TYMIMA Chapter 116

After leaving the trial hall, Zhan Pingchuan laid Lance on the bed, wrapped him in blankets, and dimmed the brightness of the fluorescent lamp posts on both sides.

 

Lance needed rest now and would continue hyperbaric oxygen therapy after waking up.

 

After tidying everything up, Zhan Pingchuan lay down beside Lance, who immediately rested his head on his shoulder.

 

“You…” Zhan Pingchuan didn’t know whether he should ask now.

 

Lance was straightforward: “Yes, I am a Divine system Awakened one.”

 

“No wonder.” Zhan Pingchuan wasn’t surprised by the answer—the red hair, the power to tear open iron doors and release mutant beasts, the inexplicably healed wounds on his body, and the buddy regaining sight.

 

But he was still curious about what kind of ability this was and how its usage differed from other abilities.

 

Lance continued explaining: “Since childhood, I’ve been able to hear the dog… the so-called divine voice. In my Spirit Realm system, He speaks a strange language. At first I couldn’t understand it, but after listening for a long time, I gradually comprehended it.”

 

“I don’t know if other Divine system Awakened ones are like this, because according to the king, there are many types of gods, and I believe their ways of doing things are all different.”

 

“My extraterrestrial god often tells me that I’m too weak. Sometimes I feel He’s very urgent, very disappointed, very impatient, as if waiting for something, but He hasn’t revealed it after all these years.”

 

“To solve my weakness problem, He tries every means to torment my spirit, creating various fearful scenarios in the Spirit Realm system, making me face countless disasters. So for a long time in childhood, I couldn’t distinguish imagination from reality and completely lost myself.”

 

“Baby…” Zhan Pingchuan hugged him tenderly, gently kissing his hair.

 

He couldn’t imagine how little Lance had endured that period.

 

“It was indeed very painful, but everything has passed. Do you remember I said I encountered a master?”

 

“Mm.” Zhan Pingchuan responded softly.

 

Lance chuckled lightly, turned over to hug Zhan Pingchuan, and nuzzled in his arms.

 

“That might have been a delusion. When I was nearly desperate, a voice came to my Spirit Realm system. That was the only warmth I felt in fear. He kept talking to me, constantly comforting me, pressing his warm chest against my back. Gradually, I felt the darkness wasn’t so scary anymore. He accompanied me through that difficult time. When I could face fear directly, that voice disappeared.”

 

“Unless there’s high pheromone compatibility with you, it’s hard to enter your Spirit Realm system. Besides, if it were a person, you should be able to see his appearance, not just a voice. This is your brain’s self-protection system, a guardian deity created by fantasy.” Zhan Pingchuan guessed sourly.

 

“Perhaps. It’s been too long—I can’t even remember that voice clearly. Sometimes I wonder if he ever appeared at all.” Lance’s gaze became distant.

 

“What happened next?” Zhan Pingchuan asked.

 

“His power is indeed very strong, far stronger than all ability users, but that’s not my power. If I want to use it, I must give my body to the god.”

 

“When I give my body for Him to use, I also change—my hair color turns silver-white, bone wings grow from my back, and a blood-red totem appears on my neck. My own consciousness temporarily retreats to the Spirit Realm system, losing control of my body.”

 

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Zhan Pingchuan suddenly worried, immediately cupping Lance’s face to look into his eyes.

 

Lance smiled: “But I can take it back. He needs the devout faith and complete dedication of Divine system Awakened ones to completely obtain a human body. Once my devotion to Him is fake and I use extreme methods to fight for control, He has to retreat.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s heart trembled. Extreme methods—what kind of methods?

 

Lance continued: “After emerging from fear, I began rebelliously opposing Him. I would deliberately pretend to be devout, call Him out, then jump into mud puddles to disgust Him. Or when He was about to wake from slumber, I’d play rapidly switching and distorted videos, then vomit together with Him. I even deliberately made my eyes nearsighted and wore glasses to blur His channel for spying on the human world… and so on, there were many more.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “……………………..”

 

Who could still offend my baby? He dares to take revenge even on gods.

 

Lance said very calmly: “But after being deceived too many times, He doesn’t fall for it as easily.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “.”

