which were soon covered by newly fallen snowflakes.

The black tentacles behind them wrapped around the two men, trying to devour the filth on their bodies.

She knew that all she did was just a last gasp, and she was completely unable to resist the erosion of filth.

Believe...it won't be long...

Her consciousness would completely disappear.

Theresa found a cave, which was dark and damp.

The indigenous creatures were huddled in the corner, staring at the uninvited guest warily.

Theresa didn't have the energy to fight them. She just leaned against the wall quietly and closed her eyes.

They seemed to sense her weakness, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to leave and find a new habitat.

"It's snowing... so beautiful."

Theresa leaned against the wall, tilting her head to look at the world covered in heavy snow.

Her consciousness began to blur, her head began to ache violently, and the filth in her body began to gradually accept the two people.

My sister's face is blurry and I can't remember her name.

This is normal, as human brain capacity is limited.

If you keep flooding your brain with so many desperate memories, you'd go crazy.

Whenever this happened, Theresa would think of other things to resist.

She stretched out her fingers. The soil in the cave was damp and muddy. Her fingertips gently rubbed against it, and the soil obediently left marks.

Theresa loves painting because it is how she survived.

With countless paintings in her mind, she never has to worry about not being able to paint.

Once upon a time, her drawing paper was filled with sunshine, flowers and smiling faces, and those colorful memories were her only comfort.

But... now the content of the painting has completely changed.

Her fingers unconsciously sketched on the soil, the lines were twisted and messy, just like her confused thoughts at the moment.

The world in the painting is no longer filled with warm sunshine, but endless darkness and twisted shadows.

Those lines seemed to be mocking her powerlessness, mocking her fate of being swallowed by filth.

"No more painting."

Theresa abruptly retracted her fingers and turned her head away from the lines.

This feeling of waiting to die in despair is so painful, and the memories are constantly being overwritten.

It wouldn't be long before her self completely disappeared.

Theresa leaned against the cold stone wall and looked up at the heavy snow falling outside the cave.

The snowflakes are still falling lightly, as if silently announcing the passage of time.

Her time is running out.

Isn't it time to fulfill your last wish?

But her last wish... was to see the sun.

"Will the sun...come out again?"

Her fingers curled up unconsciously, and the cold touch of the soil still remained on her fingertips.

time does not wait.

And she could only wait for the final moment in this cold cave.

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This is not right. It seems like she was entrusted with something.

Theresa's eyes suddenly brightened, as if she had regained a bit of clarity from the chaos.

Her fingers trembled slightly and her body slowly lifted herself up from the ground.

The tentacles slowly crawled from behind her and spit out a piece of drawing paper.

When she learned that her body was beginning to change, she immediately swallowed the drawing paper into her body to prevent being discovered.

The edges of the red drawing paper were a little wrinkled, but still intact.

"Painting... I was going to deliver a painting..."

Theresa's hands trembled as she tightly grasped the drawing paper.

Some vague images flashed through her mind, and a gentle voice whispered in her ear: "The painting will lead you to find me."

But who should it be given to?

That sister-like existence once told her that painting would help her find her direction.

Maybe... if she meets that so-called sister, she can be saved.

"I want to live, I don't want to die."

The power of filth can execute an obsession and amplify it infinitely.

But it is not a simple execution, but it will overwrite all memories, leaving only negative emotions and obsessions.

Filth itself is a collection of negative emotions that devours everything, leaving only despair.

However, Theresa's body seemed a little different.

"I want to send a painting... I want to send a painting..."

She gripped the drawing paper tightly, staring at it intently, as if she wanted to carve this idea into the depths of her soul.

The body began to glow slightly. Although the light was weak, it carried a power that could not be ignored.

The filth struggled violently within her body, trying to suppress her consciousness, but it found it could not completely erase her obsession.

The power of filth begins to be suppressed, it cannot disappear because its existence itself is a collection of negative emotions.

And filling in the missing part is exactly what Theresa is obsessed with.

Replace the filthy obsession with your own.

Her body was wrapped in light, and the filthy tentacles struggled frantically inside her body, but could not stop her will.

"I will survive...I will deliver the painting!"

The snow falls silently, like countless feathers scattered from the sky, light and silent.

The whole world seemed to be covered by a soft white blanket, swallowing up all sounds, leaving only the subtle rustling of falling snowflakes.

A black mass resembling a human figure slid slowly across the snow. Its outline was blurred and distorted, as if it were made of thick ink.

A deep track was left in the snow, but it was quickly covered by freshly fallen snow.

The surface of its body kept wriggling, as if countless tiny tentacles were struggling and twisting, trying to break free from the inside.

After eating its own kind, the power in its body became stronger, and its originally blurry shape gradually became clear, revealing its original appearance.

There is attraction between like creatures, but it obviously does not cause any harm.

Because it does not have the world-destroying resentment that other filth has.

Its existence seemed to be out of tune with other filth, lacking neither that crazy desire for destruction nor that endless hatred.

Deep in its subconscious, a faint but firm voice whispered - to deliver something.

It was a painting, a painting that was carefully hidden within its body.

But it is too weak.

The weak will only be devoured.

It knew very well that if it did not become powerful, the painting would never reach its destination, and it itself would become fodder for other filth.

Therefore, it must become stronger.

Before being sent to the painting, two consciousnesses will grow on its behalf.

The subject will absorb all negative emotions so that the other two consciousnesses will not be disturbed.

Before that, it will proceed subconsciously and with filthy instincts.

It won't wake up until the painting is delivered.

They will inevitably devour other filth.

Become king.