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

The golden arrow pierced through the thick book; two different divine powers collided and tore at each other.

Unlike the flickering light in the tomb before, the arrow now burst out with dazzling light, instantly dispelling the hazy darkness around it.

The girl finally came back to her senses as if she had been dazed. She identified the mottled stone walls of the tomb around her and knew that she was in the deepest part of the underground tomb.

The girl finally calmed down from the complex emotions of fear, embarrassment and joy. She stared at the gorgeous boy standing in the light.

Finally confirmed that this is the real Lor.

Lingna stood and stared at him, her body seeming to tremble with excitement and fear. She opened her lips to say something, but suddenly her eyes turned red.

She sobbed, softly, then slowly louder until she broke down completely. She bent her knees, fell to the ground, and burst into tears.

Lor lowered his eyes and looked down at the girl. He had his back to the glowing arrow stuck in the book, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

He spoke softly.

“Lina…”

"No, don't call me that, I'm not Lingna, I'm not Aminimo, I'm fake, the gods are fake too, everything is fake!"

The girl screamed at the top of her lungs, saying that her life up to this point had been a lie, and once the lie was exposed, she would not be relieved but devastated.

Because this lie is everything in her life, and apart from that, she has nothing.

Nothing.

Lor gently placed his hand on the girl's head. The soft touch made the girl's body tremble slightly. He did not say anything, but hummed a song softly.

The girl had heard his sweet voice many times before, but this was the first time she heard him singing. It was so soft, like gentle rain soaking into the girl's heart.

Let her calm down gradually.

When the girl was completely calm, Lor reached out his hand and pulled her up, and slowly led her to sit on the coffin lid beside him as if she were a child.

The girl's eyes were red and her face was full of tears. She looked at Lor with tearful eyes, while Lor held her hands and stared at her.

Her eyes were as gentle as water waves, but she was peaceful inside.

"Lingna, look at me and tell me why you are crying?"

"I, it doesn't matter if I tell you. You already know it anyway, right, wizard? You already know it."

The girl then told her story, and this time she no longer called Lor's name, nor called him a thief, but called him a wizard.

"I'm not a king at all. I'm just an ordinary person. Everyone is lying to me, including Yu Lan and An Kouyi. They are all lying to me and laughing at my joke!"

"I'm not Aminimmo at all, but I'm not Lingna either, because Lingna is dead! Lingna died on that night more than ten years ago."

"I am nothing. I am truly a nameless person. Wizard, I, I have nothing. The throne, power, freedom, nothing at all, not even faith!"

"Even the God, the God I swore to serve, is fake. I count on Him to help me, wizard. Do you know how much I wished that the God I served existed when Yu Lan and the others rushed in and took you away?"

"They destroyed the sanctity of this place without my permission, but I can do nothing about it. They even came to the deepest part of the King's Tomb to capture you. Where is the God? Where is the God?!"

"I cursed Yu Lan, but she was fine. Even in the darkness of these countless lives, she was fine! She told me that I was a fake, that I was never a king, nor was I someone who served the gods."

"God doesn't exist at all. I am fake, and so is He! All of them are fake!"

Lor stood there and listened patiently, his slender and soft hands still held by the girl's hands, and his clear eyes were filled with compassion and peace.

He looked at the girl, watched her tears overflowing once again as she spoke, listened to her cursing this scam of many lifetimes, and even cursing Ouroboros, the god of reincarnation and fate.

In this mausoleum dedicated to the god of reincarnation and fate, in this deepest sacred place, the girl cursed without restraint, how heartbroken and sad she was.

"...I thought He would protect me. I was so pious, day after day, year after year. I thought He would, but, but He doesn't exist! God doesn't exist!"

"Lingna, are you crying for Him? Are you crying because Ouroboros is fake, because the god you believe in is fake?"

Lor said, his voice soft.

"But he is real, and gods are real too. I've told you their stories, haven't I?"

"You might be lying to me, too."

The girl said sullenly, sniffling again.

So Lor held the girl's hand and gently pulled her up from the stone coffin lid, leading her out of the tomb of the Nameless King and facing the dark and deep passage.

"Lingna, do you see the darkness in this tomb? They are the power left by the gods, the most loyal guards of the Book of Nimo. Are you familiar with them?"

The girl stared at the dark passage in front of her. There was no doubt that she had explored it day and night before. This maze-like passage with thousands of twists and turns was as familiar as her home.

"familiar."

"Wizards call them divine powers. They are the divinity of Echidna, the mother of basilisks. They have suppressed my power since I stepped into this tomb."

