vrcanaries Chapter 279 Maybe it's just that I lost one move in the game - S01E07
Chapter 279 Maybe it's just that I lost one move in the game - S01E07
"..."
"Oh! I appreciate your honesty, dear lady!"
"I just didn't expect you to use those words to put your judgment, and both yourself and me, in an even lower position—very good, that's still the brilliance I didn't expect!"
……
Okay, you have to admit, the verbal attacks from the broadcasting demon are probably a bit stronger than they were before you two fell out.
However, it must be said that these empty verbal attacks from foreigners seem to you no different from scratching an itch.
Looking at Wendigo, who still maintained a defiant posture, your heart, already filled with exhaustion and barely ignited anger, suddenly went out.
If before you were thinking, "God is really asking for a beating," or even wanted to punch him just because he spoke to you...
Now, seeing the broadcast demon speaking to you in this way, you suddenly begin to feel an unprecedented and deep-seated weariness.
After all, the only thing that really angered you about this whole thing was the deal that the broadcasting demon and Shirley made.
When you first faced this sudden betrayal, you may have indeed experienced some complex emotions...
But now that things have progressed this far, all your anger and displeasure seem to have been extinguished at some meaningless moment.
……
Because you have too many things to deal with.
Putting aside the issue of the broadcasting demon's own loss of credibility, you need some time to select or cultivate someone who can replace him; therefore, you intend to put this malignant tumor aside for the time being.
And obviously, you have more important things to do now, such as facing tomorrow's "Great Purge" with Shirley.
In the midst of such a busy time, for some reason you suddenly recall a statement that perfectly encapsulates your current situation—a statement tinged with "dark humor"—
If you can still get angry at others, it just means you're not busy enough.
After all, once you're busy enough, you won't have time to be angry with someone anymore, because you simply won't have the energy to deal with your anger.
There are some things that need to be clarified regarding tomorrow's large-scale purge.
For example, you cannot harm angels, and you are even restrained by "Adam," the first male in Europe and America with human identity.
Because your very existence is constructed from human faith, fighting Adam would prove that you are "opposing the Heavenly Force," which violates one of the precepts governing your abilities.
In other words, if you touch Adam, your abilities will be sealed by this law, and you will only be able to fight with your bare body, which is almost tantamount to suicide.
Similarly, since you cannot harm an angel who is the "gospel," the angel cannot harm you either. This means you cannot confront Adam directly, nor can you help Shirley directly fight the angelic army...
Otherwise, you alone will be enough for tomorrow's massive purge.
...These are the things that truly make you sad or anxious.
Compared to these life-or-death matters concerning Shirley's dreams, any one of these is obviously a major issue on its own, and more important than your personal feud with the broadcasting demon.
After a period of adjustment and sorting out, you've tried everything—beating, scolding, even killing—and now the situation has become like this...
Clearly, what you should be dealing with most right now is tomorrow's massive purge.
You're completely out of options against someone like the Broadcast Demon, at least for now.
You're just feeling tired or disappointed, and you don't really want to see that troublemaker, the broadcast devil, anymore.
And most importantly...
You have to admit that during this long period of recovery, the broadcasting demon taught you a very important lesson—
For example, don't let your sister be alone with a health supplement salesperson.
"Actually, the broadcasting demon, I've thought about it carefully."
Finally, after a moment of contemplation, the "giant wolf" sighed and spoke.
You slightly adjusted the direction of your claws, looking indifferently at the tiny, even slender, sinner lord before you.
He seemed to want to say something more, something he had carefully crafted that was unpleasant; but as soon as he saw you speak, the broadcaster immediately stopped his eloquent speech.
He looked at you with an almost excited gaze, as if he expected you to confront him rather than caring whether you would simply kill him.
This acerbic gentleman merely raised one eyebrow, arrogantly meeting your initiative with his signature disdainful gaze.
"..."
"Now that things have come to this, perhaps I have no right to be angry with you anymore."
"after all……"
"We are so similar yet so different."
You watch the broadcaster quietly, as if you've lost the last bit of energy left to be unhappy.
"Now I understand that in your world, you are probably the only one who matters, but I think that's good."
"It's perfectly reasonable for you to betray others for your own happiness and freedom."
"Because judging from the nature of the matter and our personalities, if you were to obstruct my cause, I would probably bring you to justice on the spot."
"I think we would all make the same choice."
"I think it's just that we were destined to go our separate ways, and I thought of you too closely, which made me let my guard down."
"I think it's just that you were one step ahead of me, and I lost this game..."
"But I'm not reconciled."
"Look..."
……
……
"Zizzi."
"Zizzi."
That's enough.
