Chapter 34:

Yao Yao blinked at the large water tank.

The reflection in the water showed a thin, hungry, and pitiful version of herself.

But for some reason, her heart felt full, as if it had already been filled by someone a long time ago.

So she propped herself up, looked around her surroundings.

This room was likely a converted woodshed, with scattered firewood and a lot of dust. There was a hastily placed table and a bed. The bowl on the table was missing a piece, and the bed had no mattress.

It was evident that she was born into a destitute family. And it seemed that no one cared about her life or death.

Yao Yao had a constant feeling that something was off.

But whenever she tried to think more deeply, various real memories flooded her mind.

She was the youngest daughter in the family, born with poor health. With several siblings to support, her family had no money to buy medicine for her. So she grew up like this, getting weaker day by day.

In this situation, it seemed appropriate to cry for her desolate fate.

But Yao Yao lowered her head and saw her fragile wrist bone.

For some reason, she felt familiar with this sickly body.

A gentle breeze swept through the stuffy woodshed, and unseen eyes silently peered.

Lowering her head, she felt sorrowful.

This girl was born with a special bloodline, and she must have been cherished as a precious gem. She probably hadn’t experienced illness or a life of being ignored.

So, she should savor this feeling and indulge in her discontent.

Some people indulge in inverted happiness.

Some people sink into inverted misfortune.

The Illusionary Enchantress was satisfied as she watched the illusion she created, turning everything upside down, intensifying sensory contrasts to the extreme, and igniting love, hatred, and countless desires. How interesting it was.

This time, she absorbed even more power and completed a larger illusion array. She enveloped everyone in the entire building in the illusion, including the ancient demon.

This was something impossible during the rule of the Ancient Beast in the Forsaken Abyss for thirty thousand years, but now she was so powerful.

The desires generated by those who entered were endless, and her illusion became unbreakable.

It was almost a perfect unsolvable puzzle.

So, although the goddess asked him to act quickly and not delay, the Illusionary Enchantress wasn’t in a rush to kill her.

Since she was valued by Jun Capital and feared by the “gods,” this woman must still be able to provide her with countless powers.

And the more she fell into misery, the weaker she would become.

The gentle breeze slowly withdrew, and the Illusionary Enchantress dissipated into the wind.

Without the ancient demon by her side, her life meant nothing to her, like a bug she could crush at will.

And the ancient demon, who lost this bug, what kind of desires would they erupt with?

Yao Yao stared at her weak wrist bone for a long time.

In fact, she didn’t harbor much resentment for this frail body.

Because, it seemed like a long time ago, she had experienced days and nights lying on a sickbed like this.

But at that time, Yao Yao didn’t seem as pitiful as she did now.

What did she have back then?

She always felt like someone was accompanying her, hugging her, kissing her, and there was someone else accompanying her in another world for a whole year.

But as Yao Yao raised her head in confusion and looked around, she realized that she seemed to have nothing.

That sense of contrast made her feel wronged.

In her current recollection, her parents would often beat and scold their children, especially her, the sickly child. They only kept her around because she looked decent, so they could marry her off for money when she grew up.

But recently, her health worsened, and everyone was afraid of catching her illness, so they had to clean out the woodshed for her. That’s how she ended up being locked up here, with a piece of stale bread thrown in from outside every once in a while.

The door and windows of the woodshed were not tightly sealed, and she often heard laughter and playfulness from outside, as well as the cries of street vendors.

“Selling candied hawthorns.”

“Mom, I want to eat that.”

It seemed like the neighbor’s little girl was coquettishly pleading with her parents, “Dad, I want that too.”

“Alright, alright.”

“We’ll buy everything for you.”

The neighbor’s little girl also had poor health since childhood, but she grew up under her parents’ loving care. Her voice sounded full of vitality and sunshine.

Her parents indulgently said, “Okay, okay, baby, tell us what you want, and we’ll get it for you.”

A harmonious and loving family.

Yao Yao looked at herself, with tattered clothes and dry hands.

She slowly sat down against the water tank, hugging her patched knees and burying her head.

Unwillingness. Sorrow.

The thoughts of wanting to be well-fed, well-dressed, and to receive warmth and care started to weigh on her, as if something was being taken away from her.

The stuffy air in the woodshed was stirred by a faint breeze, and she felt trapped in those thoughts.

Her mind grew heavier, while her body seemed to be getting weaker, as if the desires in her mind were draining and weakening her, choking her.

So, almost instinctively, Yao Yao stopped her thoughts.

No, it’s not right.

She wouldn’t harm herself.

She was never taught to do so.

Meanwhile, the family outside seemed to fear her stopping, as their happiness continued to overflow.

“Dad has found the best doctor for you. Our precious child’s illness will surely be cured soon.”

“We, your parents, have no demands in this lifetime. We only want to give you the best, to let you eat well, dress well, and live worry-free.”

“The most important thing is for our precious child to be healthy and happy.”

The wind blew the leaves outside the window, trembling as if it were a melody that drew her deep into it.

But Yao Yao lifted her head from between her knees.

In the midst of the vivid illusion, she suddenly found a trace of clarity.

Indeed, she felt unwillingness, longing, and even the imminent emergence of envy.

“The most important thing is for the baby to be happy.”

This sentence. It was too familiar, too familiar.

In her life of over ten years, someone had said these words to her countless times, with a gentle voice filled with love.

She seemed to have forgotten many things, but these voices were already imprinted in her heart, making her heart complete and fulfilled.

No matter how real the illusion was, it could only create crude memories to deceive.

But the child had received so much love in her life, and she could even share her love with other little demon.

How could she forget the love she had received? Even if her brain didn’t remember, her heart did.