Reality and story correspond to each other, and for this Irwin did it, he dragged Asmodeus into the water.
"I should have thought that you are also part of the story."
Irwin stared at Asmode who appeared again. He could clearly feel that Asmode's power was weakened by the story. She was no longer the pure devil, but under Irwin's narrative.
, gradually transformed into what he remembered thirty-three years ago.
When the devil affects Irwin, Irwin also affects the devil, like two intersecting thunderbolts tearing apart the broken lightning tree.
Asmodeus was forced to use the identity card and became the posture described by Irwin. With the change of personality, Asmodeus was no longer as evil as before, but was filled with the emotions stripped away from himself.
Filled with mortal nature.
"Then what? How do you continue writing your story?"
Asmodeus did not feel the slightest panic, but looked at Irwin with great interest. She did not expect that Irwin could come up with such a method. The devil's part was excited by this change, and the part that belonged to the separation emotion also
I felt overjoyed at the familiarity I felt when I saw Irwin.
Irwin asked, "I'm still wondering...did I trap the devil?"
"That's right."
Asmodeus moved his five fingers. The power of reality shattering was determined by Irwin. He shaped reality, along with himself. She hadn't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time. The sad mortal was still thinking of ways to resist.
"What do you want to do?" Asmodeus smiled at Irwin, showing off his soft waist, "You can do whatever you want."
"No……"
Irwin had already seen through the illusion, and he didn't care about Asmodeus's temptation.
"how about you?"
Irwin asked again into nothingness, "How long are you going to look at it?"
Belphegor appeared from the void, and this mortal gave him a lot of surprises. Now his curiosity was aroused by Irwin, and he looked forward to what would happen next.
Irving asked, "Do you think you're playing the sun?"
"Isn't it?" Belphegor asked, "I will not give you any influence, just like I will not influence your creation."
"Is this a mercy?"
Irwin turned the chair over and kept turning his head, making his neck stiff. "Asmodeus tortured me, and you acted as a good guy, ready to lend a helping hand to me at any time."
"No... no, you two are the same. You are both devils and pure evil. You just have different stances."
Irwin gradually came out of despair. He knew that someone was coming to save him, and he had to resist, "You are just using Asmode, using her to get my soul."
"I can't think of any reason for you to refuse," Belphegor shook his head. "Isn't The Endless Poems not tempting?"
""Endless Poems"..."
During the adventure in the Happy Garden, Irwin heard Canary talk about this. Canary was full of expectations for the work that covered all human artistic achievements, but felt extremely painful because it was out of reach.
Irwin suddenly said, "Don't you feel conflicted?"
"Obviously it is endless, but it is actually limited.
It was obviously created by humans, but it will be born after the end of humans.
Like an unattainable dream, an unattainable deception.”
Irwin laughed at Belphegor, "And why do I have to believe in you to read all this? Poetry belongs to humans, and you are just a devil."
Belphegor was stunned. He had always felt that he had a chance to win. He was the person who could understand Irvin best. But at this moment, he was laughed at loudly by Irwin, as if all his pursuits were in vain.
"Humanity will defeat you, just like the hunters in the story defeated the monsters. Humanity will not end, and neither will poetry!"
Irwin's voice stopped, he thought about it, and shouted loudly.
"Ha! Is this a punishment for the devil?"
His body was shaking with excitement, "The more you pursue something, the less you will get it, just like your stubborn pursuit of "Endless Poems"!"
The typewriter rustled, and new lines of text appeared on the page.
"I saw through the devil's plot, and I laughed loudly at all of them!"
Irwin declared to Belphegor frantically, telling his thoughts furiously.
"No...it shouldn't be like this.
Poetry cannot end! The pen should not be held in the hands of the devil, it should be held in the hands of humans. New poems will continue to be born, and it will last forever!
The poem will never be finished, and what you are chasing is just a dream!"
