Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 696: Reconstruction

Chapter 696: Reconstruction

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Yarin's POV:

Azazel had disappeared, and my spiritual world was like his backyard. He could come and go as he pleased, which made me feel extremely humiliated.

The gap between him and me was so huge that other than using my mouth, I couldn't find any other way to teach him a lesson.

But now, I have no more scruples.

Boundless coldness penetrated my entire body. I felt like I was in the solid ice of the North Pole. My skin felt like ten thousand needles were piercing it. My internal organs were being cut into pieces by the cold blades. My bone marrow was frozen into ice shards and pierced my flesh. My blood became countless nails going through a long and slow process in my body.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

The unbearable pain made me want to scream, but my throat had already lost its original function.

The pain continued to intensify. It was as if I had become a banana in the blenders. I was smashed into pulp with ice cubes and then frozen in the refrigerator. Finally, I was placed in the blenders to continue breaking.

This feeling of being torn apart and reassembled lasted a long time. In this seemingly endless torture, my consciousness also seemed to have been torn apart. I was muddleheaded, and even the pain was coming and going.

Then, an even more intense pain was born from my soul. It was as if a hand was brutally ravaging my soul, tearing it into pieces and then violently kneading it into a ball like meat plasticine. That hand was as cold as a dead fish frozen in cold storage for a year, emitting an unpleasant evil smell.

As this torture continued, my mental world also changed.

It began to snow. At first, it was light. Then, the snow gradually became stronger and became

a heavy snowstorm. After that, there was no color other than white in the world. It was as if the snowstorm had buried the entire snowfield.

The snowstorm drowned me, but maybe I was too cold. The snowflakes brought a little warmth to my skin.

The snow drowned me, and the cold also receded.

In the gradually warming white world, I was too exhausted. I fell into a deep sleep in the endless torture.

I can't see everything in my heart when I open my eyes again. I was no longer cold or in pain. My body and soul were fine as if the extreme torture from before was just a nightmare.

I was lying in the snow, and the snow almost covered my nose and mouth. The sky had suddenly cleared up. A faint moon was hanging in the sky, shining brightly on the world.

I struggled to my feet and looked around. I was surprised to find that my spiritual world had changed greatly.

The forest not far away had disappeared. The faint mountain peaks on the horizon had disappeared. The scattered shrubs had also disappeared. All that could be seen was the endless white snow and the curved moon in the sky.

"... What's going on?"

I looked around in confusion, but I saw nothing other than snow.

Could it be that I went crazy and ran far away while being tortured until I lost my mind?

I tried looking into the distance, but I soon realized it was a stupid idea. Everything in my spiritual world was constructed according to my needs. If I wanted, I could teleport to the forest immediately.

But I didn't. What was the point? This meant that the forest had disappeared.

But the problem was, I didn't want the forest to disappear. It couldn't have disappeared on its

own.

I looked at my hands. They were white, slender, and had some calluses. They were no different from before. But I knew that Azazel's power had reconstructed this body. The evidence was the fine patterns hidden in my skin.

Moths.

Black threads appeared on my skin. They outlined a lifelike moth about to spread its wings and fly.

Azazel transformed me into a qualified 'container' and signed me off.

My mom's body had a similar pattern, but it was a medal to reward her for resisting Azazel, proof that she had devoured the gods with her mortal body.

And these tattoos on my body are the marks of humiliation and slavery.

Azazel...

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms.

There was no doubt that Azazel's transformation of me had inadvertently 'reformatted' my spiritual world.

The empty snowfield was like a blank document, but it was hard to say who it was for. I did not doubt that Azazel would come here to add some color to the matter. Of course, he would treat me as if I were nothing.

I couldn't let him come and go as he pleased. I had had enough of this humiliation. Looking at the moon in the sky, I believed I should wake up. The people outside must be worried, and I had no reason to stay here.

When I opened my eyes and faced my anxious mother and aunt, the first thing I said was, "If I destroy my spiritual world, will I become retarded?"

"What?" They looked at me in disbelief.

"Azazel can invade my body through the spiritual world," I calmly explained. "I hate this. So, if I destroy my spiritual world, will I become retarded?"