prynovel Chapter 1737 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [82] "How are you going to get out?"
Chapter 1737 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [82] "How are you going to get out?"
Chapter 1737 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [82] "How are you going to get out?"
Yi Song suddenly spoke up: "Isabelle."
Isabelle lowered her gaze and looked at him. Her feelings for him were less love and more curiosity and interest. The fact that a lower human could touch her heart intrigued her, making her treat him differently.
“Isabelle, let me give you one last therapy session,” Yi Song said.
His crimson eyes looked at me: "You're also trying to persuade me to join the war?"
Yi Song shook his head: "Isa, I'm just a psychologist who wants to provide one last round of counseling for my patient. I remember you once told me that you sometimes dream. In your dreams, you're not the Mother Goddess, you're just... a princess strolling in a garden. No one needs you to reproduce. The reason I came to treat you, to become your doctor, is because I sensed your loneliness, a loneliness stemming from your identity. If one day you can live carefree under the sun, and heal this loneliness, then as your doctor, I will be content."
His implication was that only with the help of the Demon Mother Goddess to end all of this could Su Ming'an achieve a true cure.
Isabelle fell silent.
【…Heh.】Then, a sneer:
[How dare a tiny mayfly presume to understand the divine?]
【Primordial darkness, abyss of desire, mother of all demons… You humans always project your own insignificance onto all things, believing that even gods need redemption. This is the greatest arrogance, and also the greatest tragedy.】His tentacles slowly rose, their tips lifting Yi Song's almost transparent, vanished chin. The gesture seemed intimate, yet utterly devoid of warmth:
[Yi Song, I did indeed look at you differently, because at that time, I was merely a princess of a lowly civilization, while you were a 'clear-headed one,' detached from the world, observing with indifference.]
You once saved me and gave me a key as a keepsake. I gradually fell in love with you... but one day you suddenly left.
So-called love and desire are but a speck of dust in a primitive age. You are now a groveling ant struggling for survival, while I am a god looking down upon eternity. I am merely curious about you, yet you think you can persuade me?
Now that the seal has been broken, you can no longer harm me. If you, a mere ant, dare to utter another word, I will kill you.
"Ha...haha...hahahaha!!!"
Yi Song suddenly laughed.
“My patient… my patient…” He shook his head with a smile, each word clear, as he looked up at the indescribable Mother Goddess, “My regret is not that I will never be loved by you again in this life!”
He raised his hand, his arm now as transparent as glass, and gently stroked his tendrils, as if embracing them.
"My regret is that, as your doctor, I was unable to cure you in such a short time!"
"Your illness has penetrated to the bone marrow!"
Isabelle's tentacles suddenly tightened, aiming to kill Yi Song. Suddenly, Su Ming'an flung out an object that shimmered with light—
"What is that...!" Isabelle had always been wary of Su Ming'an. In her eyes, Yi Song was nothing more than an ant that could be easily crushed, while Su Ming'an was the most terrifying enemy. Seeing what Su Ming'an had thrown out, she immediately pulled out a tentacle and slammed it down!
"Snapped!"
When the tentacles touched the glowing object, they were as if they had been electrocuted, sticking together tightly and unable to be pulled away!
In an instant, Isabelle let out a shrill scream as if her soul had been electrocuted, and the black tentacles, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, lashed wildly, causing the heavens and earth to scatter and the water to dance wildly!
A violent tremor resounded, and gusts of wind shot outwards. Violet quickly protected Chen Yuhang tightly, and a pair of radiant wings sprouted from her back. In the fierce wind, flesh and blood flew and feathers were torn apart.
Pure white tentacles immediately enveloped her, like a pristine white barrier before a mountain of black flesh. The next moment, Su Ming'an appeared above Isabelle's blood-red pupils, expressionless.
The glowing object he threw was a lock!
Old and worn, rusty, simple and rustic.
……
Before leaving, the man left behind a key, a farewell gift for the princess.
"I must leave. For the safety of your civilization, I cannot return. This is the key to the lucid dream I inhabit. With this, you can call upon me forever. You have no magic, you cannot hear my voice, but I can hear you whenever you speak."
