Chapter 323 Landing and the Goddess
January 25th.
morning.
That's not an illusion.
I thought the goddess was just brought about by feudal thinking, but she really does exist.
Nothing surprising, right?
This place is very strange to begin with, and it was beyond my understanding that I could live here for three years.
【I quite like you. 】
[I pray boringly day after day, but for the first time I heard someone say that it would be better if I were an undead soul and reincarnated as soon as possible. hehe. 】
Um.
When I was a child, I worshiped my ancestors with my mother. Everyone urged me to express my wish, and my mother always asked me to curse my father to die early.
And I just stared blankly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
I thought, if there is really reincarnation, even after death, I have to care about the trivial matters of the living people... I thought, if I die, I will be turned into air, and I will never waste my time to bless anyone. I didn't curse anyone in my heart to die early, I just begged to the tombstone... to be reincarnated early.
[In my opinion, this man doesn’t like you very much, does he? 】
【……】
No matter what the voice in my head said, I was unmoved. Just serious service.
"Hey, have you thought about your wish?"
"..."
I secretly peeked at Mr. Ming's expression to judge whether he was doing well or not. Well, now that he has a slightly comfortable look on his face, he should be doing well.
Wishes...
"I'm sorry."
"?"
Maybe you're confused as to why I'm apologizing?
The thing about feeling sorry is that no matter how you think about it, your true wish will only be related to him.
As I said, after sending my mother to a nursing home with my own hands, I had no expectations of life.
"No matter how you think about it, it will only happen to me in the end."
"Then let's do it this way."
"..."
Mr. Ming’s eyes fell on the hem of my skirt. The slit cheongsam has nothing underneath. Fits as you squat.
After deliberately wetting it a little, the shells can be seen clearly.
【Whatever you want to do at the end】
[But a deal is a deal, voluntarily give up everything and become a servant loyal only to me. Your soul will be forever imprisoned with me. 】
【believer. This is the supreme glory God bestows upon you. 】
[I don’t like men, and neither do male believers. I finally give you the power to do whatever you want for a few days. Cherish it. This is also one of the rewards given to you. 】
When the goddess said that I would be exchanged for Mr. Ming’s power to get out of the ‘prison’ and to take Duoduo away, I didn’t think much about it.
Regardless of whether my heart is really that dirty, I have thought about asking Mr. Ming to stay here forever.
I wouldn't do that.
Just like when I was a child, both textbooks and adults would say that "stealing" is a bad thing. But at that time, Mr. Ming took me to evade fares, and I don’t think it was a bad thing until now. A gentleman does not care about his deeds.
I'm not scared at all.
There is no real sense that the soul is imprisoned or something. Or maybe I've always been imprisoned. I was imprisoned one afternoon when I was still a junior high school student, standing cowardly outside the crowd.
Rather than being imprisoned, it's more like someone suddenly came to me and told me...you have a chance to atone for your sins.
You may not be able to redeem everything, but you can always redeem a little bit.
"By the way, where exactly do you live in Snow Country?"
"..."
This is something I can't tell the truth about.
If I were dead, I would rather be found by a community worker or landlord who didn't know me than by Mr. Ming. You can push it wherever you want, burn it, bury it, or ignore it. As long as Mr. Ming doesn't know about it.
"Just because I didn't plan to throw it away when I got back, so I suddenly became more aggressive?"
"Wait a minute..."
I became more easily happy.
Because I know that I can more or less atone for my sins, I can even be happy without any scruples. No longer need to carry such unbearable despicableness.
"Is it really a vacuum?"
"..."
Um.
Looking at me lifting up my skirt, do you feel a little slutty?
In fact, I am also very shy. I have been debating whether I should wet the hem of my skirt first. I did this on purpose.
But then I think about it again, people are dying... Maybe it doesn't matter if it's a little more wild.
January 26th.
noon.
I still work in the pub.
"Sister Jiang..."
Duoduo seemed to be in a gloomy mood. Even when entertaining guests, he could only force out a smile.
"I, I don't know... I seemed a little scared, and my head was very hot. I fainted when I regained consciousness."
"I obviously told my brother that I will definitely insist on it seriously...and messed up again."
"Brother...will you no longer be interested in me?"
"..."
"..."
"Does this really prevent you from fainting again?"
