Chapter 278: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_2 Chapter 278: Chapter 240: The Toll of Hell_2 “Is this sothing to celebrate?” the demure girl voiced the very sa thought Demilo wanted to express.
“Yay, party!” the tall girl and adorable boy cheered together.
“Are we going to live co-ed?” Demilo asked the first question as they entered.
“Yeah, the boss said all-male or all-female quarters are troubleso, but co-ed living could bring mutual supervision, at least keeping the nonsense to a minimum… He even said that’s his managent secret!”
However, the risks of co-ed living were… Right, those risks don’t matter here.
“Then, let’s move to the next part!” the pretty person nonchalantly put down a basin of clothes. “Let help you pick a nice, suitable na for a newcor!”
“Here we go again…” the other three sighed helplessly.
“It is indeed ti to pick a new na to cut ties with the past,” Demilo nodded. “After all…”
The pretty person shook her head with a smile, “Nope, the new na isn’t for discarding the past but for embracing the future. Think about it, our initial nas weren’t chosen by us, yet they are supposed to accompany us for life, which is so unreasonable. Picking a new na ans we are taking control of our own future, and saying goodbye to the Fate that dislikes us!”
If not for hearing this statent in the workers’ dormitory of Dove Fish Cage, Demilo might have nodded in agreent.
“So, are you willing to let choose your na?”
“Whatever you think best.”
“Great!” The pretty person took out a frequently flipped, crumbled book from the bookshelf.
“What’s this book?” Demilo inquired.
“Starry Poems,” the pretty person replied. “A poet nad each star in the sky and assigned various anings to them, making it perfect to reference for nas!”
“Each star… That would be thousands, right?”
“More than that! So you can find any great na, like Anlilian, aning the fragrance of ink on a book page.”
The demure girl tilted her head to the side.
“Roia, aning the joyous sunlight.”
The adorable boy looked up, his entire being radiating warmth, even though no sunlight reached him.
“Or Silena, aning Seven-colored butterfly.”
The tall girl twirled on the spot, her skirt swirling, her na personified.
“And then… Ah, it’s decided then, Demilo! From now on, you’ll be called Demilo!” The pretty person hurriedly settled on soone’s na for life.
“Does it have any aning?”
“Demilo, aning the rock in Rapid Stream,” the pretty person said with a smile. “It represents that you’ll never be defeated by Fate.”
“What about you? What’s your na?”
Anlilian, Roia, and Silena showed a ‘finally, it’s coming’ expression.
“And I’m aweso!”
Jumping onto the couch, the pretty person adopted a boastful pose as if about to transform, “Representing dominance as ‘Vos’, and aning conquest as ‘Loda’, my na is Vosloda, aning I rule over Fate and conquer all!”
Ridiculously indescribable. Demilo and the other three exchanged glances, reaching a unanimous consensus with the stranger they had just t.
“In any case.”
The pretty person ca over and hugged Demilo closely, giggling, “Demilo, welco.”
After two years, Demilo felt the warmth of an embrace once more, his face, numbed by the tornt of Fate, softened for the first ti.
Fate had taken all his capital yet granted him a loan even when his credit was negative.
This was Demilo’s first eting with Vosloda, and it was the most critical mont in Demilo’s life.
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
The sound of snake-dragons scraping against the ground disturbed Demilo’s beautiful dream. He opened his eyes to find his right hand raised, seemingly trying to grasp sothing non-existent.
Soon, he thought, I’m about to understand what I felt at that mont.
I’m about to reclaim my heartbeat.
Demilo touched his chest, where it was empty.
This was the toll every soul had to pay when crossing the Level Six of Hell, where all emotions were stripped away in Hell, leaving only pure mories to reach the Void Realm. And those souls ‘activated’ by the Divine Lord were only crippled lives born of mories.
Having never had a physical body, naturally, they had no heartbeat and no emotions.
No matter how many tis he reviewed his mories, he could never truly understand ‘Demilo’s’ real feelings, much like poking soone else’s nose with a finger, unable to feel real joy.
Death’s veil separated him from his mories.
The only solution was to retrieve the Fragnts left in Hell, to nd the gaps in his soul and restart his decaying heart.
And such a Miracle, unquestionably, could only be perford by the Divine Lord; thus, he had been fighting for the Divine Lord from the mont he was born.
Level Six of Hell, six Fragnts, the rit he had accumulated was nearly enough to redeem the first Fragnt, and by then, he imagined he might begin to understand why Demilo had so valued his first encounter with Vosloda.
Soon, very soon, just a few more decades to go, after all, it had been over a thousand years…
Turning his head, Demilo noticed the snake-dragons seed rebellious—daring not to move even a single ordinary resource. What audacity.
No, that’s not right.
At that mont, the Shepherd Star finally focused and observed the surroundings. He noted a thin layer of dust on the ground and the disappearance of any raw materials around the cavern. Along with the entire family of Power Wolves missing neatly, this headed in one possible direction—all materials had been moved away.
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