Your Preference (End)
“She is about to fall in love with me, but she doesn’t know it yet.”
After the Saintess left, the black snake coiled itself into a circle, staying a while longer on the bed that still retained the other’s scent. Taking advantage of the remaining warmth, the snake’s tail curled, using the quilt to cover itself.
In this state, it was as if she were still enveloped by the other’s scent.
Comfortably drowsy.
As she closed her eyes, some romantic scenes from the previous night suddenly entered her mind without warning. The black snake, pretending to sleep, was reminiscing, and suddenly a sweet fragrance emanated around her.
That was the scent she would release only when she wanted to court the other.
The black snake’s tail swayed left and right, savoring some gluttonous feast’s taste, and after a good while, she thought:
No, she cannot just wait in this room for that person to return.
Such an act would make it seem as if she eagerly wanted to do something with the person. She is a demoness who seduces people into depravity, and it is always her who incites others’ desires to great heights. When has it ever been others who pressed her into the sea of desire, unable to escape?
Thinking thus, the quilt moved along with her. Originally occupying only a small space, the bulging part grew larger and larger until finally, a snow-white hand reached out from the quilt, lifting the warm cover. A woman with long black hair and black eyes slowly sat up.
If any maid were to enter the palace at this moment, they would surely see this beauty’s appearance—
Long hair reaching the waist, eyes deep and seemingly containing endless magic power, able to absorb everything.
The waist’s curve is even more remarkable, with a wasp waist and raised hips, forming a perfect S-shaped curve. In the places that should be full, not a bit is lacking. Just one glance from such a person would make one’s face flush and heart race, as if those restricted scenes, unable to appear under the sunlight, would instantly occupy one’s mind.
With no one to appreciate the beauty, she does not pity herself. Supporting herself on the edge of the bed as if boneless, she gazed in the direction outside the palace and muttered to herself:
“Isn’t it already noon rest time?”
Why hasn’t a certain Saintess returned yet?
Could it be because I mentioned returning early in the evening, that person simply assumes there’s no need to return at noon?
The black-haired woman’s eyes flashed with a bit of annoyance. She wanted to establish contact with that separated part of her consciousness to ask what the Saintess was doing now. However, after waiting for a while, she was somewhat surprised.
That part of consciousness had unilaterally cut off its connection with her.
What happened?
Could it be…
Little Lilith finally couldn’t restrain her thoughts and impulses, and prepared to take advantage of the saintly woman while she was not present, secretly taking advantage, right?
After all, she is a part of her, and the person who understands the black snake the most is certainly herself. Thinking of the child whose surface is pure and kind, yet inside is just as malicious as herself, Lilith was momentarily indecisive.
She was about to follow the connection between the two of them, heading to the place where the avatar was located. Just as she reached the palace gate, she suddenly heard an extremely loud bell sound coming from the sky.
This bell sound spread over an extremely wide range, majestic and deep.
Carrying a certain solemn sacred aura.
All things would awaken with this sound.
The woman standing at the palace gate froze for a moment, instinctively looking up in the direction of the sky. This glance happened to catch countless white doves flying over her head, flapping their wings in flocks, heading to the other side of the sky, bringing up a strong wind.
Like a snowstorm.
Lilith never knew the temple reared so many doves. When they were in flocks, the life aura was extremely intense, and this vast area of white also symbolized a holy existence.
She felt her entire soul trembling.
It is the fear of dark creatures toward the Lord of Light, as if in the unseen, she already knew what kind of enemy had awakened.
Lilith’s hand rested on the nearby palace door, and her fingertips recoiled. Some magical energy instinctively leaked from her palm, leaving a branding trace on the golden door of the Sun Temple. The magic array on the door did not guard against this kind of erosion, emitting a sizzling protest sound.
The woman by the door was completely unaware, only lowering her head, and slowly uttering from her crimson lips:
“My God…”
God has awakened.
If last night was only a precursor to awakening, then now the ringing of the bell in the sky is the sign of God’s consciousness recovery.
The Miracle Continent has historical records—
Whenever God awakens from slumber, the recklessly spreading darkness will fearfully retreat back into corners and crevices, hiding themselves as much as possible, because in the places where God’s gaze can reach, darkness is not allowed to exist.
God will use just judgment to purify all the dark beings.
As expected.
Lilith had just thought of this when she heard the first divine language coming from the horizon.
