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Chapter 877: The So-Called Regret (Part 2)
Chapter 877: The So-Called Regret (Part 2)
"You again."
As Emma gritted her teeth and stabbed the hairy-chinned man, cutting off his agonized wail and dragging him away from the hatch door, the dried-up little girl on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, crawled up, and glared at her discontentedly.
"How many times is this now that you've interrupted me prematurely?"
Looking at the pale-faced Emma standing before her, sword in hand, staring intently at her, the "little girl" couldn't help but tilt her head and squint as she asked, "Do you remember that from the very beginning, I specifically reminded you not to interrupt me while I listen to the crying doll, or else you'll bear the consequences? Did you not hear me, or do you not understand?"
Facing the little girl's questioning, Emma's breath quickened involuntarily, and she subconsciously took a half-step back. Still, she tightened her grip on the sword hilt and gritted her teeth in response.
"Of course, I understand! But your damn ugly play and you, as a trash Dominator, have no value in existence whatsoever!"
"Hehe."
Faced with Emma's scolding filled with hatred, the withered "little girl" shrugged indifferently and then collapsed to the ground. A tiny wooden doll, no bigger than a palm, emerged from her soul, which was filled with agony.
After stretching her body slightly, the tiny doll stepped on the little girl's vest, looked up at Emma across from her, and replied with disdain in her eyes, "What do you, a human, know? My creation, the City of Regret and the Swamp of Phantom Souls, has gained the world's recognition. Only after being purified by me can those souls filled with regret and remorse continue their journey to the Terminus Cliff and return to the world.
If I didn't handle these souls, allowing them to accumulate and linger here, the birth of living beings in the present world would undoubtedly decrease significantly. From this perspective, I'm a great benefactor to humans and even the entire present world!"
"..."
"What's wrong? Are you speechless now?"
Facing Emma, who stood before her, biting her lip and glaring, the tiny Crying Doll couldn't help but fold her arms behind her back, looking up at Emma as she spoke unhurriedly, "Remember, don't try to evaluate me with your narrow understanding. Although I do find pleasure in listening to the crying doll, these are the rewards I deserve.
Only the most heartfelt cries can erode the useless obsessions of humans, grind away the so-called regrets and remorse, and purify your filthy and heavy souls.
Only after my processing can the 'impurities' in your souls be removed, preventing them from returning to the origin along the Terminus Cliff and causing pollution to the entire world...
Forget it, why am I even explaining this to you?"
Seeing that she had patiently explained herself, yet the woman still stubbornly glared at her, the Crying Doll, who controlled the City of Regret, couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened. She shook her head and then announced.
"You don't need to understand my greatness. As humans, you only need to obediently endure... Also, since you interrupted his crying, repay it with your own!"
After declaring her next target, the Crying Doll's neck bent ninety degrees downward. She glanced into the cabin below through the deck and, after a slight hesitation, looked up again with interest.
"From the perspective of material, you're much better than that bearded man... His regret is not being able to save his daughter; he only lost one family member. But you directly caused the death of your entire clan.
Hmm... There are quite a few from your clan who harbor resentment towards you, and many more linger here. So, who do you plan to face first? Your father? Your mother? Or perhaps you'd like to relive the execution of your entire clan... Hmm..."
As Emma stared back at him, her eyes filled with fear yet an odd spark of determination, the wooden eyebrows of the Crying Doll quivered lifelike. With a hint of surprise, it asked,
"You seem a little different from before."
Different?
Emma paused, sensing the underlying meaning behind the doll's words. She tightened her grip on her slender sword, holding fast to her inner conviction, ready to endure the impending torment.
Oddly, after asking the question, the Crying Doll paused, not rushing to summon the souls of Emma's parents to torment her. Instead, it fixed its gaze on her eyes, deep in thought.
...
The strange spark in this woman's eyes was rare, but not entirely unfamiliar to the doll in its long existence. It was a courage born from a strong 'fulcrum', a determination to face fears head-on, no matter the cost.
This annoying resilience enveloped her soul, ensuring that no matter the blows she endured, she wouldn't completely break until that fulcrum was shattered. Eventually, she would recover with its support.
This incomplete despair, while still serving its purpose of filling the doll's 'appetite', was like boiled chicken breast in saltwater—bland and unappetizing.
The key, therefore, lay in breaking that fulcrum!
The doll studied Emma's eyes for a moment, and a realization seemed to dawn on it. Its wooden mouth curled into a malicious smile.
"You want to leave this place alive, to watch your daughter grow up, don't you?"
"What?!"
At the doll's words, Emma's heart clenched. She tightened her grip on the sword hilt and demanded,
"What do you mean?"
Please... Support... 6... 9... Book...!
"I mean your fulcrum is strong, but it's surprisingly simple... and foolish."
The wooden neck twisted slightly, emitting a creaking sound, as the Crying Doll observed Emma's tense expression. With a smile, it asked,
"Do you know about the Flesh-receiving Doe?"
...
Oh no!
Hearing the name Flesh-receiving Doe through little Ellie's dream, Lyon's heart tightened in the present world, but he was powerless to stop what was happening. He could only watch as the Crying Doll spoke.
"That doe has been trying to cross the boundary between life and death, seeking a physical body independent of her soul. And the child you consider your hope is less your daughter and more a failed attempt at her own embodiment."
"What... What are you talking about?!"
"Is my explanation difficult to understand?"
As Emma's eyes widened in shock, the Crying Doll tilted its wooden head and said with emphasis,
"Your daughter is the body that doe arranged for herself, and the source of your clan's tragic fate!"
(End of Chapter)
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