Let me live [Quick Transmigration]

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This place is... weird.Why did she come here?

There is a white carpet under her feet.Softer than marshmallows with a savory sweetness.Beside her is a white unicorn sculpture.The mythical creature displays a graceful and proud posture.Over her head was a white light.Shining icily like a hospital light.

The man sitting on the white sofa was wearing a white suit, with one hand on the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, and his posture was lazy.There was a subtle smile on his lips, and she was familiar with that smile--the children like her in the ghetto, who were grabbing frogs and tearing their legs off, or crushing moths that were breaking out of their cocoons. Sometimes, a similar smile will appear.

It was a smile that found a novel toy and was thinking about how to have fun.

She was scared.She tried to back away, but her mother's hand gripped her little hand so hard it hurt her.She didn't dare to make a sound, and leaned against her mother's legs, hoping that her mother's skirt could block her.It was a bright red velvet gown with gold thread at the hem, warm in a room where everything was white.It's just that she was too close, and she could smell the camphor and bad perfume from this seemingly gorgeous dress, and she could see an indelible stain on the edge of the skirt.

Mom was shaking too.She seemed to be very afraid of that man, but desperately longed to be with him.The man watched her with interest, the smile on his lips widening.

"This is my daughter?" he said. "It's pretty cute."

Mom answered him.She should have answered, because the man seemed to be very happy to hear it.But she didn't seem to hear the content of that answer, only knowing that the woman's voice was sweet and flattering.Probably because she really wanted to forget, so this part of the memory was erased from her mind——At this moment, she remembered: This incident has actually passed for a long time.

She is dreaming.Trapped in a nightmare of old memories.

But, can't wake up.

When you wake up, something even more terrifying will happen...

The dream continued.The man put down his raised legs, stood up from the sofa, walked towards them, walked to a very close place, squatted down in front of her, and looked at her.She smelled a man with a sweet smell, like sweet candy-much better than the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on other men who came to find her mother, but it made her feel more frightened for no reason.

He stared at her for a moment, then smiled. "Eyes like mine." He commented, and then thought for a while, "Oh, do I have to give a gift? I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to find me before, and I didn't prepare in advance."

What did my mother say again, in a panicked and anxious tone.She heard an undisguised fear in it.The man smiled and shook his head. "How can I do that." He said softly, and put a hand into the inside of the suit, "After all, she is my precious daughter... I don't have any good things around me, so I will give you this."

His hands were drawn from under his clothes.

He has a gun in his hand.

The body of the gun was silver, with a slender barrel, and it looked more like a beautiful work of art than a terrifying murder weapon.His fingers were pale and slender, very elegant and beautiful, the gun twirled in his hand, and gently handed it to her.

"Here," he said with a smile, "do you like it?"

She didn't reach out to take it, and she couldn't help shrinking back in horror.This time it was her who was holding on to her mother's hand tightly, desperately leaning towards her, trying to get shelter.But mother forcefully opened her fingers, pushed her hand towards the man, thanked her softly, and coaxed her to take it.Her hand touched the cold gun body, as if she had been stung by a poisonous scorpion, and the strength that came out of nowhere made her break away from her mother's hand, and finally took a step back as she wished.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.The woman's hand paused in mid-air.She stood on the carpet that was so soft that people could sink into it, trembling unceasingly, wanting to ask her mother to take her back—to leave here, to leave what "good life" was, but her throat seemed to be hoarse, and she couldn't say anything.The man still looked at her with a smile, not seeming angry at all.

"Don't want it?" He said regretfully, "This is really fun. Come on, let me show you." He folded his palms, held the body of the gun, and squeezed the trigger with his beautiful fingers.She froze before the gun was pointed straight at her, and her mother grabbed her by the shoulders.The woman's voice suddenly became clear, and she clearly heard her mother's begging: "She is still a child..."

The man said "oh". "You're not anymore," he said.

Following this sentence, which was so short that it was difficult to understand its meaning for a while, the muzzle of the gun was lightly deflected at an angle.

--boom

The pressure on her shoulders suddenly increased and then disappeared.The carpet is really soft, and a heavy object as big as a person can fall down without making a sound.Her mind went blank after this moment, and her body seemed to lose consciousness.The man stuffed the gun with one bullet into her hand, but she couldn't hold it with her stiff fingers, and then the gun slipped to the carpet. The man was not angry, and gently touched her face.

