Chapter 437 - 437 The Author From the Abyss

437 The Author From the Abyss

Selma Payne’s POV:

Leviathan laughed lightly and said, “You’re really interesting, but I’m sorry to disappoint you. The scenery of the human world is so lovely. Coming here is not easy, so how can I leave so easily?”

“You don’t belong to the human world. Your existence will only destroy everything.” I suppressed the fear in my heart as I said that.

“I know, but who dares say they were born to be there?” Leviathan giggled like a patient with schizophrenia. “The abyss is too cold and dark. I’ve seen enough of the life and scenery there. I was born here, but once my heart leaves, I no longer belong there. My heart is in the human world, and the human world is my home.

“And you? My dear, where do you belong? A small bedroom? A gorgeous suite? Or perhaps even in the world’s vastness, you still don’t know where to put your little heart?

“Don’t be too harsh on me. I was just born with some power and lived a little longer. In fact, I’m no different from you. I’m afraid of loneliness, and I want friends. That’s why I came to find you. You see, isn’t the power you have now a gift from me to you?”

I knew that demons were shameless, but Leviathan’s ability to distort the truth still surprised me.

Looking at her charming yet cold eyes, I coldly said, “If your gift is to make me neither human nor ghost and also lose a few years of youth, then may the goddess bless you, and you will never have any friends in your life.”

In the blink of an eye, Leviathan was suddenly in front of me. The distance between us was less than ten centimeters. I subconsciously wanted to step back, but Leviathan’s sharp nails were already on my chin.

“What do you call it? “New Flow”? It’s a really good name. If you weren’t a princess, you could definitely become a poet. I like poets. Was it useful? I’ve never seen this ability before. To any living being that relied on strength to survive, this was truly an unassailable murder weapon. I’m beginning to understand why you could steal the divinity of Azazel’s projection.

“It’s a pity that no matter how strong the infusion tube is, there are not enough containers. Do you want to try and suck me dry? A god’s soul slice is much more nutritious than a dry projection. Come on, let’s see what the result is.”

Even a three-year-old child wouldn’t believe her stupid words. I knew my limits, and Leviathan was like a river in a wine barrel. It would be impossible to hold it by force. Perhaps I might die right away, or I’d be reconstructed like when in the Rocky Mountains and become an unknown creature.

Under Leviathan’s girlish, innocent appearance was a stone heart that did not hide its malice and indifference. I believed she didn’t care about what she said to me. It was as meaningless as a human teasing a wild cat. But she didn’t lie to me about one thing – she was here to have fun. I could be her entertainment; anything could be her entertainment.

Dorothy constantly reported to me the progress of their evacuation, as well as the fact that the Great Elder had begun to organize the evacuation of the citizens in the Elven Capital City. I had to buy as much time as possible for them.

Just like Azazel, who had just been released from the seal, Leviathan, who had just appeared in the world, also needed some time to get used to its body and majestic power. I thought that was why she had the time to chat with me.

However, Leviathan shattered my fantasy in the next second.

“Are you in a daze? What were you thinking about? Your cute puppy friends? Or those pointy ears?”

Leviathan laughed as she mentioned them, but I felt as if this was the death knell of the Grim Reaper that made me feel like I had fallen into an ice cave.

“Oh, my dear, don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything to them. You look as if I’m going to eat them raw for afternoon tea the next second, but I’m not that Samuel b*stard who likes to kill for fun.”

Leviathan pouted and suddenly moved away from me. The floating gauze fell on my arm and left, leaving a smooth touch like an octopus’ tentacle.

“But sometimes, I’m also very curious. Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are all human emotions, but why do people always like comedy and hate tragedies?” Leviathan tilted her head and pretended to be deep in thought. “I like to watch all kinds of plays in the human world, and I like the endings given to them by any author equally. But one day, I felt a little bored as I looked at it. The scripts that have been created are all the same. No matter how many twists and turns there are in the middle, it’s inevitable that people will be annoyed when they see the cliché ending.

“So, one day, I suddenly thought, ‘Why don’t I write a script for fun? Or I don’t have to write a script. I just have to find a few actors I like, give them a little foreshadowing and push them forward, and maybe I’ll be very satisfied with the ending?

“So I played like this for a long time. Sure enough, the ending was always zero, and I was very satisfied. Unfortunately, it’s always hard to find an actor I like, so I created my own actors.

“Selma, my dear, you are my favorite actress. What kind of surprise will you bring me?”