Chapter 793: Chapter 664 Hell’s Ass Song
“Is this not ?”
Original Young Stan could hardly believe the massive changes in his body; a new body with exuberantly vibrant Life Force as if the power within was endless, a body anyone would desire for its beauty.
But it was not a transformation he initiated; it was a passive change, aligning involuntarily with the seemingly Primordial Paradise surrounding him.
Almost instinctively, Stan Duplessi sensed danger, especially as he realized the warnings that should be occurring in his mind were fading, and he felt a rush to blend into the paradise.
“No, I need to leave!”
Stan Duplessi sprinted across the grassland like a cheetah.
He had to leave, but he didn’t forget to take Little Snowball with him.
Because of the soul-binding and days of companionship, he had long considered Little Snowball a part of his life.
But just as he took a stride to pick up Little Snowball to leave paradise, the primitive young girl in front of him appeared, crying, her naked body open with arms wide, her long hair cascading down to her ankles, she was holding back Young Stan.
The scene was incredibly dreamlike, yet sorrowful.
Particularly as Stan Duplessi showed clear gestures of refusal, he even thought about violently pushing the girl down to the ground.
At the mont when their bodies were about to touch, the entire paradise seed to respond.
Stan felt a hindrance beneath his feet, his strong legs were being ensnared by the growing grass, a snow-white long-eared rabbit erged from the bushes, holding a short flute, performing a tune.
Before him, a bright, thorny flower blood releasing a group of elves carrying a harp, playing slow, lodious sounds.
From the clear pond, rmaids surfaced, lifting their heads and revealing their slender, beautiful necks, beginning to sing.
A bit further in the forest, poisonous snakes with human arms, toads with raspberry-shaped heads, and a blue giant bird with three heads… these peculiar creatures each holding flutes, harps, and big drums, began to play music together.
This was an incredibly enchanting tune, as if encapsulating all profound truths.
Within it, one could find answers to any doubts, and also experience unprecedented peace, joy, and pleasure.
Almost imdiately, Stan Duplessi halted in his tracks.
He let go of “Little Snowball” in his arms, involuntarily opened his arms, and embraced the primitive young girl.
Warmth and pleasure subrged him like a tide.
The music, increasingly lodious, began to perate every corner of the “Primordial Paradise”.
When Stan Duplessi, as the Original Young Stan, and the girl completed the highly sacred initial Forbidden Fruit Ritual in the paradise, it seed like a switch had been flipped, and the originally pure, primitive, even sacred-feeling paradise began to subtly transform.
Various desires began to manifest.
Stan and the girl indulged in the rituals crazily, rmaids, elves, poisonous snakes, giant birds… these already bizarre creatures, their bodies wildly mutated, the berries, flowers, trees growing wildly, pink rain falling from the sky, reasoning and restraint being completely drowned, desires surging…
As all these changes occurred, the tune continued to play.
Oddly, this scene, seemingly corrupted after mutation, should have been dirty, dark, or blood-red in color.
But at this mont, the paradise exhibited an unbelievable “candy color”.
Bright, making any sober creature feel extrely uncomfortable.
…
In the Dream Tower, in front of the projection screen, Gluttony, Night Beast, and Elf, three utterly loyal spectators, currently had very troubled expressions.
Their features were contorted as if they had encountered sothing nauseating.
Especially when they saw that the incredibly adorable junior “Little Snowball”, falling and corrupting as its master was polluted, contaminated as a part belonging to Stan Duplessi’s soul, continuously devouring large, bright berries, eventually turning into a plump pink pig.
In an instant, the three creatures felt both disgusted and horrified, as if in the middle of binge-watching, they were suddenly force-fed a mouthful of excrent.
This clearly wasn’t a pleasant experience, but they couldn’t do anything about it.
Even Tang Qi couldn’t do anything.
“The content of the trial is simple and crude; failing to pass implies not being a follower needed by the Dream Kingdom.”
A thought arose, and Tang Qi no longer paid attention to the changes within the paradise.
The breeding of desires was endless.
Soon, as rationality disappeared, the originally monotonous Primordial Paradise began to spawn various bizarre creatures out of nowhere.
Humans, also weren’t just Stan Duplessi and that primitive young girl anymore.
A large number of primitive humans were born, and together with other peculiar creatures, they acknowledged Stan Duplessi as the “King”, collectively constructing bizarre buildings like twisted labyrinths, small hills made of stacked flesh, and fortresses resembling so kind of organ…
Everyone indulged unrestrainedly.
