HBWnovel Chapter 477 477: Self-Destruction
Chapter 477 477: Self-Destruction
"Again... breaking up?" Wanhua felt her breathing quicken for an instant. Her hands and feet turned ice-cold in a split second, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
She looked at the demeanor of the young man before her; there was not a shred of joking in his eyes.
"I... I think you... have been poisoned too deeply by those dolls..."
She turned her head to the side, unwilling to make eye contact with Alain.
"I am serious." Alain's gaze followed her shifting face, not leaving it for a step.
"I don't want to hear it." The maiden shook her head. "Anyway, everything is because you were deceived. I... absolutely cannot let you want to break up—"
"Even now, do you still want to escape reality?!"
His words were like firm, large hands, forcibly pulling Wanhua's face back.
Looking at Alain, who had raised his volume, her expression went blank, not knowing where to start speaking.
Alain knew that breaking up... was merely a means.
To truly make Yang Wanhua unable to extend her hand into the Game World ever again, another method was needed after the breakup.
A method that could safely, efficiently, and definitively get rid of Yang Wanhua. He had to make her listen carefully to his following words.
Not only for his future safety but also to relieve the hatred in Alain's heart.
But the difficulty involved... was even harder than directly picking up the greatsword and beheading Yang Wanhua.
"I don't want you to be unable to listen to even some words of admonition, merely indulging in your own world."
He looked into the maiden's eyes. "Now, I will tell you everything I see, everything."
"..."
Wanhua observed Alain's face. That determination, steadfast as Mount Tai, showed absolutely no possibility of being reasoned with.
She nodded blankly.
"Do you remember?"
Having received a response, he relaxed his superficial expression. "Our first meeting."
"...Mm." She murmured with her head down, her gaze drifting to the bookshelf, to the single book placed on the highest shelf.
"That was... started by me dropping a book."
"And I picked up that book for you," Alain recalled. "That was also the beginning of everything."
His mind seemed to see a man and a woman meeting in the corridor outside a university classroom.
He, who was still quite green back then, picked up the textbook from the ground.
The book was dog-eared, and the cover was slightly faded, but it still couldn't hide the elegant name at the bottom of the cover.
Alain remembered that scene and couldn't help but laugh.
"At that time, my first impression of you, besides being pretty, was that your name was particularly hard to write."
"And I... was the exact opposite." Wanhua leaned against the headboard, looking at the dead-asleep 'Alain'. "Your name was simply too easy to write."
Alain laughed. "Lin and Yang, Yu and Wanhua... difficult and easy. How should I put it?"
He raised his head, looking at the incandescent lamp emitting bright light in the center of the ceiling, his vision haloed by the light rings.
"At that time, I probably felt that from the very beginning, we were a match made in heaven, right?"
"Mm... and then we got to know each other. Somehow, we exchanged contact information."
Wanhua pondered, sighing with nostalgia.
There were no ups and downs, just a gradual fall into the river of love.
Alain lowered his head, looking at his own palm. "You've ignored too much, haven't you?
"From the book, to the mobile phone, to WeChat, to the Computer City, to the park, to the amusement park, to the coffee shop."
The maiden nodded, a smile inadvertently spreading at the corner of her mouth.
"At that time, didn't you want to buy a computer? So you called me along."
Wanhua hugged her arms, saying proudly, "If not for me, that boss would have sold you a 3060 host for 8000!"
"Hehe." Alain chuckled softly. "Perhaps, it was also from that moment that I started having a good impression of you."
His pupils flashed with the halo of the incandescent lamp. "Diligent and thrifty in managing the household, yet also a young lady from a prestigious family, with a dignified appearance... My classmates even told me that I must have saved the world in my past life to find such a perfect partner."
"Well? You don't want to break up now, right?"
Seeing Alain speaking more and more happily, the maiden, who had been observing his expression all along, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and tentatively asked.
But the young man's face still didn't undergo any change.
And unexpectedly, Wanhua suddenly saw a trace of complex emotion flash through the depths of his eyes.
"Once, I didn't want to break up, and I absolutely never thought we would break up.
"Our personalities, bodies, topics... everything, everything seemed as if it were custom-made by some Lord God.
"How could the old me possibly want to break up?"
He continued, "Until, that matter occurred."
Alain's hand gripped the bedsheet tightly, leaving deep grey wrinkles one after another on the pure white.
"Cohabitation was a turning point for us. It let me see more clearly what kind of person you are.
