597 Fake Happiness (1/2)

”This is what you want. You are an emperor; you only need to be merciless, you only need subordinates who are blindly loyal to you…” A voice full of temptation filled Zence Matten's head.

”No… no… I don't want this anymore…” Zence Matten shook his head and shouted, ”No! I don't want this. I… I… I need friends! I don't need puppets… I need friends… friends…”

Boom! Zence Matten's mind shook, and the beautiful world in his mind collapsed. He returned to the quiet forest, and many fallen angels were flying in the air and singing the mysterious song that pulled people into fantasies of their own making. Right now, Qian Jin and others were calm and had smiles on their faces.

”No! Qian Jin isn't this weak!” Fanta Kunge suddenly roared and woke up from his peaceful mood. He glanced around in curiosity while still shouted, ”I want to defeat bloodline warriors, but Qian Jin won't be easily defeated by me, and he won't kneel and beg for mercy even if he loses…”

”I don't want to become the Empress of Demons! I want to marry Qian Jin…” Lucifer Lucy suddenly screamed and woke up as well, and she blushed when she saw the smile on Zence Matten's face.

Zence Matten continued to smile as he thought, ”Female demons are females as well. Once they fall in love… No wonder Mother told me that I can't hurt the girls who fall in love with me; they can give up anything for love. Men who hurt their true lovers are worse than animals!”

”Qian Jin, don't ever hurt Lucifer Lucy,” Zence Matten murmured, ”For you, she…”

”Hmph!” Cech Flet sneered and woke up; his emotions didn't even fluctuate that much.

Now, Zence Matten could only give this man a thumbs up. Cech Flet's heart was as tough as iron. Others woke up from the fantasies after being worked up, but he only sneered.

”Puff!” Duren Burg suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't wake up from the fantasy. With his eyes closed, he said with excruciating pain, ”Cech, Daddy blocked this saber strike for you this time, and I probably can't live through this. If we can meet in the afterlife, become a woman and marry me as payback for this saber strike that I took for you.”

”Bullsh*t!”

Cech Flet grabbed his saber and was about to charge at Duren Burg, and his murderous spirit was concentrated onto Duren Burg.

The sharp murderous spirit was like knives, and Duren Burg instantly opened up after sensing it. He looked at the angry Cech Flet in surprise before glancing at his own abdomen. He asked, ”Huh? Didn't I get cut?”

”You didn't, but you are about to…” Cech Flet walked over with a saber and a cold expression. ”You are about to be cut.”

”Alright, alright.” Zence Matten quickly hugged Cech Flet from behind. This mix-blood fallen angel bloodline warrior was concerned when Duren Burg was injured, and the sharp murderous spirit was only to wake the latter up.

”How come Qian Jin is still not awake?” Fanta Kunge looked at Qian Jin and asked with concern, ”From the looks of it, it seems like one's body will be injured if they get injured in the fantasy. Then…”

”Looks at Qian Jin's aura…” Lucifer Lucy stared at Qian Jin nervously, ”Quick! Look! Am I seeing it wrong?”

”No!”

Zence Matten's eyelid twitched. At this moment, a sense of maturity appeared on Qian Jin's face. This would only occur if people experienced many events.

Right now, Qian Jin was having this sensation, and there was only one explanation; Qian Jin had fallen victim to the fantasy.

Everyone got nervous. This meant that Qian Jin was having fun in the fantasy, and he thought the passage of time in the fantasy was real life. As a result, his body matured much quicker.

If this continued… Qian Jin would quickly age and died naturally.

”So, this is the feeling of joy. Too bad that it is all fake.”

Qian Jin's eyes were still closed, but he punched at the sky. The shadows of fallen angels quickly scattered as if they were dodging fire, and that punch knocked down many leaves.

Qian Jin slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people around him. He said, ”It was beautiful; it was perfect. Even though I knew it was fake, I wanted to stay there longer. The fantasy was so perfect that I didn't want to leave. But… it was fake after all.”

Qian Jin sounded a bit lonely and disappointed.

Lucifer Lucy wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and hit Qian Jin's shoulders with her fists as tear appeared in her single eye. She whispered to Qian Jin, ”I was so scared.”

Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin in confusion, and he thought, ”This man has an iron heart that isn't inferior to Cech's. At least from this fantasy test, Cech still needs to snort before waking up, but he woke up without needing to shout and sneer. With such an iron heart, why did he hesitate earlier? Friends?”