**VIP Chapter 572: Daisianwei’s “Birth” (4k)**
Thump, thump.
Daisianwei heard her own heartbeat.
This was the first time she had ever heard her own heartbeat.
At the first beat, she saw the smile of her “mother” in the light of her first opened eyes. Of course, she didn’t have a “mother,” but her consciousness seemed to be telling her the identity of the figure before her.
Or rather, her “life” was telling her that the person seen with the first heartbeat was her mother.
Thump.
It wasn’t strong, nor was it earth-shattering as one might imagine. It was just an ordinary drum-like sound emanating from her chest.
Only when the surroundings were not “noisy” enough could she faintly hear its beat.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
She gazed at the warm sunlight by the window, heard the sound of the door opening, turned her head, and felt her heart pound when she saw the man who instantly captivated her standing by the door.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.
She stood at the center of a dungeon battle, raised her head, and saw the immense, oppressive dragon lurking above. She could only gasp repeatedly, listening to the sound of her own excited, nervous, and frightened heartbeat.
Surging, along with these heartbeats, she seemed to feel…
The heaving of her lungs, the slowly filling and expanding stomach, the subtly wriggling intestines, the fingertips of fingers that would bleed red blood if pricked…
Every organ, everywhere blood flowed, became so clear.
Whether it was pain, exultation, quietness, excitement, or noise, blood coursed through the entire body, an inseparable connection linking everywhere.
Thump—Thump—Thump—
She seemed to feel herself walking under the sunlight in the outside world, her body driven by every drop of blood, every inch of muscle, every bit of energy, walking on a tightrope where one wrong step could send her falling, gazing down at the rushing stream below, feeling the throb of her heart.
This was…
What she was feeling in her…
A living, flesh-and-blood existence?
So this was how every organ in the body was?
All connected by flowing blood, held together by such fragile connections, controlling her brain by performing their respective duties?
No, no, no…
It was supposed to be “fragile”!
It was precisely because of these connections, which could fall apart with a casual touch, were susceptible to cold and heat, and were so easily damaged, that made her so annoyed!
Something that could so easily lead to “death,” why…
—Why did she feel afraid from the bottom of her heart?
—Why did she…
—So…
—So much want to cherish this body.
The “life” originating from the “flesh,” accompanying the beat of her heart, caused her limbs to grow at a speed far, far greater than before.
Her feet landed on the ground.
Compared to her body’s anticipation of movement, this was the first time she had stepped on solid ground.
She wore no “clothes” on her body; even the beautiful dress she always had in the Death Hall had vanished.
Standing on the ground, she could feel herself “thinking,” controlling her body, consciously…
Surviving?
She looked at Will.
She looked at the four of them.
The “consciousness” in the depths of her mind flooded in uncontrollably.
Liya, who had already experienced her flames, was most skilled at causing death through scorching heat. That staff could reach temperatures as high as ten thousand degrees! She would die in her flames in an instant.
Daisianwei’s expression twisted uncontrollably.
Iaar, although she hadn’t shown much power in killing someone, could easily cause rapid hypothermia through extreme cold. With a direct smash of her shield onto a frozen body, the frail flesh would shatter in an instant.
Daisianwei hugged her head uncontrollably.
Treya, whose sword had cut her into pieces countless times. The connection between blood could be severed with ease. Even more terrifying was that she didn’t know what kind of strange images she would implant into her sight…
Daisianwei began to retreat until she realized she couldn’t walk at all, nearly falling to the ground.
Will, he could do everything. He looked like just a priest, yet he could burn her body with flames.
They…
Were they coming together?
It would hurt so, so, so, so, so much.
Daisianwei could no longer stop herself from thinking these thoughts.
It was as if she were standing on the edge of a tall building; the closer the danger, the more her brain would simulate a rehearsal of her “death,” and then repeatedly evade it within her body.
Cannot die, cannot die, cannot die, cannot die… Don’t want to die, don’t want to die, don’t want to die… Want to live for this body, want to live to be able to run, want, want, want, want, want…
—To live?
Daisianwei’s eyes widened…
She had never imagined that as someone from the “Death Hall,” she would one day think of these things.
Death…
Had she just said “death”?
She felt her heartbeat quicken as she uttered the word.
Finally, Treya approached her, sword in hand.
She was so afraid she couldn’t walk. If her bladder hadn’t been completely empty, she probably would have left a puddle of urine on the ground just then.
How could this be?
How could she have become like this?
And what Treya brought to her…
Even just standing there, the entire world became so “sensitive,” all senses returned, linking body and spirit.
Standing on a clear mountaintop, gazing into the distance at a crescent-shaped, gradient sky.
Holding something sticky in her hand, a pastry, with a sweet scent emanating from the picnic basket.
Hearing the whistling wind, within the wind, a calling voice. Because she couldn’t clearly hear what was said after her name was called, she turned her head…
“I… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be like this…”
Daisianwei clutched her head, her eyes wide. Her gaze fell to her toes.
In her vision, which was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, droplets of water fell between her bare left and right toes, further wetting the ground already soaked with sweat.
Tears.
For the first time…
She discovered what the world looked like when crying.
The tears filling her eyes made her vision painfully clear, yet as they fell, the distance between her and the world blurred.
“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be alive. I don’t want these feelings, I don’t want to hear these words, I… I don’t want to cry because of this. Why, why, why, you people…”
As she roared, the spring behind Daisianwei, where the entire statue of Reviers was hidden, began to surge uncontrollably. The statue behind her also emerged from the spring, floating on the water’s surface.
However…
Daisianwei looked at her toes in fear.
