What do you mean you also want to return to the world?

Chapter 30 The Truth

boom!

Its body shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into a fierce blizzard that instantly engulfed the unsuspecting Shi Yan.

Shi Yan was shocked: "What happened? Why did it suddenly explode?"

"Looks like you were right," Crimson said lazily. "You detonated its mental form."

"What did you detonate?" Shi Yan was completely bewildered. "I didn't do anything."

"In your human terms, it awakened its memories," Crimson said. "It was originally chaotic and disordered, acting only according to instinct, without knowing why it did so. Just like me, over time, I also suffered from amnesia, forgetting who I was... But what you just said awakened it, and those long-buried memories rushed out all at once, and naturally... Hey, you know what, the description of 'exploding' is quite apt."

How could this not be a vivid image? Shi Yan felt as if he were in the eye of a blizzard, surrounded by countless "memory objects" that resembled both blades and snowflakes, a truly terrifying sight.

Although it felt like the thing didn't have a physical form, Shi Yan instinctively covered his face with his hands and shouted, "Will this thing hurt me?"

"Theoretically speaking, everything about you monsters is harmful to you humans," Scarlet said. "Especially things like memories, which can affect your mind, but you don't need to worry about that."

Why?

"Because I'm already inside you," Crimson said with disdain. "With me here, why would you be afraid of this little demon's longing form?"

Shi Yan immediately understood.

He's already mentally ill, so naturally he doesn't need to be afraid of depression.

If that's the case, could he then read these fragments of memory?

After a brief hesitation, Shi Yan reached out and touched one of the pieces.

In an instant, his gaze was drawn back two thousand years—dozens of hunched-over, simply dressed servants were looking at the king, who was surrounded by a crowd and dressed in magnificent robes, with either envy or fear.

Wang Youran said to them.

"I have a bet with the Emperor."

really……

Shi Yan thought to himself.

He guessed right.

……

"What did you say?! It wasn't Prince Li, Liu Xu, who died, but his servant?!" In the monitoring room, Gao Ping's voice changed. "How is that possible?! There's no record of this in the historical records at all. I don't believe it!"

"Then go and talk to it," Qi Fei said, pointing to the monitor screen. "Go and tell it that your memories are all fake."

Gao Ping was speechless.

Yes, their understanding of King Le comes from historical records, but this monster... they saw it with their own eyes.

"This is... truly astonishing." Gao Ping took a deep breath. "If this discovery were to be made public..."

"How do you plan to announce it?" Qi Fei asked, somewhat amused. "Should I say it was a monster who told you?"

Gao Ping remained silent for a long while, then exhaled the breath he had just inhaled before looking at Qi Fei again: "You knew from the beginning?"

"I only guessed roughly," Qi Fei replied to Gao Ping, but his eyes never left the monitor. When he saw Shi Yan touch the monster's memory, his brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed. However, Gao Ping didn't see this. "Now it's confirmed. That King Li tricked his servants into impersonating him, faking his escape, and the monster saw all of this."

"So it wrote all of this down?" Gao Ping asked, puzzled. "And why?"

"No, it's not about 'memory'," Qi Fei shook his head and corrected, "it's about 'resonance.' Weak monsters are like blank sheets of paper, easily influenced by strong human emotions. When an emotion—especially a negative one—is large enough, unified enough, and distorted enough in a certain place, it will be branded onto them like a mark. And the Li Wang Mansion at that time had such an environment."

Gao Ping asked instinctively, "What kind of environment?"

Qi Fei glanced at Gao Ping and slowly said, "Try to put yourself in his shoes. Right now, you're a servant who's always hungry and cold, working for a big shot. But you watch this big shot live an extremely luxurious life every day, and you're very envious. Then suddenly one day, this big shot says to you..."

……

"I have made a bet with the Emperor. You all, bet on me."

"From this moment forward, change my clothes and act on my behalf. If the Emperor's envoy fails to notice, I will prevail."

"On the day the agreement is reached, I will not hesitate to reward you. The clothes you wear will serve as proof of your noble status. From this day forward, you will no longer be servants."

In the fragments of memory, the high and mighty King Li said these words to his servants.

Shi Yan saw that after a brief moment of confusion, the servants' eyes were filled with fervor.

After that, the entire Prince Li's mansion became lively and eerie.

The coachman, who had driven the chariot horses his whole life, was now clumsily adjusting the tassels of the crown, trying to trace the king's curves in front of the bronze mirror; the maid, who had spent her life serving others and watching their expressions, put a string of pearls around her neck and tried to wipe away the ingratiating smile from her reflection in the mirror; while the cook in the kitchen, covered in grease and smoke, awkwardly held a jade ruyi in his arms, pacing with his feet turned outwards, which made everyone chuckle.

All these emotions—longing, excitement—were suppressed beneath that layer of disguise.

Their disguises became increasingly convincing, and their speech and demeanor were comparable to those of King Le.

Then, the emperor's men arrived.

A squad of soldiers in iron armor stormed into the Li King's residence, staring at the coachman: "Li King Liu Xu?"

The driver suppressed his excitement and tried his best to straighten his chest, which he had never straightened in his entire life.

"It is I."

The soldier nodded, then drew his sword and beheaded the coachman.

A "click" sound.

The memory turned crimson along with the blood gushing from the coachman.

……

I knew it!

After watching all the flashback clips, Shi Yan couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't know if it was the emotions mixed in with these memories that affected him. Even though he had already guessed the general idea, he still felt a tightness in his chest after witnessing everything. Especially when he saw the soldier cut off the coachman's head, the strong emotion in his heart, which turned from expectation to disappointment, almost overwhelmed him like a tide, making it hard for him to breathe.

But he also realized that this was resonance.

Two thousand years ago, a servant of the Li King's Palace resonated with this emotion onto a demon, and now this demon is resonating with his emotions back onto him.

With such intense emotions, if it weren't for the even more powerful demon within Shi Yan's body, would he have already become trapped and unable to extricate himself?

Shi Yan didn't know, but he knew it was time to put an end to everything.

So he raised his left hand, ready to snap his fingers and summon Scarlet.

Just then, a withered hand grabbed his wrist.

He instinctively turned his head and saw a headless male corpse dressed in fine clothes standing beside him.

The coachman from earlier?

Shi Yan was taken aback.

Shouldn't this guy be in my memory? How did he suddenly appear beside me? Could it be that he's still in my memory?

Before he could figure it out, the wind and snow surrounding him suddenly changed. The sorrow and confusion vanished instantly, replaced by pure anger and resentment.

You lied to me!!!

The roar that seemed to come from the abyss echoed throughout the stadium.