God forbids me to fall in love

Of course Moen remembered.

He paid special attention to every word the god said, and carefully observed every reaction of the god.

Because of this, he always felt that the gods in the illusion... seemed to be different from before.

Thinking of this, Moen pursed his lips, feeling a little apprehensive.

Because he remembered several memories of Yongdu River, on the one hand, he felt that the appearance of the illusion pretending to be a god must not be so realistic, on the other hand, he couldn't help but a little bit of doubt.

This feeling is not the first time.

In fact, the god's eyes and temperament did not change at all. Although he was implanted with the identity of a human named "Victor" by the illusion, Moen could naturally recognize that this was indeed Vernes himself. It's just a strange feeling of strangeness.

For example, now, facing the hot and empty stare from the gods, his eyes quickly drooped down, while avoiding his gaze, he also casually changed the subject: "Then... how should we get out?"

His instinctive avoidance and dodge was beyond his imagination.

After all, in the past, he was only full of respect for the gods at most, but he had never had such uneasiness that felt faintly dangerous.

I don't know if his unnatural reaction was noticed by the god, but the other party didn't reply.

The silence was only broken until it made Moen feel embarrassed.

"Are you afraid of me too?"

Victor spoke softly.

It's hard to discern what kind of emotion is contained in his words.

The tone was as flat as if it was just a sentence that had nothing to do with him, and it was just spoken through his mouth.

Such a god is even more wrong.

"Of course not." Moen didn't notice the meaningful word "also" in the sentence, he rebutted subconsciously, but the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist - this negation was obviously against his will answer.

But when he looked up into Victor's brown eyes, he suddenly couldn't bear the concealment, he opened his mouth, and still stammered out what was in his heart: "... I, actually, actually have a little bit, maybe I have a problem, you are a little strange to me."

"..."

"Here, I feel that you are dangerous. My physical instincts don't seem to allow me to get too close to you. Whenever you look at me, I always... feel uncomfortable." Moen said with difficulty, Fearing that a word that was said too strongly would hurt Vernes' heart, he continued to make amends, "It may also be related to the illusion we are in, as long as we find a way to get out..."

It may be that his sincere appearance made the gods understand his situation. Victor nodded thoughtfully, looked at Moen silently for a while, and then smiled again.

Moen felt a sense of relief. The atmosphere should have eased, perhaps because of psychological effects. He felt that even the weather outside had improved a lot.

Victor stood up and walked to Moen's side. Looking at the calm sea with them, he said slowly, "When the time is up, you can go out."

"I hope there will be no more mistakes." Moen shook his head, shook off all the wild thoughts in his head, and asked the god with a face full of expectation, "Then after leaving here, will the next stop be the kingdom of heaven?"

"It's not necessarily good to leave... It's not good to stay here forever, isn't it?" Victor said lightly.

Moen frowned: "Is this really your heartfelt voice? I met another false you when I was on Yongdu River, and he said the same thing at that time, making me stay where I am. This should be to prevent An obstacle to your return to heaven."

"What if you die if you take one step forward?" Victor's voice became very low.

Moen's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and the nerves he had finally relaxed tensed up again. He turned his head to look at Victor's side face, but the other party didn't look at him anymore.

"Did you see anything, or have you awakened the memory of the kingdom of heaven?" Moen felt uneasy in his heart, rubbing his fingers, not understanding where this strange panic came from.

Victor raised his head expressionlessly and looked out of the window. The sky that had finally been clear before was getting dark again.

There was no thunder, no rain, not even a sea breeze with a fishy smell. There were only a few heavy clouds that enveloped the sky again at some point.

Just before Moen was about to be suffocated by the inexplicably heavy atmosphere, Victor suddenly said, "No."

"Huh?" Moen didn't understand that the answer was irrelevant.

"I won't let you die." Victor bit every word very lightly, to a somewhat deliberate degree, as if doing so could make him not care about a certain word in this sentence.

"..."

Moen was stunned for a while, feeling some indescribable bitterness in his heart.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, he just felt that this place was really a strange place, which made him feel inexplicable, and even the god seemed a little lost.

But he didn't know how his unintentional action stimulated the nerves of the gods, Victor's face turned ugly, and the action of stepping forward to grab Moen's wrist was not hasty, but it also showed a bit of rare disrespect.

Moen stood there blankly looking at the approaching god, and suddenly felt the cold temperature belonging to the god from the hand that was pressing on his heart.

The soles of his feet involuntarily took half a step back, his mind was in a mess.

"..." Victor lowered his eyes and glanced at the soles of Moen's feet, seemingly unintentionally, and then focused on Moen's somewhat pale face in the next second.He opened his lips lightly, and then a thunderstorm overlapped with the "Moen" like a coincidence.

The deafening sound was like a warning.