Except for the gods, other species are not allowed to learn the divine language, so naturally, Lilith did not understand the meaning of this sentence. However, she understood the joyful cheer of the doves, as if in praise.
At the same time.
She suddenly felt a slight pain in her heart.
It was the demonic core, planted last night in another’s body and connected to her origin, that had lost its breath.
Thinking of that cold, hard woman, her eyes flickered for a moment. Surprisingly, she did not wait for the arrival of the second judgment. Instead, she directly transformed into black demonic energy and went straight to the place where the energy had disappeared.
Midway, she reestablished contact with little Lilith.
An emotion of heart-piercing pain spread in her mind, and the other seemed to hate to the extreme, even influencing her main body to have a momentary thought of mass slaughter.
Fortunately, she controlled it.
Demonic energy in a room reformed into a physical form, and the black-haired woman appeared, seeing at the window a golden-haired girl holding a person. The girl, who always liked to appear as a child, at this moment seemed to be a mature woman, and this change was merely to tightly hold in her arms the person who had already lost life.
Lilith faced that part of herself, her gaze slowly moved down…
She saw the woman who, in the morning, was still indifferent to her, now pale and lifeless, lying in little Lilith’s embrace, her eyes closed.
In her chest, there was still a long light arrow.
That arrow, with its scorching, burning light power, seemed determined not to rest until it had burned away all the darkness in the world.
Sensing Lilith’s extreme demonic energy, the light arrow faintly trembled, as if wanting to come out from Xu Jiao’s body and pierce through them both as well.
The golden-haired girl raised her head, the tears on her chin already somewhat dry.
She softly said, “It was God who killed her.”
The black-haired woman was silent for a moment, as if she had not yet reacted to this sudden change. In her memory, she had one-sidedly agreed with this Saintess to return early tonight.
Because.
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She wanted to try forgetting God and then falling in love with this woman.
But…
Lilith no longer had this opportunity.
The golden-haired girl holding Xu Jiao’s corpse looked at her, seemingly waiting for her decision. After a long, suffocating silence, the girl received the answer.
She gently placed the person in her arms down, as if the other had merely fallen asleep unintentionally.
Immediately after, the black snake heard her say, “She said we will reunite, but before the reunion, I will avenge her.”
Lilith subconsciously stopped her: “No.”
Just at this moment, an angry sound came from the sky—
Thunder roared, and purple-black thunderclouds, rolling with lightning, shrouded the sky above the Sun Temple, this place once most favored by God, now unexpectedly became the core of bearing God’s wrath.
This was something no one had expected.
The golden-haired Lilith noticed that she was preparing to take herself back into her body. In that instant, she transformed into a black demonic energy, with part of it following the black snake’s will to return, while the rest stretched into a long black cloud mass, heading out the window.
Lightning struck that black demonic energy, yet it remained unharmed, able only to let it ascend to the sky.
Lilith stood in the room, seeing the lightning flash outside the window, illuminating Xu Jiao’s face.
Her connection with the avatar was not completely cut off.
Now, she felt the other rushing towards the heavenly palace where God resided, but she did not interfere. She simply squatted in front of Xu Jiao’s corpse, raised her hand to wipe away the red on her lips, and softly said:
“I seem to have not yet asked your name.”
“God has no name, but you should have one.”
Once, Lilith thought about God, but just as this thought arose, before she had time to do anything, God sent her back to the Miracle Continent without hearing her words of defense.
Nor did They give her the chance to prove herself.
Now, she had done so many things, originally wanting to return to God’s side, but later changed her mind, wishing only to find a quiet place to live with this Saintess, no longer thinking about the one she could never truly have.
Yet God did not tolerate them.
This is God…
Lilith covered the direction of her heart and spat out a mouthful of black blood. She slowly closed her eyes, and upon reopening them, she had already, along with another part of her will, reached the place where God resided.
That face was still as indifferent as she remembered, the eyes devoid of any emotion.
But Lilith had never seen such a severe injury appear on God’s body.
From the left lower chest position, golden blood was flowing out.
Lilith could feel that her other incarnation had now become pure demonic energy, interacting with the demonic energy inside God’s rib, destroying this perfect body from within.
She thought she would be very sad, reluctant, or perhaps that over the years too many questions had accumulated, leading to countless thoughts not knowing where to begin speaking.
However, her mood was far more calm than she had anticipated.
