The little devil hugged the rabbit plushie and slept exceptionally soundly.
This was the first time he slept so soundly ever since he entered this dungeon. He didn't fall into the nightmare of his future memories for the entire night. Although outside the window, there was a storm in the town, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Occasionally, thunder would strike down from the clouds and resound across the wilderness, it did not affect his sleep.
It was a dreamless night.
The little devil only woke up in the morning when the sun rose from the east.
His long, curled eyelashes fluttered for a while before he regained consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, the young man was lying beside him with his head propped up. His light pink eyes didn't look sleepy at all.
The loose sleeping robe outlined the young man's slender waist. His long white hair fell from his body and spread on the dark bed. It was as if he had woven a beautiful ribbon of moonlight.
His nostrils seemed to be tainted by the young man's cool, pinewood-like scent. It made him feel excited all of a sudden.
The little devil blinked his dark brown eyes and revealed a wide smile. "Good morning, Big Brother."
He didn't know why, but his intuition told him that Magician wasn't in a good mood.
The little devil couldn't help but recall what he had done last night.
However, he had always been very obedient when he slept. He would at most roll left and right, but he would never cross the line.
After thinking for a second, the little devil decided to take the initiative to admit his mistake. "Big Brother, did I wake you up last night?"
Zong Jiu looked at him calmly. His tone was emotionless. "What's with the thing on your back?"
The little boy froze. He then realized that he had overreacted and subconsciously hugged the rabbit plushie in his arms.
Last night, when Zong Jiu saw the scars on the little devil's back and the sinful black lines that were about to condense and precipitate, he did not act rashly and alert her. Instead, he gently put down the candlestick and fell into deep thought.
The Great Devil always wore gloves on his hands.
There were white gloves and black half-finger tactical leather gloves. Each pair of gloves happened to cover the slender fingers.
Zong Jiu had seen how he looked when he took off his gloves. The fingers on his back were covered in hideous scars. It was extremely ugly.
Those scars gradually overlapped with the scars on the little demon's back. It couldn't be said that there was no difference, only that it was exactly the same.
In addition, there were also the dense sinful black threads that wrapped around the scar.
Zong Jiu finally understood why he had been vaguely feeling out of place ever since he stepped into this small town.
The people of this small town had been using their faith to make excessive demands.
However, it didn't mean that the gods would show mercy to the earth just because there was faith.
Be it separating evil or purifying the black threads, the young pope was exhausting his own power.
"You transferred the sins of the townsfolk to yourself, didn't you?"
The white-haired youth stared deeply into his eyes. There seemed to be a whirlpool spinning in his pupils, not allowing anyone to escape.
The townspeople only needed to confess to the Pope, and the black lines on their bodies would disappear.
However, the little pope was not Jesus Christ, nor was he a God who could forgive all living beings. The sins he eliminated would not disappear, but would only be transferred to him in another way.
Just like the little demons.
Zong Jiu guessed that his ability was not to purify but to transfer.
.....
Last night, the two teams of trainees clashed.
Anthony's head hurt.
Until now, there was not a single trainee in this dungeon.
However, no one knew how many trainees would survive after tomorrow's Judgement Day.
He had already made sufficient arrangements, but it was clear that this dungeon was not simple.
The second main mission was as difficult as climbing to the sky. Putting aside the dungeon's level, the only one who could really destroy the dungeon, other than that person, was the B-level trainees' group dungeon.
However, when he talked to Magician last night, Magician gave him a definite answer, which made Anthony doubtful.
It wasn't that he didn't believe him, but Magician was an A-level just like him, and he had never heard of him having any powerful special items or abilities.
Could it be that Magician had gotten something good from the S-level blind box after winning the Halloween competition?
He thought about it for a whole night, and finally decided to bet on Magician.
They were unrelated, and they even had conflicts before, but for some reason, Anthony now had a blind trust in Zong Jiu.
If he had to describe it, it might be his intuition.
Half-vampires were always energetic at night. Today, he woke up early and was about to go upstairs with Xu Su and Zhong Yiyuan to explain his plan to Magician. However, he saw the white-haired young man walking down from the top floor with a cold face and a listless little Pope in one hand.
"Good morning, we'll talk later."
Zong Jiu nodded at them, and continued to look cold as he brought the little devil all the way to the cathedral.
"Your Holiness."
"Good morning, Your Holiness."
.....
It was a stormy night last night, and the clergy in the cathedral had a tacit understanding not to knock on the door and disturb him. Instead, they let another red-robed bishop lead the morning prayers.
The morning prayers had just ended, and everyone was surprised to see the little Pope coming down the stairs.