Facing Irwin's ridicule, Belphegor said nothing. He did not punish him, nor did he look angry. He just stared at Irwin like a calm sun for a long time.
"What's the point? Irwin."
After a long time, Belphegor asked, "Actually, you understand that human beings are destined to die out. It may be thousands of years later, it may be tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years... there will always be a day."
"At that time, all human creations will equally lose their meaning and turn into desolate ruins. What a scene of nothingness that will be.
But I'm different, I will record everything about you, and I will witness your existence, isn't that enough?"
Irwin shook his head and sighed, "I thought the devil would be smarter."
Then he said with even more arrogance, "Besides, who do you think you are, Belphegor, you are just a devil.
You don’t love humans, you love yourself and your selfish desires!”
Irwin laughed loudly, and Belphegor felt that Irwin might have really gone crazy. Under the heavy pressure, this poor mortal collapsed completely and slid into the abyss. His body was dying, and his spirit was also dying.
With the decline of the world, Canjin's soul is constantly being swallowed by darkness until it completely falls.
Belphegor thought that he might have lost, but Asmodeus had not won either. He began to feel sorry for Irwin's soul. A talented person like him should not become a victim of strife.
At this moment, Irwin walked towards Asmode again. From a certain moment, Irwin seemed to have woken up. He was no longer the plaything of the devils. The situation was reversed and he took the lead.
Irwin looked at her eagerly, opened his hands as if to hug Asmodeus, walked slowly to her, and hugged her affectionately while talking.
"My dear Asmodeus."
Irwin whispered in her ear, like an old friend reunited, "Actually, you and Belphegor are the same as all the devils, right?"
"You are so eager for strong emotional stimulation that you do not hesitate to get out identity cards one after another, create that evil singing band, bestow those abominable blessings on believers, and also collect those crazy things.
You did all this just to seek the ups and downs of emotions, so does that mean that in fact you can’t feel anything?”
Asmodeus's smile froze, and her face seemed to be frozen. The deeply hidden secret was easily caught by Irwin. She wanted to stop Irwin from continuing to speak, but her body refused to obey her.
While the article was being narrated, the typewriter quickly churned out the pages, with densely packed text arranged on them.
Irwin's expression at this moment was like an evil ghost crawling out of the grave. He used words as knives to cut Asmodeus, leaving her riddled with holes and bruises.
Every note made Asmodeus become more ferocious, as if a secret had been revealed and he was ashamed.
"You can't feel anything, no emotions exist. Under your body, all you have is an empty, boring, dark soul without any ups and downs.
That’s why you stubbornly pursue sensory stimulation, trying to make your pale heart beat!"
Irwin looked at her pitifully and condescendingly.
"You are so pathetic, Asmodeus."
"Shut up!"
Asmodeus angrily scolded Irwin, punched forward, and his slender white palm penetrated Irwin's abdomen easily, and her skin was dyed red with blood.
Irwin seemed to feel no pain and still maintained his pitiful attitude, which deeply hurt Asmodeus. In the past, she would not be so easily angered, but under the constraints of the story,
Her devilish side is weakened, and the humanity of the identity card is amplified.
Asmodeus was furious.
"I curse you, Irwin, and I curse everyone in the story. You will all be tortured and cry bitterly!"
Scarlet words were printed on the snow-white paper, and the power of distorting reality came to the world. Crazy hallucinations flashed back in front of Irwin's eyes. Irwin saw all the sadness in his past, but he laughed because of it.
Irwin never thought about joining any party, and he never looked down upon any devil from the beginning.
A reader once asked Irwin that in the stories he wrote, hunters are like dark heroes who are not afraid of life and death and choose to fight monsters. Even if they die in battle, no one knows, they never flinch.
Readers want to know whether Irwin, who wrote such a story, would make the same choice as his characters if he really encountered such a dilemma.
Irwin couldn't answer the question then, but now he thought he could with pride.
he can.
…
After chopping up the last resurrected dead, Bologo found his way up deep in the dark cave.