The bright red color seeps through the pile of the carpet.For some reason, the scene of her mother's red dress melting and flowing like wax emerged in her mind.

"Don't be sad. Mom is going to the paradise after death." The man said softly, "She will be very happy. From today on, you will live with me."

——For some reason, her whole body was stiff, only one hand was trembling uncontrollably.The fingers that were forcibly opened and pushed away by the mother maintained a slightly open posture, and it seemed that there was still a woman's body temperature on them.Compared with death, compared with blood, it seems that being let go of the hand is the deepest horror.

Abandoned alone in front of monsters...

The surrounding scene spins.The dream became chaotic, and broken memories flashed frame by frame in the darkness.gun.bullet.White powder.sugar.skirt.Cute dog.She's allowed to have friends, she's allowed to have pets, she's allowed to have whatever she likes.These things would then be taken away by the tenderly smiling "Father" and turned into broken wrecks in front of her.

Abandoned alone in the darkness filled with bloody smell...

This is the game "Father" likes.Because she never looked away.Her eyes are always wide open, watching the process of destruction intently.Chopped, torn apart, repeatedly crushed, and burned to ashes.She watched the demise of these once owned things, remembering each time.

In the last round of the game, she was the one who fell in love.The object of her love is the heir carefully cultivated by "father", his only son, her half-brother.

——You promised me that no matter what I like, I can have it.

—You proved to me that whatever I possess is taken away and destroyed by the will.

How does your game go, most gentle "father"?

Go on, give him to me and destroy him, and you will lose your son and heir; giving up halfway will also prove your failure.Regardless of your choice, you will get a bitter taste.Can this make you regret what you did to me, or even just feel annoyed?

...she had a gun in her hand, and evidence in her memory that would send many to death.But in the end, she would only use such a cowardly way of revenge.

Even if it is revenge against "father", it still depends on "father" to complete it.

The game of "Father" does not end for any reason.

She got the desired result as she wished.

What made all this meaningless was the happy smile that "father" showed her, full of surprises.

——There has been an unexpected development.It just got a lot more fun my lovely daughter...

It was a total, total monster.The monster's eyes watched her tenderly, anticipating more of her performance.

...she doesn't remember how she escaped.Memory is like a sheet of metal that is overwhelmed after being bent repeatedly, completely disconnected at the joint.The previous frame was bloodstains slowly spreading on the carpet, and the next frame became the dim sunset light in the amusement park.She couldn't even tell whose blood it was, whether it was her brother's, her mother's, or her own... The ten years in between seemed to have never existed, and the one who came here was the one who was let go and lost The little girl who did everything.

Paradise after death.

She learned the rules here, and she met the kid who wanted a playmate.This is indeed her dream paradise.When she wakes up as an undead on a daily cycle, the child shares her body; when she dies one day, the child will devour her and complete the fusion.

Impossible to be taken away again.

No more witnessing destruction.

Never be lonely again.

Never leave each other--

She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips fell into the colorful liquid.The liquid was warm to the touch, like fresh blood.She looked at the only remaining eye that was gradually being swallowed up, and she saw the greed for her in it with joy.

She is needed.

A small hand took hers and pulled her into the darkness.The surrounding liquid formed a vortex, trying to swallow them together.The two hands are always tightly held together.It will be over in the next moment, she thought happily.Finally, finally...

She felt her hand being pinched.

The darkness is receding violently.Rushing past her, the sense of touch suddenly became more void than air, no longer dragging her forward and sinking.The pulling force from her hand was getting stronger and stronger, trying to separate them.

--don't want

- don't leave me

Those thin, cold fingers caressed her hand, with a hint of reluctance.Then, finally,

Gently let go.

At this moment, the darkness receded like a tide, leaving nothing behind, nor took her away.She was stranded alone.

She closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to open them, as if she could stay in the dark forever, pretending that it was not over.But she still felt more and more clearly the solid touch of the ground under her body, and felt that the touch of her hands being clenched was gradually disappearing.She heard someone calling her name, shaking her body like trying to save someone who committed suicide by drowning but was rejected by the ocean and washed back to the shore in disgrace, forcing her to wake up and face reality.

she cried.