Chapter 84: The Father of Curses’ Letter

Chapter 84 The Cursed Nightmare Father's Letter

Meng Siyou had no intention of making things difficult for Luo Shengle in the first place, and with a Divine Son acting as her guarantor—it was almost like having a True God present—the entire process proceeded with remarkable speed and smoothness.

Facing Yi Fengchu, Meng Siyou hesitated several times, barely restraining the urge to ask whether he knew his "father" was gradually developing a system of worship and religious organization.

And what was the purpose behind His recent frequent activities?

But just as he was about to speak, he received a text from Jiang You, implicitly warning him:

"I have a feeling you're about to give in to your uncontrollable curiosity again."

"Please remember, our world is fragile in the face of deities. What we're not meant to know, we must not seek to uncover."

"And what the gods permit us to know will naturally be revealed to us in due time."

"As mortals, we can only follow the flow of fate."

Meng Siyou’s fingers tightened around his phone, but he raised his head with feigned nonchalance and smiled at Luo Shengle, who was waiting on the other side of the fence. "Alright, you’re free to go. Thank you for your cooperation."

The ability-suppressing handcuffs were unlocked, and Luo Shengle finally relaxed the tension in her heart.

Rubbing her stiff wrists, she walked out of the bureau’s entrance with Yi Fengchu.

After tucking away the spare apartment key and ID documents Yi Fengchu had returned to her, Luo Shengle took a deep breath of the free air and said gratefully, "Junior Yi! I really can’t thank you enough this time. Without you, I wouldn’t even know how to contact the other Ability users in City A!"

"I absolutely have to repay you properly," she said, looking at Yi Fengchu with an almost grateful gaze. "Do you prefer items from the Mysterious World or things from the real world?"

"Whatever you need, I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen!"

Moreover, if Yi Fengchu truly was as closely connected to Mr. Narrator as the forum speculated, then the latter had saved her more than once. Luo Shengle had long been troubled by her inability to repay the kindness of this kindly deity.

She thought that compared to the distant gods, she was much closer to Yi Fengchu—perhaps she could try doing something for Mr. Narrator's kin...

Yi Fengchu, hands in his pockets, ambled back and replied casually, "Senior Sister, there’s no need to be so formal. This really wasn’t a big deal—just something I could manage."

Noticing Luo Shengle’s eager gaze, he paused and added, "Though, if you have the time, you could gather more legends from the Mysterious World and tell me the stories you’ve heard in the Gods' Amusement Park."

"Compared to expensive gifts, I’m much more interested in these fascinating tales."

Luo Shengle nodded without hesitation.

She secretly wondered—Mr. Narrator also seemed to enjoy collecting stories and rumors...

Could this be some kind of hereditary interest?

The evening breeze brushed past them as the two returned to the apartment building.

Along the way, Luo Shengle found herself with many questions.

For instance, did Junior Yi know about his true origins? Was he aware of Mr. Narrator’s existence? How much did he know about the Gods’ Amusement Park and the Mysterious World?

At the start of the semester, Luo Shengle had once met Yi Fengchu’s supposed "mother" in the secular world—the two seemed to have a very close relationship.

So before seeing that forum post, she had never imagined that the two might not be biologically related...

These questions swirled in Luo Shengle’s mind, making her eyes wander occasionally. She would steal furtive glances at Yi Fengchu, observing his expression and demeanor before quickly looking away.

But she never voiced her questions, instead engaging in light conversation with him as she would with any other classmate.

Before Luo Shengle could grow too restless, the Fake Senior Sister hiding in her mind was the first to run out of patience.

While it had been meek in Yi Fengchu’s presence, now that Luo Shengle stood between them, its courage swelled, and it eagerly urged her on:

*‘Since you have so many questions, why not just ask?’*

*‘He seems quite relaxed around you anyway. If you ask while he’s in a good mood, you might actually get answers!’*

*‘As a Divine Son, if he even accidentally reveals some high-level information… do you realize what that means?’*

Its voice was like a devil’s whisper, trying to fuel Luo Shengle’s curiosity and greed. *‘Even if you can’t use or understand that knowledge, you could still sell it on the forum—auction it off.’*

*‘Information about a deity’s child? Starting at five million points, with no ceiling. If it’s about a god? Beyond valuation. You could effortlessly climb to greater heights—’*

"Tsk."

From Yi Fengchu’s perspective, Luo Shengle suddenly stopped walking. She looked irritated, swatting near her ears as if shooing away annoying flies.

"What’s wrong?"

In truth, Yi Fengchu could sense the Fake Senior Sister’s presence—he could even hear it whispering its temptations to Luo Shengle, thinking itself hidden.

But he feigned ignorance, asking for her thoughts instead.

"...Nothing," Luo Shengle replied, waving her hands near her ears again and shaking her head as if trying to dislodge the voice from her mind. "Just some annoying flies buzzing around. Disgusting."

"I hope they’ll shut up and stay far away."

She slowed her words, making her pointed remark.

Luo Shengle hadn’t forgotten her true intentions—to care for Junior Yi’s well-being and repay the kindness he and Mr. Narrator had shown her. Not...

Not to overstep boundaries and pry into his private affairs.

If she ever crossed that line, she would be ashamed of her own increasing self-interest.

Luo Shengle was someone who carefully measured her actions. She felt that since Junior Yi hadn’t brought up those matters himself, he likely didn’t want her knowing more—sometimes silence was its own form of refusal.

Yet the voice in her head wanted to use her to dig into Junior Yi’s secrets...

She found it becoming more despicable!

