"You don't blush when you say this with your own rationality."

"Hmph, it's all me anyway, what's the big deal." Azalea said unconvinced. "If it wasn't for the fear that you would be lonely, I would have returned to my body long ago, and you still ridiculed me."

"...How many human female thoughts have you loaded into yourself?"

Rope sighed again. "I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be lonely or not."

he asked again.

"Azalea, how long until the "fourth fetal movement". "

"Hmm." Azalea closed her eyes, as if sensing something.

After a while she opened her eyes and replied.

"There are [-] million years left, and soon you will be able to complete the transformation and become a true evil god standing at the top of the throne." The black-haired girl fantasized and showed a happy expression.

"When the time comes, I will bring you the crown of the king, you are my king, my master, and lead our pantheon to re-rule this multiverse, and the old ruler will tear the weak under your command. The ancient god, then we can have a baby in peace!"

Rope looked at Azalea who was possessed by gauze Nicholas, and some didn't know what to say.

"Azalea, in human terms, you are my "mother" right now? "

"That's what he said."

Acelia narrowed her eyes, climbed on Rope's shoulders, and chatted with her long black hair on his cheeks.

"You are your own father and son, and I am your mother and your wife. If you think about such a relationship in terms of human concepts, I am afraid it is an unsolvable problem, right?"

Rope used his power to condense him into Azathoth's body, and Azathoth, like a mother, was ready to give birth to him.

Completely incomprehensible.

"So I've long since abandoned the concept of humanity in this matter."

Rope picked up Azalea and placed it next to the throne, then stood up and looked at the chaotic starry sky outside the palace.

"What's wrong, Ape?"

Azalea looked at Rope suspiciously.

"Don't you like it here? Why don't you go back to my body first, where it should be more comfortable."

"No, it's just something that I miss when it comes to human society."

He squeezed his palm, even if he didn't complete the "Rite of Ascension", the power of one spiritual body alone is enough to destroy an entire world.

He seemed to be experiencing the trouble of excess power all the time.

"Azalea."

"Ok?"

"I want to go out." Rope added. "Go inside the world."

"Now this time?" Azalea asked in surprise. "Your "fetal movement" will end soon. If the body consciousness leaves the body at that time, it is not a joke, and I can't bear that power out of control. "

"In a century at most, I'll be back."

Rope walked slowly towards the outside of the palace.

"I need to learn something from human beings again, the true meaning of chaos, feelings, thinking, the opinion of the weak, I can't give up these things that helped me grow, and I have to get them back one by one."

When he reached the end of the palace, he turned back and said.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back, my mother."

After saying these words, the blond boy completely disappeared from Baiyu's palace.

Divine power instantly transferred his will, passed through the barrier of the world, and projected it into an unknown ordinary world.

Azalea also sighed, and cradled her knees on the armrest of the throne.

"You didn't listen to me from the beginning."

She slowly closed her amber eyes and put all her consciousness into the gestation of her body.

"Stay safe, my child."

Chapter [-] Encounter

Is everyone's childhood painful?

Alsa is not sure, but the only thing she can be sure of is that her childhood is definitely a bad memory when she grows up, like the kind of garbage still in the stinky ditch, it feels disgusting even in retrospect.

She didn't know who her biological parents were, and by the time she could remember, she was already living in the Sturm Orphanage.I have to admit, that was the happiest time for Arsha.

Although the dean's mama's brown and mean pupils could not see anything but dollars, but at least she would not fight against Arsha, and could feed the belly of forty-three children.Unlike her adoptive father who is addicted to alcoholism, beating women and gambling all day long, let alone her adoptive mother, after being beaten by her husband again, she vents all her pain on herself, and even asks her after half a month. The thirteen-year-old adopted daughter went to "pick up guests" to raise the moth nest.

Alsa didn't want to give her first time to a man she didn't know in exchange for those insignificant dollars.

And most likely won't even get into their pockets.

"If you want to go, go by yourself, cheap watch..."

Alsa muttered in a low voice, took out a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, lit it with the few matches left, and took a deep breath.

- That's what she stole from her adoptive father.

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