Kong Duiyue stared blankly at the paste of flesh on the ground, feeling as though his own sanity had been smashed to pieces as well.
Were all prospective college students monsters these days?
The Corpse Artisan was not an especially powerful Incarnation, since the worship of death had fallen out of fashion.
The ancient Fire-Worshiping Sect had gradually died out. New religions and beliefs had more tricks up their sleeves; at the very least, they would give out a few eggs as a token gesture.
Unlike the Fire-Worshiping Sect, whose members would ask the moment they met someone, "This handsome young man, would you like to see my fiery inner self? Er, don't leave! What do you mean, calling the Inspectorate? When did I force myself on him? I wanted to burn him to death!"
Because of this, the Corpse Artisan's power was also declining. Even among the Blessed, she was merely bottom-tier.
But she was still an Incarnation of Joy!
An Incarnation that had once possessed immense power!
Kong Duiyue looked at Chen Yu, his emotions incredibly complicated.
On one hand, the death of a companion was always painful. Even if that companion utterly loathed him, he still sympathized with her.
Sympathy was an unnecessary emotion. Its existence prevented Joy Incarnations from pursuing joy to a greater extreme. It was something they had eagerly discarded onto Kong Duiyue as soon as they were born.
Besides that, affection, compassion, restraint, perseverance—those insignificant little Traits had all been cast away and fallen into Kong Duiyue's body.
Those Traits made him yearn for joy on one hand, while suffering because of his own indulgence on the other. His complicated personality kept Kong Duiyue in constant pain, which was also why he longed for death.
But beyond sympathy, he also felt admiration for