Chapter 709 - 636: Metamorphosis and Ascension
Is it not?
Where is the great protection from the unknown, did something go wrong, why hasn’t the monster you sent come to save me, is it slacking off?
No no no.
I will not die, I will not die.....
Inverse Matrix Theorem, my theorem, why didn’t it work this time?
There must be a bug somewhere!
But where exactly is it?!!
What responded to Feng Ju was a crisp sound with a touch of stickiness, "screech".
It’s the sound of flesh being forcibly torn apart and tendons snapping.
Feng Ju’s bulging eyeballs jerkily moved downward.
Then, he saw a slender, pale hand, devoid of blood, like the finest porcelain.
It was the hand of the "cloth doll".
At this moment, the hand was slowly retracting from his chest, holding a mass of constantly twisting and changing, ominous black energy.
"So this is my soul, it looks like this....."
Feng Ju’s consciousness began to flicker like a candle in the wind, starting to uncontrollably disperse, swaying unsteadily.
The light in his eyes swiftly receded like a tide, swallowed by boundless darkness.
In his throat, the vocal cords blocked by an invisible force still struggled to emit broken syllables:
"Uh... uh uh... ah..."
Even at this moment, as he watched the traces of his existence in his perception completely shatter and annihilate, feeling his self pouring out from his shell as if through a floodgate...
Feng Ju still did not completely resign himself to fate, nor did he utterly despair.
He still felt he could make it right.
What kind of existence shaped such an incredible belief in him?
He was still shouting in his heart:
"Inverse Matrix Theorem activate, activate, activate ah ah ah ah——"
The "cloth doll" obviously didn’t know Feng Ju’s inner roar; she gently closed her fingers, and the mass of black energy instantly rippled outwards, merging into the scarlet threads encircling her.
In an instant, an indescribable sense of fullness filled the entirety of her soul.
It was as if her soul had always been missing a core piece, giving her a sense of emptiness.
And now, that void was finally complete.
An unprecedented feeling of "wholeness" engulfed her like a warm tide.
This feeling was so real and so intense that her body involuntarily began to tremble slightly, emitting a subtle moan.
Warm, too warm.
Like returning again to the original source of life, wrapped and nourished by the purest source of power.
The "cloth doll" didn’t know how to describe it, but just felt she seemed different, the energy within her trembling joyfully, the patterns in her pupils spinning wildly.
Suddenly, a sharp tingling came from her brow, as if some force was awakening beneath the skin, pushing a tiny protrusion out of the previously smooth skin.
After an almost imperceptible strange sound, a vertical light scar quietly emerged between her brows, emanating a captivating glow.
In that instant, the wide black robe on her body fluttered gently without wind.
A substantial aura, almost tangible, began to quietly spread from her body.
The seed planted by Puppet Mother started to sprout tender shoots on her.
"I seem... to have transformed."
The "cloth doll" felt the surging new power within her, sensed the change brought by the transformation of her brow, and the "completion" feeling filling the depths of her soul, murmuring to herself.
The glow of the light scar on her brow flickered with the fluctuation of her emotions.
She lowered her head, her gaze cast upon her dear Feng Ju.
In just a few breaths, Feng Ju’s body had lost all vitality, wisps of black mist rising and dissipating from the surface.
The "cloth doll" slightly flared her nostrils, her eyes surging with complex emotions beyond description.
There was a sudden realization of gratitude, the satisfaction of a wish fulfilled, and more importantly... an enlightenment akin to finding the path!
A mysterious and profound understanding arose within her:
Integration and sublimation are the best continuations of lineage.
The significance of lineage lies in inheritance, and the highest form of inheritance ought to be, through a total dedication (integration) of one party, achieving the ultimate transformation of the other, right?
Through Feng Ju’s existence, his essence, his everything, she finally accomplished her transformation tonight!
"Is this... the last thing you gave me?"
Looking at Feng Ju, the "cloth doll" felt soulfully touched, like a flood breaking through the emotional dam of her body.
Tears slid down her sharp jawline and dripped onto Feng Ju’s vanishing body.
The "cloth doll" smiled and cried, her expression complex yet sincere.
Tears and laughter, two entirely opposite emotions intertwined on her delicate face, ultimately fusing into a heart-wrenching, twisted deep affection.
Though Feng Ju deceived me, in the end, he still loved me.
Just as although I "integrated" him, deep down I still love him.
Such deeply moving emotions!
"Ah, human emotions are truly wonderful, especially at times like this, hehe——" The cloth doll her eyeballs rolling around, feeling the instinctively surging emotions in her body, she quietly admired.
This is why Puppet Mother loves to scatter seeds everywhere, constantly parasitizing and controlling humans.
Each time she parasitized, she could experience this sensation, filling her lack of... humanity.
Yes, humans seek the power of the wicked, and the wicked seek human emotions.
To be precise, the "cloth doll" is not Puppet Mother, but merely a seed sown by Puppet Mother, waiting for it to blossom and bear fruit for Puppet Mother to harvest back; that will be Puppet Mother’s harvest season.