The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 62、Whispers of the God of Love (Part Two)

“Have you been tainted by the evil god, Eluka?” An trembled as she asked.

The so-called evil gods are the source of most disorder and distortion in this world, symbols of decay and destruction. Just like shadows under the sunlight, they silently linger, rarely appearing in the sight of ordinary people, yet constantly clinging to the world beyond, coveting all the beauty this world has to offer.

Like gluttons, they crave the bait woven from blood and desire.

Thus, as long as they can grasp even a tiny thread of corruption, they will spread their grasp without hesitation, eroding everything they see and hear.

This is why evil gods are often exceedingly generous; with blood and flesh, one can exchange for power from them.

The fewer the chips for power, the greater the price paid.

When the cost accumulates to a point where you can no longer afford it, all that you possess will become a toy in the hands of the evil gods.

Every gift has its reason.

“Evil gods?”

In response to An’s question, Ailuoka showed a hint of displeasure:

“Master, how can you speak of the divine beings like that? They have been so good to me. To fulfill my wish of loving everyone, they generously granted me the power to realize my wishes!”

“No… chips to pay?”

An’s breath caught once again.

If one gains power without paying even a little chip, then what will you return when the evil gods come to collect their debts?

Your own soul?

“Hey, Master, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Ailuoka smiled as she extended her hand, opening her arms as if to embrace her beloved master before her.

“Do you want to… accept my love?”

“……”

Silence, a silence as thick as blood.

Ailuoka did not speak, waiting for An’s answer, and the entire room was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard.

An lowered her eyelids, her hands habitually folded before her abdomen.

Yet, one could faintly discern the wavering of her heart from her knuckles, which were already clenched white.

What was she hesitating over, or rather, what was she contemplating?

It felt as if a century had passed.

Until Ailuoka showed a hint of impatience, An suddenly lifted her foot, stepping through the blood, and walked towards Ailuoka.

“Have you agreed? Master!”

Ailuoka’s face lit up with a happy smile, like a butterfly flying towards a flower, eagerly rushing towards An.

“Let us be together forever, Master, I will always… love you—”

The joyful whisper abruptly stopped.

Ailuoka’s eyes flickered with a hint of confusion, then she stiffly lowered her head.

The cold blade, tightly gripped in An’s hand.

Then—

It pierced accurately into Eluka’s heart.

An’s hand was still trembling, but she forced herself to grip harder, to push deeper, even to viciously twist the blade.

Until the source of a life, that beating heart, was completely shattered.

“Cough cough… why… Master?”

Eluka coughed out chunks of bloodied innards, her eyes filled with confusion.

“Do you… not wish to accept my love?”

“I’m sorry…”

An raised her head, the usually strong figure of hers, with reddened eyes.

“I’m sorry… Eluka, I can’t let you hurt more people.”

“Cough cough… what are you saying, Master?”

Eluka tilted her head, puzzled:

“I clearly haven’t harmed anyone.”

“I simply gave them my love.”

“I love them, Master. What’s wrong with love?”

“Shut up—”

An suddenly lost control, shouting in anger: “That is not love at all!”

“Not love? Then what is it? This is clearly love, to possess everything of those you love. This is what you taught me, Master!”

Eluka’s eyes widened as she took a step, then another, forcing An to retreat continuously.

The heart was shattered, as if it had no effect on her whatsoever.

As she spat out flesh and blood, she looked on with the innocent curiosity of a child, asking:

“If it’s not, then tell me, Master, what is true love!”

“Tell me, Master, aren’t you my Master?”

“What is love, what is love, how can I give you true love?”

“I…”

An’s lips moved, but no words came out.

What is love?

Is love truly possession?

This was once her unwavering belief, a thought she held with utmost conviction.

At this moment, facing Eluka again, there was not even the courage to speak.

Clang.

An stopped her retreating steps, her body colliding against a cold step.

Unknowingly, she had retreated to a point of no return.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, something grabbed the hem of An’s skirt.

An instinctively turned around, and then she saw.

Lying on the iron bed, the gutted girl stretched out her withered hand, clutching at her dress.

Crying, she said:

“I love you…”

So heartfelt… yet so chilling.

“No…”

No.

No.

This is not love.

This is absolutely not love.

The love I know should never be this ugly thing.

There must be some mistake, there must be some mistake!

An gritted her teeth, violently pulling away that hand and awkwardly fleeing to the side.

“Master, don’t run away.”

Eluka suddenly pounced over, her movements so agile that she hardly resembled a mere magician.

She knocked An to the ground, pressing down on her tightly, a strange flush appearing on her lovely face.

“Please answer my question.”

From her open clothing, that dark face writhed and twisted, then cast a venomous gaze at An.

At the same time, she kept calling out:

“I love you…”

“I love you…”

“I love you…”

“Stop saying that…”

An struggled fiercely.

Wanting to rid herself of Eluka.

But those calls filled with “love” were like maggots clinging to her bones, impossible to shake off, tearing at her sanity like worms.

“I love you…”

“Please… don’t say it anymore.”

“I love you I love you I love you…”

“Don’t say it anymore…”

“I love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you… I love you, Master.”

“Shut up!”

An closed her eyes in pain.

Instinctively, a sharp blade condensed in her hand.

Slash.

Again, slash.

The sound of flesh being cut echoed continuously, hot blood splattering, mixing with the already cold and foul-smelling liquid on the ground.

The pressure on her body suddenly lightened.

“Ha… ha…”

An opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling splattered with blood. Even though she hadn’t moved much, it felt as though she had just experienced a life-and-death battle, gasping for breath violently.

“Sorry…”

An stood up, bowing her head in apology to the now severed Eluka.

“I had to do this.”

Even though her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by a large hand, causing unbearable pain.

Even as her soul was nearly drowned by an overwhelming sense of guilt, making it hard to breathe.

But the remaining sanity still told An that she had to kill Eluka.

Letting the corruption of the evil god spread, who knows what terrible consequences it would bring.

“I will properly cremate you and bury you with the one you love.”

An stumbled towards the door, preparing to head to the kitchen to find something to ignite.

“Ah, I know!”

But just a few steps out, a sudden exclamation of realization came from behind her.

Heart stopping.

“What… what?”

An’s jaw trembled as she slowly turned around.

Then I saw—

Only a head of Eluka, as if she had realized something, displayed an expression of immense joy.

She said:

“I understand now, this is also Master’s love, right?”