Chapter 736: Epilogue (7)
A Diary Entry
[Part 1]
Mom.
It’s so cold here.
Gurgling sounds echoed in our ears. All around was sticky, freezing water. In this twisted world, a person watched us with a gaze hidden beneath stitches and bandages, murmuring syllables we couldn’t understand.
What was he saying?
We didn’t know.
There was also a strong, scorched stench.
We hated him.
We were also afraid of him.
He created us, but he wasn’t Mom.
Then where was Mom?
A bruised, purplish umbilical cord extended from our bellies, one end connected to me, the other end to Mom.
But why was that other end empty?
So cold, so hungry, so lonely.
Mom! Mom!
I caught you!
Please let me crawl back into your stomach, burrow into your abdominal cavity, be nurtured by your body once more, and be born amidst your love and blessings.
Ah… so happy.
Your blood is so warm, your flesh is so warm.
Your internal organs wrap around me softly and densely. Your bones creak and deform as I grow. Following your veins, I hear the sound of your heart beating violently.
I think you must be rejoicing for my birth.
I love you, and you love me too.
Right? Mom?
But why are you trembling, Mom?
Why are you screaming miserably, Mom?
Don’t you want to be with me forever, Mom?
I tore open your stomach.
Laying in your embrace that carried the scent of blood.
I looked up, watching your fear-twisted face lose its vitality bit by bit, your body temperature turning cold bit by bit as your blood drained away.
Disappointment crawled onto my face.
…
You are not Mom.
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[Part 2]
One day.
One of us found a new Mom.
We had never seen a Mom like this.
His face was so clean and fair, and when he lowered his head, he was so serene and beautiful.
He didn’t cry, nor did he scream.
So strange.
The smell on him was completely different from the others.
Everyone who came here was the same.
They were terrified, despairing, screaming themselves hoarse. The scent of death emanated from every pore of their bodies, mixing with the strong smell of blood, turning into a sour smell we were familiar with. This smell lingered in every corner of the hospital, eventually settling little by little, turning into a delightful rotting, bloody stench.
But the smell on him, we had never smelled before.
Very… very clear, very warm.
Like the smell of sunlight, like the smell of the wind.
He said, “Baby, don’t you want to stay with Mom for a little longer?”
He said, “Mom won’t go anywhere.”
He said, “Good baby, go to sleep.”
He would tell stories, feed candies, sing lullabies.
He let that guy sleep in his arms.
Using his fingers to stroke that guy’s head.
Such a warm embrace, such soft fingers, such a sweet smell.
Why?
On what grounds?
Why was he only holding that deformed, ugly, shameless, vicious little monster?
When clearly we are just as deformed, ugly, and vicious as it is.
Why am I not the one being held in his arms?!! Why am I not the one being stroked, being loved?!!
So jealous, so jealous, so jealous.
Jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous.
Then he raised his head.
The light illuminated his clean, fair cheeks and fell into his gentle eyes.
The world suddenly became so quiet.
He opened his arms.
And smiled.
“Do you want to be my children?”
Mom.
Mom.
Mom, Mom, Mom Mom Mom Mom.
Thus, we scrambled to rush into that embrace.
Like moths darting into a blazing fire.
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[Part 3]
Mom doesn’t just hold us and stroke us.
He also comforts us and protects us.
He would ask, “Does it hurt?”
And then gently blow on our wounds that wouldn’t have hurt anyway.
For the first time, we rebelled against the lingering phantom of that person.
Mom, we love you too.
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[Part 4]
When we are with Mom.
We spend most of our time sleeping.
We sleep quietly and peacefully in that small shell, waiting for the moment Mom needs us.
It’s okay, Mom.
If you need us, wake us from our slumber anytime.
We are your children.
We will slaughter for you, and keep you safe.
And then we will be held in your warm, soft embrace, smelling your fragrant scent, and fall into a deep sleep once more amidst supreme joy, waiting for your next summons.
Mom.
We will be together forever.
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[Part 5]
We followed Mom to many, many places.
There was a place with many weird tall buildings called a residential compound, an amusement park with many dazzling toys, a strange, dark shopping mall, and oh right, a big school!
Every time we went to a place, Mom would call us out to play.
Sometimes separately, sometimes all together.
Mom is so good to us!
However, since some unknown time, an unfamiliar scent appeared on Mom…
It’s a very ancient, very cold, yet very hot smell.
We can’t describe it.
It smells too ancient, and too terrifying, as if it had existed since the birth of this world, remaining unchanged even through the vicissitudes of time. Cold, as cold as a blade’s edge, yet very hot, as hot as magma.
We hate this smell, and we hate the owner of this smell even more.
He smells very strong.
