An illusion realm where truth and falsehood were indistinguishable.
Light converged and spiraled, weaving an illusion realm of ultimate realism before Su Nian.
The man in the illusion realm had eyes full of mockery and possessiveness, just as before.
The air was thick with that man’s unique, aggressive aura.
This time, Su Nian did not repeat the victory declaration from the day.
The cold, rough stone walls, the starry frescoes swirling on the dome, the man in the illusion realm remained in that condescending posture.
He skipped all the foreplay.
The circular bedroom reappeared again.
She only wanted to quickly calm the damned turmoil inside her body.
However, when the man in the illusion realm trapped her, when the scorching, calloused palm touched her skin, Su Nian felt something was wrong.
The touch was real.
The force was exactly as she remembered.
But everything was too… precise.
Every movement, every breath, every kiss that made her tremble was like a preset program, accurately replicating her past experiences.
He would pinch her chin here.
He would command her with a mocking tone here.
Su Nian’s body trembled in the illusion realm, but her consciousness was unprecedentedly clear.
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
The Horned Demon in the illusion realm was ultimately just an empty shell.
He had no will of his own, lacked that kind of unpredictable surprise, like a preset program, a CG animation with a fixed script.
A boring memory replay.
Calling it a real illusion realm, it was actually a memory replay led by herself.
She could even predict his next move, his next gaze.
Because all of this originated from her memory, constructed by her divine power.
After all, it was just a projection of memory, a not vivid enough illusion.
When that absurd one-woman show finally came to an end, Su Nian felt not a shred of satisfaction.
Only a more violent emptiness, and a weariness from the depths of her soul.
The illusion realm shattered with a bang.
Su Nian curled up among the cold silk bedding.
The heat deep in her body had only been temporarily suppressed, not dissipated, instead condensing into a deeper restlessness.
She seemed to understand something.
Although the Horned Demon in the illusion realm had a body identical to his real one.
But… what she wanted was never just physical satisfaction.
Rather, it was that feeling of being dominated by a stronger will, completely conquered… the feeling of falling.
And that feeling was something she could never obtain in an illusion realm on her own.
The next day.
Su Nian’s mood did not improve at all because of her victory; instead, she was enveloped by an invisible restlessness.
She needed to clear her head and go somewhere else.
After a while.
The giant dragon spread its wings and shot into the sky with her.
Her mount, Little Green, sensed the irritable aura emanating from its master and flew extremely fast.
The biting harsh wind hit her face, blowing her golden hair back, revealing that peerless face that could make even gods pale in comparison.
She flew very high, completely trampling underfoot the world that had once made her feel small and helpless.
Huge fjord waterfalls, roaring water plunging into bottomless abysses, the splashing mist refracting colorful halos in the sunlight.
Endless white cliffs, presenting a holy and aloof landscape under the sky.
Looking down at these magnificent natural wonders, the pent-up irritation in her chest seemed to be diluted a little by the vast sky and earth.
Her mood improved slightly.
But… when night fell.
When she suppressed her divine radiance, used the most ordinary light-based plastic surgery to hide her peerless appearance, and checked into a humble inn in a border town, everything reverted to its original state.
She lay in bed, tossing and turning.
Emptiness.
Heat.
That familiar, damned feeling surged savagely from the deepest part of her body, like an inextinguishable wildfire, burning away her reason inch by inch.
She didn’t even dare to easily construct an illusion realm again.
Last night’s experience made her understand that the illusion woven from her memory had become invalid.
Repeatedly “experiencing” a fixed segment would not bring any unknown stimulation.
‘What to do…’
Su Nian suddenly sat up from the bed.
Her golden hair fell in the dim candlelight, a few strands damp with sweat sticking to her burning cheeks and slender neck, highlighting that face carved by the hands of gods, now full of struggle and shame.
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to use pain to fight against the surging desire.
In one instant, a thought that even she found terrifying emerged clearly and uncontrollably in her mind.
She even wanted to tear open space and teleport back to that castle.
Back to the top-floor bedroom where she was holding him captive.
Undo the Divine Seal she had placed with her own hands.
Then…
Then apologize to that man…
Ugh.
No!
This thought exploded like a thunderclap in the depths of her soul.
Her entire body froze, her sky-blue pupils violently contracted.
‘What am I even thinking?! Go find that bastard I imprisoned myself… and solve all this? I just turned the tables, just tasted the sweetness of victory, how could I go back so soon! What does that make me? A pet that just broke free from its chains, but because it can’t stand loneliness, actively wags its tail and returns to the cage to beg for its master’s pity?! No! Absolutely not!’
Reason and instinct tore violently in her mind, almost splitting her soul in two.
‘I am a goddess, how can I be so humble!’
She finally couldn’t help it and asked the System in her heart.
“Besides going to Master, is there any other way?”
Without even realizing it, when she asked this, the ice-cold arrogant aura of a goddess had weakened, tinged with a hint of weakness.
A cold electronic voice sounded in her mind.
“Ding dong, you can use divine power to construct a special illusion realm.”
“Let… let that bastard Horned Demon’s consciousness also enter the illusion realm together?”
A buzz sounded in Su Nian’s mind.
‘What kind of joke is that! What is that? Online training?! Absurd!’
However, when that familiar, disgusting feeling of emptiness and heat surged from the depths of her body again, she calmed down.
She carefully thought about the System’s absurd proposal.
It seemed… there was still a difference from directly going to the Horned Demon.
First, in reality, she had not surrendered.
She was still the victor who had him imprisoned, the supreme master of the castle.
And he, Chu Tian, that bastard Horned Demon, was just her prisoner.
This was an unshakable fact.
Second, if she only pulled his “consciousness” into the illusion realm…
That meant she was still the dominator.
The illusion realm was built from her divine power, and she was the god of that world.
She could decide the start and end of the illusion realm at any time, and even decide that bastard’s “life or death” in the illusion realm.
This thought, like a glimmer of light, illuminated her chaotic thoughts.
‘Right. I am the one in control.’
She just… just needed a “tool person.”
A tool person with its own consciousness, able to bring her unknown stimulation, able to appease this uncooperative divine body of hers.
And that bastard Horned Demon she had sealed was undoubtedly the most suitable and only candidate in the world.
As long as in the illusion realm… pretend not to know what happened.
Pretend that she and he were both pulled in by some mysterious force.
Then… pretend to be defeated…
Thinking of this, Su Nian’s heart, which had been calm for a long time, began to race uncontrollably.
‘Maybe… just try it once?’
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