Yarin's POV:
Azazel had disappeared, and my spiritual world was like his backyard. He could co and go as he pleased, which made feel extrely humiliated.
The gap between him and was so huge that other than using my mouth, I couldn't find any other way to teach him a lesson.
But now, I have no more scruples.
Boundless coldness penetrated my entire body. I felt like I was in the solid ice of the North Pole. My skin felt like ten thousand needles were piercing it. My internal organs were being cut into pieces by the cold blades. My bone marrow was frozen into ice shards and pierced my flesh. My blood beca countless nails going through a long and slow process in my body.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
The unbearable pain made want to scream, but my throat had already lost its original function.
The pain continued to intensify. It was as if I had beco a banana in the blenders. I was smashed into pulp with ice cubes and then frozen in the refrigerator. Finally, I was placed in the blenders to continue breaking.
This feeling of being torn apart and reassembled lasted a long ti. In this seemingly endless torture, my consciousness also seed to have been torn apart. I was muddleheaded, and even the pain was coming and going.
Then, an even more intense pain was born from my soul. It was as if a hand was brutally ravaging my soul, tearing it into pieces and then violently kneading it into a ball like at plasticine. That hand was as cold as a dead fish frozen in cold storage for a year, emitting an unpleasant evil sll.
As this torture continued, my ntal world also changed.
It began to snow. At first, it was light. Then, the snow gradually beca stronger and beca
a heavy snowstorm. After that, there was no color other than white in the world. It was as if the snowstorm had buried the entire snowfield.
The snowstorm drowned , but maybe I was too cold. The snowflakes brought a little warmth to my skin.
The snow drowned , and the cold also receded.
In the gradually warming white world, I was too exhausted. I fell into a deep sleep in the endless torture.
I can't see everything in my heart when I open my eyes again. I was no longer cold or in pain. My body and soul were fine as if the extre torture from before was just a nightmare.
I was lying in the snow, and the snow almost covered my nose and mouth. The sky had suddenly cleared up. A faint moon was hanging in the sky, shining brightly on the world.
I struggled to my feet and looked around. I was surprised to find that my spiritual world had changed greatly.
The forest not far away had disappeared. The faint mountain peaks on the horizon had disappeared. The scattered shrubs had also disappeared. All that could be seen was the endless white snow and the curved moon in the sky.
"... What's going on?"
I looked around in confusion, but I saw nothing other than snow.
Could it be that I went crazy and ran far away while being tortured until I lost my mind?
I tried looking into the distance, but I soon realized it was a stupid idea. Everything in my spiritual world was constructed according to my needs. If I wanted, I could teleport to the forest imdiately.
But I didn't. What was the point? This ant that the forest had disappeared.
But the problem was, I didn't want the forest to disappear. It couldn't have disappeared on its
own.
I looked at my hands. They were white, slender, and had so calluses. They were no different from before. But I knew that Azazel's power had reconstructed this body. The evidence was the fine patterns hidden in my skin.
Moths.
Black threads appeared on my skin. They outlined a lifelike moth about to spread its wings and fly.
Azazel transford into a qualified 'container' and signed off.
My mom's body had a similar pattern, but it was a dal to reward her for resisting Azazel, proof that she had devoured the gods with her mortal body.
And these tattoos on my body are the marks of humiliation and slavery.
Azazel...
I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms.
There was no doubt that Azazel's transformation of had inadvertently 'reformatted' my spiritual world.
The empty snowfield was like a blank docunt, but it was hard to say who it was for. I did not doubt that Azazel would co here to add so color to the matter. Of course, he would treat as if I were nothing.
I couldn't let him co and go as he pleased. I had had enough of this humiliation. Looking at the moon in the sky, I believed I should wake up. The people outside must be worried, and I had no reason to stay here.
When I opened my eyes and faced my anxious mother and aunt, the first thing I said was, "If I destroy my spiritual world, will I beco retarded?"
"What?" They looked at in disbelief.
"Azazel can invade my body through the spiritual world," I calmly explained. "I hate this. So, if I destroy my spiritual world, will I beco retarded?"
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