*‘You—’*

The Fake Senior Sister’s tone carried a hint of anger.

But after just one word, its swiftly returning rationality reminded it—Luo Shengle was the owner of this body, while it was merely a "parasite" that had to hide.

More importantly, Luo Shengle wasn’t just some ordinary mid-to-low-level Ability user. She seemed to be under the protection and blessing of "Fate," making her someone it couldn’t easily manipulate...

So the Fake Senior Sister bit back its words and fell silent.

Entering the apartment building, the narrow stairwell forced them to walk in single file up the stairs until they reached their floor.

Since Yi Fengchu already knew she was an Ability user, Luo Shengle didn’t try to hide her powers in front of him.

After opening her door, a gentle breeze swirled from her palm, lifting the spare key and placing it securely atop the doorframe.

Watching this, Yi Fengchu finally realized why she had chosen such a high place to hide it.

He deliberately paused at the doorway, and in the brief moment Luo Shengle turned to enter, Yi Fengchu reached out toward her back, subtly capturing something intangible.

Somehow, Luo Shengle felt a sudden lightness in her head, as if something annoying had left her...

Wait.

Luo Shengle’s hand on the doorknob froze as every single detail since leaving the instance flashed before her eyes, and a sense of wrongness surfaced.

A horrifying thought occurred to her—

Why hadn’t she ever mentioned the existence of that strange voice in her head to anyone?

At the Anomalous Affairs Bureau, she could have told the truth and sought help from reliable, friendly officials.

On the way back, she could have asked Junior Yi, who likely carried divine lineage, or simply prayed to Mr. Narrator...

But she had done nothing about it.

Given Luo Shengle’s understanding of her own personality, this was clearly abnormal.

It seemed that, without realizing it, she had already been influenced by that mysterious presence—despite putting up resistance and remaining wary, she had never truly tried to rid herself of it.

As if she had naturally accepted the idea that it would coexist with her...

Shuddering at the thought, Luo Shengle allowed her imagination to wander:

If a foreign consciousness were to forever lurk in her body, occasionally manipulating her actions, distorting her perceptions, and possibly harboring malicious designs toward those around her...

She could barely bring herself to contemplate it. With lingering fear, she touched the back of her head and called out experimentally a few times, finally confirming that the presence had vanished from her mind.

Had it fled elsewhere, or had Junior Yi intervened?

Luo Shengle glanced back, but the door to Yi Fengchu’s apartment was already closed, blocking her view of whatever might be transpiring inside.

......

Just beyond the wall.

Fake Senior Sister had been effortlessly extracted by Yi Fengchu and now trembled as it curled up before him.

Though it had lost its body, its current spiritual form—a black oval torso, several slender appendages beneath its abdomen, and black threads spewing from its mouth like silk from a silkworm—

Allowed Yi Fengchu to easily imagine its true form.

Most likely a giant spider monster, uttering vile curses from its mouthparts. Placed alongside the Cursed Nightmare Father, one resembled a black spider, the other a nematomorph—both insects.

*‘Bryce, Bryce, Bryce...’*

*‘Save me! Before I could even celebrate the death of the Cursed Nightmare Father, I’m about to meet my end and join Him in the Styx!’*

In fact, it might even die at the hands of the same father and son duo as the Cursed Nightmare Father...

It nearly wept at the dramatic irony of fate.

Never had Fake Senior Sister missed Bryce so much. How it wished he would materialize unpredictably from its memories, just like before!

Of course, in Fake Senior Sister’s eyes, Bryce was no paragon of virtue either—but at least it knew him well enough to believe he wouldn’t kill it without cause.

But facing this terrifying "Divine Son," everything was different!

It was certain—from those seemingly calm, inky black eyes, it saw something like... hunger.

Yes, not even killing intent, but hunger!

This meant the other party didn’t see it as a living being to communicate with, but rather as a bag of snacks, a slice of bread, a piece of candy...

Under such detached indifference, Fake Senior Sister curled its appendages tighter, wishing it could shrink until Yi Fengchu could no longer see it, vanishing entirely from his sight.

*"Are you silently calling for help?"*

Yi Fengchu chuckled, poking it with a finger. *"Forgot to mention—I can hear what you 'say' in your mind. I’ve heard everything from the start."*

Fake Senior Sister froze on the spot.

He could hear everything?

Then all those things it had whispered to Luo Shengle...

*"Mm, heard that too."* Yi Fengchu nodded with a smile, confirming its worst fears.

Fake Senior Sister’s heart sank into despair.

After a moment of resigned calm, when Yi Fengchu reached for it again, it trembled violently and shrieked:

*"Aaaaah, great Little Highness, please forgive my ignorance and insolence—I should have presented myself at once, offering you my undying loyalty!"*

Unmoved, Yi Fengchu gently reminded it, *"Isn’t it a little late for that now?"*

*"I—I..."* It hesitated briefly, then, seeing Yi Fengchu’s impatient frown, blurted out, *"I can prove my worth! I still have value!"*

As if gathering its resolve, it used the tip of an appendage to split open its oval abdomen, pulling something out.

Yi Fengchu paused, peering closer—it was a few carefully folded pages of... correspondence?

Fake Senior Sister hurriedly ingratiated, *"These are letters of the Cursed Nightmare Father that I snatched while desperately fleeing the 'old photo album.'"*

*"Even when He descended into madness and consumed His followers, He never destroyed these letters. I suspect they must hold extremely important information."*

*"After stealing them, I never once dared peek—not even once,"* it prostrated itself. *"Now I see it must have been divine providence! Such secrets are only fit for one of your exalted status..."*