It was common knowledge that the Pope could not sleep well on stormy nights, and would only wake up in the afternoon. They didn't expect it to be an exception today.
Zong Jiu didn't say anything. He brought the little devil to the confessional room and pushed him to the side. He walked into the small room where the clergy listened to confessions.
"Now, confess to me."
The little devil rubbed his hair, and after a moment of silence, he said helplessly, "It's useless."
The townspeople could confess to the Pope, but who should the Pope confess to?
"Then answer my previous question."
Zong Jiu answered calmly, "Did you transfer their sins to yourself?"
This was what Zong Jiu thought was unbelievable.
To be honest, regardless of whether he was a big devil or a little devil, and even if the little devil was kind and cute, he would never sacrifice himself for others in Zong Jiu's heart.
After a long time, a muffled voice came from the other side of the door. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Ah … If I have to say, perhaps this is the meaning of my existence," the little devil said softly.
"Actually, Big Brother, you don't have to worry too much. Didn't I promise you that I will help you destroy this dungeon?"
The adult devil would never have thought that when they declared war on the highest point of the amusement park, the little devil in the dungeon would run up to the Magician and ask for cooperation. What was even more shocking was that the Magician had agreed.
If they wanted to destroy this dungeon, they had to bring back the adult devil.
Zong Jiu had asked the little devil before, and the little devil said that there was only one way to bring back the adult devil, and that was to wait until Judgement Day.
Zong Jiu had thought that Judgement Day would be the day when the dungeon's restrictions would be removed. He didn't expect it to be because the little devil was carrying so much sin.
"Big Brother, you don't have to worry about me. If the adult devil doesn't come back, not only you, but even the mentors will die in this dungeon. Because even without my ability, this body is carrying too much sin. It won't be able to survive Judgement Day. "
The little devil lowered her head and gently stroked the rabbit's long ears. "Big Brother, you know. The me that you see now isn't the real six-year-old me. It's because of the dungeon's restrictions that my personality stays at this time. In essence, I'm still him. "
The white-haired youth straightened his back and frowned.
Indeed.
The little devil he saw now wasn't a devil that had returned to being six years old.
The six-year-old little devil was already in the past. Time couldn't be reversed.
"So Big Brother, you don't have to blame yourself. I wasn't killed because I will always return to my adult form."
The child opposite him muttered something that sounded like "Although I don't want to become like that."
"So, what happened to you after you were six years old?"
Zong Jiu repeated the question he had asked earlier.
"Big Brother, are you sure you want to know?"
The little devil sighed. "I'm willing to tell Big Brother, but after I return to my adult form, my adult form will retain this memory. Although I won't be blamed, Big Brother, I don't know. "
"After all, other than me, the only one who knows this secret is the dead."
Zong Jiu was speechless.
She made it sound like if he didn't tell her, they wouldn't be enemies after the devil returned to her adult form.
If Zong Jiu was afraid of this, he wouldn't have fought with the devil 800 years ago.
"You're so stubborn."
The little devil sighed. "It's interesting. The adult me is actually very interested in this dungeon because this dungeon will, to a certain extent, reappear Big Brother's past."
Unexpectedly, not only did the devil fail to peek into Zong Jiu's past, but she also lost herself.
The little boy sat in the middle of the confession room with a conflicted expression.
"Big Brother, if you really want to know, then come here."
"But before that, Big Brother has to promise me one thing."
"What is it?" Zong Jiu opened the curtain of the confession room and sat opposite the little devil.
"Big Brother, squat down first."
The little devil's clear, dark brown eyes were filled with hope as she looked at him. He could see the bottom of her eyes with a single glance.
The white-haired youth followed his words and squatted down. He was at the same level as the little devil sitting on the chair. Their heights were now the same.
The little boy placed his hands on Magician's shoulders and lifted his head to look at him solemnly. "Although I'll be a heinous bastard in the future, a scumbag, an idiot, and a lunatic who has lost his mind, Big Brother …"
"Please be nice to him. Treat it as a personal request for me to share my past with Big Brother. Okay? "
The little devil didn't seem to want to wait for Zong Jiu's reply.
He agilely moved forward and gently kissed the young man's forehead. Then, he quickly moved away from him.
In the next second, Magician's slender body fell forward as if he had lost all his strength.
The strength of an adult was too much for a six-year-old child.
The little devil struggled to catch Magician who had his eyes closed. For the first time, he regretted not being in his adult form.
He really wanted to grow up. If he was in his adult form, he would have been able to carry Big Brother.
He thought gloomily.