It's not just physical changes either. The psychology also needs to change.
For example, wrap yourself up in a quilt, turn off the lights and fantasize. If possible, you can use clothes stained with his scent to add a sense of realism.
Imagination is going on.
"...Hmm."
Duoduo's face was already red.
"After the work is over, I will do what Sister Jiang said..."
He turned around to clean the table and added in a low voice, "Thank you, Sister Jiang, for giving Duoduo and brother a chance to be alone."
"..."
I just smiled.
Even if you are not given time to be alone, sooner or later... if you like Mr. Ming sincerely, you will be accepted. As long as the feelings are not fake.
January 27th.
Night.
Naturally, Mr. Ming would be troubled by not being able to find a way out of his 'prison'.
I heard that Mr. Ming took Paimon to find someone to develop a hot air balloon or something, and tried to float it up or land it down to have a look.
"Have you done any research on hot air balloons and the like?"
"..."
I shook my head.
"You can go back, but Duoduo will stay here..."
I didn't answer Mr. Ming's problem. I really don’t know anything about hot air balloons and the like.
But I can stretch out my feet wrapped in black stockings and serve.
Then express your arranged wishes by the way.
I want to use the money I get from working in a pub to buy Mr. Ming some clothes that he has wanted to wear since he was a child.
"Design a suit and wear it? Is it that simple?"
"..."
It's that simple.
But the reason for this goes back a long way. At that time, Mr. Ming was working part-time in a fast food restaurant. Uniforms are suits that don't fit well.
Once he changes, he always looks slovenly and has a gray face, and rarely goes to the construction site. Maybe he managed it reluctantly according to the store manager's request. People like Mr. Ming may not realize it at all... Generally speaking, male employees who are not interested will not stay so close to find topics.
Maybe I was jealous at such a young age. I am afraid that I will always be dark and thin, and that my important people will be taken away by those older sisters who look beautiful after putting on makeup.
‘Why do you suddenly call me a pervert? ’
‘Also, do you know what this word means? ’
‘…’
It was awkward at that time, maybe Mr. Ming has forgotten about it. At that time, I was just jealous because I was impatient to wait for Mr. Ming and ran to him. I saw him talking and laughing with the female employees in the store.
"Where's the second wish?"
The second word.
I moved on my toes, the light was off. Although I can't see anything, I can hear my breathing.
There are actually many wishes in my mind.
But if it is the last wish, the last wish in the few days.
"..."
"What kind of wish is this?"
"When you feel comfortable being served, do you say something that makes you feel comfortable?"
Isn't it possible?
It doesn't matter if you change it.
"Help you change your clothes and give me a compliment by the way?"
"Does this really count?"
"..."
It's a true wish.
I have always been worried about this. When I was a child, I was called a dark and thin monkey. Although my husband praised me for being cute in order to comfort me, I still want to be understood sincerely. A compliment sir.
February 2nd.
The weather is very cold. The wind is neither too strong nor too weak.
Many people in the Agate District gathered in the square. Look at the original hot air balloon in the center.
"The goddess is fake."
"If we want more abundant supplies, we have to rely on ourselves."
"This is the hot air balloon created by Su Mingge. It will represent us in going outside to find land that is more suitable for living and has more supplies."
"..."
Probably because the various theories put forward by Mr. Ming were too advanced, Paimon, who had been joking with Mr. Ming for some time, has now unconsciously changed his name to "brother".
Some elderly people in the Agate District disdain hot air balloons. But the younger generation stared blankly at the hot air balloon. Listening to Mr. Ming's explanation of its function, the light in their eyes became brighter and brighter.
"..."
Duoduo stood next to me, holding my hand harder and harder. He didn't hide the adoration in his eyes at all.
But soon, as someone lit a fire, the hot air balloon floated into the air little by little, turning into worry.
"Sister Jiang? Brother...will everything be okay?"
"No. Mr. Ming is the strongest person here. Have you forgotten? If you like Mr. Ming, you must believe in everything he does. He is not a man who will abandon you."
"..."
Duoduo scratched her cheek shyly and held my hand harder.
"Well! Not only Duoduo, but also my brother is coming back to see Sister Jiang."
"..."
I'd be worried too.
Even though the goddess had said in her mind that nothing would happen to Mr. Ming until the appointed day came. No matter how much you explore, you'll just end up back the way you came.
