After leaving the world of all NPCs

"Alright." Ye Zuochen didn't mind. He had seen many riddlers before, so he changed the subject and asked, "Can I ask your name? What if I summon the wrong one?"

The Axe God uttered a name: "Sventorvit! I have foreseen the future. Little devil, collect all the fragments of the Tree of Life on the ground, and then offer the 'Twist' you found as a sacrifice. Then I will come down and kill you!"

"I hope you can get down safely," Ye Zuochen said calmly. At the same time, he sent a voice message to the observation platform in the [NPC World], "Erya, help me find out which god Sventovit is. I don't think I've ever heard of him."

After the arrangement was completed, Ye Zuochen also noticed Alicia and Aponia who were concentrating on watching the small TV.

Alicia believes that God loves people.

Aponia wants to know the fate of this world.

However, most of the gods that appeared on earth had broken brains.

It is indeed rare for a spirit to descend from the Undead Realm. Thinking of this, Ye Zuochen suddenly asked, "Sventovit, I agree to your request. I hope you can answer my question."

"Two," Sventovit said with a smile. "I can only answer two of your questions. Of course, the questions I can't answer don't count."

It is forbidden to transmit information about the [Undead Realm] to the earth, and even gods must abide by this.

Ye Zuochen nodded and asked the first question:

"Do you gods really love people?"

The axe floating in the sky suddenly froze, as if shocked by this question.

Not only him, but also Alicia from the [NPC World] was stunned.

This question was not what Ye Zuochen wanted to ask, but what Ai Lishiya wanted to ask.

"I feel like my heartbeat is speeding up."

Alicia placed her hand over her heart and whispered to herself.

After a brief silence, Sventovite said, "Drifting King, gods and humans are different beings. Even though we are becoming more and more like humans because of [Mythology], we are still not human."

"If we were to come to the earth, we might become more like humans."

"At this point, we can answer you whether that is what you humans call 'love'."

"But as gods, we can only tell you that we love humans, but this is God's 'love'."

After hearing this answer, Ye Zuochen wanted to ask Sventovit why [mythology] makes gods more and more like humans, and whether humans themselves have some special value. However, Ye Zuochen did not ask, but asked another question.

"What exactly is [Destiny]?"

"To prevent eternal death." Sventovit replied calmly, "Drifting King, eternal life equals eternal death."

"Without Destiny, the universe will one day face eternal death. The prisoner of fate who asked you to ask this question should be well aware of this, right?"

He paused, then said, "Civilization will cause the universe to die forever, in an unchanging, dead silence..."

He had only said half of his words when the axe floating in the air trembled violently, as if the will within it had been expelled.

boom! !

The axe flashed with lightning, and a gruff voice boomed, "Old man, you talk too much. Don't cast your gaze carelessly towards the outer universe where gods reside. Do you want to ignite another ■■■■ war?"

Immediately, the axe flew heavily towards Ye Zuochen.

Ye Zuochen immediately raised his hand, and the power of the spell instantly ignited his authority, but just as he was about to make a move, a gunshot suddenly erupted from his body, and the outside scene suddenly became dim, unable to reflect anything. When the outside scene recovered, it had become a completely different scene.

The axe, the pit, the altar, and the magic furnace all disappeared.

Day turns to night.

Ye Zuochen returned to thirty years later...

122 This is not worn on the finger

In the huge church, the statue at the end stands silently.

The dome hangs high like an inverted sky, with a crystal clear skylight. Sunlight pours down unhindered, transforming into countless jumping spots of light and columnar holy light dust, filling the huge platform in the center of the space like a waterfall.

The air was filled with the smell of stone dust warmed by the sun and the faint scent of old incense.

Aponia knelt on the cold black and white rock ground, her body erect, her long light golden hair like flowing liquid sunlight, part of it softly draped behind her shoulders, and the other part formed a few natural bangs, gently sliding down the side of her eyes, adding a hazy and alienated veil to her quiet gray eyes.

His head was covered with a wide, snow-white hooded cloak, the brim of which had a delicate curve.

The black and white spliced ​​close-fitting nun's uniform outlines every inch of her thrilling ups and downs.

The pure white part was like the most pious bra, covering her fullness but leaving an intriguing gap at the edge, faintly revealing the soft and plump curve of the black stockings wrapped underneath.

The black part wrapped around her amazingly slender waist like flowing water, extending downwards to connect with the intricately layered white ruffled shorts.

A black high-slit long skirt of the same material covered her, with the slit almost reaching her waist, completely exposing her pair of slender legs in the holy light.

Put your hands together and place your fingertips reverently on your eyebrows.

Ye Zuochen walked in slowly, as light as a cat passing through light and shadow, and came silently behind Aponia, his eyes falling on the butterfly wings with interest.

He stretched out two fingers and gently pinched a piece of wing membrane as thin as a cicada's wing near the edge of the butterfly's wing.

The touch was stranger than he had imagined.

An extremely delicate and cool texture came from the fingertips, like the finest jade soaked in constant temperature stream water, with the unique flexibility and subtle elasticity of biological tissue.

"It feels quite cool to the touch."

Aponya did not turn around immediately, but slowly lowered her folded hands and placed them on her knees.

"Xiaoye, please don't tease me."

"Xiao Ye?" A smile instantly spread across Ye Zuochen's face. "What about the rules? What should I call me?"