 

Even gods learn from experience.

 

“Now to get Him to come out requires some tactics, but I guess these gods descending to Earth must have other purposes. Otherwise, He would have killed me or abandoned me long ago.” Lance said quietly.

 

When the first underground city appeared back then, it was probably a trap. They used it to attract human curiosity, making humans actively break through the barrier between two worlds.

 

There should be some prohibition between Earth and the otherworld that restricts the power of overly powerful gods, preventing them from doing whatever they want.

 

So they had to find a channel, or rather, a puppet.

 

“Sandro said forty types of gods successfully descended to the human world back then. Do they have the same purpose?” Zhan Pingchuan asked.

 

Lance shook his head: “I guess there’s competition among them too. Otherwise, after so many years, they wouldn’t be on the verge of disappearing. As for whether they’re competing for ownership of this planet or something else, I don’t know.”

 

“What do gods actually look like?” Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t help being curious.

 

He had only seen gods in fairy tales or literary works—gods imagined by humans, carrying humanity’s deepest desires.

 

Desires to be saved, to be enlightened, to be blessed.

 

But real gods obviously wouldn’t center on human will. Human desires and prayers might even be insignificant in their eyes.

 

“Gods have no physical form. Most of the time, He’s a mass of darkness hidden in chaos. Sometimes He creates a physical form to see me—completely snow-white, with a circle of silver mane around his neck, deer-like antlers on his head with divine rings, and that bright red totem on the rings. He also has wings woven from white bones.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan tried to imagine: “That description sounds alright.”

 

“Maybe it was exceptional performance. His aesthetics are terrible.” Lance said mercilessly.

 

Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t help but laugh, hugging Lance tighter again.

 

He didn’t think having this power was particularly fortunate—it seemed more like a trap.

 

It seemed their ultimate goal was to gain human devotion to completely control this body.

 

So the support and help He provided now were just temptations. Lance needed to constantly resist and preserve his own will.

 

Lance poked his head out from Zhan Pingchuan’s arms, fingers climbing onto Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulders, his eyes rarely showing some anxiety.

 

“Do you want to come see my Spirit Realm system?”

 

He wasn’t sure if Zhan Pingchuan would like it. It was too dark, too scary there.

 

But subconsciously, he hoped Zhan Pingchuan would like it—whatever form of him it was.

 

“Can your body handle it?” Zhan Pingchuan hesitated. He didn’t have Lance’s complex thoughts.

 

“It’s fine. The Spirit Realm system is an imaginary space after all—it won’t affect the body.”

 

This was the little wolf cub’s first step in contacting the real him. His world wasn’t pure and simple.

 

Lance didn’t like avoiding problems. He needed to see Zhan Pingchuan’s genuine reaction.

 

Perhaps his gaze was too persistent and determined, pupils unwavering, with a kind of heroic beauty of going to one’s death.

 

So Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t help but smile, pinched his chin, and gently kissed his lips.

 

Starting from the lip pearl, gently and densely kissing the somewhat pale lips moist, then sliding to the corner, rubbing the more sensitive nerves there, like knocking on a half-closed door.

 

Lance indeed closed his eyes, enjoying and immersing in the kiss, slightly opening a gap.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s tongue tip explored inside, accidentally making sounds while licking the soft oral cavity.

 

The ambiguous wet sounds exploded in his ear, and Lance’s body completely relaxed.

 

His glands lightly released some star magnolia pheromones, and soon the room was filled with faint fragrance.

 

Zhan Pingchuan turned over, supporting the bed with one hand, leaning close to Lance’s ear: “Baby, can you turn over?”

 

Before entering a partner’s Spirit Realm system, one must provide careful and gentle comfort to avoid causing panic and tension.

 

Lance breathed slightly rapidly. His lungs hadn’t completely recovered, so his face quickly flushed.

 

In the space enclosed by Zhan Pingchuan’s arms, he slowly arched like a small animal, turning himself over to face away from Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Zhan Pingchuan brushed aside his red hair with one hand, revealing the fair glands that still bore his mark.

 

As kisses fell, gentian pheromones also flowed out, soothing the glands and making them sweeter and more delicious.