"If you no longer love me, then give this key to someone else. You will never have any contact with me again."
……
Isabelle suddenly realized something, but it was too late.
Su Ming'an's divine power and Yi Song's power were frantically poured into the dilapidated lock. Yi Song raised his head and looked at the ferocious and greedy face of the Mother Goddess so close to him, a complex smile appearing on his face.
This smile bears a vague resemblance to his last glance back at the princess on the castle terrace years ago.
【—Isabelle Candobea!!!】Isabelle howled furiously and madly. No one had expected a mother goddess to be so enraged.
There was no joy of success in Yi Song's eyes, only the sorrow of a healer failing to cure his patient. The Mother Goddess's angry tentacles plunged into his abdomen, churning wildly. He, pale-faced, coughed up blood, clutching her tightly with both arms.
"As a profession dealing with the human mind, psychologists encounter patients who are insane, paranoid, or even antisocial. A mature doctor, like a skilled chess player, lays the groundwork for unforeseen risks. This is a professional risk management approach, designed to protect both parties..." Yi Song coughed up blood.
"If a patient attacks a doctor due to dissatisfaction or illness, the doctor has ways to protect themselves..."
“Princess Isa, I am well-versed in this matter.”
The lock in Su Ming'an's hand resonated with the key inside Isabelle's body.
"Buzz—!!!"
The old lock suddenly burst forth with light!
It traces the origins along an invisible and intangible "causal line"!
That thread originated from the "key" given to her by a man on a medieval castle platform. It entwined the princess's countless days and nights of caressing and obsession, running through her journey to becoming a savior, stepping into Rovasa, experiencing tribulations to ascend to godhood... and even now, as the mother goddess of demons, she has never abandoned that "key"!
The key wasn't a heartwarming farewell gift from the man at all; it was a trap—what a cunning and treacherous man! He had won the princess's love, yet he still harbored a secret, leaving her a triggerable bomb. If the princess grew up to the point of betraying him, he could use the "lock" he possessed to detonate the "key," killing her.
Princess Mingming was merely a being from a lowly medieval civilization, incapable of anything, confined to the castle her entire life. Only after death, through contact with the Blackwater Dream, did she become a conscious being, gradually ascending to the status of a demonic mother goddess… The man had actually left a foreshadowing for such a seemingly hopeless being.
At that time, she was still his lover.
He left her with this trap.
Yi Song believes this is a doctor's self-protection mechanism. In order to prevent patients from attacking doctors out of anger or dissatisfaction, doctors need to leave such a foreshadowing.
...He actually used it.
What seemed like a loving farewell gift was, in effect, a knife he used to stab his betraying patient in the heart. Ironically, the demonic mother goddess Isabelle still carried the key that Ison had left her.
Ironically, it became the sharpest knife that pierced Him.
He became an awakened being through this key, thereby gaining the potential to ascend to higher dimensions… Most of His cause and effect are based on the key. When the man chooses to detonate this key with the lock, unless Isabelle's current status completely surpasses the authority of that "awakened being" from back then, otherwise…
……
"[We perform on this world stage, and my lover watches the play with leisure.]"
"[He watched me perform on various themes, using different methods to alleviate my uneasy feelings...]"
"A fleeting moment of pleasure delighted me, so I donned the mask of comedy."
"[For a moment, my laughter turned to sighs, and so I took on the role of tragedy again.]"
……
The lock in Su Ming'an's hand became scalding hot. He gripped it tightly, and the veins on his pale arm bulged as he poured his remaining divine power into it without reservation!
Isabelle's enormous body began to twist violently, like a painting being ignited from its edge, being sucked into the lock along the causal lines! Thousands of faces melted and wailed, the deep purple divine light dimmed and extinguished, and the tentacles drooped limply.
If the Eighth Seat hadn't corrupted His will, if Su Ming'an hadn't severely injured Him, if Si Nian's sacrifice hadn't caused Him to expend a great deal of divine power to break the seal... without these multiple factors, Yi Song wouldn't have been able to succeed at this moment.
