Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses 61

Girl Doesn’t Die in Fairytale Town 61 :  Nothing More to Ask For

Cracked earth, pervasive miasma, scorching air that felt like breathing molten lava, grotesque, twisted monsters wandering and fighting aimlessly.

This was the Endless Wasteland, a post-apocalyptic hellscape left behind after the Old Era’s destruction.

However, I couldn’t remember how long I had been wandering through this hell.

During the “Calamity Tide,” time and space lost all meaning.

Familiar whispers echoed in my ears, attempting to sway my mind, to lure me into their embrace.

“You sacrificed so much for humanity, paid such a heavy price… and what did they do? They called you a traitor, exiled you, blamed you for everything… Was it worth it?”

A sorrowful, compassionate voice, filled with endless warmth and gentleness, whispered in my ear.

“No human can understand you, so why do you persist?” Another voice, cold and disdainful, followed. “You have glimpsed the truth of the world. You should transcend all of this, escape humanity’s narrow-mindedness, and join us…”

“Kill them! Tear them apart! Devour them! They all deserve to die!” Another frenzied will tried to infect me.

…Laughable.

I didn’t speak, simply continuing my journey.

I could feel their fear, their terror, their panic… the same emotions they had once inflicted upon humanity.

Because they couldn’t stop me, no matter what they tried.

“Why am I doing this…?”

“Is it to save humanity? To eliminate disasters? To kill you… ‘Primordial Demons’?”

“You’re all wrong…”

Finally, I reached my destination, the peak of the highest mountain in the world.

Above me, only the obscured, false starry sky, no other living beings.

“A good place.”

I whispered.

But just then, their auras intensified, the Demonic Offerings embedded in my body trembling violently.

The “Eye of Fear, Envy, and Defilement,” “Dream Eater,” “Return to Nothingness,” “Sands of Time”… and “Death,” the gift from the “Witch of Absolute Death.”

These were my trophies, torn from them, containing their immense power, the true Offerings.

All other Demonic Offerings were merely fragments of these, possessing only a fraction of their power.

I chuckled softly. They were making their last stand, but it was futile.

“Because I promised her… that I would return everything to how it was…”

Although I was smiling, for some reason, I felt a warm wetness on my cheeks.

The boundless sky churned and twisted, the wills of the Primordial Demons surging, struggling to break free.

“I promised you… and I will keep my promise…”

“Even if betrayed by everyone, burdened by endless sins… I will not fail you…”

I touched my chest, my heart long since stopped beating, yet I could still vaguely feel a familiar warmth.

“Luo Yan… Luo Yan… you unreasonable madman… trying to drag us down with you… Never…”

“If it weren’t for Death’s betrayal… we… wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

Broken whispers echoed, the Primordial Demons finally reaching their end.

It seemed the “Witch of Absolute Death,” with whom I had made a pact, had succeeded.

Although there was no power in this world capable of truly killing them, at least… she could trap them in an inescapable, eternal slumber.

“To be called a madman by demons… I should be honored.”

In my final moments, I straightened my clothes.

Even though I was no longer human, the Demonic Offerings having transformed me into a hideous monster, anyone who saw me now would only think of the most terrifying Devil’s Apostle.

But thinking of her…

“I should maintain my most beautiful appearance…”

I slowly sat down, the peak of the mountain like a throne, allowing me to face the end with dignity.

Gradually, my appearance returned to human form, the same as when I first met her.

Endless illusory chains surged from all directions, binding my limbs, restraining my restless soul and mind.

“To maintain a human form… until now… is this my limit…?”

I sighed, thinking to myself.

I wanted to spend more time with her…

I slowly closed my eyes, a faint smile on my lips.

I seemed… to see her again…

A small, silver-haired… figure… from behind.

As the roars of the Primordial Demons faded, I could feel my consciousness dimming, disappearing.

“Let my life… be an eternal memory of you…”

Within a desolate, ruined town, grotesque monsters wandered aimlessly, like ghosts.

Faint shadows clung to them, vaguely resembling human forms.

Among them, a burly monster, pieced together from fragmented limbs, stood amidst the rubble, its bulging eyes occasionally flashing with a flicker of struggle.

Just then, a stone eye materialized, hovering above the ruins.

A towering church instantly rose from the rubble, intense mental waves sweeping through the town, dragging it into a specially constructed spiritual domain.

Within this domain, everything in the town returned to its former, undamaged state.

Only the church was an exception.

The burly, grotesque monster transformed into a handsome, blonde man, his eyes still filled with confusion, inexplicably finding himself in a dark church hall.

Before Ronner could regain his senses, the candles around him lit up, and a throne, bound by endless chains, abruptly appeared in the center of the hall.

“This is…”

A girl sat gracefully on the throne, her silver hair cascading down, her breathtakingly beautiful face…

She slowly opened her eyes, and Ronner inadvertently met her gaze.

Fear, terror…

Ronner felt as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, instantly shattering the mental barrier Mrs. Natalie had erected to protect him.

He remembered all the pain he had endured, but it was nothing compared to the terror he felt witnessing this girl’s awakening.

But in the next moment, this fear and these memories vanished, and Ronner’s mind became disoriented. When he regained his senses, he found himself in an ordinary church hall, no throne, no chains.

A beautiful silver-haired girl looked at him curiously, silent.

“Who… are you?”

Ronner asked.

Hearing this question, the silver-haired girl blinked, her brows furrowing cutely, as if deep in thought.

After a moment, she whispered,

“My name seems to be… Luo Yan?”

…She had failed.

-End of Volume 1-

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2 responses to “Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses 61”

  1. dweeb_com Avatar
    dweeb_com

    So she’s like, the most devoted death’s lover?

  2. criccode Avatar
    criccode

    So she tried to seal all the demons, got their offerings, conspired with the witch of death but failed at the last step, so she suffered from the failure and seem to have forgotten everything except for a silver haired girl which might have been Luo yan

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