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Chapter 406: Lanchi Wants to Teach You About Love
Chapter 406: Lanchi Wants to Teach You About Love
Selena maintained her composure. As the chief illusionist and a renowned psychological researcher of the Protoss Empire, she refused to believe that she couldn't cure this potential mental illness.
In the room, by the terrace, she asked, "Is there nothing else you wish to do today, young master? Nothing about yourself that you want to address?"
Once again, Selena stood at a distance from Lanchi, a smile playing on her lips. The boy before her seemed untroubled by the past, unanxious about the future, and unperturbed by the present. He appeared indifferent to others' opinions, embracing the equality of all beings, and having come to terms with life and death, finding meaning in his existence.
But do people with such a mindset truly exist in this world? If they did, they would be aberrations, inspiring only fear! The Protoss Empire certainly had no record of such a monster, or she would have known of it.
Selena stifled a twisted smile. She was confident that she would find this boy's weakness. She was determined to uncover his true self and lay bare his most painful memories, relishing the prospect of the unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction it would bring her.
"I am already doing what I want to do," the boy replied calmly.
"No... that's not what I meant, young master," Selena said, her mind racing as she tried to discern what this boy was avoiding and what memories he was burying. "I mean, if you could have anything you desired, would you still choose to spend a quiet day here?"
She had finally adjusted her line of questioning.
The boy hesitated, as if considering her words.
Selena's heart swelled with joy and anticipation, struggling to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching.
She had found it.
Soon, she would witness the ugly, bloody truth beneath this polished and elegant exterior.
However, when faced with such a direct question...
"Because I have already achieved my heart's desires, I choose to spend this quiet day here," the boy replied, his voice soft and magnetic. Each word he spoke seemed carefully chosen, inexplicably plucking at the strings of Selena's heart.
"And what about you?" he turned to her, his green eyes seeming to see right through her.
As he gazed at her, Selena felt her thoughts being gently guided by his.
"Me?" she echoed, her mind going blank.
She had never encountered such a look in her eyes—a look that seemed to offer something she had never truly received in her life.
The boy nodded. "I hope for your happiness as well. Is there anything I can do to help you?" he added with certainty.
Selena was taken aback by the question. Why, in the midst of his gentle world, was he offering kindness to others? His heart painted a picture of an ideal world without pain or conflict.
Could it be that this world was not created to heal his own wounds but rather to represent an ideal he knew could never be attained?
Selena felt a sense of peace and tranquility she had never known before, as if this world truly were an ideal haven.
Yet, it also instinctively felt dangerous.
No, as she delved deeper into conversation with this boy, she felt her thoughts revolving more and more around his will.
She felt as though he was leading her by the nose, her emotions swayed by him despite her supposed control over the situation.
She had almost fallen for his trick a moment ago.
There was nothing in this world that she couldn't understand.
This was why she could maintain her firmness and ruthlessness, not indulging in the gentle trap before her.
"Being able to help you, young master, is my happiness and duty. You need not worry about me," Selena replied, striving to maintain a gentleness she rarely showed, posing as a gentle, kind, and professional maid.
Now, she needed to steer the conversation back to him and prevent him from sidetracking her. She had to start over and engage him in another round of questioning.
The boy finally put down his paintbrush and looked at her intently upon hearing her words.
"That won't do. If everyone in the world is happy, it won't do to have just you unhappy. That's not acceptable."
"..." Selena froze in her tracks at these words.
... Was she unhappy?
"What... what are you talking about?" Selena forced a smile and asked politely.
"A person who is truly happy tends not to dwell too much on the happiness of others. That's why I'm concerned about you." The boy replied.
His words carried a sincerity that felt like genuine pity, as if he would show the same concern for anyone he encountered in this world.
"No, I am happy." Selena clutched the tray tightly, unsure of the meaning behind his gaze or perhaps unable to accept this piercing look that made her feel like her skin was peeling off.
Seeing the misfortunes of others in the Minus Fourth Level of the prison brought her endless joy. How could she be unhappy?
"I am already content with my life, so why would I need your pity?" Selena replied.
The boy's words resonated in her ears, refusing to fade away.
"Since you are moved by my words, it shows that you need my help. You yearn to continue this conversation with me to understand yourself and your life, which you have never been able to comprehend." His words seemed to have a magical power that made one forget their original purpose and self, stirring up restless and turbulent emotions.
It was true that her own unhappiness made her enjoy seeing the misfortunes of others.
But for the first time, she realized that in this perfect world, she was like a clown, the only unhappy person.
Could it be that in the real world, he saw her as a pitiful creature in need of help?
"You're fcking delusional!! Go to hell with your pity!! I don't want it!!!" Selena shouted, her fists clenched tightly and her body leaning forward.
How could there be such a saintly person with no wounds or deep desires in his heart, whose sole wish was for the happiness of others? It was disgusting! How could there be such a person?!
Why did such a person exist? Selena suddenly snapped out of her daze, realizing that her words might have just alerted him to the fact that this was a dream.
But why hadn't the dream collapsed yet?
"... " The boy didn't seem too surprised by her outburst and continued to sit in front of the canvas, his slow and leisurely brushstrokes uninterrupted.
"As I thought... this is a dream world." The boy spoke to himself, his back turned to her, but his lips still curved in a faint, knowing smile, "I knew this world was full of loopholes, and a perfect world doesn't exist. It's impossible to create, and it's a dream that I knew I could never realize... I wanted to keep playing along and see where its limits were."
After finishing his last stroke, he stretched lazily in front of the canvas, as if ready to return to reality.
"Just what are you?" Selena couldn't bring herself to care about the turmoil he had caused in her heart. She was now certain that there was something very wrong with this guy! From the beginning, he had probably been playing along with her, or perhaps even playing along with this 'Fallen Gentle Land.'
As a seventh-rank illusionist, she knew how powerful this demon magic was, considered one of the pinnacles of illusion magic.
For a demon to break free from the 'Fallen Gentle Land' at first contact, they would have to be a psychologically abnormal freak, far exceeding the limits of human logic and even demon logic.
And this guy...
The Minus Fourth Level was a trial for powerful demons, but why had it become a trial for him?
(End of Chapter)
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