Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 126: Memory of Meeting a Bastard (2)

Chapter 126: Memory of Meeting a Bastard (2)

Fifteen minutes in the real world felt like an hour in the hallucination. As a result, Medeia was forced to endure her painful past.

She lay on the cold snow, her fingertips frozen and her skin turned pale. Her lips were trembling because of the coldness, but that was the only reaction she showed at the moment.

She didn’t cry or get mad.

She was just lying there, feeling the cold snow that slowly froze her whole body.

"You know what, Lilith?" The voice sliced through the silence, venomous and mocking. "You look far more beautiful when you’re obedient like this."

Lucifer knelt beside her, his cold hand brushing over her hair. He grabbed a strand and brought it to his lips, kissing it with his disgusting lips.

"See? You’re so much better when you stop fighting. That way, you can live leisurely as my queen in hell."

Live leisurely?

Medeia almost laughed at the absurdity of his words. She was indeed the queen of hell once, but leisurely was the last thing she could associate with that title.

The only thing she remembered about being his wife was pain and sorrow, an endless cycle of torment that stripped her of her dignity, her freedom, and her happiness.

"Let’s hope you keep this kind of attitude when I free you a century from now," Lucifer said as he pushed her head into the frozen ground. "Remember this, you’re nothing more than my slave."

Medeia didn’t say anything, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him with empty, hollow eyes.

Just like she always did.

Before she finally succeeded in taking Lucifer’s throne, Medeia had always pretended to be submissive in his presence, carefully concealing her true thoughts.

After being betrayed by one of her minions, she had concealed all of her plans from others.

She played the role of the obedient queen flawlessly, enduring every humiliation, every torment, as she silently plotted her revenge.

Her silence wasn’t a weakness. It was a strategy.

[Host, do you still remember where you are?]

She was trapped inside a hallucination mutant ability.

She didn’t have to be silent in order to take revenge.

As Lucifer walked away, Medeia finally moved her eyes toward his back. She murmured, "Fuck you."

[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]

She ignored the system’s voice. The emptiness in her eyes slowly faded as she fought the trauma response her body had given in to.

She had been obedient for centuries, bearing all the pain in silence. But why should she fear him now?

He wasn’t even real in this world. And even if he were, he had severed all ties with her the moment he killed her.

Medeia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her anger began to crawl from her heart.

She refused to let this illusion, no matter how vivid or cruel, reduce her to the broken doll she once was.

"Lucifer," Medeia forced herself to stand, ignoring the biting cold that seeped into her skin. "Maybe this version of you don’t know this yet, but in the future, I managed to claim your precious throne."

She summoned the abyssal sword, its dark. Taking a step toward him, she continued, "Yes, you eventually killed me. But let me tell you something, the only reason you succeeded was because I let you."

"I was bored in hell, tired of dealing with your pathetic games and your insufferable behavior. So when you came at me, I didn’t even bother fighting back. It wasn’t because you were stronger." Medeia smiled. "But it was because I was done."

Medeia’s grip on the sword tightened as she tilted her head. "And you know what? Thanks to you, I finally found someone far better than you. He’s more handsome, kinder, and loves to spoil me to death."

Her eyes lit up after she talked about Lucian. "This might sound strange, but I’m glad you killed me."

The hallucination was only stealing fragments of her memories, recreating the same scene like a poorly written script.

Everything seemed so real, but still, it lacked the authenticity of her true nightmare.

It couldn’t fully replicate the true power of the demon king, nor could it adapt when Medeia chose to deviate from the path of her memory.

But did that even matter?

As long as he wore that face, Medeia couldn’t help but want to punch him.

Standing before him now, she dropped her sword, only to pivot and drive her knee into his stomach.

"You’ve no control over me anymore, you motherfucker." Medeia kicked him again, then slammed his body onto the frozen ground. "A worthless bastard like you should’ve stayed rotting in hell where you fucking belong, you piece of shit."

[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]

[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]

[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-Points.]

[Host, you haven’t cursed like this in the past few—]

"Shut up, you annoying bitch."

If the system could breathe, it definitely gasped when it heard her insult.

[Host, you can’t insult the system!]

[Foul language detected! Penalty -100 C-Points!]

Instead of getting angry, Medeia flashed a wide smile. "Deduct my points all you want, I’m not collecting them for fun."

She had anticipated a moment like this, and she knew more than anyone else that cursing was one of her great passions.

Therefore, once she collected so many C-Points, she used it to curse all she wanted.

[Host, the system warns you to stop.]

"Or what?" Medeia clicked her tongue. "You want to deduct my points? Go ahead, I don’t give a damn anymore."

[You’re not thinking straight, Host.]

[You need to calm down.]

"Calm down, my ass." Medeia slammed her fist into Lucifer’s face, hard enough to make his nose crooked. "I’ll calm down after I beat the shit out of this bastard."

[Host, this is just your hallucination! If you interact too much with the subject of the hallucination, it will take you longer to escape.]

"Good." Medeia grabbed the demon’s long hair. "Because this piece of shit needs a long lesson to understand that he’s nothing more than a heaven’s trash."