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Over five hundred years ago, after Yumo first woke up in the Winter Forest, a young creature couldn’t help but let out an angry roar,
"Damn it!!!"
Under the shroud of moonlight, in the eastern part of Winter Forest, a surge of strange energy erupted. The violent crimson waves of power dispersed the nearby blizzards, causing the earth to tremble uncontrollably. It felt like the entire surrounding space was on the verge of collapse.
The cause of all this was an ancient Temple located here. This temple was Yumo’s body. Inexplicably sent to this world by the goddess and bizarrely turned into a building, Yumo couldn’t help but lant.
After finally escaping from a barren, godforsaken space, she was now trapped as a motionless structure?
’Isn’t this just like being imprisoned in a different place?’
Yumo’s mood plumted on her first day in the Ancita continent. But this wasn’t the lowest point yet. Overwheld by despair, confusion, and bemusent, Yumo began to use her crimson power inside her to observe the surroundings. Although she was controlling this power for the first ti, she managed it seamlessly. In no ti, she could harness this force, helping her keenly sense her environnt.
Soon after, Yumo identified an even graver issue. Not only had she beco an old, desolate temple standing alone in the forest, but her ’new body’, both inside and out, was also filled with all sorts of bizarre creatures. These creatures varied in appearance, but they all had one thing in common: terrifying, grotesque faces that exuded a ruthless and bloodthirsty aura. Their eerie shapes, coupled with their cold deanor and terrifying roars, made one’s sanity shake.
Moreover, these creatures were nurous, packed densely like a swarm of cockroaches, intensifying Yumo’s fear of clusters. Although in the future, Yumo might see these creatures as ’adorable’, at that mont, her aesthetic standards, as a newcor of this world, aligned more with human norms. These monsters appeared anything but cute to her. Their growls and movents gave Yumo the chilling sensation of being subrged in a pile of roaches.
Had she had a physical body, Yumo might have bolted in panic. But even without one, a few seconds after her shock, she couldn’t help but scream out in her heart:
"Damn it! What the hell are these things? Get out of my body now!!"
In her terror, Yumo shouted out without any restraint.
Unfortunately,
As a temple, Yumo couldn’t control her body, leaving her feeling helpless and raging internally. However, due to her overwhelming emotions, Yumo unknowingly stimulated the crimson power within her. In an instant, a dominant force aura surged out from the temple like a roaring wave, its terrifying might sweeping across the surroundings.
The intense pressure from this outburst made the towering trees around shake, and the horde of terrifying monsters appeared ’horrified.’ They looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do. Yumo noticed this, and a ’crazy’ idea popped up in her mind.
’I might not be able to move, but I can generate such an aura storm, why not use this storm to get rid of these creatures? ’
Acting on this idea imdiately, Yumo didn’t want to spend another mont with these monsters. Even though she felt nothing in her temple form, the thought of such disgusting, bloodthirsty creatures nesting inside her made her skin crawl and her heart filled with uncontrollable revulsion.
Wave after wave of crimson storms were unleashed under Yumo’s control, continuously ’expelling’ the monsters around her.
When the crimson energy burst forth, the wind pressure was indeed terrifying. After Yumo’s upheaval, the surroundings looked clear and bright. However, the monsters did not flee in fear as Yumo had hoped. Instead, they seed even more excited. The previously low-growling monsters began to howl loudly...
The number of monsters around the temple had reduced from thousands to just over a thousand. After Yumo’s outburst, not only did the monsters not leave, but even more creatures roared and rushed out from the forest, crowding into the temple.
If Yumo was barely tolerating them before, now she felt absolutely at her limit. It was like being covered in "cockroaches". Yumo was on the verge of breaking down.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell is this?! Get away from ! Get away, away, away!"
Yumo scread frantically in her mind.
And then, at that mont, the ground suddenly trembled. Countless bloody thorns burst out from the forest, fiercely attacking the black monsters gathered around the temple.
Accompanied by the splattering of fresh blood, Yumo watched in shock and horror as the bloody thorns danced in the air. These terrifying monsters, in a series of chilling screams, were rcilessly torn apart by the thorns. Such a bloody scene left Yumo completely stunned, standing motionless on the spot. When she finally regained her sense, all the black monsters inside and outside her body had been turned into corpses.
Although eradicating these "cockroach" creatures brought imnse satisfaction, witnessing such brutal and bloody scenes for the first ti made Yumo feel very uneasy. She slowly turned her attention to the dark and gloomy forest nearby. And from that direction, those bloody thorns had erged.
"What... what is that?"
’Were these the sa type of creatures as the monsters? But, if they were of the sa kind, why would they kill each other? Perhaps, was this so other, even more terrifying monster? ’
The uncertainty made Yumo even more apprehensive.
Under Yumo’s uneasy gaze, a huge bud, surrounded by bloody thorns and as bright as blood, slowly erged from the forest. It effortlessly turned every obstructing tree into a nauseating white liquid. The bud, upon reaching in front of the temple, began to blossom slowly under Yumo’s anxious watch. It was a beautiful, yet eerie and death-filled flower from the netherworld.
The Netherworld Flower was incredibly massive. Each of its petals gave off an overwhelming presence that seed to overshadow everything. In terms of size, even Yumo’s new architectural form seed slightly smaller in comparison.
What shocked Yumo the most was the flower’s core. It contained a strange humanoid figure, a figure constructed entirely from plants and possessing cold, pale blue eyes. A humanoid... monster...
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As mories played continuously in Yumo’s mind like a slideshow, the humanoid monster from her mories gradually rged with the figure before her.
"Youlan..."
Seeing her long-lost eldest daughter, Yumo spoke with mixed emotions in a soft voice.
Shock appeared in her deep blue eyes. Not just from Youlan’s sudden appearance, but also from the changes in her. Even though Youlan had learned to transform in the Winter Forest and hadn’t shown the terrifying appearance from their first eting, she had always hidden her eyes behind her bangs after transforming. She was quiet and maintained an unsettling gloomy atmosphere.
The honey-haired woman standing before Yumo looked completely different from the figure in her mories.
The woman, who seed to have walked on a sea of blood, was dressed in a light, sheer white robe. She looked ethereal, like she was surrounded by mist, appearing to be in her early twenties. Apart from her beautiful wavy honey-colored hair, her face was extraordinarily exquisite. Her deep blue eyes shone brilliantly like gemstones, radiant and lively. Her smile was cold but irresistibly charming. She had a perfectly proportioned figure.
The only imperfection was her skin’s lack of color, making her look unnaturally pale. Yet even so, paired with a bloody-red dress adorned with tiny diamonds, she exuded a morbid beauty.
Even though Yumo’s feelings for Youlan were complicated, seeing her daughter after hundreds of years, she couldn’t help but recall an old saying from Earth, [Girls change a lot when they grow up]
However, just as Yumo was taken aback by Youlan’s transformation, the golden figure in front of her darted forward, turning into a bloody afterimage. Accompanied by the scattering of crimson petals, Youlan instantly appeared in front of Yumo. With her delicate hand, adorned with red ribbons, she gently cradled Yumo’s face.
Then, under Yumo’s surprised gaze, Youlan’s soft kiss landed on Yumo’s cheek.
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"Is this what Mother tastes like? ...So sweet..."
Yumo: "?!!"
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