Aponia's gaze met his blazing black eyes calmly. "That name... I cannot utter it. Please don't tease me."

Ye Zuochen smiled and said, "Well, since you won't call me 'Master', then I'll just take the blame! I'll just call you... Mother Aponya! How's that? Hmm?"

In an instant, all the helplessness and tolerance in the depths of Aponya's gray eyes shattered.

An extremely cold light suddenly burst out, like a cold current roaring under the ice, almost piercing through the alienated and hazy veil.

"Ye Zuochen...are you very proud?"

Ye Zuochen nodded naturally, his eyes full of conquest.

"Of course I am proud. Looking at you like this, how can I not be proud?"

The moment the words fell, the hand that was originally on the cold butterfly wings suddenly slipped away like a long-lurking spirit snake.

The aim was precise and bold, reaching directly behind the white breast cloth hanging from Aponya's chest.

Aponia's body instantly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring.

The huge white butterfly wings suddenly spread out rapidly behind it, as if it was greatly frightened, and then trembled violently and folded together, like a sail on the verge of breaking in a storm.

Aponia seemed to want to stand up immediately, to step back, to avoid the burning hand, but her stiff knees and the restraint of some invisible force made her kneel stiffly in place.

A suppressed gasp escaped from the depths of his throat, like the wail of a taut string that finally couldn't bear the weight.

The blood color on the holy face instantly faded, and was quickly covered by a blush of humiliation and shock.

It’s this feeling again!

Last time too, just words, just a touch, made her fall in love.

After the last lesson, Aponiya already knew what Ye Zuochen wanted. He wanted Aponiya, like a nun, to ask for it herself.

Seeking the pleasure of decadence.

"I... am a guilty person."

“I commit crimes every day.”

Ye Zuochen didn't show any intention of retracting his fingers because of her sigh. He leaned over slightly and moved closer to her ear.

"Sin? I'm an expert on sin. I commit the seven deadly sins every day, so I know very well, Aponya, that your greatest sin is your incurable arrogance!"

"You always want to bear the cross of others, always want to bear the sins for those destinies that you are completely powerless to change..."

"What do you think this is? Compassion? Sacrifice?"

Ye Zuochen provocatively increased his strength a little bit.

Aponya's breathing became more rapid and her body stiffened again.

"No, this is your deepest arrogance! You arrogantly think you can replace fate and save everyone! You arrogantly carry the entire world on your shoulders!"

"But do you know, Aponya?" Ye Zuochen whispered, "The one who needs to be saved the most is actually you! This heart frozen by 'sin'!"

"Look, it's overflowing from between my fingers, and I've pressed my palm low enough, but I still can't feel your heartbeat!"

Ye Zuochen suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning like the sun, penetrating the holy light pouring down from the church dome.

"Now, let me save you! Tear off these ridiculous shackles of yours! Let you see clearly, let you truly feel what true 'joy' is!"

Aponia suddenly raised her neck and rolled her eyes at Ye Zuochen.

Her lips trembled and her long eyelashes fluttered.

Ye Zuochen looked at her with a half-smile.

After a long time, Aponya's calves, which were stuck in her white shorts, couldn't help but move slightly.

Ye Zuochen continued to take action.

And so on...

Aponya finally couldn't help but speak: "You have already fulfilled... my wish. Please take what you want..."

Ye Zuochen chuckled: "You clearly said 'please', but in fact it was an order. Aponiya, 'please' beg me~~"

Aponya's lips trembled slightly.

Once it’s no longer a “please” but a beg, then you probably won’t be able to go back.

Suddenly, Aponya shuddered and remembered the original intention of coming here... It seemed that it was to judge whether Ye Zuochen had other intentions.

Now it seems certain.

Good news, Ye Zuochen had no other ideas.

What is dominating the world? What is playing with the fate of mankind for fun? What is using one's power to harm the world...

None of the things Aponya was worried about happened.

Bad news, he really wants them.

Not only the body, but also the soul needs to be savored.

"Please..." Aponya uttered a word, and then the voice was stuck in his throat. Then he said with a compassionate voice: "Please use me, vent..."

"Ok?"

"Please, have mercy on me."

"Ok!"

Ye Zuochen was very happy to see the nun who showed mercy to the world surrender.

However, even though the other party begged him, he would not show mercy to her.

boom!

Aponia's body was pushed forward by this force, and her graceful body hit the smooth black and white rock ground, making a dull sound.

This was followed by the crackling sound of clothes being violently torn and rubbed.

The huge butterfly wings flapped wildly, whipping the air, bringing up whistling winds and more flying light dust, like broken snowflakes of light, dancing wildly under the holy light of the dome.

The sound of the butterfly's wings flapping violently against the air gradually faded away, leaving only the occasional unconscious trembling of the edges.

The scraping sound on the stone floor died away.

The white boots slumped limply.

The storm subsided, leaving only a broken silence.

Aponia's head tilted back slightly, resting on the edge of the cold statue's base. Her long light golden hair was spread messily on the black and white rocks, stained with dust and tiny traces of sweat.

The huge butterfly wings lost their supporting strength and hung limply on both sides of the body, like huge sails ravaged by wind and rain.

Aponiya, with slightly sweaty and warm palms, gently supported the back of Ye Zuochen's sweaty head.

The boy's breathing seemed long and deep, as if he was absorbing some nutrients to calm his frenzy.