Will you lie to me?
After all, he is just a believer with some interest... It is normal for him to want to trick me.
【God is not human. 】
【Can’t lie. 】
This is best.
【If he lives well, you will be loyal to me and be willing to become a true believer. Right? I'm fair. Tell the truth. 】
February 3rd.
Mr. Ming returned home in the early morning. Duoduo and I were waiting near the square.
"Out of fuel. Seen nothing."
It’s inevitable to feel a little discouraged if you don’t find anything of value.
"Brother is already very powerful! If you dare to fly up alone... Duoduo wouldn't even dare to think about it."
"..."
Duoduo has become much more mature.
Being able to comfort Mr. Ming without hesitation at this time means that there are fewer and fewer places where I need to be used.
February 4th.
Early morning.
"Duoduo is not necessary."
"If you really can't find a way...stay here."
"This idea is a bit too beastly."
"..."
I didn't bump into him intentionally, I just happened to be carrying a basin out to collect water, and happened to see Mr. Ming chatting with the strange knife.
I want to say something to comfort you.
But I couldn't say it out loud. If I tell you, Mr. Yi Ming’s character might bother me. I also don’t want Mr. Ming to be known as a sinner for answering multiple-choice questions. This is my wishful choice.
So, I just silently carried the basin to the room to pick up the dirty clothes. Duoduo was sleeping deeply on the bed, she still fainted...but it was better than before. At least the identity of the cook girl was finally taken off.
"..."
Put her hand back on the quilt and cover her a little better.
I go to the bathroom again. Say in your heart, enough is enough.
【Are you sure? 】
Um.
[Then, change your clothes and come back to the temple tomorrow. The temple behind the palace. 】
[I hate the clothes you are wearing now. As a believer I am not allowed to wear such undergarments to please men. Remember to change clothes. 】
I can find the saint's costume. There are many in the temple.
I'm still greedy.
After washing the clothes, I didn't want to go back to the room.
"Click."
Buckle the suspender loops of your thigh socks and waistband pants. Go barefoot to the living room.
Mr. Ming has put away the strange weapon.
"Duoduo has fallen asleep?" he asked me.
"Yeah."
"Isn't it cold?"
"...you'll warm me up."
"..."
Mr. Ming cannot be satisfied with Duoduo's level. Duoduo has learned almost all other things, but this... is still not as good as me.
The chest is just a piece of cloth covering the heart, which will be revealed with a slight slip.
I am very happy that after so many years, I have the opportunity to hand over the most important thing to Mr. Ming, and besides that, I can also have the opportunity to atone for my sins... If I die and someone sets up a tombstone, I have the ability to bless someone. I hope to bless Mr. Ming to be happy every day in the future.
"You shouldn't have been waiting, right? Wait for me and Duoduo to finish."
"..."
"Don't wait next time. Just come in. Let's be born now."
I didn't wait.
That's also enjoyable for me. I can listen to the sounds of the happy lives of important people. And in this way, the guilt buried deep inside can be alleviated.
February 5th.
Mr. Ming became obsessed with the research away from here again.
"Ask for leave? Oh...do you have any activities with me?"
I didn't agree with Miss Minnie's teasing.
"Sister Jiang... If there is anything you can do to make me better, please ask me when you come back!"
"Duoduo will not go to see his brother today!"
"..."
No wonder Mr. Ming likes Duoduo.
Um.
So cute.
But I’m not going on a date with Mr. Ming, nor am I going to do anything worth learning from Duoduo.
Just go to the temple to change into the saint's clothes, and then...
"Queen, do you want to go to the palace?"
"..."
I know that Mr. Ming is not interested in the position of emperor at all, but Paimon or others insist on only recognizing him as emperor. And I also became a queen among some people.
If he could have been born in ancient times, he would have been included in the harem by Mr. Ming, who was the emperor. Maybe I will be a queen who tries to take care of the three thousand beauties in her harem without getting into trouble.
However, now this identity is just to facilitate my entry into the palace. No one will stop me. Mr. Ming said this place has no value and he doesn't like living in such a big place. If he doesn't live there, no one will move in. On the contrary, he was praised by others for practicing the policy of "equality for all".
