Come to Infinity, Sacrifice to Me

Altair, who is so obsessed with his own creator, even destroying the entire land of the gods and even the countless worlds of works within the radiation range, in order to complete the other party's dying idea, the reason why he can ignore the creators of other fandoms is naturally because She only drew recognition from these secondary creations, but never thought of accepting those stories and plots.

Yes, there has always been only one Creator recognized by Altair, and the other creators who have created fans for her can only be said to be tools to collect recognition for her, and they are not enough to leave a trace in his heart. trace.

As a wall who is good at prostitution, the plot in those secondary settings has always been ignored by her. In theory, except for Shimazaki Setsuna's original setting, all other fans have nothing to do with her.

But what is going on now?

"All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced. Do you want to see those things that you have ignored and forgotten by you?"

Looking at the shrinking Jun Ji with a half-smile, she gradually approached the girl like a figure assembled from endless bubbles rising from the sea of ​​universe. He stroked Altair's cheek, and the star sand flying around her kept shining. The radiant brilliance, as if one party had just escaped from chaos, and a world of order was derived.

The eyes of the princess in military uniform suddenly opened wide, and she was about to break away from the shackles of the figure with all her strength, but she was restrained by a strong pressure, and she couldn't control her body, and couldn't control her consciousness. Manipulated marionettes, no freedom at all.

"Then, take a closer look at the gifts I gave you!"

Gently sliding through the void, those temporarily suppressed memories rushed towards Altair again. The plots from different story backgrounds, different worlds of works, and different hands of the creator completely overwhelmed this divinely favored creature.

Soon, Altair experienced a life she could never have imagined.

Time is like fast-forwarding, and the princess in military uniform begins to experience her life again and again, from the princess of a country in the western magical world, to the queen of angels in the heaven, from the female high school student in the modern campus to the famous genius The pianist, from the overhead heroic spirit who saves the world, to the extremely evil witch who wantonly distorts time and space...

From the creators of countless fanfic creations, those who were intentionally abandoned by her, the one who built a myriad of phenomena, because of the lack of recognition, the plot that is difficult to complete even the world of the work begins to hunt down the protagonist who abandoned them.

"Get out, get out of here! The rest of the Creator is Su Mo, get out of here!"

She was still shouting at the top of her lungs, constantly rejecting the memories that had merged into her mind, but at the next moment, a small amount of but very high-quality acknowledgment mixed into this memory, but it made her never Heart shouted loudly.

The experience of Fang Fang’s work world began to deteriorate. These came from various creators, and the acknowledgment from fan fiction, videos, comics, and special images was completely polluted, and the style of painting changed in an indescribable direction.

Well, it's probably like after the mosaic is removed, the whole age becomes some special website to watch [-]R works.

Every time with different backgrounds, different worlds of works, and different identities, the things experienced are all indescribable, as long as they are described, they will be hit by the supreme beast.

The full experience of the heroine in the inner world - these few words can probably sum up Altair's entire life here.

Falling into the hands of the enemy as a female knight, being captured by the devil as a princess, getting caught in the quilt when waking up her brother as usual, being hypnotized by the unexpected neighbor, being stopped by the schoolmate for a long time...

Lying down in an empty classroom, biting your lips in a warm bedroom, being pressed by your arms on the balcony, being beaten by the wall in the sports room with nowhere to escape, praying that no one will come in in the changing room Weeping silently...

Different identities, different scenes, but similar plots—being violated normally, violated by a night attack, violated with a pregnant belly... Violation, violation, violation, all violations!

But why, no matter what their identity is, every person who violated her has the same face!

Who is that?The one called "Liu Dao Ming", her Oni sauce/childhood sweetheart/knight/hostile devil/god served/classmate... Who is it?

"Goo, kill me!"

"Feeling, feeling comfortable or something, I, I just... ha, ha..."

"Then, as a reward for you, I allow you to do whatever you want~"

"Oni-chan, no...don't...you're going to be weird~"

"Don't think that I will forgive you for doing such an excessive thing!"

"dad……?"

"Teacher, is this okay?"

"It's not that I like you, it's just that there is no other suitable guy besides you!"

"Well~ don't be here, wait...someone will come later..."

"Lord, just for this, offer this body..."

"..."

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Ahem, this chapter was written long ago, but after thinking about it, it took a lot of time to change it, and there is another chapter that is a little later.

Chapter 79: Never Going Back; Darkening Lori Altair

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

After an unknown amount of time, Altair's consciousness finally returned to reality. She looked at Liu Daoming's playful smile, shaking her hands and crying as if seeing the most terrifying prehistoric beast in the world.

A piece of memory resurfaced in her mind again, mixed with her original three views, and this creature, who was not rich in life experience and was born less than a year in a certain sense, was hit hard.

In the world of countless works, no matter what background or identity, Altair has formed an indistinguishable bond with the "person" in front of him in various accidents or man-made events every time.

Maybe it's a natural love, maybe it's being punished as an enemy, maybe it's a distorted relationship between relatives, maybe it's the love song of an epic hero and princess, or it's more likely to be violated and trained by various props and skills.

But no matter what the original plot was, the only thing in common in the memories of many works is that because of the pollution of recognition brought by the lost dog book, all the stories began to move in the direction of an unusually pornographic work of art, like a wild horse running wild Can't go back.

How many times she has drawn recognition from the second creation, and how many times she has experienced the plot flushing from fan works in the last moment, and every time she experiences a work, she has to use a different identity to communicate with the person in front of her once, multiple times or even Hundreds of times in Guan Bao's acquaintance.

In the end, no matter whether the world of those works is initially warm, artistic, tragic, dark and cruel, or passionate, no matter what their original theme is, it will inevitably lead to the indescribable content that can only be browsed on certain special websites. .

Under this kind of fate, Altair, unable to control himself, can only watch the "self" in the plot slowly deviate from the original setting, and fall into the trap patiently woven by the hunter, either voluntarily, or forced, Either being arrogant, or actively falling into the sea of ​​evil called "lust".

The final ending is surprisingly consistent, and what comes into Altair's mind is the posture of "self" immersed in the white sticky ocean, constantly asking for things from the person in front of him, like a trained slut every time.

That terrifying picture, that sense of strangeness coming from the five senses of the human body, that kind of lust emanating from the depths of the soul, really crushed the cold mask that the princess in military uniform used to show others, and tore apart her allies except her allies. There are no other atrial barriers.

She no longer dared to look at Liu Daoming, her staggered back body was tripped by her left foot and her right foot fell to the ground, the princess in military uniform looked at Liu Daoming in horror, her two jade hands grabbed the ground and tried hard to let her body rub back Go, but the grievance in my heart could no longer bear it, and wept loudly.