God forbids me to fall in love

Tentative?

Whose temptation is it, and what is it being tested for?

Moen gradually became unable to stand upright.

He has never felt so heavy in his body for a moment, and he feels powerless in an instant, and it is difficult for him to control his limbs to take any action.

The wood and the blade slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he even had auditory hallucinations.

Those voices seemed to come from far away, and seemed to come from the depths of his own soul.

……

"The power of faith in red means... the love of believers?"

"Just because you once believed in me? It shouldn't be."

"As for why I am willing, you will know when you become a god."

"Maybe it is God's guidance that allows you to find me and save me by chance."

"...don't be afraid of me."

"The gods no longer exist."

"The sea is boundless. But I... stand at the end of the sea again."

"People are ignorant and loud, but you're always willing to stand with them."

"...don't make me wait too long, Moen."

摩恩

Moen...

who is talking?

Moen covered his hot forehead and fell to his knees with a plop.

He felt a storm of pain after the anesthesia wore off.

There were dialogues in his mind that he might have heard, or maybe he didn't understand at all.

A sentence seemed to turn into a solid body, condensed into a sharp sword, stabbing him back and forth.

There must have been a few swords piercing into the heart, which made his whole heart ache like it was broken.

The pain was like a tree seed sowing into his chest, and the tree broke free from his body as it grew wantonly, but the roots were still tightly entangled with the fragile atrium and kept exerting force, it must be crushed to pieces to be satisfactory.

What's more tormenting is that he also felt a hot burning sensation spreading from his feet upwards all over his body, as if he was tied to the stake, surrounded by scorching flames, bit by bit swallowing his vitality .

The wound on the heart seemed to be being torn repeatedly, and sharp iron objects pierced out. He had died countless times.

This overwhelming physical pain also evokes Moen's endless psychological sadness, as well as indescribable guilt and remorse.

But he could no longer feel the hot tears that kept flowing down his face.

It's just that I keep finding out in the dark: something must be getting worse, and this destructive bad

was born of him.

……

"Are you awake again?"

At the last moment before he fainted, it seemed that someone gently hugged him, and that person seemed to be a little flustered, so he whispered in his ear.

Moen tried his best to distinguish, his pain sensation had all disappeared after this person came over, but his consciousness became more and more drowsy.

"It seems... there is no way to deceive you for a long time." The other party sighed.

"You're so special, does 'he' love you for being special, or does he love you to make you special?"

Who is "he", and who are you?

Moen asked himself in his heart.

It's a pity that all his nerves have stopped functioning and sensing.

……

There is no answer.

"Master Duke, no one opened the door." Bridge put down the hand knocking on the door, wiped it on his side, and reported a nonsense.

"Doctor Devon and Lord Quick haven't shown up for a long time, don't just fall asleep in the room." Duke said with his head down.

"Then, let me knock the door open."

While Bridge was talking, his eyes couldn't help moving to Duke's clothes, which were obviously several times more delicate than his, and he became more and more displeased.

Bridge will not realize that his personality has undergone a drastic change, and while his behavior is crazy and bold, his dark thoughts are becoming more and more uncontrollable.

His emotions have changed from the panic of being bumped into at the beginning to the anger of being interrupted from the chase game with Moen.

Seeing this capitalist's lackey dressed in human-like clothes again, jealousy slowly sprouted in his heart.

Duke, reluctantly called him "My lord", but he was just an insignificant servant of Lord Victor, why should he act so superior in front of him?

But I have to say that the treatment of lackeys like them must be good, seeing that a servant is also pampered, and there is always a faint fragrance on his body.

The strange thing is that the smell reminds Bridge of the delicious food he ate just now, and after smelling it for a long time, it actually makes him move his index finger a little bit.

...What would happen if Duke was eaten?

When Bridge thought of this bold idea, a lot of saliva was secreted from his mouth.

He quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, recovered, and slammed into the door in front of him.

The wooden door was not very secure, and it slammed open with a "bang" the second time his frail body hit it. A lot of dust was raised in the air, and Bridge subconsciously took a breath.

This room is so fragrant.

"This……"

He was stunned at the door, looking at the two people who fell on the floor of the room, feeling inexplicably excited in shock.

Pale lips, bruised face, and peaceful sleeping appearance, why do they look so much like two long-dead corpses?

The high-ranking big capitalist Quick and the so-called elite doctor Devin died in the airtight room of the ship.

What remains of his sanity tells Bridge that he should be scared and should report this horrible incident to everyone.

but……

Why, he couldn't take a step to leave this weird space at all, he was suddenly excited, excited, and a little nervous.