"I was once extremely weak because of this. You have seen it. My weakness is real. It is real. You know this better than me, don't you?"

Lor let go of the girl's hand, took a step forward, turned around and looked at her face to face.

The girl stared at Lor in a daze. Behind the boy was endless darkness, and his body was emitting a faint glow as he stood in front of her.

It seemed to have pushed away the darkness behind me.

"Are they fake? Lingna, you are so familiar with them. You know it best in your heart. They have accumulated here for many years. Of course they are real. They are darkness itself."

"They do not surge because of human will, but only obey the gods and the ancient book. They are the weavers of lies, and therefore hate the truth."

"But Lingna, we are real."

Lor held the girl's hand, pulled it to his flat chest, and pressed it down through his clothes.

The girl's still dim pupils suddenly widened. She paused for a moment, then immediately withdrew her hand, and her face blushed again.

Just at that moment, she felt it.

A hot and real heartbeat.

"Lina, do you understand? The Mother of Basilisks is the god of the snake people. She hates reality and she also hates humans."

"We are the reality that He hates, and He goes to great lengths to take away your name and meaning because they hate you and want to devour you."

The girl listened attentively, her eyes still fixed on her outstretched hand, which seemed to be shrouded in a faint fragrance, and she murmured.

"What about the God of Reincarnation and Fate? Is He real?"

"I do not know."

Lor said honestly.

"Lingna, He is too noble and too far away from us. I have felt His power before, but it could also be something else. I dare not guarantee it, and I have no way to understand Him."

"But Lingna, does it really matter whether He exists or not? Think about it carefully, what significance does He have in your life so far?"

"A spiritual pillar or an idol on an altar?"

The girl's eyes were blank and she opened her mouth.

"neither."

"Lingna, He and Them simply exist, forever and unchanging, with power spread throughout the entire world, and cannot be changed by human power."

“They make up this world. It is true that this world is full of cruelty, darkness and horror, but at the same time, it also has beauty, glory and love.”

"We are just insignificant people. We should live only for ourselves, not for God. That is too tiring, and He does not need our service."

"Like the high priestess, I think she has been driven crazy by her belief in the gods. She knows it is false, but she still enjoys it."

"She taught you to become a puppet, a slave to the gods. The gods do exist, but they are not your masters, and never have been. You have broken free from the shackles, and you are free."

Lor's voice seemed to penetrate the flesh and blood and reach the heart.

"Lingna, you are free."

The girl stopped talking, and Lor stopped talking too. The darkness remained the same, and the silence remained the same.

But this is different.

In the darkness and silence, there is the breathing and heartbeat of the two of them, a fresh pulse. They are real and exist.

Finally, the girl spoke, her voice was flat and hoarse, although she was calm, she was still emotionally lost.

"But if I am not Aminimmo, who am I? Just like the vision at that time said, I am just an ordinary person. How can I know you?"

"Lingna, you are definitely not ordinary. Long before the day you were chosen... do you know how you were chosen?"

Lore asked.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she said, as if reciting, the words that Ankoyi had once told her.

"After the death of Aminimo in my previous life, the funeral and purification ceremony were completed within a month, and the chief priest predicted the direction of my reincarnation."

"Thirteen tomb-guarding knights accompanied the high priest across the land of confusion, searching for the baby girl who was born on the night of my death... It wasn't until I was five years old that my identity was confirmed."

"When I turn seven, I will enter the mausoleum to receive instruction. One year later, I will succeed to the throne... That's what they told me."

Lingna paused and added.

"That's what I believe."

"Do you still believe it now?"

Lor asked softly.

The girl stopped talking, her eyes looking so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

"But no one can experience thousands of reincarnations. You are not the reincarnation of Aminimmo or anyone else. You are just yourself...

No one can live comfortably in this overflowing darkness of the tomb for more than ten years."

"Lingna, you may not know that if a mortal is exposed to divine power for a long time, there will only be two results."

"Either they die because they cannot bear the infection of divinity, or they awaken the corresponding divinity, which is the divinity of puppets."

"But that still cannot resist the Book of Nimo, because Echidna is the god of this."

Lor exclaimed.

"Perhaps in these thousands of years, you are the only king who is not affected."

"No wonder there was a problem with the inheritance of the Serpent Kingdom's throne. Their biggest problem was that they chose you."

"I?"

Lingna murmured.

"Yes, you are special. You have a colorless divinity hidden deep inside you. You have the qualifications to be a king, but you can also be anyone, even Aminimo."

Lor paused, his golden eyes filled with complex emotions.

"But I still hope that you can be yourself."