"It looks like this is the way to the dungeon."
Boluogo turned around and said to the others. With the faint light of the cauldron flames, he could see large areas of corpses piled up on the ground, some even rising to the height of a hill.
The stories Irwin told were all true, but he tampered with some details. For example, Irwin never mentioned that he actually killed so many demons and that he was simply an executioner.
"You know? I sometimes think that if Irvin becomes a Condenser, he might also become the Rookie of the Year."
Bologg swung his sword to split the iron lock and kicked open the rickety door. The dust rushed into his face, making Bologg choke and cough repeatedly.
"I think so too."
Palmer nodded in agreement. There are not many ordinary people with such a fierce appearance as Irwin these days. If he can leave here alive, Palmer will definitely invite Irwin to Fengyuan Highlands and introduce him to Woxilin.
"There really is a dungeon here."
Aimu poked his head out furtively, and entered the dark passage. Cages were lined up on both sides. You could see many stains inside the cages, as well as hanging iron chains and various instruments of torture.
Bologg could imagine Irwin torturing demons and getting information about the extraordinary world from their mouths. The execution ability of this great writer was beyond imagination. Thinking of Irwin's original motivation, Bologg couldn't help but feel the absurdity of reality.
After passing through the dungeon and pushing open another heavy door, Boluogo and others came to a workshop. The walls were covered with cut-out newspapers, and railway operation charts were hung one after another.
The stations are marked with signs of different colors.
A pile of notebooks was piled aside. I looked through them briefly. They were full of analyzes of the extraordinary world. It seemed that this was the second workshop that Irwin mentioned. He spent a lot of time here.
to find that alluring knowledge.
Weapons piled up in the corner could also be seen, covered with a thick layer of dirt and exuding a disgusting smell of blood. Bologger guessed that Irwin must have used this thing to smash the heads of many demons.
"Everyone is ready, open this door and we will truly step into the Daisy Castle."
Boluogo took a deep breath, clenched the grip in his hand, and used all his strength to push open the last door.
Behind the door is a silent and dark corridor, covered with dust everywhere, and cobwebs are layered in the corners. Irwin mentioned these in the book. Although this lonely guy lives in this huge castle,
But the place where he lived only had the big library, and the other areas seemed abandoned.
You can see that vines have grown along the gaps between the bricks and stones, and the entire castle has gradually become unrecognizable due to the distortion of the story.
Boluogo thought he would be attacked as soon as he entered the castle, but in fact it was unexpectedly calm here. But then there were waves of sinister wind rushing through the corridors, and there was a ghostly howling sound.
Accompanying it is the sound of pages clattering.
Pieces of white paper were dancing wildly in the wind. Boluogo reached out and grabbed one of them. Shocking words were written on the page.
"I did it. I inspired the human part of Asmodeus' identity card and successfully angered her. Asmodeus wanted to kill me. In this way, with my death, this narrative
The layers will also collapse, thus preventing this disaster, right?
Ah...the torture from Asmodeus is coming, and the shock to the soul will radiate to everyone.
Hope you can survive."
Boluogo had no time to think about the information expressed by the words on the page. A strong shock came from the bricks and stones, as if a furious beast was destroying the castle.
Everyone's heartbeats fluctuated with the trembling frequency. The dust and the strong wind obscured Boluogo's vision. He heard the screams of Palmer and Aimu. He was about to turn around to help a few people, but turned around and waited.
But Boluogo's world is completely different.
The gloomy old castle was no longer replaced by dry and cracked scorched earth. With a loud bugle, soldiers covered in cysts and twisted limbs rushed out from the trenches, raised their bayonets and charged towards Boluogo.
The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of sulfur, blood and death.
Asmod's torture has come, and Bologg was dragged back to the battlefield again. After a brief period of confusion, Bologg raised his dark resentment bite, roared, and cut off the first victim of this long torture.
A head.
The leader's update will be extended for a while. Thank you boss, he is very generous.
