The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

“Ugh…ha…!”

Theresa suddenly pulled her head out of the water, and water droplets slid down her hair and cheeks, splashing a crystal clear water.

Her breathing was rapid and her chest heaved violently.

"It's... it's too outrageous. The black hand is really... I'm crying my heart out."

Thinking of Black Hand fighting against the invasion of filth alone and enduring pain that ordinary people can hardly imagine, an indescribable admiration and heartache welled up in my heart.

The power of filth is so strong that it not only corrodes the flesh, but also tries to destroy people's will and distort beautiful memories into endless darkness.

And Black Hand actually persisted in such torture for so long, and even finally controlled the power of filth.

"Take a break first, there's too much information..."

Theresa lay powerlessly in a void of space, suspended in the endless darkness.

Before my eyes are streams floating in the air. They are like transparent ribbons, flowing slowly yet seemingly still.

"Perhaps... this is what Black Hand once experienced..."

The truth about the Black Hand, about the filth, and about the three-headed demon.

It turns out that the true meaning of the three-headed demon king is this.

As the mastermind, Black Hand took on all the negative emotions alone, absorbing the pain, despair, and anger one by one.

Because it exists subconsciously, it does not require thinking.

The left and right brains are responsible for devouring other filth, so they also have a certain degree of consciousness.

This is why the three-headed demon king brings filth to destroy the world.

The filthy power itself has the characteristic of devouring, but they will only merge with each other, and have never thought that their own kind will actively attack them.

Each piece of filth carries only one obsession, simple and pure, but also appears stupid and fragile.

As the only filth with thoughts, it was naturally swallowed up easily.

Black Hand did not directly absorb the filthy power into his body.

Instead, it filters and purifies them, removes their side effects, and gives power to the left and right brain.

In this way, the power of the left and right brain is rapidly enhanced.

"So... that's why they became Demon Lords so quickly..."

Theresa whispered, a hint of mixed emotions in her voice.

If...if she hadn't suddenly arrived, would the Black Hand have already completely destroyed this world?

No, that's not right. The story will never end here.

After all, the existence of sunflowers has not yet been fully revealed.

It doesn't mean that she is the one who saves the world.

Is there a possibility... that the sunflowers connect the forces together?

Teach those who use the amulet to change from simply wearing it to throwing it, embedding it in the body of filth to suppress it.

You can see the light, these are all abilities that come from sunflowers.

For example...she can connect together all the filth that has stained the light of the sunflower.

The mastermind at that time probably just acted on instinct, right?

......

Theresa, who was sleeping, acted entirely on her foul instincts and subconscious.

Her body no longer belonged to her.

Instead, it was controlled by the two little boys, the left brain and the right brain.

Theresa carried all the filthy negative emotions, and the two little boys gained independent consciousness because of it.

The torture and suffering they once experienced have now turned into the flames of revenge, and they vow to return it all to everyone.

Until one day, Theresa, who was sleeping, woke up from her subconscious.

She realized that she had found the owner of the painting.

But the distance is very far, and they simply can't make it in time at their current speed.

Theresa split off the filthy parts of her body, sent them to find the owner of the painting, and then continued to sleep.

Unfortunately... on their way to find the painting's owner, they encountered other filthy debris.

Apparently, a war broke out nearby.

The clouds in the sky were torn into pieces, and a huge storm came down from the sky, blasting the black mud on the ground into all directions.

In the wind and sand, a vague figure gradually emerged.

The weak filth, sensing the approaching threat, immediately gathered up the scattered filth debris around it and tried to fight against the figure.

However, it did not possess any fighting skills and could only rely on filthy instincts, clumsily waving its tentacles in an attempt to fend off the opponent's attacks.

Although the filthy debris around it continuously replenished its strength, it was still unable to compete with that figure.

The battle lasted for a while, but the weak Filth was finally defeated.

It could feel that the owner of the painting was nearby, but it was no longer able to move forward.

......

The water that followed was pitch black and so still that there was not a single ripple.

It seems that the Black Hand, which has split from its original body, has fallen into a deep sleep and shows almost no signs of activity.

The occasional tiny ripples on the water seemed to silently tell that the Black Hand was still fighting some kind of battle according to its filthy instincts.

"Strelitzia reginae actually appeared in her memory..."

What a coincidence! Besides Strelitzia, there are also four-leaf clovers on that battlefield.

According to this timeline, this was probably Clover's first attempt to use the power of filth to heal her body.

Theresa gently pushed aside the heavy, dark water in front of her, trying to find the memory of the Black Hand.

The water seemed to have consciousness, resisting her exploration and burying those memories deep in the endless darkness.

Theresa frowned, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Okay, okay, since you don't want me to see it, then I will watch it secretly."

She raised her hand, and a ray of light condensed in her palm, piercing directly into the dark water.

Under the illumination of light, the darkness of the water was partially dispelled, revealing fragments of memory hidden deep within.

Theresa's eyes flashed with pride. Guided by the light, she began to peek into the past that had been deliberately hidden by the Black Hand.

......

king.

They have become the kings of all filth.

The left brain and the right brain once thought that everything would go smoothly according to their plans.

They control the power of filth, devour countless emotions, and even suppress the subconscious to the deepest level.

All these ambitions were completely shattered by the betrayal of the mid-brain.

That day, a mysterious amulet suddenly pierced into their bodies.

The amulet radiated a pure light, carrying a familiar yet unfamiliar power.

The left brain and the right brain are no strangers to such amulets.

But in the past, the power of this amulet would always be absorbed by the midbrain and become part of their power.

This time, the midbrain chose not to absorb it.

In order to remove the amulet, the left brain and the right brain had to make a cruel decision - to cut off the midbrain.

They thought that by losing the control of the midbrain, they could completely break free from the constraints and control the filthy power at will.

However, they overlook a fatal fact.

In the process of devouring filth, the light of countless amulets had already remained in their bodies.

These lights have been suppressed by the midbrain and have never erupted.

The moment the midbrain was cut off, these rays of light lost control and instantly raged within their bodies.

Without the coordination of the midbrain, the left and right brains can no longer control the power of filth as freely as before.

Under the double attack of the amulet's light and the power of the church, they were finally defeated.

The midbrain is Theresa.

That small black ball is her only remaining body and the last place of her consciousness.

When the mysterious amulet pierced into her body, the light emitted from the amulet brought her a feeling that was extremely familiar.

That light seemed to be a memory she had buried deep, something she had lost long ago.

Her subconscious was warning her.

You must not wake up until you find the owner of the painting.

So, she could only continue to sleep and leave everything to her filthy instincts.

Time passed slowly, until one day, she devoured the part of her body that had been split off.

Those scattered memories returned to her body like fragments.

She finally woke up.

This means that the owner of the painting has been found.

But inside her body.

"Is this your true form? If she dies, you will surely die too. Please help her."

"painting......"

"What painting? Anything will do! Only you can help her!"

"Draw you...you will lead me to find my sister..."

"Is this painting...for me? Who is your sister?"

"Sister...sister...I...I...I remember...her name is Sunflower."