Chapter 101: Lynn Deceives Azik Online

Death Consul naturally didn't realize he had become the perfect material in Lynn's eyes. Hearing Lynn's question, although he still felt he couldn't keep up with Lynn's leaps of thought, he shook his head and said, "…His Majesty currently has no plans for me to marry anyone."

The "His Majesty" Death Consul referred to was naturally his father, the Underworld Emperor.

"Have you never thought about falling in love freely?" Lynn took a sip of juice and described, "Find a girl you love, marry her, and have a lovely son or daughter. Your son will practice sword moves in the yard, and you'll watch him fall repeatedly, feeling both pain and the urge to correct his mistakes sternly."

"Your daughter will sit on a swing you built with your own hands. You'll stand behind her, pushing the swing high, the bright sunlight shining on both of you, bringing a warm feeling…"

"Have you never yearned for such a life?"

Based on Mr. Azik's character after he broke free from the influence of the death god, it wasn't hard to guess that Azik himself had a gentle nature and valued family greatly. So, when unable to take action on the occult side for now, Lynn decided to approach from this angle.

"…" Hearing Lynn's description, Death Consul was stunned. Before today, he had indeed never imagined having a life with a wife and children. That was an utterly unfamiliar realm to him.

Azik had seen how normal families lived, but until today, he had always looked down on such ordinary life and never cared for those so-called family bonds and love. But today, hearing Lynn's description, for some reason, Azik subconsciously sketched that kind of scene in his mind, making him unusually hesitant.

Does he yearn for such a life?

Rationality told the Azik that he didn't. Those so-called family bonds and love belonging to mortals were never his to begin with. His life was destined to be dedicated to the Balam Empire and the Underworld Emperor; nothing else mattered.

Yet, a suppressed shred of humanity made Azik somewhat waver.

Perhaps…

No, there was no "perhaps"!

The wavering humanity was suppressed, and Death Consul looked at Lynn, his gaze as indifferent as ever, saying, "It seems, Libert, that you quite yearn for such a life."

"Not really. Actually, I haven't thought about marriage either; it's still too early for me…" Lynn took another sip of juice, watching all of Azik's hesitation and wavering. He smiled and said, "But I don't reject having a family, because whether loving or being loved, it feels quite nice."

"His Highness Bethel indeed values you greatly," Death Consul remarked. Although the time they had spent together was short, it was obvious to anyone not blind how much Lord Bethel cherished his only son.

"Heh…" Lynn chuckled at this, not refuting, but instead following the topic, "And you, Azik? Aren't you also valued greatly by the Underworld Emperor? Does he love you as his son?"

Though Lynn knew the answer was definitely no—if Salinger truly regarded Azik as his son, he wouldn't have split Azik's soul in half and used him as a resurrection backup—it didn't stop him from asking this question to sow discord.

Honestly, the behavior of the God of Death was considered vile even among high-ranking Beyonders—while they might have less humanity than lower-sequenced ones, it didn't mean they were devoid of emotions. Take Roselle, who was a doting father, for example. Even Solomon, a proper Sequence 0, cared for his descendants, and even the Ancient Sun God fought for Amon!

Throughout the entire narrative, there were few like Salinger who treated their most cherished offspring as mere resurrection backups.

Hearing this question, Death Consul froze for a moment before saying, "I am my father's child and only his child."

As for love, how could a mortal's love for their child appear in the Underworld Emperor's life dictionary?

Azik knew this very well. He was valued by his father because he was useful, not because the Underworld Emperor loved him.

"No surprise there." Lynn smiled, looking at Death Consul, showing a thoughtful expression before saying, "No wonder you turned out twisted. Children lacking love do tend to go astray."

Death Consul Azik: ?

"Libert, very few mythical creatures think as you do." Death Consul couldn't help but say. At this moment, he finally realized that the young angel before him was unlike any angel he had ever seen. The other's humanity was evidently abundant, so abundant that he didn't seem like a Sequence 2.

"But aren't we all pursuing humanity?" Lynn shook the juice in his hand, looking at the bright red color against the candlelight. "We're all pursuing humanity, we're all resisting divinity. Even your father, isn't he also seeking humanity and anchors?"

"So, Azik, why not give it a try? Your humanity is greatly suppressed, right? Why not try to awaken your humanity? Whether it's love, family, or friendship, these are important anchors for people like us!"

Lynn took another sip of juice and continued, "Aren't you curious about what the real you would be like once your divinity is suppressed?"

Death Consul instinctively frowned, feeling he shouldn't stay here any longer and shouldn't continue listening to the young angel before him.

The realms the other described were ones he had never considered, which made him fearful and… unsure.

Yet Azik didn't move, didn't say goodbye and leave. He merely remained silent for a long time before saying, "I don't believe that the current me isn't the real me."

"You now are certainly you, but it's the you influenced by divinity. Your essence, your true desires, your purest self—these will only be revealed once your divinity is suppressed…"

Lynn spoke with a voice carrying a mysterious allure, "Maybe, your essence is that of a very gentle person who values family greatly."

How could that be… Azik opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed his words because he suddenly hesitated. Was there not a slight possibility that Libert's description could be his essence?

Azik suddenly felt lost. As a Sequence 2 entity, he shouldn't have been influenced so easily, but he was facing Lynn.

Perhaps even Lynn didn't realize he was quite adept at influencing others' thoughts. This influence wasn't intentional, nor did it forcibly change others' ideas, but subtly affected those around him.

In a sense, this was a form of assimilation, though very mild. It wouldn't change others' personalities but would make them more susceptible to Lynn's influence.

(End of this chapter)