Chapter 714: Chapter 611 Dear Tang
Rose Madeline was completely stunned on the spot, hardly believing her eyes as she watched her “husband,” roaring and bellowing, walking towards her. She never imagined, not even in her dreams, that the face that should have always smiled at her would beco the crazed visage before her.
But she also knew that a horrifying mutation had occurred to her husband; he was no longer Howard Roland.
Seeing that she might be killed, Rose quickly pondered in her mind and swiftly made a decision.
She did not imdiately resort to the “Ultimate ans” but instead took a deliberate step forward, forcing herself to ignore the raging aura coming towards her that could quickly end her life, and began to chant softly, her voice ethereal yet filled with a mysterious and peaceful aura, resonating throughout the study.
Rose did not possess Extraordinary Power. She couldn’t harness the power of “Sleepers” like Noah, nor could she fight using her voice like another of the Six New Stars from the East Federation, the “Soul Singer.”
The chant she perford was actually from “Agre’s Dream Girl,” Howard Roland’s favorite opera, where the girl sings a lullaby to the protagonist, Agre.
She couldn’t determine how much of her husband Howard Roland’s will remained within the body before her.
At this mont, she found no better solution.
Unexpectedly, she succeeded.
With her “Chanting,” the furious, frenzied Howard actually began to calm down, ceasing to roar and bellow, and instead walked over sowhat vacantly. At the sa ti, the flas of jealousy in his eyes diminished.
Before Rose could show any signs of relief, an unsettling ghost light suddenly erged in Howard’s eyes after the flas had subsided, as though the fetid air bubbles gurgling up from the sludge at the bottom of a polluted lake, reflecting terrifying, grotesque images.
Each image was incredibly delayed and dark, like “dirty secrets” hidden in the deepest recesses of the heart.
For Rose Madeline, however, those images were like sharp blades piercing into her heart and violently stirring.
The cruel truth was unveiled without warning.
The eyes before her revealed one by one the secrets deep within Howard Roland’s heart:
The first act was a grueso car accident, within the subrged car were Howard’s dead parents, the survivors were not only Howard Roland but also his brother until he strangled his brother’s neck with the safety belt and managed to swim ashore.
The second act depicted his entry into the Federation’s most prestigious noble school, where he secretly deceived a young girl’s body through shaless ans and had her kill his strongest competitor.
The third act showed his “small hobby” of deceiving various naive civilian girls and subsequently abandoning them.
The fourth act detailed the various thods he used to craft a romantic, gentlemanly persona and successfully marry the most genius girl of his age, Rose Madeline.
…
The seventh act ca on the night of the Spiritual Tide Return. Rose was busy in her laboratory, and Howard ca to take her ho. As usual, she refused, but unlike other days, Howard did not return ho alone but brought back a woman.
Rose saw clearly; it was her laboratory assistant.
The two perford an indecent act within the “Lovcek 426” mansion, and a terrifying event descended just as they were about to climax—a “Black Hole” appeared above their heads and sucked them in.
Behind the black hole was a desolate world.
A desert-like land, the fierce Sun, poisonous rainwater, winds that could instantly strip flesh from bone, with almost no life forms except for Howard Roland and his laboratory assistant… In this environnt, scenes touching on the darkest aspects of human nature played out after several days.
The victor, unsurprisingly, was Howard Roland.
“You…”
Rose Madeline felt as if she had snapped out of a repressed, terrifying nightmare, staring intently at Howard Roland before her, her gaze shifting from familiar to strange, then to horror and a disgust that stemd from the depths of her soul.
She initially thought her “husband” was parasitized or even devoured by an Exotic Realm Monster.
But now, she saw another side of her husband first.
Despite losing nearly all her support and lacking Extraordinary Power herself, as a disciple of a “Mysterious Ancient God,” her perception and intuition were exceptionally sharp.
She knew that those dark, foul scenes were real.
The “husband” she thought she understood was nothing but an utterly false illusion; she had married a devil wearing a “gentleman’s mask.”
Just as Rose was about to collapse from this realization, Howard Roland, who had been montarily peaceful due to the opera, suddenly cornered her with a creepy smile she had never seen before, his face still showcasing that dramatically attractive dialect.
“Are you disappointed? The genius, the pure Rose Madeline, actually married a disgusting pervert. The angelically beautiful Rose Madeline, she was deceived by the devil. Co on, will any hero co to save her?”