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly made the glands wet, his tongue lingering repeatedly at the mark, imitating certain movements, pressing against the gland core with varying intensity.

 

“Ready, hubby.” Lance reached back, caressing Zhan Pingchuan’s tense abdominal muscles.

 

Zhan Pingchuan finally sent his consciousness along Lance’s glands into the Spirit Realm system.

 

He opened his eyes to endless darkness. Looking down, there was no solid ground to step on. This feeling was somewhat like standing on a glass walkway—clearly not moving, yet constantly fearing falling.

 

Cool black mist seemed to float around. This black mist flowing through the body produced effects like infrasound waves, causing skin tremors and intensifying fear.

 

Zhan Pingchuan certainly wouldn’t be scared, but when he looked down into the abyss, he felt a subtle emotion.

 

It seemed his fearlessness didn’t come from being brave, but from an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

 

He watched the black mist brush past his fingers, then crouched to touch the abyss beneath his feet. The familiarity became more real.

 

“Are you okay?” Lance crouched in front of him and asked.

 

Zhan Pingchuan clicked his tongue.

 

Lance’s heart lifted slightly, his gaze fixed firmly on him.

 

“Baby, not to criticize, but maybe I’ve rewatched ‘Super Hero Sadako’ too many times. I feel like this place is quite familiar. Did our Outer God borrow from movies?” Zhan Pingchuan asked sincerely.

 

This was the most popular horror manga adaptation film of nearly twenty years, with IP popularity far exceeding “Golden House.” The film company even created the Sadako Universe, with Butterfly Sadako and Hammer Sadako raking in ten billion for the company and winning the love of children worldwide.

 

Lance: “……”

 

The Outer God wrapped in chaos squinted, quietly watching this familiar figure that had suddenly intruded into the channel’s domain.

 

But what was “Super Hero Sadako”? Nothing in this universe could be more super than Him.

 

Lance: “Aren’t you afraid at all?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “No.”

 

While Lance breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought that indeed, one couldn’t use normal people’s thinking to understand this little dummy.

 

The two relaxed and lay in the darkness, letting the black mist brush past them, causing their skin to shiver.

 

Lance asked: “What is ‘Super Hero Sadako’?”

 

“You haven’t seen it?” Zhan Pingchuan was surprised.

 

Lance shook his head and explained seriously: “I spent more time in libraries as a child. It took a year to read one wall of books, so I didn’t have much time for movies.”

 

“……”

 

Another blow from an academic genius.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan suddenly realized they were in the Spirit Realm system, an imaginary space not bound by reality. As long as imagination was provided, it could manifest here.

 

“I’ll create it for you to see.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan tried hard to recall the appearances of Butterfly Sadako and Hammer Sadako. Soon, these two figures appeared before Lance.

 

Both superheroes wore white long gauze robes, with thick black hair cascading down. Between the strands, a terrifyingly red eye was visible. From their long sleeves hung a pair of blue-black hands, each fingernail as long as a forearm.

 

The only difference was that one Sadako had butterfly wings and could fly, while the other carried a giant hammer on her back.

 

The Outer God glanced once and uninterestedly closed his eyes, falling into slumber.

 

Ugly things made by humans, not super at all.

 

“How is it?” Zhan Pingchuan was full of expectation.

 

“Well…” Lance’s expression was complex. Probably made for children, these two images weren’t particularly scary. “With such long nails, don’t they split?”

 

“The nails can extend and retract. The creator thought of this problem long ago.”

 

“Amazing.” Lance said perfunctorily.

 

Zhan Pingchuan turned on his side, propping his head with one hand, looking at Lance with interest: “Baby, your focus is so peculiar. Don’t you think these two Sadakos are scary?”

 

Lance laughed: “What’s scary about this?” He had seen countless terrifying scenes in the Spirit Realm system.

 

“Oh?” Zhan Pingchuan leaned closer, his eyes showing undisguised mischief. “Then what would scare you?”

 

Creating Sadako just now had given him inspiration. He wasn’t actually interested in Sadako. Rarely visiting the little fox’s Spirit Realm system, he had to leave some romantic memories in this bitter and resentful place.