"Sharpening knives in the middle of the night or whatever... I can understand. Just being a little Yandere.
"A notebook filled with my name, I wouldn't say much about that either. On the contrary, I was even a little happy.
"But, you actually instigated those two pieces of trash to... and even incurred a massive debt, making them abandon their family and children to run abroad!
"And everything you did was just to firmly control me?"
The look of nostalgia in his eyes ceased to exist, replaced by sparking flames.
"Don't... be ridiculous!"
Alain was a transmigrator. In this life, he had originally been somewhat complacent about being reincarnated into a family with decent financial circumstances.
Although the parents at home were a bit strange, based on their performance, they could still be considered normal.
"And you, you destroyed my everything, Yang Wanhua."
When he spoke these words, his tone was undulating, but his heart was as calm as a pool.
He silently observed Yang Wanhua's expression.
To be honest, he had long ceased to be angry.
When he decided to abandon everything in Reality, he also couldn't be bothered to fuss over things that happened in Reality.
But Yang Wanhua was someone he had to destroy.
To eliminate future troubles for his happy life.
"No, that's not it, Alain!" The maiden grabbed his hand, but was shaken off by Alain.
"Don't you understand? That was all for the good of us both! Your parents, they were both scum! Didn't I just lay their essence bare for you to see?
"As for, as for the imprisonment..." Her gaze drifted to the comatose 'Alain'. "I admit, I can change all of these... at worst, you can come back!
"Return to Reality, and we can also go back to how it was before—"
"We can't go back," he interrupted.
"...?"
"I said, we can't go back."
He put on an appearance of heartache, while actually observing the maiden's face, realizing it was about time to state that proposal.
Alain took a deep breath.
"I once trusted you so much, but you... did such things. The current me can... no longer continue to trust you."
"'Once'...?"
A tear of pleading remained in the depths of the maiden's eyes. "P-Past tense?"
"Don't, don't..." Layers of autumn water covered her clear eyes, and tears of despair condensed at the corners of her eyes into a majestic downpour.
Alain understood that the key point lay in the word "Once."
His state of mind became steadier, and he said to her word by word,
"The old me liked you so much, truly... wanting to treat you as a wife for a lifetime. But you, you broke faith and abandoned righteousness...
"Do you understand, Yang Wanhua? When trust is completely shattered, what follows... is nausea.
"The current me, I can't help but dry heave as soon as I see you..."
Alain turned his head away, heavily placing his hand on his brow and rubbing it.
"Therefore, I hope our relationship ends here... No. Aside from that..."
He followed his gaze, looking into Yang Wanhua's eyes.
"I hope that while you agree to break up, you also commit suicide."
"Su...icide?" The light in her eyes stagnated.
Alain finished saying everything he needed to say, and only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
He had no psychological burden whatsoever because the other party was Yang Wanhua.
And to make Yang Wanhua completely lose hope for the Game World...
Breaking up would probably not work.
A Yandere's way of thinking is like steel; without reaching the right temperature, it cannot be bent at all.
Even if they broke up now, it was extremely likely she would make a comeback in the future.
But if he were to kill her in the real world... to be honest, it was also very difficult.
When he first arrived in Reality, he had tried controlling those smart home devices.
It was useless. Turning on lights, switching the fridge on and off was fine, but for killing people, it was lacking a bit.
As for projecting his body through the Projection Unit, it wouldn't help either.
But the Projection Unit had one benefit: it allowed Alain to talk to her face-to-face and state the "request" that could allow Alain to dig up the roots completely.
"Yang Wanhua, I hope you never appear before my eyes again. But just breaking up isn't enough. Therefore, I hope you go commit suicide."
He repeated it once more.
If it were a normal enemy, facing this "request" of Alain's, they would have likely opened their mouth to mock him long ago.
But a blessing within misfortune:
She is a Yandere.
A Yandere as an enemy is undoubtedly thorny. She acts on emotion, her subsequent actions cannot be guessed, and everything uses her own emotions as the standard for conduct...
Undoubtedly "Chaotic Evil."
But precisely because she is a Yandere, using her own emotions as the standard for conduct...
Alain instigating her to commit suicide becomes a possibility.
Tap, tap, tap...
The clock continued to move forward; the minute hand lightly and slowly crossed 11:55.
About to step into tomorrow.
When he finished saying this sentence, the silence in the room seemed capable of eating people.
He looked at Wanhua, and Wanhua was also looking at him.