Will he hurt Mom?
Is Mom scared, hurt, or sad because of him?
No… No…!
We must protect Mom!
But for some reason, when Mom is with that guy, he never called us out even once…
Strange.
Why doesn’t Mom call us out?
Just like this, day after day passed.
As time went on, the presence of that smell grew stronger and stronger.
We felt that guy’s existence more and more clearly, and grew increasingly anxious and restless.
Hovering around Mom’s lips, tangling in his hair, seeping into his skin, and even invading deep into his body…
Following him like a shadow, omnipresent.
We know Mom is being bullied.
He is definitely being bullied!
And he has been bullied over a long period, continuously, many, many times!
But Mom still doesn’t call us out to help.
Why on earth!
Until one day, a knowledgeable guy among us said.
Is it possible…
We are going to have a Dad.
Dad?
What is a Dad?
Why does he want to wrap his scent around Mom? Why does he want to steal our Mom?
I really want to kill him.
But without Mom’s summons, we can’t get out, nor can we see that guy who left his smell on Mom.
So in the end, we had no choice but to beat up the guy who told us this unlucky thing.
Writing this still makes me so angry.
Gonna beat him up again later.
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[Part 6]
We finally saw him.
That guy who left his smell on Mom.
Bad guy bad guy bad guy bad guy bad guy!!!
We hate him hate him hate him!!
But Mom doesn’t hate him.
The way he looks at him is very… very gentle, very bright. It’s an expression he has never shown when looking at us.
What’s even more terrifying is that, just as Mom has his smell on him, he also has Mom’s smell on him.
In his hair, on his fingers, on his lips.
Mom’s warm smell, like the sun and the wind, is mixed with that guy’s aggressive, terrifying smell, intermingled and deeply infused within one another.
Why?
We don’t understand.
What exactly do you have to do to make two completely different scents blend into each other so deeply?
…?
But Mom doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh no.
For the first time, a strong sense of crisis swept over us.
It seems Mom is going to be snatched away.
Must kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him!!!
Attached: 27 pages of assassination plans.
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[Part 7]
Tried to monopolize Mom, got seen through.
Hate it so much.
He won’t let Mom hold me.
Hate it so much.
He’s too strong, can’t kill him.
Hate it so much.
Attached: 123 pages of assassination plans.
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[Part 8]
We saw our creator once again.
And this time, what we faced was no longer just a lingering phantom.
However, the scorched stench was gone.
Is it because he changed bodies?
He wants to kill us.
No, that’s not right.
Raging flames soared into the sky. The familiar scorching heat struck from that small cluster of firelight. The intense feeling of terror almost made our very souls tremble.
The one he really wants to kill is Mom!!
Looking at that unfamiliar face, smelling that familiar, malicious scent, we felt such panic and overwhelming fear for the first time.
Mom, don’t come over! We don’t matter.
You hurry up and go.
You hurry up and leave here!
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[Part 9]
This was our second rebellion against the creator.
This was a never-before-seen riot.
No one, no one can hurt Mom.
Even our creator is no exception.
That guy… is still very annoying.
But for the sake of him protecting Mom this time, we will reluctantly suspend the assassination plan for one day.
…
But don’t even think about being our Dad!!!
After everything ended, we dragged out the guy who said those unlucky things in the beginning and beat him up again.
Jinx!
See, Mom got snatched away, didn’t he!
This page is crumpled and wrinkled, as if crushed in a fit of pique.
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[Part 10]
Mom is gone.
But the rules of this world don’t recognize us, our memories are completely useless.
The other end of the umbilical cord became empty once again.
An immense panic assaulted us.
Mom.
What do we do, we can’t find you…
However, the bond that connected us to Mom didn’t disappear with him. Instead, it still existed in this world, faint and indistinct, as if someone was maintaining it at all costs so it wouldn’t completely snap.
We know…
It’s that guy.
Only that guy could do such a thing.
We beg you.
Please bring Mom back.
This page is crumpled, filthy, and covered in large patches of tear stains. Only a few words can be made out.
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[Part 11]
Mom… Mom…
Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu…
The rest of the diary is soaked with red tears, completely unreadable.
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[Part 12]
Fine, he can be Dad.
Assassination plans suspended.
Followed by a large number of blank pages, looking as if something had been removed.
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[Part 13]
WHO THE HELL RECOGNIZES HIM AS DAD!!!
We heard Mom crying and telling him to stop.
He didn’t listen.
How could there be such a bad person!
We wanted to rush into the room together to save Mom, but we were packed up and tossed into the mass grave by him.
Where’s that jinx, drag him out and beat him up again!!!
Assassination plans restarted! Restarted! Restarted!
Attached: 357 pages of assassination plans.