【Go forward. 】
[See that room? Open the floor partitions. 】
[Why do I still feel like wearing a saintly dress is meant to please men? 】
This is a normal saintly dress. It's just that there isn't a size that fits me, no, I should say there isn't a size larger. That's what the body looks like, especially the butt.
[Forget it, sit there. 】
[Let’s start swearing. 】
[Haha, this is different from the previous prayers. After I accept the oath, you can only be my believer. If there is even the slightest thought of betraying me...well, it's like a tight spell in your memory. 】
None of this matters.
What about what you promised me?
【Do you not believe in God that much? 】
[Okay, it doesn’t matter. It’s okay to cash out early. 】
[Congratulations, you saved everyone here by yourself. It was originally going to sink into an unknown place and be crushed...】
"..."
I sat on the futon with the statue of the goddess in front of me.
Gradually, the ground began to tremble. Another earthquake, execution hole?
[No one has discovered for so many years. The reason why this land has been able to float for so long is because of my presence. 】
[I hope there will be holes wherever they appear. 】
[Do you know why I hate men and the Doma Autonomous Region? 】
【……】
[Haha, even though it is a randomly shaped clay statue. But some people dare to be naked in front of my statue and do anything casual. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are all dead. 】
【I've had enough of this place. It's not bad, and you can end up with a devout servant. 】
The ground shook more and more violently.
[Go out and see if you want a way out. Already have it. 】
I stood up and looked outside the door. When you first enter the temple here, you can only see nothingness, and there is nothing outside. But it's different now.
There are fuzzy, sesame-sized dots on the ground... getting closer and closer. That's the building. Seaside port.
[Swear. 】
Where is that?
It’s not like Snow Country.
[He can go back to where he wants to be. Go back to a place in your memory. 】
[If you delay any longer, I will take back your reward. 】
[Doubting God’s promises is not a good habit. 】
The voice in my head was angry. But I'm not scared at all. If the goddess can gain some value from me. I need to swear... I won't change my mind so easily.
"I can swear, but after swearing, please let me go back... If you hear it with your own ears, Mr. Ming, I can indeed go back."
[It doesn’t matter, after all, you can’t leave the prison after taking the oath. Do whatever you want until he leaves the prison. 】
[I also said that it’s okay if I want him to stay here forever. 】
That's not necessary.
I just don’t believe in God, and I would rather believe what Mr. Ming said personally.
February 5th.
afternoon.
There was a buzz of people everywhere. Everyone is marveling at the new things they see under the land.
"I'm too familiar with this place. It's not Snow Country."
"..."
Mr. Ming was also very happy, but seemed a little embarrassed.
"Well, I have a wife who lives here. As I said before... I have more than one wife."
I won't be jealous. I don't think so.
I just want to know what kind of person he is and how he would treat Mr. Ming. Treat him well or not.
"Tia... I was just a master and apprentice in the beginning."
"..."
"She is a dark elf with pointed ears."
"..."
Duoduo and I both listened very carefully. I can easily discern the affection in Mr. Ming's words.
"Brother, it's true that it's because Duoduo is too young that I've never been with Duoduo!"
"..."
As for Duoduo, apart from being concerned about the story of Mr. Yi Ming and another woman, she was also naturally concerned that the baby canteen was too small.
I know.
Because of this, she often stayed up very late at night... and kept trying to change as Miss Menie joked that if she squeezed it more, it would grow again. That's false, but it may change a little after pregnancy.
"It's strange. Suddenly I can see the ground. I've been down there before. Isn't the ground falling suddenly?"
"We have to make some parachutes quickly."
"..."
Perhaps within two days, the prison will blend into the new place below. Mr. Ming no longer worries about hot air balloons and other things, and starts to have new things to do. Something less troubling. Something to look forward to in the future.
So, my wishes don’t matter anymore.
"By the way, aren't you going to give me a suit?"
"Where are the clothes?"
"The one I want to change for you has been chosen."
"..."
I didn't go to a tailor shop at all.
But Mr. Ming took out the bunny girl uniform and fishing net. That may be, it is not simply prepared for the wish that Mr. Ming said must be done, but just to satisfy me.
"Mr. Ming still has a lot to do, right?"
"Let's make those first, and then the clothes I plan to give to Mr. Ming will be ready...by then..."
"..."
I'm not greedy anymore.
It's enough to confirm again at the end that Mr. Ming doesn't hate me that much.