These indulgent and uncontrolled scenes should appear filthy, fallen.
But because of the candy-like bright colors, a primordial and innocent atmosphere was rendered.
Stan Duplessi, lost in it, his eyes gradually beca vacant, he seed unable to feel the passage of ti anymore, endless desires surged, making his soul numb, with no other thoughts but to sink.
He couldn’t even sense his own body anymore; he seed to have beco part of desire, wandering in this boundless paradise with the constant music notes.
Wherever he arrived, he was warmly welcod, no matter how bizarre the creatures, no matter how grotesque the scenery, they all greeted him like a king, surrounding him, continuing to indulge in pleasures or so desires.
Gradually, he began to feel no joy.
The end of numbness… is the loss of self.
“I’m about to disappear!”
Suddenly, Stan Duplessi’s eyes moved.
Imdiately, he looked down with so difficulty, at what he had beco.
He still maintained a human form, but unknowingly, his hair had fallen out completely, his skin had beco transparent, and one could vaguely see that his belly was empty, flesh, organs, veins, bones all gone, including his head.
“I’m only left with a skin? Will it also disappear?”
Stan Duplessi didn’t know why he could still think, he had no head.
But he didn’t want to delve into it, nor did he plan to leave, he knew he couldn’t do it.
At this mont, he was left with an incredibly strong thought, driving him, staggering forward with only his remaining skin, he ca to a deep part of the forest, where there was an enormous red cocoon, pulsating.
Like peeling petals, he struggled to tear open the outer skin of the cocoon, with the “hissing” sound, crimson blood gushed out, rapidly corroding his skin, the intense pain made him feel as if facing death.
Another thought erged, telling him, just to return to paradise and he could continue to enjoy eternal bliss.
But the mont he touched the cocoon, Stan Duplessi seed to wake up completely, his face twisted in pain, but his hands determinedly, layer by layer, peeled off the outer skin of the cocoon.
Finally, he saw deep inside the cocoon, a couple embraced together.
Their bodies were both in a primitive state, they seed indistinguishable from each other, hugging, a handle-less long sword in a diagonal thrust, pierced through their hearts, and connected together.
They each had their heads resting on the other’s shoulder, faces unable to hide their happiness and peace, very discordantly, they each held a red dagger in their hands.
Hiss!
Hiss!
The couple, stabbing each other’s bodies with the daggers.
Movents slow, determined, over and over, never stopping.
“Dad! Mom!”
Stan Duplessi seed to revert to a child again, his voice hoarse, his face extrely pained.
He desperately wanted to turn and flee, yet wanted to rge into this strange scene before him, just by taking a step, reaching out his arms, embracing them, letting that handle-less long sword also pierce through his remaining skin.
Suddenly, he took a step, and he also stretched out both hands.
The next mont, his corroded palms, riddled with holes, fiercely grasped the long sword.
“Ah”
Roaring, Stan Duplessi pulled out the long sword.
The embraced couple, their never-ending motions, suddenly froze, their bodies began lting, their heads originally resting on each other, simultaneously twisted, looking at Stan Duplessi, their faces showing not only peace but also undisguised love and… guilt.
And the young Stan they looked at, within his originally empty eyes, a calm was violently transforming, a calm that directly faced everything.
They, lted.
In an instant, the paradise went into a frenzy.
Stan Duplessi looked back, he saw, including the primitive young girl, Little Snowball turned into a big fat pig, a large number of bizarre creatures surged forward, they all stretched out their arms, to embrace him, to drag him, until he swung the handle-less long sword calmly cutting with one strike.
The candy-like bright, joy-filled paradise, suddenly twisted and disappeared.
Stan suddenly woke up, he returned to “Traveler Stan”, Little Snowball also seed as if it had never mutated, happily perched on top of his head, chirping.
But at this mont, Stan Duplessi’s gaze was completely drawn to the front, an extrely strange “Monster”, seemingly made up of various biological organs.
The monster was using its buttocks aid at him, the gradually weakening music in the air, was being played by this monster.
And the musical score, strikingly imprinted on the monster’s pale buttocks, those seemingly alive, leaping notes, contained all beings’ shared, endless desires.
But that musical score, because it was slashed by a sword, was dissipating.
The monster, was also dying.
Just as this “Monster” completely turned into nihility, Stan Duplessi suddenly heard a voice in his mind, carrying a hint of mischief.
“This piece of music, its na is… Hell’s Ass Song!”
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