Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Iyalian closed his eyes obediently.

"Don't feel guilty for feeling happy and pursuing happiness." Sharlolia has seen many such people, most of whom are survivors who lost their relatives and friends in the disaster.

Survival seems to be their sin. When they endure pain, they will feel a sense of relief of "redemption", but when they feel happy, this sense of guilt will come doubly.

However, the Dharma image that only reflects the suffering they carry is incomplete. The more they can truly show their own Dharma image, the stronger and more stable they will be.

——Maybe it can also solve some emotional problems for her "brother" in the other world.

After all, people who can't enjoy happiness and happiness without scruples often can't face love calmly.

If you fall in love with shackles, it will be difficult for the two to go long.

Although she feels helpless that her younger brothers always choose a bumpy emotional road, since her younger brothers have made their own choices, Sharlolia, who is now a mature archon, can only respect and give some help to the best of her ability.

"You have the right to enjoy happiness and pursue happiness without feeling guilty for the dead." Sharloriya quietly used her own concept - the power of judgment. "You who fight with the wishes of the dead are more qualified to get a happy reward. This is the life you deserve and the reward given to you by the world consciousness.

You don't have to endure the suffering alone, nor should you blame yourself for feeling happy. I believe that the companions you have lost will eventually pray to the world consciousness in the sea of ​​life, wishing you happiness and peace.

I, as the arbitrator, hereby judge you]: Iyalian, not guilty."

The phantom of the arbitrator goddess raised the scale to Iyalian and his Dharma image. The phantom of Iyalian appeared on the left end of the scale, and a golden feather fell from the right end. The scale trembled, and then the left side was raised high.

The golden feather turned into a warm light in an instant, wandering around Iyalian's body for several weeks, and then drilled into his heart.

A warm and fulfilling feeling overflowed from the tip of Iyalian's heart. He gasped in surprise and found that he had never felt so relaxed before.

It was as if the deep illness and mud weighing on his heart were stripped off by the power of the angel. The memories that Iyalian treasured in his heart but dared not touch gushed out in an instant and drowned him.

... At the end of the beast tide, he was covered with scars, with a huge wound on his abdomen that was bleeding profusely. He put down the giant sword in his hand, just like throwing away the heavy burden he had been carrying tightly. He lay on the scorching Gobi Desert, his heart filled with relief, apology to the lord, and a small joy and guilt for the success of the prank.

——He tried, worked hard, and fought with all his strength, leaving the fire and burden of hope to the stranger.

By dying like this, he can live up to his heart and all the people who have passed away and entrusted hope and responsibility to him.

The next second, the ring turned inexplicably, a solid and reliable embrace, and sufficient healing power to pull him back from the brink of death.

The "little trick" that Iyalian wanted to "legitimately" free himself from endless responsibilities was resolved by a certain lord with extremely gentle and natural methods. The original bet full of scrutiny and gambling, I don't know when it turned into a strong interest, and it quietly changed during the night of talking.

In addition to preventing him from actively seeking death, Mo Yu never denied his decision. He gently respected Iyalian, and even indulged Iyalian when he was embarrassed, so as not to touch the wounds hidden in Iyalian's heart, and let him keep his various little secrets.

The lord arranged the residence, clothes, weapons, armor and even the daily food properly, and allowed Iyalian to touch his deepest secrets from the other world.

It was this trust and indulgence that ensnared Iyalian, making him fall deeper and deeper into the honeypot offered by the lord, and he didn't want to leave at all.

But Iyalian himself knew that he was afraid of this kind of happiness and sweetness, not because he was afraid of happiness itself, but because he felt that he didn't deserve it.

So many people who were more valuable and hopeful than him died, and they never had these beautiful things, so why was he so lucky?