Chapter 406: Ranchi Wants to Teach You Love

Selena maintained her composure.

Today she still didn't believe it. As the chief illusionist of the Protoss Empire and a professional psychologist of the empire, she couldn't cure this potential mental illness.

In the room, by the balcony.

"Does the Young Master have nothing else he wants to do today? Regarding yourself."

Selena once again stood not far from Lance, smiling and asking.

Judging from this young man's current state of mind, he seems to be completely free from dwelling on the past, worrying about the future, or being swayed by the emotions of the present moment. He is not attached to the opinions of others, treats all beings equally, sees through life and death, and has found the meaning of life.

But are there really people in this world with such a mindset?

If it really exists, then it must have gone mad with power, it would only chill people to the bone!

The Protoss Empire apparently didn't have such anomalies, otherwise I couldn't possibly not have heard his name.

Selena stifled a twisted smile, she was certain she would find the boy's weakness.

The delicious food right in front of him absolutely couldn't be let slip away. Though the process was arduous, if one could fully unveil his true self and see his deepest sorrow, it would undoubtedly bring unprecedented joy and satisfaction.

"I'm already doing what I want to do."

The boy replied calmly.

"No...no, young master, you may misunderstand what I mean."

Selena thought quickly, what was this guy avoiding? What memories was he burying?

"I mean, if you could have your wish granted, wouldn't you just want to spend a quiet day here?"

She finally adjusted her rhetoric and asked.

The young man seemed to have thought of something and hesitated for a moment.

Selena's heart began to swell with joy and anticipation, struggling to keep her smile from trembling.

There you go.

She would soon see the gruesome, mangled flesh beneath that glittering fa?ade.

However.

Faced with this almost direct question.

"Because I have already achieved what I wished for, that's why I am peacefully spending a day here."

The boy's voice was gentle and magnetic, each word like a carefully chosen melody, inexplicably touching Selena's heartstrings.

What about you?

He turned his head, his green eyes seeming to pierce right through people.

When he gazed at Selena, Selena felt her thoughts gently being led.

"Me?"

Selena spoke in a daze.

She had never seen that kind of look before, as if someone wanted to share something with her.

But she never truly received something like this in her whole life.

The young boy nodded.

"I also hope you can be happy. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

He confidently added.

Selena was a little flustered and didn't know how to answer the question.

Why, in this person's gentle world, would one still think of giving gentleness to others?

His soul painted a picture of an ideal country without pain and conflict.

Could it be that this world wasn't created to heal his inner wounds, but rather a reflection of an ideal world he yearns for, yet knows deep down is impossible to achieve?

Selena felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility, as if this world were truly a perfect haven.

It instinctively made her feel danger.

As Selena delved deeper into conversation with the young man, she increasingly found her own thoughts revolving around his intentions.

It feels like I'm being led around by the nose. I should be the one in control, but my emotions are constantly being stirred by him.

Just now, I almost got fooled by him.

There is nothing in this world that she cannot understand.

This is also the reason she can remain steadfast and ruthless in her heart, refusing to indulge herself in this falling paradise of tenderness.

"I can help Young Master, it is my happiness and duty. You needn't worry about me."

Selena tried to maintain a gentleness she didn't possess in reality, putting on the facade of a docile, kind, and professional maid.

I still need to steer the conversation back to him, I can't let him lead me astray. Then, I'll start again and engage him in another round of questioning.

A young man heard this.

Finally put down the paintbrush, and looked at her seriously.

"That won't do, everyone in the world is happy, only you aren't, how can that be?"

"...."？

After hearing this sentence, Selena froze in place.

...Is she unhappy?

"What are you saying?"

Selena managed a small smile and politely asked.

A person who is happy with themselves often doesn't delve too much into whether others are happy, so I care about you now.

The boy replied.

That was a truly sincere compassion, as if it wasn't directed at her specifically, but towards anyone who happens to be in this world, he would care for them in the same way.

"No, I am very happy."

Selena gripped the tray, unable to decipher the meaning behind those eyes, or stomach the chilling gaze that felt like it was stripping her skin away.

Seeing the misfortunes of others in the prison's fourth layer endlessly brought her infinite joy, how could that not be happiness?

“A life is already full, why should one need half a portion of pity?”

The boy's voice echoed in her ears, lingering.

Since you are moved by my words, it means you need my help, and crave to continue this conversation with me, to understand your own life that even you can't figure out.

His words seemed to have a kind of magic, able to make people forget their original purpose and self, their hearts filled with unrest.

She indeed enjoys seeing others' misfortune because of her own.

But this was the first time she realized that in this blissful world, such a self of hers felt like a clown, the only unfortunate person in the world.

Could it be that in the real world, when I am seen by others, I truly appear to be such a pathetic and helpless creature in need of assistance?

"You fucking psycho!! Go to hell!! I don't need your pity!!"

Selena clenched her fists, her body leaned forward as she shouted in anger.

How could there be such a saint, with not even a hint of trauma or deep-seated desires in their heart, whose only wish is for everyone else to find happiness?

Nauseating! So nauseating!! ?

Why are there such people?!

Why are there such people?

Selena suddenly came to her senses, stunned. Her words had gone this far, and would make the other party realize it was a dream.

But, why hasn't the dream collapsed?

"

“……”

The young man heard her words and wasn't much surprised. He simply continued to sit before the canvas, his brushstrokes still slow and steady.

"As expected... this is a dream world, isn't it?"

The young man spoke to himself with his back turned to her, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

I told you that this world is full of loopholes. It's true that a perfect world doesn't exist, it can't be built, and it's also a dream I'm destined to never achieve... I even wanted to play with it for a while longer, see where its limits were.

After finishing, he also completed the last stroke. He stretched languidly in front of the drawing board, as if ready to return to reality.

"What are you?"

Selena was too caught up in her own turmoil to care about the utter inappropriateness of the situation. She had finally convinced herself that this man before her was completely off!

From the very beginning, this thing might have been playing with itself, or even playing with this [falling gentle country].

As a seventh-rank illusionist, she knew well the greatness of this demon magic, which could be said to be one of the complexities of illusion magic.

Any demon who can instantly break free from the allure of a fallen paradise upon first contact, must be a psychological deviant, a monster that transcends human and even demonic logic.

But this guy—

The negative four layers are the Devil Race's trials, why did it become your trial?

Yesterday I finished writing four chapters and didn't sleep well. Today I'm catching up on sleep, and tomorrow I'll continue to update. I feel like I'm going to die.

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