Loren grabbed Phoris's hand and bent it in the opposite direction. The excruciating pain forced Phoris to her knees before him.
"Weren't you acting pretty cocky when you were causing trouble earlier? Didn't expect I could actually reach through the connection and deal with you in person, did you? Still feel like barking like a dog in the future?"
"I was wrong... I'll never dare again..."
Phoris sobbed, apologizing repeatedly, but Loren still didn't let go of her hand.
"It's too late for apologies now."
Loren applied even more force, to the point where Phoris could hear the sound of bone cracking.
"We're both transmigrators. This world is fake. Only we are real. I am your only true companion..."
Seeing that begging for rcy was useless, Phoris tried another angle.
"This world is real. The love I feel is real. You are the only lie woven by the God of Dreams, and now I've seen through you.
"Besides, my thoughts are the sa as yours. If there really was a second transmigrator in this world, my first move would be figuring out how to kill him."
However, Loren wasn't in a hurry to finish her off. He was thinking about how to use Phoris to lure other Outer Gods.
"Speaking of which, you just accepted the fact that you transmigrated so calmly? Don't you miss your family?"
Since Phoris believed she was a transmigrator, whether it was true or false, she must have mories from before transmigrating. Perhaps those mories were also fake, but the emotions were real, and that was enough.
At this point, Phoris's expression suddenly twisted into sothing vicious, as if she had lost her fear of Loren:
"My mother cheated. My father was a useless waste. After discovering it, he only thought about winning my mother back. In the end, my mother falsely accused him of marital rape and had him thrown in prison. She herself took all the money and abandoned .
"My father couldn't bear the sha and stigma, so he committed suicide in prison. I hate them! I have no attachnt to that world at all!"
Phoris began to cry, leaving Loren sowhat at a loss. He had hoped to use Phoris's lingering love for her parents to attract the Goddess of Love's attention here. Now it seed that hope was dashed.
"What about your friends?"
"I have no friends. No one liked . They all mocked , treated as a joke, used to satisfy their twisted sense of superiority..."
"..."
Looking at it this way, Phoris had it pretty rough too. No wonder her psyche was warped.
But...
"What the hell does that have to do with ?"
Loren yawned, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
If Phoris were just an ordinary person with no grudge against Loren, he wouldn't mind helping her out.
But the fact was, Phoris not only wanted to kill Loren, she also wanted to kill Loren's witches.
That was Loren's bottom line, so he could not forgive her.
"I'm truly sorry, but I can't empathize with you at all. Because I'm too popular. Everyone likes , you know? On my way to find you, I even saw soone dreaming of gaining my favor. There was even soone dreaming of marrying ."
Since he couldn't attract the Goddess of Love, attracting the God of Hatred wasn't a bad alternative either. Loren continued mocking Phoris:
"Oh, right. My family is also the most perfect family. They always think of , love . The word 'love' is probably too extravagant for you, isn't it?"
Loren released Phoris's hand and began describing his family to her with vivid emotion:
"Every ti I go ho, there's a hot al waiting for . On my birthday, they try everything to give a surprise, even though sotis I forget my own birthday.
"I need to finish you off quickly and get back. My family is waiting for . Every ti I return from outside, Anna jumps on and gives a big hug.
"You rember Anna, right? That little girl with the scythe who killed you over a dozen tis? She once told she's the happiest little girl in the world..."
At this point, Phoris clenched her teeth tightly, her fists balled so hard that she didn't even notice her nails digging into her palms.
She stared at Loren, looking as if she would rush forward and tear him to pieces the next mont.
So Loren struck while the iron was hot. He hugged his own shoulders, putting on an expression of blissful happiness:
"Do you know what a hug feels like? Family mbers expressing their love for each other. The mont I'm embraced, all my weariness vanishes. I feel all this effort is worth it. Not striving for myself, but for my family.
"What a pity. You'll never experience that feeling in your lifeti."
At that very mont, Phoris's body erupted with unprecedented strength. She threw a punch at Loren with all her might, yet it remained feeble.
"Do you hate ? Your pathetic life has nothing to do with . I'm simply mocking you, that's all. From what I understand, people like you bla all the suffering you endure on strangers of the opposite sex you've never even t...
"But it's fine. I'll give you this chance. Co on, repeat after . The God of Hatred, Ligoss..."
"The God of Hatred, Ligoss..."
Phoris quickly understood what was happening. She knew the God of Hatred was an Outer God, but she didn't know Its true na. Now Loren was giving her this chance, the chance to borrow power from the God of Hatred.
The mont she uttered that na, a towering, sky-filling hatred condensed into sothing tangible, and Loren smiled.
Imdiately after, the Forest of Dreams began to tremble violently. The angels finally noticed the situation here and rushed over at high speed.
The Forest of Dreams was the divine realm of the God of Dreams. If Ligoss wanted to bestow blessings upon Phoris, It would first need to contend with the God of Dreams's authority.
Moreover, judging by the nature of Outer Gods other than Cassian, They would definitely want to use this opportunity to completely deal with the God of Dreams, thereby tearing a hole in the defenses of the gods and eroding this world.
This was Loren's goal: to incite conflict between the God of Hatred and the God of Dreams.
Once the God of Hatred truly transmitted Its blessing here, the God of Dreams would be utterly finished, so It would absolutely never allow such a thing to happen.
This was different from when Cassian ca to cause trouble last ti. Cassian had many bizarre and strange thods; last ti was at most like throwing a stone into the enemy camp. What Ligoss was attempting was a full-frontal assault.
"Goodbye."
Loren swept a Blood Moon Condensed Light across Phoris's throat, precisely destroying her vocal cords, while simultaneously storing the damage with the Justice Card.
For Ligoss to continue Its assault, Phoris needed to serve as a coordinate. The God of Dreams would certainly kill Phoris imdiately. What Loren did was simply adding an extra layer of insurance.
Under Phoris's gaze filled with hatred, Loren recited the honorific na of the Perpetual Observer, then suddenly regained full consciousness, successfully escaping the Forest of Dreams.
"Master ntor is awake!"
The Scarecrows guarding this place imdiately gathered around upon discovering Loren had awakened. Loren also glanced around; he was the only one who had regained consciousness.
The effects of the Dream Potion hadn't worn off for the others yet.
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