Chapter 21
This person’s goodwill was 0.
This was the first time Berlin had encountered someone – or something – with a goodwill of 0 since he suddenly gained this ability.
He couldn’t tell if it was because he’d been thinking about it day and night, longing for someone he could connect with normally, or if he’d really encountered an exception.
After spending so much time with his non-human teammates, Berlin suddenly felt that it wasn’t impossible for a special being to appear in his dreams.
Cats that never got close to people, stray dogs that had been severely hurt, Alzheimer’s patients in hospitals who didn’t even recognize their closest family…all were difficult to defy their innate inclination. Even his teammates could only resist that invisible aura to some extent, but they weren’t completely immune.
For a moment, Berlin hoped this wasn’t a dream.
Because he really hoped there was someone who liked or disliked him for their own reasons, allowing him to confirm that everything was real, not a fragile bubble that would burst at the slightest touch.
A flurry of surprised thoughts raced through his mind, causing him to space out for a few seconds. The soft fabric of his robe made a slight rustling sound as Berlin dazedly looked down –
Raven-black hair, like silk, cascaded over his shoulders as the person slowly sat up.
Berlin was caught off guard by a pair of indescribably beautiful golden eyes, more dazzling than sunlight.
He had always thought Jiang Shurao was exquisitely like a doll, Wu Hengyao like a statue of Apollo from the height of the Renaissance, Han Yuzhe more unreal than a 3D movie model, and Huayan like a gorgeous and dangerous poppy.
But if they were here now, they would probably pale in comparison.
This was a face blessed by the gods with infinite favor.
Berlin didn’t know how to describe it. He thought that if he could ask his fans, who excelled at showering people with praise, they could probably write a 10,000-word essay without repeating a single joke.
He knew some people who loved manga characters did cosplay. Popular characters had colorful hair and eyes, mainly to easily distinguish them, but it also created stunning designs.
Many famous cosplayers wear colored contact lenses, but like natural features are always more natural and smooth than modified ones, a $50 wig can’t compare to a $50,000 real one, the person before him was completely natural, with an irresistible aura of pressure.
“Few dare to look at me directly like this.”
The moment he spoke, it was as if the eternally expressionless statue in the temple had come alive; he even chuckled softly, his emotions unexpectedly vivid.
Just as Berlin was about to remind him that he hadn’t let go of his finger, the other casually narrowed his eyes and squeezed slightly – Berlin felt his bones creaking under the pressure.
Berlin couldn’t help but wrinkle his face into a walnut, “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”
“…” Seemingly not expecting Berlin to be so fragile, the other person visibly paused before actually releasing his hand.
He silently watched Berlin grimace and ungracefully shake his hand, wrinkling his nose and blowing on his reddening hand. He stroked his chin, watching him intently, “You silently entered my resting hall, I didn’t even notice how you approached me, yet your body is so fragile?”
Berlin didn’t have the energy to answer him, because he’d confirmed one thing: this definitely wasn’t a dream.
Dreams couldn’t feel this real pain!
Before he could speak, the other person calmly asked a second question.
And this question was much sharper than the first, causing Berlin to pause his breathing, almost choking –
“You’re looking at my head.”
His tone was calm, not accusatory, but it made Berlin feel nervous for the first time.
“Why?”
This was dangerous. Extremely dangerous. If Berlin were a cat, his fur would stand on end, and every cell in his body would be screaming a warning.
Occasionally, people noticed Berlin’s subconscious upward glance, but ordinary people didn’t know about supernatural phenomena, so they would just joke around.
The person before him waited calmly for his answer, clearly not someone Berlin could fool with a “there was a mosquito flying by.”
“Uh…”
As he frantically searched for words, he glanced at something he hadn’t noticed before.
The other person’s hands were white and slender, in sharp contrast to the low-key luxurious black and gold bed curtains.
What caught Berlin’s attention wasn’t that, but the ring on his index finger, which seemed strangely familiar.
He looked for a long time. The ring was exquisitely designed and meticulously crafted, seemingly having no similarities with the ring on Berlin’s finger. But ignoring the intricate patterns that showcased its ancient charm, what if it were even older?
Berlin’s gaze was undisguised. The other person’s gaze lowered slightly, his lazy and casual expression faltered, and his aura became much darker.
At the same time, a group of people in golden armor rushed in; the leader could already be heard asking before entering the hall, “My lord, we heard a disturbance inside the hall…”
The one called “My lord” calmly rubbed his fingertips, calmly saying, “Asan.”
The person who came in finally saw the strange, oddly dressed person standing in front of the bed, and was greatly startled, “My lord, this is…”
The lively, seemingly approachable person who had released his hand upon hearing Berlin’s cry of pain seemed to have vanished.
He slowly raised his eyelids, expressionless, neither panicked nor angry.
Casually and indifferently, as if saying it was raining.
“Dispose of him.”
Berlin, who didn’t understand how easily he’d changed his demeanor: !!
“Yes.” The person in golden armor unhesitatingly strode forward.
Berlin already knew this wasn’t entirely a dream; at least he could feel pain.
