Chapter 391: Don't Go

Hearing the words as if she knew him, York only felt a bit awkward as Alesha in the black dress slowly stood up in front of him.

Because the black-dressed Alesha in front of him really looked like another little Sharon.

Only the clothes and demeanor were different.

Even that original Alesha was the same.

So what this brought to him was the realization that the little Sharon he was holding was also Alesha, though both were parts of the original Alesha.

Thinking of this, York felt even more awkward.

"Do you know me?"

Black-dressed Alesha stood up from the sea level, glanced around at the apocalyptic scenery, and a playful expression appeared on her face.

"I do," she said, watching the fragments of faith above shattered by the white pillars of holy light, and the tall black waves broken by the white torrents, she was extremely delighted, her posture truly resembling a somewhat erratic elf dancing.

"Because you're holding me now."

Saying this, black-dressed Alesha slowly walked towards York, with ripples spreading under her feet on the black sea.

"Uncle York," she said with a smile.

York, expressionless, stared at the seductive yet playful black-dressed Alesha, not really believing her words, though he knew what she meant.

"Is that so, I don't know you."

York, supporting the sleeping little Sharon with his left hand, spoke earnestly.

"Little Sharon is Little Sharon, you are you."

"Uncle York, you really make me sad." Black-dressed Alesha stopped half a meter in front of York, her face showing genuine sadness and tears of black sludge trickling down, making her seem somewhat unreal.

A word flashed in York's mind.

Two characters, that is, "yandere."

In the previous life, "yandere" mostly referred to a complex and extreme personality trait, generally speaking, yandere indeed has some elements of mental illness, these people, once they go mad, ordinary people can't even imagine what they might do.

Because yandere is really hard to control.

Perhaps seeing his silence, black-dressed Alesha turned around, her ripples spreading further.

But the apocalyptic scene outside had already reached its end, the cage-like fragments had started to collapse entirely, and after the black waves were shattered by the white torrent, the outside had already shown a white light, starting to spread from afar across the black sea.

This meant that once the black sea underfoot turned completely white, she, black-dressed Alesha, would likely be purified just as thoroughly.

Yet black-dressed Alesha did not seem to care at all, still maintaining her smile, and said.

"Uncle York, actually I, little Sharon, and the original are all one."

Black-dressed Alesha extended her hand, pointed at herself, then at the front, touching the little Sharon in his arms, but at that moment, York saw a flash of loss and envy in black-dressed Alesha's eyes.

"Little Sharon is me, I am also Little Sharon, and I am also the original Alesha, so I can feel your warmth."

She nodded earnestly, "Yes, very warm, this warmth is something I felt for the first time since I was born, the original has been observing the outside world through Little Sharon, as if she was living outside."

York stood silently, just staring at the black-dressed Alesha in front of him, somewhat silent.

Feeling the changes in this dark world, now thinking seriously, at this point, the girl in front of him seemed unable to do anything.

During the battle, only the person involved could experience the distinction between the strengths and weaknesses of friends and foes, in his heart, this world that harbored dark powers actually had at most a quarter of the power compared to a rotten world.

So at the beginning, he felt that extracting a quarter was enough, enough for him to annihilate the black-dressed Alesha in front of him.

"She said, feeling parental love, she thinks parents are the gods in her eyes."

Black-dressed Alesha tilted her head and chuckled.

"Do you know, Uncle York, to me, these words are so ridiculous, I think so, all humans in the world should die, their minds are so disgusting, their blood and hearts are all black,

I've always thought this, so I increasingly feel that the original is not me, Little Sharon is not me, I want to devour them, to become my true self,

But when I saw you, I finally understood what warmth is."

York stared at the very vividly speaking black-dressed Alesha, and finally couldn't help but sigh, yet he did not stop his actions.

Because there is no right or wrong in this matter, only different standpoints, he probably understood what black-dressed Alesha was

 saying, but he also did not believe that this Alesha born from darkness would stop because of him, it's certain that, except for him, everyone deserved to die.

Just like in the Silent Hill movie, only Alesha's two mothers survived, proving that mother is indeed a child's God in their eyes.

Boom!

The white torrent outside had already replaced everything, it spread like a stain in this world, beginning to cover the black sea underfoot.

At this moment, only a few tens of meters were left between them.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" York sighed, looking at black-dressed Alesha, who deliberately stopped half a meter away.

In fact, the core power was her, this world at best was just an extension of black-dressed Alesha's spiritual world, so she could escape and resist.

Black-dressed Alesha smiled, shaking her head,

"Uncle York, in my eyes, you are actually like the sun, for the original or Little Sharon, parents are the gods in their eyes, but you are the God in my eyes."

Her smile was somewhat radiant.

"I know you want to kill me, and if you kill me, I am willing."

York shook his head, "I don't understand."

His words were vague, but black-dressed Alesha just smiled.

"When Little Sharon was sleeping, I was always watching you, by your side, your conversations with the believers, your reading, your eating, including your sleeping, all were in my eyes, you don't understand, but I understand why I would do this,

because you are special."

York was taken aback, staring at the black-dressed Alesha in front of him.

At that moment, with a tremendous roar, the white torrent surged hundreds of meters high, pressing down towards them.

At this moment, black-dressed Alesha stretched out her hands, yet did not advance half a step, still smiling in her smile said.

"Uncle York, I want to hug you, may I?"

Assured that black-dressed Alesha had lost any chance to escape and resist, York took a deep breath, and at the moment the giant wave was about to press down, he softened his heart and nodded.

