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

The world of shadows is almost shattered and covered with huge cracks, and the light from the real world shines in through the broken cracks.

Lor looked at Miss Yasha who was hugging him in front of him and felt that he was in a strange state.

His head seemed to be split into two, one half was the trust and fascination for the woman in front of him, and the other half was cold rationality, sorting out the scenes of the past period of time one by one.

There was no doubt that I was hypnotized.

Lor felt a sense of sudden realization as if he had just woken up from a dream and a sense of panic as if he had survived a disaster.

Just a little bit more and he would step into the abyss and become the devil's plaything.

Thanks to Sister Frey...

Where's Sister Frey? !

Lor suddenly broke free from Miss Yasha's arms, and Miss Yasha was in the same state of confusion at this time.

The conflict of divinity left this body full of cracks and almost torn apart, but that didn't matter.

The important thing is that she seems to have lost the contract.

The arrow of the god of love dimmed the moment it pierced Lor's body. Perhaps it was because the divinity attached to it was exhausted, or perhaps it was because the divinity of love that had already sprouted in Lor's body responded to it.

The arrow failed to contaminate the boy as she wished.

She fell in love with Lor first.

The contract between man and god was reached, and she would serve as the patron saint of Islam and be commanded by the young man.

The interesting thing about this contract is that as an evil god, he can actually use his own divinity to resist the contract rooted in the soul.

As long as she is determined to completely abandon this incarnation, she can tear the mortal soul and the contract together.

But the surging love made it impossible for her to make this decision.

He even felt that as long as he could stay by the other side, it would not be unacceptable even if he gave up his dignity as an evil god and allowed himself to be driven around by the evil god.

Unfortunately, Lor didn't look at her again, but looked around until he saw a small black moth lying alone on the ground in the distance.

"...Sister Frey."

Lor was eager to get over there and subconsciously activated the Moth-Wing Cloak. The Moth-Wing Cloak, which was originally a little difficult to control, was now as easy to control as his own arms.

Like a breeze blowing by, Lor's figure appeared in front of the moth, bent down and gently held it in the palm of his hand.

Although the moth in his hand was only different from other moths in that its wings and scales were dyed black, Lor felt a certain blood connection between them.

This should be Sister Frey. We have to take her away from here first... huh?

I glided for a distance with my moth-wing cloak, and I felt as if there was something on my body...

Fuck, when did I get shot in the back?!

Lor turned his head and looked back, only to find that there was a rusty gray arrow stuck in his back, but strangely he did not feel any pain.

He tentatively reached out and gently touched the arrow.

With a light touch of his fingers, the gray and heavy arrow body began to slowly dissolve, and the arrow tip that had already sunk into the body had long disappeared.

Soon the whole arrow turned into a dim light and flowed into Lor's body through the wound.

"what happened……"

Before Lor could react, a huge force that was powerful enough to tear his soul apart captured his mind.

Drag it downwards hard.

The body seemed to remain in the same place, but the soul had left the body and began to sink endlessly.

It was like taking an elevator built in the deep sea. The light around me was flying upwards, while I was falling towards the endless darkness below.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Lor screamed violently in the endless feeling of falling, but no sound was heard.

In the endless darkness, the sound was swallowed up as soon as it was heard.

After an unknown amount of time, the sinking speed began to slow down, and some bizarre scenes gradually emerged in the darkness.

[Gray Plains]

The first thing that appeared in front of me was a barren plain. There was no one on the plain, but it was full of gray-white flowers.

The desolate wind blew the petals into the sky, dancing in the dark moonlight.

In the sky, a huge moon overlooks the earth.

Then, it blinked.

Lor's thoughts were shattered under this gaze, and his soul drifted into the depths of gray.

【Holy Mountain of Utklasir】

A solitary peak stood at the end of the gray plain.

At the top of the mountain, a giant tree that looks like a blooming flower is hidden among the clouds. The view zooms in and clears away the lingering clouds.

The giant tree reveals its majestic figure, like a crown crowning the mountain, but beneath the trunk, hideous and eerie blood-red thorns are glaring at it.

The blood-red thorns clung to the tree trunk like snakes, constantly climbing upwards, absorbing nutrients from the giant tree, day after day, year after year, until one day, the giant tree withered and collapsed.

Falling to the bottom of the holy mountain, opening the door to the abyss.

[Insect Nest]

The black mountains stretch endlessly, and the huge pale sun emits a cold light. Even if you look directly at it, your eyes will not feel dazzling.

But the next moment, the sun opened its wings, and countless white moths wriggling on its surface spread in all directions like rays of light.

[Purgatory]

A dark and dry land with countless black lava flowing on it.

A pitch-black, terrifying creature stood on the ground. Its huge, shapeless body was twisting and cracking all the time, and black, sticky mud was constantly flowing out of it.

The mud dripped onto the ground, turning into pitch-black lava that burned the earth and flowed in all directions.

The dark, shapeless monster raised its head faintly, and its blood-red eyes cast a terrifying glance.

In the endless fall, Lor screamed, was terrified, silent, and finally fell into quiet despair.

He could not tell whether these bizarre scenes were happening in the present or in the distant past.

There is also no way of knowing whether those lives, whether sacred or evil, have noticed that there are lives watching in the darkness outside the screen.

Everything appears and disappears briefly.

until……

There was the sound of water in the darkness.

"Ding dong."

The sound of water drops falling into the lake.

Suddenly, the endless fall finally ended, and Lor's feet stepped on the ground for the first time in a long time, bringing back a sense of peace of mind.

Fireflies rose from the darkness, illuminating the scene.

There is a calm lake in front of me.

Someone was standing by the lake with his back to him.

Seen from the side, it was a very beautiful woman with pure white wings on her back, her left hand hanging down, holding a golden longbow.

In his right hand he held something, raising it to his mouth.

Lor didn't dare to make any sound. Things that appeared in such a strange place were usually not good.

As if she noticed someone watching her from behind, the woman turned back stiffly and slowly.

The other half of the face was rotten, leaving only a golden pupil rotating in the eye socket.

Okay, my heart is finally at peace.

Before Lor could turn around and run away, he saw a faint light bloom in the woman's remaining golden pupil.

Lor felt as if he was hit head-on by a speeding dump truck, breaking free from the gravity of the darkness and floating up from the abyss.

In the last glance before floating up, the woman with wings on her back holding a longbow lowered her head again, her remaining golden pupils staring quietly at what was in her right hand...

Rotten apple.