After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

The man who was kicked down for no reason still had a gentle expression. He reached out and grabbed Liuli's ankle, rubbed it gently with his thumb twice, and then tucked it into the quilt.

"Don't worry, dear. I won't let you have a baby."

"I remember what you said: you are afraid of pain and don't want to give birth to a child yourself."

"Besides, we already have a child."

Grisha said as he returned to bed. Liuli's brain froze for several seconds because of his words, and she was held in his arms again without noticing.

"You asked the Virgin Mary to give birth to a child? And then you said it was mine, and asked me to be a mother?"

With her thoughts in a mess, Liuli keenly grasped a thread and spoke with gritted teeth while trying to kick Him down.

Grisha was amused by her train of thought. Sometimes even he couldn't understand Amon and Ruri's thoughts.

Now that I think about it, there is a high probability that the mystical connection between the child and the mother does exist. At least their weird thought processes are highly similar.

"Is it possible that in this story, I play the Virgin Mary who gave birth to Jesus, and you play the Lord, and I make you pregnant and give birth to a child?"

The brain crashed for the second time, and this time it took a little longer for the system to return to normal. Liuli couldn't even help but lift a corner of the quilt and look down at Grisha's flat abdomen.

There was nothing there except eight-pack abs.

She felt a surge of emotion, not sure whether it was loss or relief, and felt that her worries were completely groundless.

Haha, it’s impossible that Grisha would get pregnant again just because they had sex a few times last night.

She wasn't ready to be a father, and neither was she ready to be a mother.

Obviously, there are certain differences in the thinking of science students and liberal arts students. At least Grisha's thought process and Liuli's were not connected. He looked at where Liuli was looking, and reached out to hold her hand with sudden realization.

Then he placed her hands on his abdomen.

"If you want to touch it, you can continue. Didn't you touch it for a long time last night?"

Grisha's bony hand wrapped around the back of her hand from the outside, while her palm was pressed against his muscular and firm abdominal muscles. The bastard also controlled her hand to slide down.

Liuli grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Are you not going to get up?"

Grisha put his other hand around her waist and asked her to turn over and lie on top of him so that he could hold her in his arms better.

He buried his head in Liuli's neck, rubbing her collarbone and neck stickyly, "I don't want to get up, I want to continue to be with you."

"I missed you so much, darling."

"I really, really miss you."

His love and longing for Liuli are part of his humanity, and it can even be said that they account for a huge part.

They are all outside of time and the world, they are all so lonely and so tired.

Grisha sometimes wondered if the long separation had brought the true weight of love and longing to him, when he tirelessly battled the Old Gods, when he was betrayed without hesitation by the angels he trusted, when he was burdened with sin and deeply polluted...

Only she was still in the depths of his memory, standing on the streets of Russia in spring, leaving him with a spotless back.

Longing for her was the way for the ancient sun god to fight against God, the way for the real creator to maintain his sanity, and the means for the imaginary angel Adam to maintain his humanity.

Liuli supported her body with her hands, and her long silver hair slid down like water, flowing into Grisha's black hair and merging into one.

She stared into his eyes, and her indigo pupils finally showed clear pain. "Grishenka, why did you only say you missed me, but not take me home?"

She lowered her head and rested her forehead against Grisha's, getting closer to him, so close that they could clearly feel the airflow when their eyelashes trembled. Liuli asked him for the second time, asking the God in front of her.

"Grishenka, if, as you say, we already have a child, then you are coming to me now, aren't you going to take me home?"

"Take me back. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go home. I...I'm not ready to be a mother yet, but I will try to like that child."

"Is He a boy or a girl? Like me or you? Does He know I exist? Does He like me?"

Grisha hugged her waist, trying to avoid her sight, but there was no way to avoid it. He could only look into her eyes with clear eyes.

"He is a boy with black hair and black eyes. He looks like you. He knows you exist. I often tell him stories about our past. He likes you very much and has always wanted to meet you."

"When he was little, he was always worried that you didn't like him because he was always naughty."

"Then take me back. I want to see Him."

"..."

"Grishenka?"

Liuli's voice trembled slightly. She noticed that the embrace that had been holding her for a long time had tightened. She asked softly:

"Are you still on Earth?"

Grisha's eyelashes trembled, "I'm here."

"Can I still go back?"

"you can."

"Do you want me to go back now?"

"I hope."

"Then why don't you take me home?"

Grisha didn't answer.

But silence itself is an answer.

"why?"

Grisha whispered, "Because I can't help it."

"I'm sorry, Liuli, there's nothing I can do right now."

"Only in this world can I maintain my strongest form with the help of other gods. In reality, I am... already dead."

"I am not the sovereign Jehovah. I am Jesus who was hanged on the cross after being betrayed by Judas. I cannot take you home."

"I can not do anything."

It's shameful to admit your inability in front of the person you love.

Grisha felt sad and guilty in a trance, but after coming to this world and seeing Ruri, his humanity became more abundant than ever before.

Love, joy, sorrow, sadness, guilt, pain...

So many emotions came from her.

When He found her in that world, He was already dead, and she was also dead.

Time and space are the authority of the Lord of Mysteries, not God.

If He were in His prime, He could use the Chaos Sea to try to bring His beloved back to the Earth, which had become unfamiliar to Him.

But He, who has become the real creator and the imaginary angel, does not have that ability.

If He had not imagined His most powerful self before He came to this world, and then used the reality of the God of this world to turn His fantasy into reality, He could only have come to this world as an imaginary angel.

Because, ultimately, He is already dead.

Just like their world, it has actually been destroyed long ago.

The earth is still the same earth, but the familiar people are long gone.

Only he and she have not changed.

Only them.

A tear hit Grisha's eyelashes, causing him to shift his attention back in a daze.

Liuli reached out and hugged him, like a mother hugging her child, a wife hugging her husband, and a hometown hugging a wanderer.

She said, "Thank you for your hard work, Grishenka."

"Thank you for your hard work, Grisha."