Bridge kept licking his parched lips with his tongue, and glanced quietly at Duke.

It must not be an illusion, the two corpses exude the same smell as food, so tempting, so delicious...

Who killed them?

A dead person will never appear again, which means disappearing forever.

Bridge's heart skipped a beat.

It must be a wonderful world where the hated people disappear forever on this ship and withdraw from the competition of desire and money one by one.

I heard that the meals distributed by the capitalists have become less and less, especially under the oppression of Ferguson and the others. He is still living a hungry and full life. When will he get real stability?

Those who abused him and beat him before should all end up the same way as the corpse in front of them...and then be eaten by him, how nice it would be...

Bridge took two steps back as if obsessed, and closed the knocked wooden door with his backhand. His muscles have been tense since the moment he entered the door.

There seemed to be several gunshots downstairs, probably because of something that caused a commotion in a large area, but he didn't care at all.

He turned his head to look at Duke who was standing still, as if he was frightened, and his throat rolled.

The man still lowered his head, revealing a fragile neck that could probably be easily torn off.

Will the blood spurt or flow after the tear?

Spraying is a bit too wasteful, if it is flowing, it should be stored in a container, at least it must be much fresher than that of Quick and Devon.

Duke was about as thin as he was—Bridge subconsciously analyzed the odds.

In the next second, accompanied by the chaotic shouts and roars downstairs, he had already rushed towards Duke.

bite.

……

Peaceful and quiet.

Jubilant seahorses floated in the pink sky, and the originally dazzling sun was replaced by a huge apple.

On the illusory grassland as outlined by the lines of a brush, there is a young man with dark brown hair leaning on a tree trunk to read a book.

His eyes are pure black, and when he looks at people, they often reflect the clean water light, which looks sincere and kind.

At this time, those eyes were staring at the white pages, browsing carefully.

It is written in the book:

"First, gods have seven emotions and six desires."

Below this line of text are abstract black and white comic strips.

There is only one villain in the picture at the beginning, he is the protagonist of the story, standing alone on the deserted prairie looking at the distant world, surrounded by a group of white things.

The villain's back looks so lonely and lonely - at least the young man thinks so, he can't help stretching out his fingers and gently touching the humanoid pattern in the book.

The second villain in the story gradually began to appear in the later pictures, and there was a red dot floating beside that villain, which became the only color in the black and white picture.

The young man stared at the picture of the two villains in the same frame for a while, and it took him a long time to turn the page.

"Second, God is not omnipotent."

There is such a sentence written at the beginning, and there are still a bunch of stick figures below the words.

The young man glanced at it hastily and turned the page quickly. He seemed to see some thick branches and broken red dots.

The combination of these elements made him a little uncomfortable.

"Third, God does not love the world."

The young man's hands holding the book suddenly became extremely heavy. He wanted to move his hands away, close the book, and even move his eyes away, but he couldn't do any of them.

He was as stiff as if he had been cast by a spell, and he could only passively read the dark, chaotic, and sinful world in the picture.

The painting style of this page is completely different from the previous ones. The large area of ​​black makes people feel depressed and suffocated. Countless villains are posing in strange movements. They fight and fight with each other. , the scene is bloody for no reason.

It was hell on earth.

"Moen..."

"..."

Who is calling him?

The young man, that is, Moen came back to his senses, quickly closed the book, and stood up.

He looked up at the weird and beautiful sky above his head, and found that the skin of the apple sun began to shrink, not as plump and fresh as before.

This is not a good sign, he felt some inexplicable rejection in his heart.

Moen waited quietly for the second call, but fortunately, the call didn't ring again.

He glanced down at the book in his hand, hesitated for a moment or raised his hand, and threw it out.

The book drew an arc in the air and disappeared into the other side of sight, and Moen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, I said, aren't you going to go out?"

A familiar voice came from behind, a short and fat boy ran onto the prairie at some point.

His short blond hair fluttered in the wind, as if he came in a hurry, forgot to put on hair oil, and hurriedly covered his head with one hand, and loosened the little tie on his chest unnaturally while speaking.

"No, Tommy, I don't want to." Moen replied immediately, his tone had never been so sure, "If you go out, you will face a very, very scary world."

"Worse than snowstorms and wars?" asked Tommy.

"I do not know."

Tommy stood there and frowned at him: "But Moen, you should go back, let's go, don't stay here."

Moen shook his head. He wanted to get rid of Tommy's advice, so he strode down the hillside.

Looking back, Tommy's figure was getting further and further away, as if he was waving at him in place.

Moen also raised his hand and waved.

He understood that this meant saying goodbye.