Alain didn't know what Yang Wanhua was thinking; he was only hoping for an answer.
As for the black-haired maiden...
"Why exactly did it become like this?"
She turned her head blankly, looking at the clock on the wall that let out noisy sounds.
The hands flowing downstream on the clock, in a certain instant, began to flow backward...
It turned round after round. Second hand, minute hand, hour hand... all marching at high speed toward where time came from.
Tap, tap, tap...
Until it stopped at a time point in the early morning.
"You shall be called Wanhua!"
That was... the moment she received this name.
The hour hand continued to advance, advancing through ten years of time, arriving at Wanhua's childhood.
Since childhood, her family circumstances were excellent. Her parents, keeping up with the trends of the times, had eaten the first bite of meat.
Wanhua also grew up in an environment where she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
But in contrast to the excellence of her family circumstances, she was a bit...
Emotionally deficient.
It was as if all emotions had been equivalently exchanged for her parents' business.
What is love?
Kinship? Friendship? Romance... she found it hard to feel any of these.
The clock continued to advance, another ten years.
Arriving at a corridor in front of a classroom.
Even after ten years of time, she still hadn't obtained the answer regarding "What is love."
The black-haired maiden looked at the textbook in her arms. Perhaps only the "code" in the book, devoid of emotional mechanisms, could understand her heart's voice.
Code and her were the same kind of "people."
And then...
"Excuse me, is this your book?"
Someone called out to her.
Wanhua turned her head, indifferently gazing at that young man who looked a little bit dumb.
Hmm? A new pickup line?
Wanhua considered herself reasonably good-looking. There had been a few boys who confessed to her, but naturally, she hadn't accepted any.
A partner would be nothing but a burden to her writing code.
"Thank you."
But towards someone who might help her, she should still try to show gentleness.
This was the interpersonal relationship her parents had taught her since childhood.
While she was pondering, that young man flipped open the book to the first page.
There, the characters "Yang Wanhua" were written in large letters.
Hmm? It wasn't a pickup attempt?
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'm going to class." That young man looked at her somewhat strangely, and immediately was about to leave.
But Wanhua said a sentence,
"Wait a moment."
He turned his head, looking at her strangely.
"Let me treat you to a cup of milk tea?" She smiled.
Having been helped, one must repay it. This was nothing much.
But he obviously didn't have much free time. Thus, the two temporarily left their contact information.
Watching that person slowly walk away while muttering the words "Free milk tea" like a bit of a dummy, Wanhua, for some reason, felt it was somewhat funny.
She looked at the WeChat remark name left on her phone:
"Lin Yu, is it...?"
But all this had no connection to her whatsoever.
Wait until the fate of a cup of milk tea was exhausted, the two could at most be considered classmates.
Later, Wanhua routinely brought him milk tea, but at that time, he issued a presumptuous request:
"You are a computer major, right? Can you take me to the Computer City to build a computer?"
Building a computer... actually going to the Computer City?
What was this guy thinking? Could it be that after buying the computer, he would also install 360?
Wanhua herself didn't understand why, perhaps it was professional integrity... that made a burst of air swell in her heart.
She agreed.
And the Computer City was a turning point.
After that, whether there was something or nothing, this young man would seek her out for help.
From game patches to hidden folders, and then to going online to find resources...
Wanhua also upheld the principle of helping if possible, helping to the end.
It was also out of professional integrity in computer science that this young man's behavior sometimes couldn't help but make her angry.
Going on GitHub just to find an AI real-time translation plugin to chew on raw material; or finding resources to read manga...
For this, he didn't even hesitate to spend time learning some English.
Is horny stuff your primary motivation?!
Of course, help was always mutual. Alain also took her to many places.
Although they were just ordinary places like parks and arcades, for some reason...
Unexpected fun could always burst forth.
He was a bit dumb, but also had his own shrewdness.
He was articulate and upright. He would speak out against the professor's exploitation for her sake, and would also say thank you to the shop owner after buying drinks.
Only in hindsight did she discover...
That her emotions could already be affected by his every word and deed.
She also tried to get along with him.
Thus, logically, the two fell into the river of love.
Wanhua rejoiced that she could regain emotion and even find a devoted romantic partner.
The compatibility of the two was simply like unpolished jades missing a piece each, able to close together seamlessly after meeting...
He was the person Wanhua was looking for!
Wanhua had always thought so.
Until... that event happened.
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