Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

He longed to continue down the path of this memory and see what would happen next.

He had stitched many people, but once stitched, their memories would be subjectively twisted by him...

So, this was the first time he felt something truly... beautiful from the human world.

"Fake! Fake! Fake!"

He kept repeating these two words in his mind, realizing full well that this memory wasn't his own.

But how he wished it were his!

In the world of memories stitched together, it seemed all memories were sharp knives. But suddenly, deep in his heart, there was a softness.,

Out of place with the rest of his memories.

He let out a cry of pain! Every soul in his body, every face, was also screaming in anguish.

Countless black tentacles began to flail violently, and myriad crimson eyes stared furiously, as if about to burst from their sockets.

It took a long time for him to finally force himself to stop revisiting that memory.

"Who is it! Who is it! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!! I'll stitch you under my feet! Trample you every day!"

After he finally stopped recalling that memory not his own, his naturally furious disposition returned.

He felt as though he had been challenged.

Though unsure of the method used, it was as if some strange rule had injected a memory into him!

Such a memory was a sheer mockery to him, as if taunting: look, isn't this experience beautiful? But it's not yours.

He had never been so furious before.

Yet, the real reason for his rage—he couldn't rid himself of this memory!

Even fearful of acting against his mother's wishes while immersed in the memory... he found himself yearning for such a life.

Though he had personally stitched his mother into himself, in this memory, he couldn't bear to do so.

"Aaahhhhhhh!" He cried out in pain more intense than physical cleaving.

Zhou Baiyu could never have imagined, what he considered an insignificant and boring part of his life...

Would be the downfall of a top-grade corrupted being like the one stitched together.

To Zhou Baiyu, this memory truly was insignificant, for Wang Shufen and Zhou Zeshui's love for him spanned his entire life.

Without that memory, his feelings for his parents wouldn't be affected in the slightest.

But to the stitched being...

Such beauty should not have belonged to him. In the nearly "invincible" inner world of the stitched one, there should not be such a memory.

But once he possessed an unerasable memory, it planted a weakness in his impenetrable spiritual world.

...

...

The stitched one was broken.

Zhou Baiyu was not at ease either.

Due to the traits of the God of Difference and Chaos, the memories he received were not coherent like those he had willingly given up... rather, they were fragmented.

The memories he saw were not continuous, full of gaps, like many shards of memory.

The good news was, among these shards, there truly were some of great value.

For instance, Zhou Baiyu found out... the stitched one's body was incredibly special, with all its avatars connected to the stitched one's will.

Another example was Zhou Baiyu finding out... his daughter had grown up.

In the 2.30 version, the once simple Bai Ling had now become the renowned White Witch.

He suddenly looked forward to meeting Bai Ling.

He also learned of the existence of the seven Demon Emperors. Through the stitched one's fragmented memories, he learned about the distribution of powers in the Advanced World after the end times.

Of course, this was only limited to this country.

The most valuable shard lay in the stitched one's yearning to ascend to the level of a Demon God.

It was a forbidden realm, a level hard to reach even through constant stitching.

But in the fragments, the stitched one and the leader of the Eternal Night Demons, the Eternal Night Demon King, seemed to have found one of the Gods' Relics.

An object that could propel them to a higher plane.

But fragmented memories were ultimately limited, and Zhou Baiyu only had a vague idea—

"Cooperation is a farce... The stitched one never saw the Eternal Night Demons in a serious light, his goal is to deceive them of the Gods' Relic in their possession, to undergo a unique evolution, stepping into the realm of the gods."

If at this grand assembly the Eternal Night Demons and the stitched one successfully met... the stitched one's plan might very well succeed.

Zhou Baiyu didn't know how powerful a Demon Emperor truly was. After all, the current human limit was only able to contend with Demon Kings at an early stage.

And from the firm rule of the seven Demon Emperors, it was probably a vast gap between Demon Emperor and Demon King levels.

He couldn't imagine what the realm of the Demon God, a level even higher than that of the Demon Emperor, would be like.

"We must sabotage the plan of the Eternal Night Demon and the stitched one. No matter what,"

This was the beneficial part of the intelligence Zhou Baiyu had gathered.

But where there is good news, there is naturally bad news as well.

The bad news was...

A Part of his fragmented memory almost turned Zhou Baiyu into a corrupted being.

The empathetic distortion brought on by the memory nearly changed his corruption value from -3.5 to 57 in an instant.

What the stitched one had done almost made Zhou Baiyu vomit on the spot.

In the memory, he saw the stitched one, scavenging for food like a beast through the trash cans of the apocalypse.

Wild cats and dogs were also attracted by the stench of the garbage.

Ravenous, they eyed the younger stitched one.

It was the start of a memory that made Zhou Baiyu feel nauseous.

The stitched one was not scared by these wild dogs and cats; he was too hungry. When a wild dog tried to warn him that this was its territory, the stitched one pounced on the wild dog.