Chapter 802: No Matter What, I Never Lied to You

In the dark, bloody, and silent stillness, Lynn also turned his head, his face once again breaking into that same sorrowful smile as before, as if carrying a certain anticipation as he said:

"Is that really what you think? Do you truly not see me as a monster? Are you really... not afraid of me?"

It was like a question he was asking himself.

Like an interrogation that pierced straight into the depths of his soul.

He used such a hopeful tone to gently pose this fundamental question to her.

She opened her mouth vacantly, gazing at the fragmented smile before her. It was like a mirror, and beneath that twisted form, the sorrow was like a child desperately seeking that answer from her.

Constantly trying to pretend that he didn't care about anything, burying all his fears deep in his heart, yet still so desperately hoping for recognition.

Like...

Just like...

In that instant, a wave of immense bitterness churned violently in her heart, squeezing and suffocating her until her eyes burned red.

But she still suppressed it with great effort, her massive, malformed body trembling helplessly.

Because she didn't know how to answer.

But she still wanted to say...

Like that hopeful answer she had always wanted to obtain.

"I'm not afraid of you! It's not like I... don't understand you, why would I be afraid of you! Even if your appearance changes into anything, it's not like you've actually become evil, I... why would I be afraid of you!"

She suppressed herself, her voice almost breaking into sobs, enduring with all her might, but the tears still poured uncontrollably from her eyes.

"Why would I be afraid of you!"

That cry, almost like a collapsing release of pent-up emotion, finally made her unable to hold back any longer as she screamed it out.

Heartbroken, uncontrollable, loud weeping.

The twisted form that occupied nearly the entire Alternate Dimension seemed to speak of the suppression that had been hidden away all along.

Lynn's face finally broke into a gentle smile once more.

Looking at her twisted appearance as she wept bitterly.

He gently reached out his shattered hand toward her and said:

"Yeah, you said it yourself. Why would I be afraid of you? It's not like I don't understand you, and you haven't become evil, so why would I mock you? Why wouldn't I consider you a friend?"

"You didn't look at me with strange eyes because I became this terrifying appearance, so why would you think I would look at you that way?"

"Didn't you already write down the note saying you'd be my 'girfriend'? So would I just refuse to acknowledge you because you changed into a different form? What do you think?"

It was like striking straight at her heart.

She choked back her sobs like a wounded little beast, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Just like a loli.

So fragile that it seemed a slightly stronger gust of wind would shatter her.

Lynn closed his eyes, then struggled to support his broken and twisted body, reaching out his arms that were nearly bare of flesh. Without any hesitation or reservation, he opened his arms and embraced the massive, deformed, and twisted mass of flesh before him.

Even if sticky ichor dripped down, even if there were countless fleshy synapses and cysts reeking of foul odor.

But what did that matter?

"As long as you're not afraid of me, then we'll still be good friends. That will never change. Because my heart hasn't turned evil. The cat that talked to you before was me, and the monster I am now is also me. As long as you don't despise me, I'll still like you. Because no matter what I become, I have never lied to you."

He closed his eyes, embracing her peacefully, speaking softly to her.

In the quiet, vast darkness.

The twisted and malformed flesh tissue and masses were utterly terrifying to the extreme, yet they embraced each other with such serenity.

And finally.

With a sobbing cry of collapse.

The twisted and malformed flesh tissue finally clutched Lynn tightly with all its might, sobbing desperately, as if wanting to vent all its grievances and breakdown, wanting to pour it all out to him.

But when it reached her lips, all that remained were those beast-like whimpers.

Echoing for a long time.

Because just as he said, I have never lied to you either. I have never truly become evil. So as long as you don't hate me, don't mock me, don't fear me, I will still...

Like you.

For a long time.

They held each other until the sound of sobbing grew softer and softer.

Only then did Lynn open his eyes, gently releasing his arms, smiling as he adjusted his monocle, looking at the massive, trembling, twisted mass of flesh before him and said:

"Feeling better now? So now, are you still going to cruelly expel me? I've been kicked out by you several times in a row already!"

Lynn poked her with a serious expression.

Putting on a look of anger as if about to scold her.

That expression really made one want to burst into laughter through their tears.

But she still tried her best to restrain her emotions, lowering her voice and saying:

"I... I never asked you to come... it was you who kept trying to barge in, I... that's why I kicked you out, because you're a detestable and annoying person, hmph."

As if trying to shirk responsibility. Lynn immediately shook his head and put on an extremely aggrieved expression.

"Ah... is that so? Then if I knocked before barging in next time, would that mean it doesn't count as barging? Would you not kick me out then?"

That voice choked up and let out a forceful "hmph."

"Not necessarily. Who knows."

Lynn grinned, his face breaking into a lively and sunny smile. Though his shattered cheeks still looked bloody and terrifying, it was unexpectedly bright.

He struggled to sit down cross-legged.

Propping up his chin that no longer existed, blinking as he looked at her, he said:

"So, is there anything you want to say to me? Like the backlash, or how you originally wanted to transfer it onto me but ended up getting yourself caught in it instead? Do you want to talk about it?"

The massive, twisted flesh fell silent.

She didn't respond to his words.

But as if she still wanted to receive some kind of confirmation once more, she asked in a low voice:

"Don't you... don't you at least wonder why I became this appearance now... You must be really scared, right? The Writer Sister you always fantasized about is actually this twisted and calamitous form..."

Lynn still propped up his chin, smiling warmly and said:

"No, I don't wonder, and I'm not scared."

"Wh... why..."

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, as if she had lost all confidence.

Lynn let out a breath, stretched vigorously, only for his body to fall apart like a broken doll, his organs no longer able to hold together as they spilled out with a splash.

"There doesn't need to be any reason for it. And haven't I already said it before?"

His smiling eyes were exceptionally charming.

"Whether you're a quill, a beautiful young lady, or a Behemoth, or something even more terrifying, to me, you've always been a very good friend who helped me... Ah, sorry, let me correct that slightly."

He pulled out the written note she had personally penned before from the System Space, and said seriously and solemnly:

"A girlfriend."