I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Home, for Yun You, is a word that she has been estranged from for a long time.

Since she started living alone, Yun You has stayed in many places.

There are quite a few places that can provide her with a hiding place: bridge holes, cement pipes, scrap stations, guardrooms...

Among them, there are also some relatively comfortable residences, like the workers' dormitory she lived in before, and the guesthouse she is staying in now.

These places, in terms of facilities or environment, are much better than the "home" she used to have in the slums. After all, the house was old and dilapidated, with traces of smoke and fire everywhere, and the water heater would freeze in winter...

But Yun You still couldn't regard them as "home," at most just "places to stay."

The place that could be called home is only this one.

Perhaps in the little girl's heart, only the place where her parents also reside can be her home.

In the past, Yun You always thought that she would never be able to go home again.

No matter how strong she became, no matter how many enemies she defeated, she couldn't return to that tattered but incredibly warm little house, nor see the people she wanted to see.

But now, in her dreams, she has returned here, to the little house she didn't dare to recall even in her dreams, and met the people she longed to see day and night.

Yun You felt a bit lost, and the corners of her eyes uncontrollably became moist.

The scene before her, a family of three sitting around the table eating, was so familiar...

Her father, Yun Jiang, was an optimist. As the head of the family, he knew that he bore the responsibility of carrying the family and knew that his attitude would affect the atmosphere of the entire home, so he never told his wife and daughter how hard his work was.

No matter how tired or bitter he was, this man would only tell some interesting stories he encountered at work, swallowing down exhaustion and bitterness.

And as the daughter, Yun You, though the material conditions were somewhat lacking since childhood and she would voluntarily go out to scavenge some scraps to help with household expenses, most of the time, as a child, she would use to make noise and play...

So she liked to talk at the dinner table about her experiences, such as being rejected because of her red eyes but turning the tables to set a trap and gave those who bullied her a hard time; or how she found two bottles of canned meat that were only a few decades expired while passing by the garbage dump today.

As for her mother, Jiu Xiang, she was a woman of few words.

But this wasn't because of introversion; rather, she preferred listening to her husband's and daughter's experiences over telling her own stories.

She always sat quietly aside, watching Yun You earnestly complaining, listening to her husband's storytelling, and occasionally serving two plates of delicious dishes, listening to their exclamations and praises, and then revealing that happy smile.

These once plain yet happy daily routines, for Yun You now, are a beautiful dream she cannot attain.

Her body trembled like sieved chaff, and her mind found it difficult to think calmly.

Because at this moment, all the emotions she had deeply suppressed in her mind burst forth.

Happiness, anger, hatred, madness, unattainable desire, and... love.

All these emotions intertwined, continuously mixed, slowly becoming a sour and gloomy feeling, filling Yun You's heart.

She couldn't ignore it.

"Calm down, Yun You, calm down."

"Haven't you always been able to maintain a calm mindset? Even when facing death, haven't you been very steady? Why... why can't you calm down?"

"You must calm down, you have no other choice."

The little girl clenched her fists tightly, and not until her nails dug into her flesh, feeling that piercing pain, did she regain a slight ability to think.

"You know very well that all of this is false, nothing but a dream, isn't it?"

Yun You questioned herself, and indeed, this was the fact.

Whether everything before her eyes was real or fake, she, the person involved, was clearer than anyone.

Her beloved father and mother had passed away a year ago, taken before her eyes, in such a cruel manner...

In Yun You's heart, she should have been mentally prepared long ago and should have abandoned all illusions by now.

She could even pass the hurdle of death, so why would she hesitate over an illusion?"

The little girl always thought she had overcome her "Heart Demon."

Moreover, it was obvious that all of this was fake.

Although she hadn't heard the rules of that "Cyberspace," she clearly knew that the real her was most likely still lying in that coffin in the corridor.

She must find a way to break through this Illusion Realm.

"Isn't it just a false illusion? Abandon it, destroy it, do what you should do."

"She has more important things to do, staying in the past is meaningless."

"Meaningless..."

The little girl did indeed think so.

When thinking in her mind, people are always confident.

But when it came time to act, Yun You hesitated.

Ultimately, she hadn't overcome her "Heart Demon," nor was she prepared for it.

She was even hesitating on what to "say," on how to try to break the illusion in the gentlest way possible, without hurting her illusory parents.

"How about... saying I have something to do, then go out and shatter this dream where they can't see me?"

"No, that won't work... Mom would definitely worry and follow me out if she saw me run out without even finishing my strawberry pudding."

"Then how about just running away? Anyway, with my current physique, they definitely won't catch me..."

"Hmm... still not okay. With dad's personality, if I disappear, he'll definitely panic and look for me everywhere, possibly getting hurt."

"Think again, Yun You, there must be a way."

The little girl pondered hard, long-term fatigue and tension causing her complexion to pale and darken, looking somewhat unsightly...

After quite a while, she finally thought of a reluctantly perfect excuse.

"Saying it like this, neither dad nor mom should be sad."

She thought and then opened her mouth, intending to utter the words stuck in her heart.

But just then, Yun Jiang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke first.

"Ah You."

The father had been silently watching his daughter, staring for a long time, his eyes slowly turning a bit sad, his tone also carrying a hint of worry.

"You look very tired, not well."

"You've probably been very exhausted lately, maybe even sad?"

"You need to rest well, Ah You, do you remember what dad always said to you?"

"People always find a way, but the premise is their own health."

"Relax for a while, okay? No matter how bad others are, how difficult the situation is, at least in front of mom and dad, Ah You doesn't need to stay tense."