The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

The power of God is enough to distort the world. Because he refused to acknowledge the death of Frey and Nellie, Lor instinctively demonstrated the power that directly points to the divine source of love.

Let the empty emotions and desires have a material body.

So Frey and Nellie came back to life, and as he continued to pay the price of divinity, they were even able to break through their original limits.

It was also because of this that the moth mother suffered a serious setback in the insect nest, because what she occupied was not her own offspring at all.

But a desire.

During the subsequent journey into the abyss, it was not them who protected Lor, but Lor who materialized them to protect himself.

Every bit of divinity consumed by Frey and Nellie was paid dearly by Lor.

This is the power that "half god of love" should possess, or in other words, it is the special field that Lor has awakened for himself.

Wherever he went, the world was forced to acknowledge the existence of Frey and Nellie.

Until... he set foot in the territory of the true god of love, the sea of ​​​​the heart, and the embodied desire inevitably merged into the ocean of desire.

“This is the truth you want to know.”

The voice of Sleeping Beauty still echoed on the plain under the starlight, and then her figure faded, and the surrounding scenes disappeared into nothingness bit by bit. The world collapsed, revealing the scene of the carriage behind the curtain.

"Guest, we have arrived."

The waiter stood in front of the car door, keeping a bow.

Lor seemed to have just woken up from a dream, with confusion and helplessness still in his eyes.

For the first time, he began to doubt the significance of his journey.

"No, we agreed that you would always stay with me, right?"

Lor murmured, feeling a chill from the bottom of his heart.

How come I'm the only one left in the end?

Not only did he fail to save Miss Yasha, but he also lost Frey and the teacher...

How should I deal with all this?

That handsome and delicate face revealed the fragility of a mortal man, and he staggered a few steps.

The car door was clearly right in front of him, but Lor felt like he had been walking for a long time.

No, I can't give up...

Since I was able to deceive the world before, if I become a true God of Love, I will be able to redeem everything.

Lor took a deep breath, and a cruel bloody light seemed to surge in the depths of his golden eyes.

Now that I've come this far, I can't let myself stop no matter what.

Gods, gods are different. What mortals cannot do, gods may not be unable to do.

As long as I can become...

Lor pushed open the car door in front of him. It was pitch black behind the door, and he could faintly hear the melodious sound of a harp.

The boy gritted his teeth, took a difficult step, and walked out.

……

At the same time, this train sailing in the sea of ​​heart did not set out on its return journey. There was deathly silence inside, and countless desires in countless carriages fell silent.

It's like the calm before the storm.

The embodiment of desire that looked like Sleeping Beauty sighed softly.

"Then this is... the final journey."

"No matter what the result is, we will be happy with it."

The waitress murmured, as if waiting for the arrival of destiny, but perhaps a sudden thought made her recall the words of the guest just now.

"That kid just said...his teacher?"

A thoughtful expression appeared on the waitress's beautiful face. She tilted her head, seeming confused.

"But wasn't the only one accompanying him all the way there the adult insect?"

……

Before my eyes was a peaceful garden filled with snow-white flowers that bloomed in spirals. The air was filled with a familiar fragrance, and the clear sound of a piano, like flowing water, echoed over the garden.

This was not Lor's first visit. He had been here before in the depths of his soul and naturally knew whose territory this was.

Amor's Garden of Heart.

Here He is at this moment, the embodiment of the Soloist in the Garden, playing His harp year after year, waiting for something.

Lor had imagined again and again the scene of himself arriving here. Would he obey the other party's will, or disobey and launch a rebellious challenge?

Who will accompany him and witness the end of this journey with him?

But he never thought that he would be alone in the end.

No matter how magnificent the journey is, it seems to have lost its meaning.

How should I deal with all this?

"Lor, if you have made up your mind, just be brave and do it."

"Lor, take care of yourself..."

"Go ahead and follow your heart's choice..."

The familiar words were still echoing in his ears. The boy was a little dazed, walking in the quiet garden. The datura flowers and the fairies in the flowers that once frightened him seemed especially quiet as he walked by.

Even the petals dared not sway, filled with full reverence and fear.

But you are no longer here.

Lor slowly walked towards the depths of the garden, to the place surrounded by countless flowers, where he once saw the steps of the incarnation of God.

But at this moment there is nothing.

Only a golden harp remained there, its strings still vibrating, as if someone had plucked it just a second ago.

Lor lowered his eyes, just took a look, and walked forward again. The faint sound of piano rang out behind him again.

It was like seeing him off.

"From the fallen corpse of the Third Lord, two new gods were born—"

"The desire to embrace everything gave birth to the god of love who controls lust; the precision and intellect that calculates and designs everything gave birth to the god of knowledge and wisdom."

"Born out of desire, He is destined to be unable to love anything. The reason He possesses is incomplete. He only has the reason to be loved, but lacks the reason to love others."

"So, He needs a vessel, a human agent, to practice the principle of love for Him..."

“In this way, He can become complete.”

A gentle breeze blew through the garden, bringing with it the whispers of flowers and leaves. These were the fairies that lived in the garden of the heart, and they were speaking for Lor.

The secret of Amor, the god of love.

"Then, child, this is the final test..."

The young man paused and raised his eyes, staring at the figure standing by the lake. "He" had his back to him, and his wings were tattered, half of them even rotted away, turning a decayed gray.

Amor...

This scene was just like the first time he awakened to the divinity of love long years ago. Under the enlightenment of the divinity, he traveled through the many magnificent scenes of the abyss.

Now, when Lor actually set foot here, his heart was inevitably stirred up again.

This inevitable fate, the source of my shallow life, should I hate you, or be grateful to you, or in the end, give up everything.

On one arrow.

A golden longbow appeared in Lor's hand. He raised it and slowly aimed it at the figure in front of him with his back to him.

As if noticing the boy's actions, the winged god turned around.

He seemed to be smiling, but because half of his face was rotten like a demon, the smile looked very strange.

"Child, I have always wanted to see you..."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

Lor said this indifferently, and under the other party's gaze, he pulled the bowstring in his hand bit by bit.

"Now, tell me how to bring Fulei and the teacher back to life."

"Of course, I will tell you. Just as I promised, I can give you all of this."