It had been a while since Damien had literally run away after hearing that Sia was now the Champion of the Goddess Aphrodite.
It seed that whoever this lady was, she was either hella scary, or hella hot…or both?
It was such that the self proclaid half-god, half-system scurried away to do his usual calculations with context to the book of sin and choose the best path in moving forward for the both of us.
Well, that's what he had told , but I was pretty sure the guy had other ulterior motives he had not yet disclosed to .
It were tis like this when I knew that no one was keeping a watch on , not even Damien who could read my mind since he was practically living there that I let my thoughts run wild.
'I cannot trust anyone.'
'Not even Damien.'
'Not even myself.'
He had tried his best to act all these months like I was okay and it was my powers that were ssing with my mine but I knew better.
Ever since I had left my farewell party and that random outburst of insanity I had, I knew there was sothing wrong with my brain.
Because that was not how I would have reacted then.
All those years of hate, bullying and hopelessness had born a sense of self in that was ready to do things that I knew pretty well I couldn't.
I had my doubts about there being sothing wrong about ntally even before Damien had rged his soul with mine.
The only thing was that everyti I lashed out or did sothing violent, my mories of that ti would turn hazy, making confused.
It was only after I started devouring souls with my skill and Damien's shitty acting that I got to know there was definitely sothing wrong with my ntal psyche.
Last ti however, even though I acted dumb and went on with him, I rember the sentient system muttering about it as well as so snippets of when I went 'berserk' according to Damien.
It was the fact that I had an alter ego.
A fucking alter ego.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I tried, I was unable to find where it was hiding in my mind so I could talk to it.
I knew that whatever fucked up version of it was, that guy was smarter than as well as more cunning.
Maybe he could help in knowing if I should trust Damien or not.
Even though he had only been helping since the start of our eting, but I don't know why there was this gut feeling inside of that I would regret following him.
Hufff
I sighed, fully ntally exhausted because of all the stress.
The worst part was that I couldn't even bring myself to fear that Daffneer princess due to all the forbidden docunts I'd browsed through.
It had made realise that no matter what had happened with her family, she was just a girl from the inside as well, fighting to find her place even…maybe.
Not to forget those R-18 posts about her hobbies and 'favourite' things that I so wished to open.
I lazily opened my system screen, browsing through my credits as I realised that perhaps I really was too rich in this post-descent world the gods had transford due to selling half of this kingdom deeds myself.
[Credits Owned: 99999999999999 ]
Damnn—
A wild thought occurred in my mind as I looked at my credits.
'Couldn't I stalk anyone in this world with the outrageous amount of money I have right now?!'
Kekekeke
Before I could think further, the door to Pixie's room opened, making instantly hide the tablet as if I was searching sothing unholy.
The girl raised an eyebrow at my weird expression but swiftly left the house, saying that grandpa was busy in the morning and he had asked her and Lucas to co at the night to take their rewards from the house treasury.
I gave the girl a 'you got lucky' type stare as she simply pulled out her tongue at and slamd the door shut at —
'This damned kitten,' I thought, unable to hide my happiness that perhaps with this chance, she might able to obtain sothing that could help her awaken so powers.
Pixie was another mystery I could not understand since when I had brought her, I had thought that she does not have powers only because she hasn't started practising yet.
It had been so many months since then and the girl still hadn't been able to gain any sort of real strength.
Body refinent techniques did not affect her at all, as if they were not ant for her physique, as for being a mage, the girl sohow did not even have a mana core inside her body, shocking even Grandpa.
He had said that the girl must have a Godly physique that has not yet awakened since that could only explain the reason why she couldn't use normal thods to gain strength.
'It must be a ritual or sothing like it had been for …' I thought, sighing.
I was only lucky to have found the ritual procedure in the Book of Sin otherwise I wouldn't have awakened my physique either.
Damien had called the original owner of my physique as Asur, one of the seven sins who ruled over Gluttony—
I still couldn't wrap my head around why and how I was born with such a great and demonly physique but I guess it may be related to the author wanting the villain to be as evil and strong as possible when he fights the Hero who has the almighty plot armour.
Thinking of the insane plot armour Azazel has because of the fucking author, my mouth couldn't help but start cussing again.
"That motherfucking author—"
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A/N: This guy really loves to cuss , huh? Guess I need to be harsher with him.
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