Yi Song acted at this last moment precisely to ensure a 100% success rate.
Isabelle struggled, her chaotic divine thoughts scattering in all directions. Unconsciously, her consciousness returned to a mortal tone, as if "Princess Isabelle" had come back to life for a moment:
【I'm not... I didn't... I don't need a cure!!!】
You deceived my love and then abandoned me! You said you would heal me, but now you want to destroy me!!
【Yison Candobea—!! You liar!! You quack doctor—!!!】
Yi Song's body was also dissipating, almost merging with Isabelle's stream of light.
Compared to Isabelle, who was furious and roared after being deceived... the calm Dr. Yi seemed more like a god.
He arbitrarily identifies people as patients, treats them without authorization, and then, once they develop feelings of love and dependence on him, he ruthlessly turns to the next patient... He never calls himself "playing the field," and he ignores the confessions and competition from others. In his eyes, this is truly just treatment.
A beautiful woman's life is but a fleeting moment, and if she could offer herself as a remedy, he would do so willingly.
"boom--!!!"
The towering, mountain-like Demon Mother Goddess, under Su Ming'an's suppression, transformed into a torrent of light and shadow mixed with deep purple and dark red, flowing with countless weeping faces, and was completely swallowed by the rusty brass lock.
The lock suddenly shuddered, making a soft "click" sound, and the latch closed by itself.
The light faded.
"Crack-!"
The lock flowed into his palm. Su Ming'an instantly felt a world-shaking energy surge into his body, which he tightly gripped.
Unexpectedly, this time it turned from "finding allies" to "devouring allies," which is related to the Demon Mother Goddess's repeated breaches of contract, but it is also inseparable from every one of the companions.
"Huff...!" He gasped for breath, the voice in his mind screaming the desire to "devour" and "eat up." He slammed his hand down on the blade with a clang.
"Shut up."
The palm remained still for a moment, then came an even more intense temptation and whisper:
(Eat them, consume these nutrients...you will be invincible, you will become the overlord...you will be unstoppable, no one can hinder you...)
(Whether you want to call back your best friend, find your loved ones, or keep your companions... you can do it all...)
Su Ming'an slammed his hand to the ground, and the ethereal black water hissed as his hand calmed down slightly.
As Isabelle was sucked into his palm, the place where the Mother Goddess had been was left with only endless dissipating black demonic energy.
Yi Song's figure also disappeared. He had abandoned his physical body to come here, and this was already his limit.
The tattered soul shadows, like sand paintings scattered by the wind, transformed into countless tiny, shimmering specks of light, quietly drifting away into the silent air of the Netherworld.
……
"Dr. Yi!"
"Dr. Yi!!"
"Dr. Yi, please save me, I need you..."
Yi Song had seen countless pairs of eyes... ordinary, humble, and yearning eyes.
Is this divine punishment for the cruel, lucid one? He once regarded civilization as dust, bearing the commands of the Lord of Dreams, distorting or destroying far too many inferior civilizations. Now, he himself has become part of those inferior civilizations…
He chuckled, put on his white coat, and stepped into the world.
"I will heal you."
"This world is terminally ill, but not beyond cure. If the world remains like purgatory, with mortals endlessly struggling within it... then let me become medicine, let me become water, to heal your wounds..."
……
[Current number of survivors in the squad: 12/15]
……
The world chessboard.
"Cough, cough cough cough...!"
Lu sat on the throne and coughed slightly. Suddenly, he saw a vortex flowing on the chessboard, and a figure gradually appeared.
“Su Ming’an…?” Lu looked up and saw the young man in the black robe.
After letting Violet and the others leave with the God of Reincarnation, Su Ming'an, carrying the power of the Demon Mother Goddess, returned to the World Chessboard. It was Lu's slash that had severed his consciousness from his body; his physical form still lay on the World Chessboard. He now had to return, to reclaim his true body.
Before him lay a vast and boundless sea of stars, with chess pieces of all sizes standing tall and imposing. On the almost empty black and white chessboard, the blue king, dressed in a fur robe, sat quietly on his throne, like a chess player in the shadows.