Moen's fingers curled up, but he didn't lose the strength to raise his head. It could even be said that he looked directly at Victor's tea-colored pupils, responding to the call to hit the soul.

Always this look.

It's always like this, from the gods... like scrutiny, but also like devouring eyes.

"...Can you carve an icon for me?" Victor gave him enough time to react, or maybe he gave himself enough time to think, and then looked into Moen's eyes intently and wrote lightly. .

The content of these words is "praying", but it is difficult to say what is not calm in the tone of the god's speech.

It was a declarative question between a pleading and an order, and the timbre was still soft and melodious, and it was difficult to distinguish any bright emotional color from it.

But Moen was sensitive to the fact that there was a slight sense of uncomfortable and oppressive intimacy missing in these words—this is actually normal.

Since entering the illusion, Moen has always felt that the attitude of the gods is strange, and the blame lies in the "intimacy".

That is a high god.

Even if he is expelled from the human world, even if his memory as a god is erased, he is still noble and unattainable.

It should have been a delightful thing for the aloof god whom he admired to be intimate with him, but it was hard for him to ignore the slight panic that came from the bottom of his heart.

Moen thought he would never forget that snowy night in the grassland.

He stood in the distance and looked, and what he saw was the holy back of the god who was not covered in snow, and what he saw was the silver hair of the god raised under the pouring moonlight.

But at this moment when he tried to recall, the only images that flashed in his mind were the snow scene covered in silver.

It was as if he had never seen Vernes sitting on the grassland with his own eyes.

how could be……

"Thank you, Moen."

Victor's words and his next movement woke Moen out of a brief trance.

The god let go of the hand that was holding Moen's wrist, and held his white palm upwards, and a roughly cylindrical piece of wood appeared there out of thin air.

Moen subconsciously looked down at the uncarved and rough piece of wood. It was only the size of an adult's palm, and its color and texture were the same as the logs he used to carve the holy images for the gods in his spare time as a carpenter not long ago. exactly the same.

The icon that was given as a gift accidentally fell while they were climbing Mount Liefeng, and was destroyed by fire.

However, after being expelled, Vilnes only knew that it was a "precious thing", and didn't even know that it was carved for him by himself as his only believer.

But now...

Moen's cerebral cortex suddenly tightened. He didn't even take the wood from Victor's hand. He just raised his head to look at the strange face of the god that changed in the illusion, and whispered in surprise. Said: "Have you... have recovered your memory and identity?"

No wonder.

Before the god answered, Moen had already said in his heart that it was no wonder.

He blinked his dry eyes, feeling more bitter in his heart.

No wonder he feels that the gods have become different from before, because he is too self-righteous.

The one who spends day and night with him and shares the same bed is Vernes, who has lost his godhood, and he has only met the real god twice, so how can he think he understands it.

There is such a big gap between ordinary humans and gods, it is only natural for him to be afraid.

although……

Even though the gods didn't bring such a strong...a sense of majesty before?

Moen was in an indescribable sense of loss, so he didn't notice the short silence that Victor kept silent because he couldn't answer.

"...Then can we go out from here?" And Moen has automatically recognized the silent air as the default.

He's throwing out the same questions he's been asking all over again, and his brain's actually shut down now.

"When you finish it." Victor tightened and loosened his held hands, and handed the wooden post to Moen.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Moen's hair, and said in a low voice, "Good boy."

Moen held the wood in his arms and nodded dully.

He raised his eyes to look at the pair of light brown pupils, only to realize that he had never seen his own shadow clearly in them, even though those eyes were always gazing at him tenderly.

……

How he got out of that room later, Moen himself can't remember clearly.

He thought he heard some shouts from the deck below.

Then he drowsily held the wood and said that he wanted to go down and have a look. In fact, he just wanted to stay alone for a while, and sort out his chaotic brain in a place where the gods couldn't see.

In fact, he has not explored any corner of the illusion.

He has been with Victor since he woke up, and just proposed to leave. He had a faint premonition in his heart that he would be rejected, but he didn't expect Victor to just say "OK" with a smile after being quiet for a few seconds.

Moen felt the never-moving eyes from behind him leaving the room, and the moment the door closed, he seemed to be drained of all his energy, and had to walk in the noisy stairwell like a walking dead.

In fact, he didn't understand why he lost his soul in such a way. Logically speaking, he didn't lose anything.

But soon, Moen's spirit was forced to fight again, because he began to smell some particularly disgusting fishy smells, permeating the entire space.

It was a fishy smell unique to marine life, and it was also mixed with a thick bloody smell that reminded people of rotting and fuzzy flesh and blood.

Moen's throat and stomach complained of discomfort at the same time.

He hesitated on the spot for a while, still put the wooden pillar into his arms with one hand, covered his mouth with the other hand and turned around the corner with a frown.

He hasn't had any contact with other phantoms in the illusion, and he doesn't know what will happen, but if the gods let him out, there must be no danger... right?