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

Creepy chewing sounds continued to be heard in the closed confessional.

Lor leaned against the closed door, her long eyelashes drooping, an inexplicable light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

He watched Miss Yasha hunting wantonly in the confessional. The sunlight from the skylight provided limited illumination. The body of Sister Melissa was still lying on the wooden table, her face still as hideous as ever.

But at this moment, the moths whose corpses were covered with white scaly wings were facing a catastrophe.

In the darkness, twisted black tentacles danced everywhere in the room, wantonly catching the white scaly moths flapping their wings in the air, wrapping them up with the tentacles and dragging them into the shadows.

"To be honest, this scene is a bit disgusting. I need to re-evaluate the image of you in my mind."

“What was the image before?”

"Well...if I must say it's probably some kind of black hound."

"now what?"

"Maybe a little more spider-like."

"If you wish, I can also become the image of your dream lover."

Miss Yasha sneered while eating. According to the legend, Yasha can transform into a beautiful woman to seduce young boys. Although Miss Yasha has never appeared in human form, it does not mean that she cannot do it.

“There is no such image at the moment.”

Lor frowned slightly, thinking about the information about gods and demons. It must be said that after Miss Yasha woke up, Lor felt much more secure.

At least the believers of the Moth Mother in the monastery should not be her match. Lor is now even in the mood to chat with Miss Yasha.

"Yaksha can freely change her appearance and become the most beautiful in the eyes of mortals. Is that why you are honored as the goddess of beauty Venus by believers?"

Lor watched as Miss Yasha's tentacles, constructed with shadows, changed freely into various shapes in the darkness, and not even a single moth could escape her capture.

"I am the only one who can do this. Other Yakshas need the skin of a mortal to transform into a human form."

There was a hint of pride in Miss Yasha's voice.

This is also the ultimate evil god version of Miss Yasha.

"What about before becoming a Yaksha?" Lor suddenly asked.

The last fleeing moth was swallowed by the shadow, and the dim confessional suddenly fell silent. The sudden silence made Lor's breathing clearly visible, and the black tentacles had all returned to the shadow at some point.

"Were you once a mortal?"

Lor asked softly, his breath as fragrant as orchids.

But Miss Yasha said nothing.

"Before you became a demon, you were once a mortal." Lor said affirmatively.

"...What do you want to say?"

It was as if her previous kindness and easy-going nature were all fake. Miss Yasha's voice at this moment was like a machine stripped of all emotions, dry and dead, without any joy or anger in it.

"It's not just you. The Moth Mother was once a mortal, and there may be other examples, but this shows that mortals can also become gods."

There was a gleam in Lor's bright eyes, and excitement appeared on his pretty little face.

Maybe there are more examples. There must be some way to make ordinary people extraordinary.

Isn't that the case with the Goddess Church? They crave for the blessing of Mother Earth, while the cultists gain grace by sacrificing to demons.

"There must be some way to allow mortals to ascend..."

Countless pitch-black tentacles suddenly emerged from the corners of the shadows around Lor and shot towards him. In an instant, the tentacles entangled with each other and expanded in all directions, like a giant beast opening its huge mouth and swallowing Lor from top to bottom.

Lor felt that everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark, and his vision was shrouded in complete darkness.

"What are you going to do..." Before Lor could exclaim, he was in darkness.

A pair of blood-red vertical eyes opened, with uncontrollable rage and murderous intent in the beastly eyes, and heavy breathing fell on Lor's face, close at hand.

A suppressed growl emanated from the beast's throat.

As the blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness, cold flames ignited in all directions. They were close at hand, but without any temperature. They were as cold as flaming rocks. Lor was in the middle of them, but did not feel the slightest burning sensation.

The cold firelight illuminated the angry face in front of him. What a terrifying face it was. The originally beautiful face was covered with countless dark cracks, as if it was made up of countless fragments.

The cracks were constantly dripping with black, sticky mud, which dripped onto the ground and was burned by the flames. It took shape in the flames, twisting, spreading, and tangling together to form a monster's body, like a hound's, but with amorphous, twisting tentacles all over its body.

At the end of the tentacle is a ferocious mouth full of sharp teeth, which keeps roaring as the tentacles twist.

"Look at me, Lor."

Lor stared blankly at the horrific beast in front of him. This was undoubtedly a beast that only appeared in nightmares. It was so close that it seemed to want to devour him. Its anger was so clear, just like the raging flames around it.

But why, so sad.

Just like this flame without temperature, only coldness remains.

"Looking at me like this, do you still want to be promoted and become a god?"

Miss Yasha's voice was filled with uncontrollable murderous intent. Even the night when Lor lost his virginity to Ilandani, he did not feel such a tremendous rage.

“The truly great ones have no form or appearance, no blood or tears. The world is just the reflection left behind by their passing.”

"Whether gods or demons, they are just grains of sand flowing through their fingers, hopeless people who think they can hold up the moon in the water."

"People can only be human. Those who dream of receiving grace will fall into hell forever."

The blood-red beast's eyes slowly closed, the darkness around it faded away, and it returned to the ordinary confessional room.

Lor slumped on the ground weakly, his back against the wooden door of the confessional, staring blankly ahead.

Crazy laughter rang out in the darkness, echoing continuously, as if mocking the mortals' arrogance, but at the end of this laughter, only endless emptiness and sadness remained.