NOVPUBSelena kept her expression serene.
She couldn’t possibly believe that as the chief illusionist and professional psychological researcher of the Protoss Empire, she couldn’t treat this potential mental illness.
Inside the room, by the patio.
"Is there anything else you would like to do today, young master? Something about yourself."
Selena once again stood not far from Lanci, asking with a smile.
From the young man’s current emotional state, he seemed like someone who wouldn’t dwell on his past, wouldn’t be anxious about his future, wouldn’t let current events influence his emotions, didn’t care much about other people’s opinions, treated everyone equally, understood life and death, and found meaning in his existence.
But are there really people with such mindset in this world?
If there indeed were, it would be uncannily eerie and chilling.
The Protoss Empire obviously didn’t have such freaks; otherwise, she would have heard of his name.
Selena suppressed her twisted smile, confident that she could definitely find a flaw in this young man.
She wouldn’t let the delicious catch slip away. Although the process might be difficult, if she could completely expose his true inner self and witness his most painful past, she would definitely feel an unprecedented sense of joy and satisfaction.
"I’m already doing what I want to do."
The young man replied calmly.
"No... No, young master, you might have misunderstood my meaning."
Selena quickly pondered what he might be evading and what memories he might be burying,
"I mean, if you could have anything you desired, would you still just want to peacefully spend the day here?"
She adjusted her phrasing and asked again.
The young man seemed to have thought of something and hesitated for a moment.
Selena’s heart began to flutter with anticipation, trying hard not to let her lips quiver.
She had found it.
Soon, she would be able to see the least glamorous and gruesomely raw side of him, hidden beneath his radiant exterior.
However, in response to this nearly direct question,
"Just because I’ve already got what I want, that’s why I’m spending the day in peace."
The young man’s voice, gentle and magnetic, each word carefully chosen like a stirring melody, inexplicably resonated with Selena’s heartstrings,
"What about you?"
He turned his head, his green eyes seemingly able to perceive the depths of a human heart.
As he gazed at Selena, she felt her thoughts gently drawn to him.
"Me?"
Selena uttered in a daze.
She had never seen such a gaze before, as if someone wanted to share something with her. 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
Yet, she had never truly received such a thing in her life.
The young man nodded.
"I also hope you can be happy. Is there anything I can help you with?"
He stated with conviction.
Selena felt a bit lost and didn’t know how to answer this question.
Why, in this gentle world of his, was he also thinking about offering kindness to others?
The world painted by his soul was an ideal realm free of pain and conflict.
Could it be that this world was not born to numb his inner wounds, but was an ideal world he wished to realize, knowing fully well that it was unattainable?
Selena felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility and peace, as though this world really was an ideal safe haven.
And yet, it instinctively gave her a sense of danger.
No.
As her conversation with the young man deepened, Selena increasingly felt her thoughts revolving more around the young man’s ideas.
It seemed like she was being led by the nose. Even though she should have been the one leading the conversation, it was her emotions that were constantly provoked by him.
Almost taken in by him just now.
There’s nothing she doesn’t understand in this world.
That was also why she could maintain her inner resolve, ruthless determination, and avoid indulging in this fallen wonderland.
"Helping the young master is my happiness and duty. You do not need to worry about me."
Selena tried hard to maintain a gentleness she did not have in reality, pretending to be a kind, well-behaved, and professional maid.
She still needs to focus the topic on him and avoid being sidetracked. It’s time to start another round of conversation with him.
Upon hearing her words,
The young man finally put down his paintbrush and stared at her earnestly.
"That won’t do. Everyone in the world is happy, only you are not. How can this be?"
"...?"
Selena was stunned by his words.
"Unhappy? Me?"
"What are you talking about?"
Selena squeezed out a smile and asked politely.
"A happy person seldom contemplates too much about whether others are happy. Therefore, I’m worried about you now."
The boy replied.
It was a sincere pity. It was as if he wasn’t targeting her in particular, but he would show the same concern to anybody in the world.
"No, I am happy."
Selena clenched the tray, she didn’t understand what this look meant, or she couldn’t bear this penetrating gaze that seemed to peel off her skin.
Seeing others’ misfortune in Level -4 of the prison gave her unlimited pleasure. How could she be unhappy?
"I have a fulfilling life. Why need pity?"
The young man’s words echoed in her ears and lingered.
"The fact that you are moved by my words indicates that you need my help, desire to continue talking with me, and make sense of the life that you can’t understand for yourself."
His words seemed to have a magical power to make people forget their original intentions and unsettling their hearts.
Indeed, because of her own unhappiness, she enjoyed seeing others’ misfortune.
However, it was the first time she realized that being like this in a world filled with joy made her, like a clown, the only unfortunate one.
Could it be that in the real world, in his eyes, she was such a pitiful creature who needed help?
"You’re fucking crazy! Drown yourself! I don’t need your pity!"
Selena clenched her fists, bowed forward, and cried angrily.
How could such a saint exist, without any inner wounds or deep desires, whose only wish is for others to be happy?
Disgusting, too disgusting!
What kind of person is this?!
Why does such a person exist?!
Selena suddenly came to her senses and realized that speaking her heart out like this might let him know this is a dream.
But why hasn’t the dream collapsed yet?
"..."
The young man heard her words. It was not much of a surprise for him. He just kept sitting in front of the canvas, his leisurely strokes didn’t stop.
"So… this is a dream world after all."
The boy murmured to himself, with a serene smile lingering on his face.
"I knew this world was full of flaws. A perfect world doesn’t exist, can’t be created, an impossible dream of mine...I originally wanted to play along with it a bit longer, observe its limit."
After saying this, he finished the last stroke, stretched in front of the canvas, as if ready to return to reality.
"What on earth are you?"
Without caring her emotions that have been agitated by him, Selena was convinced there was something seriously wrong with this fellow in front of her!
From the beginning, he may just have been playing with her or even with this [Fallen Wonderland].
As a seventh-order illusionist, she knew well how great the Demon Clan’s magic was, it was one of the pinnacle of illusion magic.
Demons who could break free quickly upon their first exposure to the fallen wonderland were definitely psychological anomalies, exceeding the limits of human reason and even the lore of the Demon Race.
This fellow—
Why did the trial of the Great Demon Clan on the fourth level become your trial?