How can I refuse to trade myself for Mr. Ming and Duoduo to return to Snow Country?
February 6th.
noon.
I returned to the temple behind the palace. Sit on the futon.
Instead of waiting for the 'prison' to land, Mr. Ming chose to work overtime and use a hot air balloon to get down early. The people there must know Mr. Ming...otherwise it would be impossible to go down and bring back a lot of equipment that is impossible to have here. Electronic products, more advanced flying devices. Small manned aircraft.
"I would like to become the goddess Terena and serve as a pious servant in the world..."
And I also swore this pious oath again.
"Giving up everything I know..."
"..."
I don't have any regrets.
"Dear Believer."
The voice that was supposed to appear in my head now materialized in front of me. Wearing a pure white robe that seems to sparkle with fluorescence... and is as gorgeous as the statue.
"I did promise to let him go back and let everyone here live. But it seems that the man you like can't let you go."
"..."
There were bells tied to her ankles that would ring just by crossing her legs while sitting on the altar next to the statue.
He held his face with one hand and looked behind me lazily... there was nothing.
No.
"Click."
The sound of someone running was getting closer and closer.
"Actually, I really want to keep him. But this is the first time someone stood in front of my statue and commented on my figure and finally concluded that my butt is too small. I'm quite angry."
"However, divination tells me that I can't keep him. He has a lot of... smells that I hate. They are all old guys."
"..."
The footsteps stopped behind me, and a hand grabbed my arm.
"I've been wondering how I could suddenly see land."
"No matter how low the difficulty level, there should be a limit. Did you do it?"
"..."
Mr. Ming had already taken out the strange weapon and pointed it at the goddess sitting on the altar.
"Why do I look like I'm a bad person?"
"This is all the selfless love given to you by my dear believers. If you don't believe me, just ask."
"..."
The goddess stood up and looked down at Mr. Ming.
"But if you really want to take her away, feel free to take her away. As long as you can take her away."
"If you really can't bear it, you can stay and become my believer like her. Although you stink, there is always a way to wash away the stink on you."
"...Poof."
The goddess' body and head are separated. Mr. Ming stabbed the corpse many more times and looked at me again.
"I don't know what you did. I'll save it until I go to the Republic of Sutia."
"It doesn't matter if you want to use yourself as a prop. But I have never been a prop. I don't need a prop."
"I'm not asking you to choose between being a prop or a person. This is unilaterally asking you to listen."
"..."
Is the goddess dead?
I don't think so. Even if her newly materialized body was messed up by last-minute blows. But she was not afraid at all, and she had the same smiling expression before she died.
February 6th.
Night.
The result was just as I thought.
Anyone can go down there on a prop or a hot air balloon, but I can't... Once I sit on it, I get a splitting headache and blood oozes from my eyes. It seemed like he would die at any moment. As soon as I returned to the 'prison', nothing happened.
February 6th.
late at night.
Su Ming sat on a chair, with Jiang Mengying in front of her with her head lowered.
"So, it was because you made a deal with her that you suddenly saw land."
"The price is that you can't leave here."
"..."
At this point, it’s meaningless why I didn’t talk about the goddess. If it weren't for the strange description of the entry and the fact that she brought the bunny girl costume and said she would do it next time for the first time, Su Ming wouldn't have noticed it at all.
"She will not die so easily."
"I'll go find her. You stay here."
"..."
A goddess who can create a 'prison' is definitely not an enemy that can be dealt with in the mind. But he didn't even try to solve it. He let his woman disappear first and went to be free and unrestrained. What was that?
"This is not a negotiation."
"..."
The people on this land are supported by Tia and her people below. Paimon can also help direct. All he has to do is kill the goddess again.
The statue should just be a statue, and don't pretend to be a corpse at a time like this. If it had to be effective, then we would have to turn her into a statue again.
February 7th.
Early morning.
The worship hall was empty. Only the statue of the goddess is there.
"Dingle bell."
Su Ming heard the sound of a bell behind him and turned around. A woman who looked exactly like the statue was standing behind him. It was still the same gorgeous robe that I had seen during the day.
"I said, you can take her with you as long as you want."
"God is fair and will never force anyone to do anything."
"That knife... is very special. However, even a goddess will be angry if she is said to have a small butt for no reason and is hacked."
(End of chapter)