【ENOUGH】
Just as you were about to say something, a sharp, unintentional burst of static erupted from the broadcast demon's throat.
A word, steeped in the noise of distorted electricity, finally rolled out of Wendigo's throat.
……
Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, as if from some untimely circumstance.
You see the arrogant gentleman, who just moments ago had a wicked and playful look, suddenly fall into something quite obvious...
fury?
Eerie image distortions and sinister voodoo symbols float around the demon, while the broadcaster's hair and the tattered tail of his suit move without wind.
You can't see what expression is on this neurotic Wendigo's face; you can only see him gripping the microphone on the top of his cane in frustration.
The ogre town has several public address systems, which are now crackling and blaring in anger at the sinner lord.
The light bulb closest to them suddenly shattered! Muddy shards were scattered all over the ground.
A chilling, faint scream of despair briefly rose from the sea of background noise in the air, only to be forcibly suppressed by an even more eerie frequency.
Faced with such an obvious anomaly, some of the cannibal town residents, looking surprised, stopped in their tracks and stared at the inexplicably broken light bulbs, exclaiming in surprise.
"..."
What to do.
Looking at the inexplicable Wendigo in front of you, you frowned, then subtly used your tail to protect the ogre children playing nearby and several mothers with children.
"Oh...hoho...hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
“My dear, my dear… Miss ■■■”
"IMHO!"
I really dislike your current attitude!
"I think your statement is not in my opinion..."
"..."
After a burst of incomprehensible and manic laughter, he paused briefly for a few seconds, but quickly and naturally continued with the next sentence, displaying the professionalism of a top broadcaster with effortless grace.
Like how to deal with script errors.
“Listen… my poor, adorable Jellybean, all you need to know now is that you shouldn’t treat me like this—”
"Or... what's wrong, you poor little thing, you don't even have the strength to hate me anymore?"
Wendigo turned around and faced you with that huge, creepy smile.
The male demon's sharp, terrifying teeth gleamed coldly in the shadows.
You haven't seen this in a long time... The shadow of the broadcasting demon is now confronting you with a threatening posture.
That shadow, so distinct from the broadcast demon, was now glaring at you from behind.
He made a threatening and primal gesture like a wild beast, placing his hands on the sinner lord's meticulously groomed shoulders, as if he were about to pounce on you and tear you apart at any moment.
"..."
"……hate you?"
However, after hearing the broadcaster's words, you just found it funny.
Okay, you do seem to have had that feeling at the moment he made the deal with Shirley, you can't deny that.
However, the emotion of "hatred" is too heavy and too mentally draining. And when the accident actually happened, you did hate the radio demon for many moments.
But now... your feelings towards him are more of disappointment, helplessness, and a kind of exhaustion that has completely burned out.
You don't want to waste any more of your energy and what little emotion you have left on him.
Moreover, the thing you've hated for the longest time right now—
It will only be yourself.
...and it will only be yourself.
"I'm curious, Broadcast Demon."
How could you say such a thing?
"Isn't it enough that the president of Vox hates you?"
You asked him this question with a mixture of curiosity and helplessness.
After his earlier outburst of rage, the Eastern Sinner's voice suddenly returned to its former calm, like a stagnant pool—
Or rather, to the radio demon, her voice seemed to have become even more inhuman.
"……Varied……!"
Upon hearing the name Vox from your mouth, the sinner lord before him seemed to freeze in his anger.
A look of disgust and aversion, like someone who had just swallowed a fly, began to solidify on his otherwise smiling face.
Ultimately, this distorted and negative emotion surfaced between his tightly furrowed brows and in his eyes, which shimmered with a red glow and radio frequency.
"..."
"...Listen."
Seeing him like this, you sighed slightly.
"The amount of emotion left in my soul now is probably about the size of your fingernail."
"I need this emotional approach to many things, you devil."
You casually twitched your ears and looked at the broadcasting demon in front of you with the gaze of someone looking at an alien.
"First, I have to endure soul-wrenching pain every day, and I also have to deal with the emotions of the inn's guests without getting angry. I have to cook, practice swordsmanship, and handle things..."
"Didn't you notice that the expression on my face has become a victim of this pain?"
"You don't really think I have facial paralysis, do you? If you're in pain every day but can't get relief... I don't think you'd have many facial expressions."
"...And most importantly, I don't have as much time and energy as the president of Vox Technologies—to go to great lengths to hate someone with my emotions."
"This is too extravagant."
"My limit is that I can remember the details that you care about."
"'Hate' is something that doesn't give positive feedback as much as love..."
"It would only be a waste of my energy."
"It doesn't last as long as disappointment... so it will pass quickly."
"I will not hate you, nor can I hate you, broadcasting demon."
"I'm just very disappointed in you."