 

“Very few things can scare me. Actually, the first time entering the underground city, I was just playing with you…” Lance was speaking when his voice suddenly stopped.

 

Because he discovered that Zhan Pingchuan seemed to have grown larger, and the position where he was lying was slowly sliding down.

 

Lance looked down and found dense, soft white fur on his chest and belly. His arms had become two fox paws with springy pads.

 

A big, fluffy tail lay quietly between his legs, a brilliant fiery red. When he moved slightly, he felt two ears on his head tremble.

 

“……”

 

Lance: “You?”

 

His voice had become a soft, non-threatening whimper.

 

Zhan Pingchuan scooped him up and pressed him to his chest, brazenly stroking his red fur while teasing: “Whose little fox is this?”

 

“Ao ao!”

 

Lance’s paw pads pressed against Zhan Pingchuan’s chest, somewhat speechless hearing his own calls.

 

“Fun fact: adult foxes only call when they’re in heat.” Zhan Pingchuan played with Lance’s ear tips.

 

“Ao…”

 

Little dummy’s self-created trivia—they also call when hunting.

 

“Mm, my little fox must be in heat. I have to help him.” Zhan Pingchuan said deliberately.

 

Lance looked at Zhan Pingchuan with amusement, not planning to struggle anymore. He knew exactly what Zhan Pingchuan wanted to do.

 

So he lazily half-closed his fox eyes, curved his front paws, arched down on Zhan Pingchuan’s chest, and lightly swept Zhan Pingchuan’s lower abdomen with his fluffy red tail.

 

The tail brushed past sensitive areas, easily stirring up Zhan Pingchuan’s interest.

 

“Why does the tail keep moving around? Let hubby examine it properly.”

 

So Zhan Pingchuan reached out to grab the fluffy fox tail, stopping it from continuing to cause trouble.

 

His fingers moved inch by inch up the tail, feeling the soft texture and warm body temperature.

 

The little fox whimpered on top of him, ears gently trembling up and down. Occasionally when he pinched the tail, the fox claws would pull a thread from his T-shirt.

 

Looking very obedient and cooperative.

 

Just as Zhan Pingchuan was about to reach the base of the tail and lift it for further exploration, his palm suddenly emptied—his fingers disappeared.

 

In their place was a snow-white paw.

 

Zhan Pingchuan looked at himself in shock.

 

He was lying on his back with all four limbs in the air. The little fox curled up his tail, lying on his fluffy white chest, showing him a proud, cunning expression.

 

Since this was the Spirit Realm system, if Zhan Pingchuan could imagine, so could he naturally.

 

Zhan Pingchuan moved his tailbone and found he had also grown a tail, even longer than Lance’s.

 

The little fox hadn’t turned him into a dog, had he?

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly used his two paws to pick up Lance, holding him to his face, examining himself through Lance’s clear pupils.

 

He found himself completely snow-white, with pointed, erect ears and slightly upturned eye corners.

 

Not a dog, but a wolf.

 

Having grown up in Desert City, where there were many wolf breeds in the wilderness, he was very familiar with this animal’s characteristics.

 

So in the little fox’s imagination, he was very much like a wolf?

 

“Ao ao!” Lance looked sideways, leisurely patting Zhan Pingchuan’s chest with his tail.

 

Being held up, all four of his paws were suspended, with one thread pulled high.

 

He was asking Zhan Pingchuan: Little dummy, satisfied?

 

Zhan Pingchuan couldn’t understand what Lance was saying. Looking at himself in Lance’s eyes, his gaze gradually became profound.

 

He responded with a long call that reached Lance’s ears as a wolf’s low whimper.

 

Lance also didn’t know what Zhan Pingchuan was saying, only knowing this person remained talkative even after becoming a white wolf.

 

He perked up his fox ears, playing with the thread with his claws, completely lacking danger awareness.

 

And what Zhan Pingchuan had said was—

 

“Baby, do you know wolves can form a knot?”

 

Years of wild outdoor experience had taught Zhan Pingchuan to gain knowledge from life. He knew that in the end, the male wolf would swell very large and maintain hip contact with the female wolf for up to half an hour during release.

 

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T/N : ok that was actually scary lol… I was like .. huh?? Is this okay?? umm …..

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