Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Even so, it seems they still had to survive, because everyone here understood that pain is endless.

Just when you think this is the most painful existence, those nightmares in the ocean of night can surely shatter your perception.

Many have ultimately lost all hope, becoming shadowy husks, dispatched to the other side by the eternal night.

But more are those who cling to a meager light and survive.

They stare into the darkness that has settled in, but if one looks closely, they'll notice an extremely faint light upon them, barely illuminating anything.

This is the will to live, inherent in all living beings.

It is also the minimum light allowed by the eternally dark night demons. Any brighter, and they would suffer the torment of nightmares.

This dialogue had weighed heavily on Zhou Baiyu over the past few days.

In these days, it was not as if there weren't any good news. Zhou Baiyu, wishing to leave this place, had been making efforts to get to know the people around him, and to understand those pioneers.

Fortunately, Zhou Baiyu did find one.

This person was named Xinkui, a Mutator, and once, a remarkably passionate young person.

He was only four months younger than Zhou Baiyu. When Zhou Baiyu found Xinkui, he was sprawled on his bed, expressionless.

He had been in such a place for years. And in a world of absolute darkness, without a concept of time, spending a few years felt as long as several centuries.

Once there was a multiple-choice question—if you were offered a trillion dollars but had to spend ten million years in a desolate place where you would not age or die, would you accept it?

Xinkui's feeling probably was like staying in one place for ten million years, no, endlessly, without end. No matter how long he stayed, there was always more time awaiting him in the future.

When Zhou Baiyu found Xinkui, the latter did not respond.

Zhou Baiyu spoke of many things. Pioneers, saving the world, regaining the will to live—none of it mattered.

Even with Zhou Baiyu's eloquence, and his traits of an orator, it still didn't elicit any reaction from Xinkui.

However, after Zhou Baiyu left, Xinkui was terrified. He would slap himself frantically.

To awaken himself with the pain.

"I'm no longer a different walker! I can't return to Songjiang City! I'm just trash, waiting to rot, waiting to become one of the shadowy husks!"

"Don't be fooled by the newcomer! I don't want to see the nightmares above the night ocean again!"

Zhou Baiyu's words, in truth, had greatly impacted Xinkui.

But Xinkui was scared.

In his memory, there were many people he wished to protect, but he forcefully suppressed those thoughts, not allowing himself to miss them. He numbed himself as much as possible to everything.

Because only that way, he could avoid shining.

Only that way, he could avoid being ravaged by the nightmares from the night ocean.

He never wanted to experience such dreams where everything was being destroyed again.

However, Zhou Baiyu did not plan to give up on the Mutator so easily.

Day one.

Zhou Baiyu's visit to Xinkui failed; he didn't get any information from him.

Day two.

Xinkui glared at Zhou Baiyu, and after Zhou Baiyu left, Xinkui began to sob uncontrollably.

Day three.

Zhou Baiyu kept persuading Xinkui, stating he didn't need Xinkui to help him but just to know some information.

But Xinkui, in a frenzy, told Zhou Baiyu to leave. Deep down, however, Xinkui was curious—

What was the ambition driving this man who called himself Jiang Xianwu, continuously persuading him?

In such a dream, why did he dare to hold out hope for the future?

Where was the light on him?

Wouldn't he be destroyed by the monsters in the night ocean?

Gradually, Xinkui became curious.

But on the fifth day, Zhou Baiyu didn't see Xinkui; that day, Zhou Baiyu did something that was quite physically demanding.

The sixth day was the same, since Zhou Baiyu was unsatisfied with something and continued to make alterations.

On the seventh day, Xinkui thought Jiang Xianwu had given up. But it was on that day that he was convinced by Jiang Xianwu.

Zhou Baiyu had his trump card ready. On that day, he approached Xinkui's door, and was kept out by Xinkui.

Zhou Baiyu was not in a hurry and spoke slowly through the door:

"I won't persuade you anymore. I also promise you, from now on I will definitely not bother you, nor will I get any information from you."

"I just need you to do one thing, visit my room. Trust me, you will be happy after you go, and you will definitely believe that good things have started to happen to you."

"If you don't go, I might consider chanting your name continuously when facing nightmares in the night ocean..."

Enticement was meaningless. No one believed that good things could happen in this place.

But threats were effective. Zhou Baiyu's unscrupulous approach eventually made Xinkui waver.

I can definitely never think about leaving here, I absolutely don't believe anyone can redeem me...

He convinced himself, afraid that even a tiny additional light would appear on him.

Finally, Zhou Baiyu pulled the Mutator Xinkui to his own house.

As it was the night demon's eternal dream, in the eyes of the eternal night, everyone looked the same.

Naturally, every person's dwelling was just as simple.

Zhou Baiyu's room, to speak of it, even looked a bit more dilapidated than Xinkui's. The previous owner of the room had already become one of the shadowy husks.

Xinkui didn't understand Zhou Baiyu's intent until... he activated the Mutator's talent and saw Zhou Baiyu's bed.