A liquid, like dissolving white plaster, spread from her delicate, soft heels forward to her toes.
“!?”
She lowered her hands.
Listening to her own incredibly clear and powerful heartbeat, she slowly… slowly turned her head.
Melting…
The statue of Reviers, pieced together like a corpse, was no longer recognizable. They mingled together in the water like dissolving “corpses,” turning into a muddy mess.
Then, white “blood” flowed from beneath her feet.
“It… it’s all your fault. Look—what have you done to me?”
Daisianwei turned around, roaring at the four of them.
Will, who was protected the best, now blocked Iaar, who had raised her shield, and also prevented Treya, who was about to charge forward, while Liya aimed her staff at Daisianwei.
He smiled calmly, as if he had anticipated this scene. He walked towards Daisianwei, and the divine statue behind her, which was becoming shorter and more melted.
“Hahaha… Look at you, you made the god, you made the world’s only goddess…”
Daisianwei laughed and cried, unable to control herself like a child who had just understood her emotions.
But…
“The only goddess… Goddess…”
As she said the word, Daisianwei froze.
“Is dead?”
Will walked the short distance he had to go and stood before Daisianwei.
Daisianwei saw her own reflection faintly in his glasses.
Her disheveled hair, her twisted expression, and her wide, red eyes—
“Or, did it… come alive?”
Will tilted his head and chuckled with his eyes closed. Daisianwei was startled by the reflection of herself in his closed eyes, like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time, and frantically backed away.
“Shut up. I… I am the Empress of the Death Hall. You… you can’t kill me. I want to be normal. I… I will definitely become normal…”
Daisianwei saw hope in Will, in this chaotic mental state.
“You… you definitely… will kill me, right? After all, you hate me so much…”
Daisianwei became distorted. After experiencing all this, she wavered between Reviers’ supreme “divinity,” complex emotions, and a small will named “Daisianwei.”
“Killing me will make me normal!”
Will looked indifferently at Daisianwei, who was also walking towards him.
Listening to a strange statement—a statement of constant seeking of death.
“I know. You have never died. Only you have the right to kill me… Hurry, hurry up and kill me!”
She spread her hands, revealing her fangs, and smiled in a way that recaptured her former empress demeanor.
“Because, because I originally was…”
Her smile suddenly froze.
She realized…
She couldn’t say the rest of the words.
Her eyes widened.
“Originally what?”
Will suddenly spoke, his voice very gentle. At this moment, he seemed to be facing an ignorant infant.
“Originally an inanimate object? Think again, Daisianwei. What exactly do you want to do?”
“I… what I want… what I want is…”
Daisianwei slowly stabilized a little, touching her heartbeat.
“What is it? Tell me, Daisianwei.”
“I…”
Countless images flashed through Daisianwei’s mind, not just her “life,” but the lives of all beings in the world.
“I want…”
In that instant, Daisianwei seemed to see the blue sky of the whole world, taste the sweet springs of the whole world, smell the flowers of the whole world, lie down in the cotton of the whole world, hear the words of the whole world…
Plop.
She knelt on the ground.
Despite her pride as the owner of this place, she could only kneel on the ground at this moment, muttering…
“To live?”
—What?
—Me?
—Why am I saying this at this final moment?
—The Death Hall should be about seeking death, about constantly experiencing death.
—Don’t want to see the ending?
—Every story should have an ending.
—But but but but but but but but…
—Want to live, live, live, live, live.
—No.
“Perhaps, from the moment I stood in the Death Hall, unwilling to let it disappear, I… I already had this thought…”
“I… I… I originally wanted to live…”
“No. It’s because I felt alive for the first time that… that I want to live so much…”
“Why? Why, even though it hurts, it pains, makes me cry, makes me sad, breaks my heart, makes me miserable, yet… yet I don’t want to give up this heartbeat, why…”
“No, don’t… don’t kill me…”
She crawled on the ground, reaching Will, and hugged his thigh.
“Let me… let me live…”
She knelt and hugged Will’s thigh.
Speaking in a low, submissive tone.
“Not bad.”
Will clapped his hands.
Then, he produced his staff from his hand.
The black and white staff revealed a trace of strangeness. He placed the staff against Daisianwei’s chest, aiming at the half-dissolved divine statue behind her.
“You… what are you doing? You… you’re really going to kill me!”
Daisianwei wanted to run.
“No, you… you can’t. You can’t keep me alive. You’ve never died here, nor have you ever come back to life here. You simply… you don’t know how…”
Upon realizing the other party’s killing intent, her first reaction was to flee.
But Will held her down.
The next moment, a beam of light shot out from Will’s staff, piercing through Daisianwei and the Reviers statue behind her.
It completely turned the Reviers statue—and even Reviers himself—into nothingness within the dungeon…
Or perhaps.
“Congratulations.”
Daisianwei’s eyes widened.
She had calmed down.
Her heartbeat was still there, her consciousness was still there, her perception was still there.
She was still alive, not “dead” from Will’s attack.
But…
Precisely because of this…
She clearly felt everything in the Death Hall “disintegrating.” Behind her, where the Reviers statue had vanished, a door leading out of the Death Hall opened.
“Daisianwei, you have been born. Of course, the Death Hall has also been cleared.”
“Ho… how…”
Why did Will also have the ability to make her come alive?
And…
He had taken the final step, a step Daisianwei didn’t even know about, making her no longer think of “death” or dwell on “living.” Why?
Will smiled. He loosened the accessory Iaar had placed around his neck slightly, and beneath the silver collar…
Was a freshly healed scar.
It was…
The mark of healing after being beheaded.
