As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"Master, you're awake." Cecilia's familiar whisper sounded in Ron's ears.

That's an amazing feeling.

Ron's consciousness was not completely eroded by the illusion and he did not lose control. He even knew very well that Cecilia who appeared behind him was just an illusion and not a real existence.

But, Cecilia's voice is so familiar.

He could feel Cecilia's temperature, smell Cecilia's fragrance, and feel Cecilia's heartbeat.

Everything is so fascinating.

Even though Ron knew that all of this was just false, he couldn't bear to destroy it.

Perhaps, Ron had a kind of self-confidence in his heart. He believed that he was not lost and that he would never be lost. He just wanted to enjoy the tranquility and warmth in front of him for a little while, that's all.

He just wanted to get some comfort in his heart, and when he felt that his soul was satisfied, he could break free from this illusion at any time.

However, he probably didn't know that every trialist who sank in the illusion of desire and sin had the same idea. They all thought that they could control everything and that their will was strong enough, until their spirits continued to sink. In the end, there is no way to break free from the abyss... No, what is even more frightening is that in the end, their spirit will be worn away to the point where they can no longer muster the will to break free, and they will willingly sink into this illusion.

Although the illusion of desire is called desire, it actually shows more than just the sexual temptation between men and women. It is also the embodiment of the life that the trialist desires most deep in his heart.

It is precisely because of this that this fantasy has endless and addictive charm.

It is precisely because of this that the illusion of lust becomes the most dangerous of the seven illusions.

A slight smile appeared on Ron's lips. Feeling Cecilia's body temperature and heartbeat behind him, he looked around.

There is no war, no intrigues, no calculations of fate, no threat of death at any time, tranquility and peace.

There is nothing to worry about here. Ron even wanted to move a chair and lie quietly under the sun, slowly rocking like a bad old man... God knows, he is obviously just a young man in his twenties, but his mind seems to be An old man of seventy or eighty years old.

"Master, are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat?"

Cecilia's voice came to her ears again, still as gentle as before.

"Well, please." Ron replied with a slight nod.

Cecilia responded happily, and a pair of lotus-like arms finally let go of Ron's neck, and left the small room to prepare food. Suddenly Ron was the only one left in the quiet room, and he He pursed his lips and walked towards the door.

Squeak.

The door of the small house was pushed open easily.

The sun shone on Ron's face, and the scorching light was like a sharp sword, making Ron's eyes sting. After a period of time, Ron finally adapted to the dazzling sunlight. He stretched and stepped out of the door completely.

Still familiar, Larnaca City Dawn Goddess Church branch.

Everything is not much different from what I remember. There is no black beast raging here. Thousands of priests have not died under the attack of the young god. There is no huge mother tree and the hanging hanging tree. There were densely packed corpses on the mother tree, not to mention the rivers of blood and ruins of corpses scattered all over the field.

The nuns came and went in the church, each with a slight smile on their face, which made people feel quite comfortable just looking at them.

Ron just walked slowly in the church, looking around, refusing to let go of any detail.

There were many places that he had almost forgotten, but this illusion unexpectedly dug out these images from the deepest part of his memory and presented them to him.

Suddenly, Ron's footsteps stopped.

He saw a person.

That was an old man with a somewhat thin stature.

His beard and hair were all white, and he was sitting quietly under a big tree, leaning his back against the trunk, and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

It's Archbishop Gerald.

For a moment, Ron even felt his eyes were a little sore.

Ron will never forget that in the former Larnaca City, Archbishop Gerald swallowed all the spores released by the Young God into his own body, allowing those spores to take root and sprout in his body, and in the shortest time, they All the nutrients in his body were drained, turning his body into rotten meat paste, and then he died in extreme pain.

Originally, he didn't have to die.

He still has a chance to live.

He was forced to death by Anthony Andre, just to prevent the spores of the young god from falling into the hands of Anthony Andre, because Gerald knew very well that once these spores fell into Anthony's hands, the entire Twilight Continent would There will be black beasts everywhere.

The whole world will sink into the wails of death and despair.

Therefore, he chose to swallow the spores.

Ron clenched his fingers subconsciously. Not to mention the conflict between the Andre family and himself, Gerald's hatred alone would never allow the Andre family to continue to exist in this world.

For Twilight Continent, the Andre family is the biggest cancer.

It can be seen from Ron's inner thoughts that Ron has not sunk into this illusion. Even if this illusion is extremely real and is simply a projection of Ron's deepest desire, Ron still insists that it is just a fantasy. It is an illusion. He will seize any abnormal point to continuously strengthen the fact that this is an illusion. He will use hatred to maintain his determination to leave the illusion.

From the beginning, he regarded this as a beautiful dream, and he would never mix dreams and reality.

He walks in this space, but there is a gap between him and this space that can never be reconciled.

He met Herman again. When he first traveled to the Twilight Continent, this enemy who was a gold medal experience baby and wanted to eat him alive now showed no hatred at all and even greeted him very kindly.

Ron didn't know how long he stayed in this space. It might be a long time, or it might just be a short moment. The scorching sunshine was always above his head. Even though he had walked around the church, it never appeared. Little change.

Sweet dreams are just sweet dreams after all.

No matter how beautiful this dream is, it is not reality after all.

Unconsciously, Ron returned to the small room.

Cecilia had already prepared the food, with a soft smile on her face, as if she was waiting for him to come and enjoy it.

Ron's eyes swept over Cecilia, and finally turned into a silent sigh. Cecilia, who was originally gentle, seemed to notice something, and suddenly there was some tension on her pretty face: "Master, what's wrong? It's Is the food I cooked not to your liking?”

With a strange look on his face, Ron slowly exhaled: "Cecilia, I'm leaving here."

Cecilia's little face suddenly turned sad, and her voice was a little crying: "Sir, wouldn't it be good to stay here? Everything you want is here. Isn't this the life you have always dreamed of?"