I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 759 - 39: Tears

[As for you... Deng, just consider it as losing another useless child. You have plenty of time, with your skills, it shouldn’t be hard to find another gene sample and create someone like me again.]

[After all, from the beginning, I’ve been nothing more than a "tool" to you—a tool for you to research Tier Eight and the Time Authority, a "thing" to occupy your endless years.]

[I was never your family. To you, your family might just be this library, just those star maps and books.]

[My family is in the reality world. They are waiting for me, and I need to return to be with them. Even if we have to face destruction together, I want to stand by them.]

[So, Deng, I’m sorry.]

[And farewell.]

[I hope in the future you can create a child more obedient and closer to your "perfect daughter" standard, one who can accompany you through the endless years I can’t complete.]

[Yun You—Sincerely]

"..."

Deng lowered her eyes, gripping the letter tightly, her knuckles turning white, even her breath became heavy.

The whole room was eerily quiet, the maids and butlers standing by didn’t dare breathe, even Smiling Awakened Nan Jia shrunk his neck, not daring to make a sound.

Master of All Changes stood in place, black hair falling to cover most of her face, leaving only the tense corners of her lips.

After a long time, Deng finally raised her head, her face completely somber, the previously lazy brows and eyes filled with chill, her gaze seemed to freeze hearts.

Fanny ultimately felt sorry for her, hesitating as she stepped forward, just about to softly say "Mother, please don’t" ... Before the words came out, Deng suddenly looked up with a gaze cold as if from an icy cavern.

"Do you think I’m sad?"

No one dared to answer. Even the God of Balance slightly lowered his head, maintaining absolute silence.

Seeing everyone’s chilled silence, Deng suddenly let out a "humph", angrily laughing instead.

She raised her hand, and a faint glow appeared in her palm, the paper clutched within instantly shattered into fine powder, scattered by the wind.

"It’s good she’s gone."

She flicked her hand, her tone seemed light but with forcibly restrained anger.

"Go wherever you want to die, at least you won’t be an eyesore in front of me."

She turned to the still-standing crowd, waving her small hand and feigned relaxedly saying: "Let’s continue celebrating! Forget about her, consider today as my self-birthday party, let’s have some fun!"

At these words, everyone glanced at each other.

Anyone could see that Deng’s emotions were out of order.

Even when losing a chess game or being tricked, she wouldn’t display such forced "openness".

But now no one dared to expose her, they could only stand diligently, even their breathing feather-light.

"Why are you in a daze?"

Seeing no movement from anyone, Deng’s tone sank further with some impatient anger.

"What are you standing around for? Keep celebrating! Start preparing snacks, start playing music!"

With that, she forcefully grabbed the nearby Master of All Changes, pushing her towards the chessboard.

"Ah Bian, come, continue playing chess! You won a few rounds earlier, this time I’ll definitely win back!"

The Master of All Changes didn’t dare resist, could only obediently walk to the chessboard, fingers lightly moving, once again condensing chessmen composed of star clusters and black holes.

But just as she bent down to place the pieces, the corner of her eye caught a subtle movement...

Deng, back facing everyone, discreetly hid one hand behind, fingertips faintly glowing silver.

The previous shattered paper pieces were being invisibly tugged back into her palm, she fiddled with those fragments, fingers lightly stroked the remaining handwriting belonging to Yun You, her lips moved, voice so low only she could hear it.

"How dare you speak of me like this..."

"What did I do wrong!"

"Not even willing to say a proper ’farewell’... What’s the point of making trouble!"

Small complaints mixed within the sound of flowing paper fragments, with a hint of a whiny nasal tone.

The Master of All Changes’ heart trembled, quietly speeding up the chess setup, without exposing this anger-shrouded Disguise, obediently playing chess.

But just as two chess pieces settled, Deng irritably fiddled with the hovering chessboard, eyes drifting several times outward, her move accuracy from the past vanished.

"It’s boring."

Only after three rounds, Deng suddenly swept over the chessboard, chessmen and board scattered into streams of light.

She stood up, kicked the soft couch beneath her, beckoning the surrounding maids and butlers with a gesture, tone carrying an air of forced bravado.

"Don’t just stand there, come play with me!"

"Those hide-and-seek and teasing games I used to play with that girl, you all come and play with me again!"

None dared defy, reluctantly they played along.

The God of Balance set aside the dignity of a butler, fumbling to hide within flowing nebulae, hardly able to conceal for minutes before Deng would find him.

Smiling Awakened Nan Jia, transformed into an owl, was compelled by Deng to hide her lollipops with his wings, yet at crucial moments always failed.

The Master of All Changes had to constantly guard against Deng suddenly smearing cake on her face.

Everyone made earnest efforts to cooperate, yet the laughter with Yun You while mischief from past times, at this moment not a hint echoed.

Deng concealed amidst thick celestial mist, awaiting someone to find her, but half a day later, only the God of Balance, per "rules," slow-stepped over without even pretending to not find her, she suddenly jumped from the mist, the star dust meant as a prank not thrown like before, only blankly watching everyone’s restrained appearances.

"It’s dull!"

Deng flung the star dust, tone abruptly sunken.

"Not fun at all! Get lost! Everyone get lost!"

The maids and butlers like pardoned convicts quietly vacated, only the Master of All Changes hesitated to leave, in the end, forced away by Deng’s cold glare.

The room plunged back into silence, only the slow sound of moving star dust remained.

Agitated, Deng gripped her silver-gray hair, pacing in the starscape.

She gazed at the familiar nebulae, shelves, all creations she made herself—possessing the Cosmic Library, power to rule worldly rules, eyes of fear from countless.

Despite lacking nothing, why did she feel as though her heart had a missing piece, vacant and achingly hollow?

"Just a Calamity Demon..."

She muttered through gritted teeth: "Merely a slightly successful ’thing’, why does it make me feel so uncomfortable?"

As the words fell, a warm droplet suddenly slid from her eye, striking the floating star dust, rippling a small wave.

Deng froze, raising a hand to touch her cheek, originally believing it an illusion, but the moisture on her fingertips was indisputably apparent.

"What..."

With furrowed brows, her tone was filled with confusion, but the uneasy bitterness surged like a tide, pressing her breathless.

No longer able to maintain her strong facade, she slowly crouched, hugging her knees, she buried her face in them, sitting amidst a galaxy all alone.

Star dust gently revolved around her, but didn’t come to soothe like it usually did, her self-woven starry sky before her eyes for once not comforting, that she, ruling it through endless ages, found this library, so vast and cold.

...

At that moment, Yun You returned to the reality world.

Leaving the Cosmic Library was actually not difficult, just chiseling an opening one could return, something even ordinary Tier Seven could accomplish.

Yet she hadn’t done so, knowing she couldn’t risk it. The forced opening might cause spatial disturbance that could alert the Monarch who, with his perception, could trace the disturbance back to the Cosmic Library.

That was Deng’s dwelling, Lamia’s refuge, Yun You must not implicate that world by her departure, nor let the Monarch’s force inadvertently harm those within the library.

So, she used another method, reversing time to briefly retract the room she was in to the Cosmic Library’s unformed "past."

Thus, she could easily leave the library.

She had returned to the reality world.