Lilith looked at the face opposite, exactly like the Saintess’s, with even more perfect features. She was supposed to be infatuated, but at this moment, a strange comparison suddenly emerged in her mind:
The Saintess’s appearance seemed somewhat more vivid.
Even her indifference carried a kind of charming cuteness.
And she unexpectedly felt nothing towards God’s face.
“Judgment…” God looked at her, eyes devoid of joy or sorrow. The entire Miracle Continent knew they hated darkness, but now, as They saw Lilith, the embodiment of darkness, there was no pain at all, as if They did not recognize her, only mercilessly wanting to destroy her.
Lilith, though she did not understand the divine language, felt that if God finished uttering this divine sentence, she would be judged. So she urged the power inside God’s body, piercing through Their entire body—
“!”
Golden blood overflowed more and more, and the ground bloomed with beautiful white little flowers.
The brilliant sunlight on the horizon was suddenly swallowed by blackness from the edges, plunging half of the Miracle Continent into darkness, as if about to welcome eternal night.
Lilith glanced to the side, and when she looked back, the perfect body full of divine power had already fallen, and from Their body, the retrieved demonic energy was reduced to a pitiful wisp, unable even to condense into a form.
She stared at God amidst the flower-filled place.
Then, she sighed softly: “This is God…”
Heartless, indifferent.
Once again, a successfully schemed, fallen existence.
At this moment, Lilith suddenly felt a sense of utter boredom, even entertained a slightly absurd thought, always feeling that the former Saintess was not God’s substitute, and that this emotionless, law-like existence was the Saintess’s substitute.
She knew she was lost in wild thoughts.
Probably because…
She was missing her, right?
Threads of demonic energy flew in front of her, the voice still childlike and clear, with an unexpected joy: “How are you…?”
Lilith did not answer this question.
That voice then began to self-question and answer: “Ah, I know, I am a part of you. When I fell in love with the Saintess, you were already moved, weren’t you?”
“You long ago stopped loving God.”
“You love the Saintess, but you refuse to admit it.”
Lilith heard the voice talking to itself beside her ear, and looked down at the body completely covered by flowers, with features unclear. At the same time, the sunlight in the sky disappeared, and the entire world returned to night.
She is the witch of the night.
When she is awake, this world should be shrouded in darkness.
Lilith raised her hand, and some power flew from her fingertips, spreading in the sky and becoming beautiful points of light. Those light points fell like rain, from one end of the sky to the other.
It was a meteor shower descending upon the entire continent.
Both beautiful.
And terrifying.
Where the light points fell, they carried the power to ignite flames and create deep craters.
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She stood at the horizon, watching the entire continent covered by that firelight, and suddenly said: “Do you know she deceived you?”
The demonic energy circled around her: “What?”
Lilith lowered her eyes, mercilessly looking at the world in ruins, and slowly answered:
“She will not come back.”
“She will not appear in this world again.”
The demonic energy seemed somewhat confused, stopping on her shoulder and following her words: “Then where should I go to reunite with her?”
Lilith’s voice was devoid of emotion: “I don’t know.”
She said: “She is already dead.”
The demonic energy puffed up somewhat unhappily, even secretly absorbing more demonic energy from her body, stubbornly repeating: “Her Excellency the Saintess said we will reunite; she never lies to me.”
Lilith curled her lips, as if mocking her, the desires within her fading away with that person’s death. At this moment, her merciless overlooking of the world actually somewhat resembled God.
“She never lies to you? Then do you know why she left you and me in this world?”
“Why?”
“Because she wants you to become God.”
Lilith paused; even though the demonic energy was also her consciousness, she did not completely take it back, probably because she stood too high and the wind was too cold, making her feel too lonely. She needed a voice to converse with herself.
The demonic energy replied in a low voice: “But I don’t want to become God. I want to be with Her Excellency the Saintess, wherever she is, I will go.”
These words somehow pleased Lilith.
She looked back at the flower cluster behind her, feeling that those previous thoughts had become extremely distant, even somewhat unreal. Lilith opened and closed her eyes, her mind filled with that more vivid face.
Fallen, calm, and pitifully begging her for mercy…
She took a deep breath and asked another voice: “You don’t want to be God?”
The demonic energy wrapped around her hair: “I don’t want to.”
Lilith nodded: “What a coincidence, I don’t want to either.”
The firelight of the Miracle Continent burned more intensely, as if wanting to roll from the land to the sky.
