I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today
Chapter 1020: Medusa 10

Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020: Medusa 10

"Sigh..."

The she-demon sighed lightly, as if she lamented over his life that had nothing worthy of mentioning.

"I know you can’t accept it. You’ve created the best world for yourself, and now you have to face reality. It really is cruel..."

"...The best... world?" Shen Mo closed his eyes, feeling waves of dizziness in his brain.

He couldn’t agree with this statement.

How could this nonsensical world be the best one?

"Yes, at least for you..." the she-demon whispered gently, "society has crumbled, family bonds torn apart, no such thing as spouses, no such thing as children, no such thing as siblings... All the relationships imposed by societal structures become burdens. Everyone faces the prospect of being parted by life and death at any moment, living alone in this world, as a sole individual living for oneself..."

The soft feminine voice slowly drifted into his ears, as if clearing away the fog for him.

"Ah... What a pure and simple world this is. However, deep inside your heart, you still seem to long for those burdensome relationships... Thus, you’ve fabricated a partner, elders, siblings for yourself..."

Shen Mo murmured, "They... are all figments of my imagination?... Are they people that I... made up?"

The she-demon responded, "Otherwise, how do you explain a partner with disabled legs standing up again... Do labyrinths truly exist? How do you explain a teacher who still keeps his original aspiration of educating others in a game, can there really be a person who is kind to the point of stupidity in this world? And how do you explain... that primary school student following you, not noisy or mischievous, without a child’s capriciousness, always understanding and well-behaved, enduring hardship, oh, how could that be possible?"

The she-demon sighed again, "Because it’s all your imagination... You need them to maintain a perfect image. Even the ruffians and gangsters on the street have been fantasized by you into innocent big boys, and how convenient that all these people have all lost their families."

Shen Mo felt a splitting headache.

...indeed, they all had no families...

Tan Xiao was raised by his grandparents. When both passed away during his primary school years, he became an orphan.

Chang Weicai was a widower in middle age. It was said he had a child working overseas, and his elderly parents, in their eighties or nineties, lived in Yangzhou, but they had been untraceable since, essentially leading a solitary life.

Pan Xiaoxin also lived with his grandparents, while his parents worked in other places and were completely out of touch.

And there was Bai Youwei... Bai Youwei came from a single-parent family, with a sole mother whose whereabouts were unknown.

If it was one or two, it could be called a coincidence, but all four people without families? Could it really be as the she-demon said, that these people were his imagination? Fictional? ...Fake?

Shen Mo became more and more confused.

He tried to see clearly, but the surroundings started to crumble, not able to see the snake, the cave, or the she-demon... Everything was melting...

Could all this really be his delusion? Fake?

Did he create those characters because of something missing in his heart, a need to construct so-called social relationships?

It’s too absurd...

...

But then...

The doll game, isn’t that even more absurd?

"Come back, Shen Mo..." the voice of the she-demon was cool and gentle like water, "Wake up and see your teammates, your family... Everyone is waiting for you... Shen Mo..."

"Shen Mo..."

"Shen Mo... wake up..."

"Wake up..."

"Shen... Mo..."

In a haze, he vaguely saw the silhouettes of his teammates; they were gathered around the hospital bed connected to machines, anxiously calling his name.

Is this real...

Is he hallucinating again?

He saw Ya Chaohui, and Fang Yu... So they weren’t dead? They were waiting for him to return in the real world...

Shen Mo opened his eyes, heavy and blurry, and tried to walk toward them.

There was a clang of footsteps.

He looked down and saw a rusty sword clutched in his hand.