And now, combined with the grand Greek-style palace and someone who said “dispose of him” without blinking, Berlin had a premonition that something terrible beyond his imagination was about to happen, so he ran –
This clearly wasn’t the real world; the contact time was too short, and Berlin didn’t understand what was going on, but he clearly saw the number above the head of the guard who was walking forward with his sword: [70].
It seemed that only one person remained unaffected, and that person was special.
But this world was indeed problematic: Why did the guard in golden armor, with a goodwill of seventy, unhesitatingly raise his sword at him!!!
The guard, besides the heavy armor, was shirtless, revealing terrifyingly knotted muscles. He reached out to grab Berlin –
The next second, his hand was like passing through a transparent barrier, straight through Berlin’s body.
Berlin, seeing a hand pass through him, looked down: !!!
The two looked at each other, both a little at a loss.
The guard looked at him with suspicion and a hint of fear, as if looking at a monster.
Berlin was also dazed, his mind a mess; he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to the reactions of the guards in the hall.
The man’s cold expression finally changed, showing a hint of surprise.
His gaze was fixed on Berlin, looking at him with a complex and incomprehensible expression.
But he didn’t ask Berlin who he was or where he came from.
He simply lowered his gaze casually, thoughtfully looking at his fingertips.
“Asan, give me the sword.”
Perhaps because the man’s voice was too calm, the fear in Asan’s eyes subsided, and he respectfully handed him the sword.
Before Berlin could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw those extremely beautiful golden eyes, devoid of warmth, unhesitatingly raise the sword to strike at Berlin.
Berlin: !!!!!!!!
Help, why did he attack like that!!!
The ferocity of his teammates wasn’t on the same level as this person. Berlin’s mind went blank, watching the sword pass through his shoulder.
“…”
He stiffly lowered his head.
Just as the guard hadn’t been able to touch him, he felt no pain, no blood.
The sword had indeed pierced him, but caused no harm.
“…Interesting.”
The person with the god-given flawless face looked at him quietly, casually throwing the sword on the ground, and actually smiled.
When confronted with inexplicable things, he didn’t seem to mind, just staring at Berlin as he lowered his head, gently stroking Berlin’s face.
His movements were casual and gentle, seemingly calm and peaceful, like a lover’s caress, but Berlin inexplicably felt his scalp tingle.
Berlin wanted to cry but couldn’t; he wanted to retract his previous wish: he wished this was just a dream. He wanted a friend who wasn’t affected by external factors, but that didn’t mean he wanted to meet Han Yuzhe’s nemesis prematurely.
The world was so beautiful; he still had a lot of tiramisu to eat, many stages to perform on; he didn’t want to die inexplicably.
Moreover, he was sure that his subconscious wouldn’t create this kind of plot in a dream.
Just as Berlin was about to say something to break the deadlock, the other person’s hand that was stroking his cheek tightened slightly.
Berlin felt a slight sting, and the next second, he was surprised to see a small wound appear on the other’s flawless face, golden blood slowly seeping out.
Asan nervously blurted out, “My lord!”
The man called “My lord” remained calm. He slowly withdrew his hand, expressionlessly making a deep cut on his forearm with a dagger – the wound on his forearm healed almost instantly, but the small scratch on his face continued to seep golden blood.
There was no sign of panic on his face, an indifference that seemed to care about nothing and fear nothing.
“You have a demon’s mark,” he stated plainly.
He tilted his head slightly, “I don’t like other people’s scent around me, so I’ll have to remove it.”
Berlin was stunned.
How could this person be so decisive in everything he did? Berlin wasn’t indecisive by nature, but he couldn’t do what this man did—cutting his own arm without blinking, and showing no reaction to the bleeding.
He didn’t understand too many things, so he didn’t say a word.
Only this person could touch Berlin, but if he harmed Berlin, the injury would appear on him as well. Unless he wanted to die together, he couldn’t hurt Berlin.
His own wounds could heal like his teammates’, but the wounds caused by Berlin’s injuries wouldn’t heal.
Logically, he should have felt offended and threatened, but he seemed unconcerned, as if he had returned to his initially harmless state, politely reminding Berlin, “I need to cover up the scent I don’t like; I hope you don’t mind.”
Although he seemed polite, Berlin didn’t think he’d stop just because he expressed his objection.
He leaned slightly towards Berlin, as if the person who had raised his sword to kill him wasn’t him, gently touching his forehead.
Asan worriedly furrowed his brow, “My lord, this person is problematic; why are you using God’s blessing on this person of unknown origin—”
He glanced at him indifferently. Asan immediately shut up and bowed his head.
Berlin felt as if his soul had been cleansed, with an invisible wind blowing past, brushing something away.
He vaguely understood that the other person had removed the mark Han Yuzhe had left to keep his temperature constant.
“My name is Cecil.”
Cecil slightly raised his eyelids, his expression lazy as he chuckled softly, “I was thinking of finding a way to lock you up…”
He looked at Berlin calmly and tilted his head, “Now it seems, you have to stay by my side.”
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