"If you"

Before he could finish, in the next second in his eyes, black-dressed Alesha showed a very beautiful smile, and ran towards him.

Just like in the car, what he saw and felt.

Endless ruins, piercing through one after another burnt iron frame, at this moment turned into a sky of white giant waves.

With a bang, the white giant wave exploded, turning into powdery like twinkling stars, the original cage-like black world turned into a white world.

The black sea underfoot also turned into a sea of white holy power.

York looked down.

His waist was already encircled by a small hand, the originally dirty black dress, with traces of black lava under the eyes, and messy-haired black-dressed Alesha, somehow under the influence of the holy power, turned into another look.

A white dress, a clean face, a clean smile.

"Uncle York," she looked up and smiled, her smile as radiant as flowers, no longer with the previous seductiveness and yandere feeling.

"I finally hugged you."

Just after speaking, her figure instantly became illusory.

"You" York reached out his right hand and pressed down.

In the end, the little girl in front of him disappeared completely under the illusion, his hand fell through, grabbing nothing.

York was stunned for a moment, feeling quite complex, complex enough to make him silent.

He heard black-dressed Alesha's last words in his ears.

"Uncle York, I don't want to live like this, I want to live in your memory, because maybe that is the real me"

Looking at nothing, the sky filled with twinkling starlight crystals in the white world, York thought to himself.

"What is all this about?"

Black-dressed Alesha was right, with his current brain, which is even more powerful than photographic memory, he probably really couldn't forget her.

It was equivalent to her words before her death, living in his memory.

No other, although it seems he had no intersection with black-dressed Alesha, her actions were still enough to catch him off guard, originally thinking of a great battle, yet ended in such a special way.

The opponent obviously intended to die.

But thinking about it, rather than being controlled by dark humans, death doesn't seem so terrible,

Just as black-dressed Alesha said, she didn't want to live like this, she hated all humans in the world, how could she let humans control her actions and extract and use her power.

"Forget it."

Thinking of this, York took a long breath, and checked on little Sharon's condition.

Little Sharon was still sleeping deeply.

"Things probably end like this."

York was prepared

, the moment black-dressed Alesha disappeared, the mechanical sound followed and rang.

[...]

[Condition met: Trigger random mission, the deity of the Native Americans]

[Mission requirement: Eliminate the contaminated root (completed)]

[Reward: +20 attribute points (issued)]

[...]

"So you really died, huh." York couldn't help thinking of the dissipated black-dressed Alesha.

After a moment of silence, York put away his feelings, looked at the whole white world made up of holy power, looked at the endless horizon, and waved his right hand.

The entire white world disappeared, and under York's will, returned to his body.

[Spiritual/Holy Power: 403+99000000 (consumables)/403+99000000 (consumables) (Note: One point restored every minute)]

As the holy power was reclaimed, the white world disappeared, and the environment returned to its original state.

Now it was no longer the reddish-brown world of black-dressed Alesha, but a grayish-white, foggy world.

Without black-dressed Alesha, the inside world had disappeared, leaving only the originally suppressed, surrounding, imprisoning outer world.

This was the origin mentioned by black-dressed Alesha, the power of the original body Alesha in his mouth.

"Is this the place then."

York, with complex emotions, looked around the environment.

The inside world was not a one-to-one copy of the real world, but based on the dark powers and spirit of black-dressed Alesha, another world formed by those dark faith fragments.

But generally speaking, the outer world was created to mimic the real world on a one-to-one scale.

Looking at the front yard plaza, which was laid out just like the outside of the church, York shook his head and walked towards the main building, the church.

In his 3D map, there was nothing inside this church, no pews, no images of Jesus.

The empty hall had a white bed, with a girl who looked exactly like little Sharon sleeping on it.

"This is the true body of Little Sharon, the deity revered by the Native Americans and who seeks vengeance for them."

York stopped in front of the closed door, not using telekinesis to break in, but extended his right hand to gently push open the door in front of him.

Little Sharon was lively and playful, black-dressed Alesha was seductively yandere, but this Alesha lying on the bed was as always serene, making one feel she was a shy, introverted little girl.

"Reminds me of my stewardess nun, Erin."

York looked at the bed placed at the center, and slowly walked over.

After what happened with black-dressed Alesha, he was really a bit unsure about this original body Alesha's situation.

When he reached the bedside, York looked at the goddess lying on the bed and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Bit of a tricky situation, huh?"

Before, he indeed saw this Alesha awake, now this Sleeping Beauty-like slumber completely baffled him as to what to do.

"Wake up!"

York thought for a while, still extended his right hand and gently tapped Alesha's face.

"The sun is going to tan your butt, stop sleeping, young lady!"

Unfortunately, this girl still slept very deeply, just like little Sharon.

York couldn't help but add a bit of force.

"Wake up! Wake up now!"

Then he saw something, the corner of his mouth twitched.

After he used a bit of force, this Alesha still did not open her eyes, but her eyelids twitched.

Pretending to sleep? Is this really a high and mighty deity? Fake?

York was somewhat speechless, his initial impression of a high and mighty deity shattered, he stopped his actions, saying.

"If you don't wake up now, then I'm leaving."

This time, the Alesha lying on the bed couldn't pretend anymore, she directly opened her eyes.

York saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars, which made him pick up some of those shattered pieces again.

Alesha sat up, looked at York, bowed her head, and grabbed his clothes with both hands, softly saying.

"Don't go, Uncle York."

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