In that expanse of fiery red.
She leaped down from the clouds.
The newly born God of the Miracle Continent also fell.
《The Favored Her》 Finale Chapter:
“Little Lilith once said that wherever the Saintess goes, she will follow.
The Saintess did not want to take her to hell.
But she still decided to keep the promise.
Because… what little Lilith said and expressed were also the words of the witch.
She never told the Saintess that there was never any little Lilith; from beginning to end, it was her. Those clingy, coquettish, cute, reluctant traits were all her.
From the first glance at the Saintess, the witch completely fell.
The Saintess gave her new life.
When the Saintess died, she also died.
Because she was born from the other’s favor, when that love no longer existed, she also ceased to exist.”
—end—
Xu Jiao heard the system use that mechanical voice to read out the content, leaned back on the gaming chair’s backrest, half-closing her eyes, and waited for the content to finish. She lowly repeated:
“When that love is no longer there, she also ceases to exist?”
She clasped her hands and covered her face, taking a deep breath, and somewhat puzzled, she asked the system: “In this world… how can there be someone who dies because they lost another person’s love?”
The system was quiet for a few seconds.
It said: “In the vast world, nothing is strange.”
“Perhaps in other worlds, no, but the book world is different. Your protagonist lost your love, and it is indeed no different from death.”
The system continued and reminded Xu Jiao: “Isn’t Xia Jingzhe the same?”
Xu Jiao was momentarily speechless.
She almost forgot Xia Jingzhe, after all, it was the first book she traveled to. She wasn’t serious, almost treating the experience as her own otherworldly travel. She didn’t want to follow what the system said and was not interested in that “fake” world. Now, recalling, many things are vague.
Except for Xia Jingzhe’s death.
The virtual space was quiet for a long time until the system spoke again and asked: “Didn’t you also have someone you liked very much? Some things, once possessed, are unbearable to lose.”
Xu Jiao lowered her eyes.
Then, she gently laughed a little.
“You are right.”
Xu Jiao said: “I was too young then to become her lover, and my perception of everything was vague and confused. I couldn’t have a relationship with her, yet in the days after, I remembered her for such a long time. If I had been in love with her… perhaps…”
Perhaps I would also be heartbroken, wishing to follow her.
Xu Jiao’s throat moved, as if wanting to say more, but in the end, she only stared at the book that had already turned gray, with various voices echoing in her mind, as if the last second had just passed:
“Do you want to try liking me a little?”
“If you like me, I will also like you.”
“Please me, make me fall in love with you.”
“Come back early tonight.”
……
“Did you like her a little?” the system suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
Xu Jiao opened her eyes and again stared at the gray book for a long time, feeling a bit of anger rising inexplicably.
“No,” she said expressionlessly, “I will not like someone who tramples on my feelings and does not cherish my efforts at all.”
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“Mm?”
In another space.
A woman awoke from sleep, hearing the system report the number, she seemed somewhat unresponsive, stunned for a moment, and confirmed: “You just said, how much did the Creator’s favorability towards me increase in this world?”
“-1,” the system calmly repeated this value.
The woman was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, her voice echoing throughout the space. Even though it was a negative value, she seemed as if she had already fulfilled a wish, her laughter revealing unparalleled joy and satisfaction.
“You seem very happy? Why? Wasn’t the favorability deducted by 1 point?” the system asked, puzzled.
The woman hummed, very willing to explain:
“In the first world, she was indifferent, and the favorability did not change at all.”
“In the second world, she pitied me, so symbolically gave me 1 point of favorability.”
“In the third world, because of my self-respect and self-love, because I didn’t want her charity, she gave me the appreciation one ordinary person has for another, the kind of points that belong to making friends, 15 points of favorability.”
“Until now…”
The woman lowly dragged out her voice, the final sound almost disappearing, as if recalling something.
“She is angry at me.”
“Did you not notice? She started to pay attention to me, hoping I would give her the reaction she wants. When I made a decision contrary to hers, she got angry. Does this script seem familiar? Isn’t it like when I became Shen Yelan and reacted to the school tyrant sister?”
She raised her hand, making a listening gesture beside her ear—
“This is not -1, system, listen carefully.”
System: “?”
The woman closed her eyes, making an enjoying and joyful expression, and slowly told the system:
“I hear many small voices…”
“1111…”
“She is about to fall in love with me, but she doesn’t know it yet.”