In the midst of his eerie shouting, a well-maintained hand suddenly reached out, directly seizing Rose’s neck, pulling her face close to his, bringing her directly eye-to-eye with a pair of bloodshot, jealousy-filled eyes.
“Since you’ve seen it, just keep watching,”
“See what kind of price this Devil paid to crawl back from that hellish place.”
“Look quickly!”
In a roar, the images continued to flicker in his eyes.
Passively, Rose witnessed the subsequent incident.
Howard Roland, using the body of his laboratory assistant, managed to encounter the only “Life Form” in that desolate world—a terribly horrifying, Abnormal, Exotic Realm Life Form that can transmit Pollution just by staring.
In order for Rose to see the whole thing, Howard seed to have created so sort of barrier.
She wasn’t polluted, but she saw images that almost made her unable to suppress her urge to vomit, nearly fainting.
In the images, Howard Roland was rging with the “Exotic Realm Life Form.”
The process plunged Rose into a chaotic thought, experiencing another degree of Pollution.
Her past life, years of built mories, and beliefs were being destroyed bit by bit.
Rose Madeline’s beautiful and mature face suddenly began to show a “crumbling” expression; her inner self was breaking down, and an intense urge to self-destruct began to erge in her eyes.
“Hahaha… Yes, that’s the expression, truly srizing.”
“I originally intended to destroy you in another way, but that performance just now was pretty good too—beginning, conflict, twist, climax… it had all elents that attract, it would sweep across the entire Federation if it were staged.”
At this mont, Howard Roland was extrely self-satisfied; he hadn’t used any Extraordinary Power but instead was about to successfully destroy a future “Great Polymath” in a very special way.
Unlike him, a Monster, he was very aware of the terrifying potential that Rose Madeline, as a human female, possessed.
“In fact, I too am a genius, a genius at manipulating human hearts.”
“Rose Madeline, you are my Angel… tsk tsk, what a classic line, creator, the great Howard Roland.”
Sohow, Howard had put down the axe in his hands, smoothed his ssy hair, and quickly returned to his gentlemanly deanor, while unabashedly showing his love for Rose Madeline in his eyes.
It was a love mixed with strong possessiveness, intense adoration, and an uncontrollable urge to destroy; in his life, he had destroyed many people, but to him, Rose Madeline was the most special.
Just as he was serious, ready to enjoy his “creation.”
Suddenly, the nearly self-destructing Rose seed to think of sothing, and her crumbling expression abruptly stopped, involuntarily she spoke, “Dear Don…”
This was actually a polite start to their correspondence, but at this mont, to Howard, it felt like a rudely spoiler had appeared, not only ruining his creation but also trying to snatch away his unfinished work.
Especially after Rose uttered that na, self-destruction imdiately stopped, and she began to rapidly regain consciousness.
At the sa mont, he felt a strong threatening presence reappear around Rose Madeline.
Just recovered from “self-destruction,” Rose’s face no longer showed signs of collapse, but an unusual anger and killing intent erged as she coldly glanced at the “husband” in front of her, ready to employ the Ultimate ans.
She would sacrifice her own soul to Summon a powerful being from the “Neutral” Camp, directly killing the “Monster” in front of her, which was yet to show its True form, a combination of her husband and the Exotic Realm Life Form.
Howard Roland seed to imdiately grasp Rose’s thoughts, and scoffed, “You wouldn’t want to do that; now all gods are still in the Awakening stage, they won’t give you a strong response, even if you barely Summon a projection, it could at best kill .”
“Guess what will happen after I die?”
“Boom!”
Along with Howard’s “Hint,” Rose suddenly felt an indescribable “Great Horror.”
A premonition arose in her heart:
Once the “Facade” of Howard Roland dies, the Exotic Realm Life Form that would turn the entire world into desolation and dead land will be completely unleashed, and then the entire Divine Eagle Federation, and even the entire Origin Star, will have to face another world-ending Disaster.
Rose hesitated, and Howard, looking sick and maniacal, ca closer, trying to kiss his wife.
His mouth stretched to the extre, smiling disgustingly as if exaggerating in a play, he murmured, “It seems our performance has just begun, I need to modify the script temporarily, hmm, adding a new character, that dear ‘Don’, let’s invite him to our ho, it will certainly be fun.”
“Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!”
Almost right after Howard Roland finished speaking, the doorbell of Lovcek 426 was pressed.
Reviews
All reviews (0)