I'm a god in the infinite game

Sometimes he will find some bruises and wounds on her body, and he will lie on her shoulder and ask in a low voice: "Dancing is so hard, can you stop dancing? Huh?"

She was silent for a long time, and then smiled and answered him: "No, mom also? Yes, she has to work. How can you make money without dancing?"

He said, "Then I'll do it? Jump."

"I've watched? Your video tape many times." He looked at her and said seriously, "I also? Can dance? I'll help you dance!"

"Are you too young?" She couldn't help laughing, "You can't dance, I was 12 years old when I first appeared on stage? How old are you?"

12 years old - he silently recorded this age in his heart.

At this age, he can help her dance, so she doesn't have to work so hard.

As the days went by, he began to secretly wear her women's clothes and paint her makeup while she was out dancing, and then imitated her dancing moves and expressions on the video tape.

He grew up slowly, and he became more and more beautiful.

The way she looked at him became bewildered and flustered, and she would anxiously say to him, "Go roll outside in the flower field!"

"Dirty face!"

"Don't you play with flowers?! You become a boy! Don't play with these things!"

When he was 11 years old, he put a flower on his head mischievously, turned it around in front of her, tilted his head and asked her if she looked good, she looked at him in horror for the first time, Hysteria broke out?:

"I'm not? Tell you that I'm not allowed to play with these girls' things!"

"Are you a boy? Not a girl? Ah!!"

He was silenced by the roar, and the flower on his head fell and shattered into petals.

"I'm sorry..." She squatted on the ground slowly, covered her teary eyes, and apologized lightly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just? I don't understand, I told you so much Again, why do you always like to play with these girls' things."

"You are obviously a boy..." She slowly lowered her hands covering her eyes, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"But I don't like being a boy." He pursed his lips and looked at her stubbornly, "I hate those men, they? They treat you badly."

——Whether it's his bishop's father or the people who came to the Holy See, they all treated her so frivolously and arrogantly. Looking at something nasty.

He hated the way these people looked at her.

She is obviously the best person in the world and can dance the most beautiful dance in the world. These men are trash, and deserve to look at her like this.

"I want to be like you, I don't want to be like them?"

Her tears slowly came down, and then she laughed again? Up?, sniffed? Nose, and held out her finger: "Yeah? I'm not good, yeah? I was wrong? You can do what you want to— —As long as you and I agree on one thing, that’s fine.”

He asked: "What is it?"

She said softly, "Don't act like a girl? A child when your father is at home."

He immediately nodded in agreement?

On the day of his 12th birthday, after confirming with her that his idiot bishop father had gone to a place called Sky City and would never come back that day, he excitedly said to her : "Can I dance for you!"

"I've learned it completely?! I'll dance for you!"

"So powerful?" She clapped her hands with a smile, "Okay, then I'll wait and see?"

He completely changed into the dance clothes she wore when she was young, seriously put on makeup, put on a seven-fold gauze dress, and vividly imitated her dancing posture in the video in front of her.

"Am I good-looking?" He turned around and asked her with a smile, his purple eyes were shining brightly, and he was very excited, "I am? No? I look alike!"

"It's very similar." She looked at him, with a layer of tears in her eyes, and praised with a smile, "You look good."

"You are prettier than me back then."

"I think so too." A calm male voice with hidden enthusiasm suddenly appeared. His father, the bishop who would never come back, stood by the door with a creepy look. She stared at him with a smile, and said with a smile, "It's? It's? Quite beautiful."

"A 12-year-old child is as beautiful as I imagined."

For the first time since he was born to now, he saw such a desperate expression on her face.

The author has something to say:

The source of inspiration for this chapter is "Salome"