Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 797 False Maternal Love

The scene was so absurd that it made He Lingling feel nauseous.

She frowned as she looked at her adoptive mother's profile, but was stunned for a long time by the sincere pleading on the other's face.

...The foster mother was truly praying.

However, if the adoptive mother fails to "grow" the normal child she envisions, she will also ruthlessly tear the "child" to pieces.

The old witch's words still echoed in her ears. When she saw her foster mother twist off the head of the third Thumbelina in a fit of rage, the smell of blood in the area around the table was so strong that He Lingling began to gag.

He Lingling covered her nose and tried to back away, but was blocked by an invisible barrier and could only stand still with her nose covered.

Just now, when her adoptive mother snapped Thumbelina's neck, He Lingling almost thought that blood would splatter on her.

Fortunately, the blood seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier, and the splattered blood only splashed on the foster mother, without touching He Lingling at all.

But He Lingling still felt a little sad.

She looked down at Thumbelina, her body twisted in the flowerpot, her head separated from her torso, and felt that her own face was reflected in Thumbelina's eyes, which were filled with fear and pain.

Thumbelina... was tortured to death three times in front of her adoptive mother.

Based on the clues He Lingling has obtained in the past two days, these three incidents are just the beginning.

Yes, let's begin.

The reality was not much different from what He Lingling had imagined. After being shrouded in darkness once again, He Lingling's mind was already in a state of numbness.

The fourth time, the adoptive mother went mad again after discovering that the "child" she had "grown" was still not a normal person.

This time, she gouged out Thumbelina's eyes and threw the wailing Thumbelina heavily into a flowerpot from a height.

pat.

Thumbelina fell into the flowerpot like a swallow frozen stiff by the cold wind, the noise making He Lingling's eyelids twitch several times.

And so, Thumbelina, who was grown for the fourth time, died alone, in despair and pain.

Her dead body was so small, stiffly reaching out to touch the colorful flower bud from which she herself had been born, and then closing her beautiful, innocent eyes.

Darkness descended once more.

He Lingling was almost numb by the end.

She watched helplessly as her adoptive mother repeatedly vented her anger on her "seeds".

The Thumbelinas that emerged from the pots were repeatedly tortured and killed. The blood flowing from the Thumbelinas stained the originally white flowerpots red. With each drop of blood, the color deepened, turning the pots into a dark, rusty red.

He Lingling's eyes were hurting more and more, and she didn't want to watch anymore. Every time darkness descended and dissipated, it was a new episode, a new story about Thumbelina's new way of dying.

No normal person could bear to look at such a realistic scene, especially since Thumbelina is dressed in human form.

"Thumbelina is a gentle, beautiful, obedient, and kind girl."

As her eyes grew increasingly painful, He Lingling recalled the background narration from fairy tales she used to listen to as a child.

"The kind and gentle girl finally found her eternal happiness."

"Thumbelina finally married the handsome king of Lilliput with the swallow as a witness, and she and the handsome king lived happily ever after."

This is the ending of Thumbelina's fairy tale.

Now, the Thumbelinas are being thrown into flowerpots and filled with potting soil by their foster mothers...

He Lingling took a deep breath and closed her eyes, enduring the increasing pain.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the darkness that had just enveloped her disappeared, and He Lingling heard her adoptive mother's terrified scream.

"Why is there only one left?"

He Lingling heard her adoptive mother's panicked voice.

He Lingling's heart trembled. She turned her head to look at her adoptive mother—or more accurately, at the empty little bag in the other's hand.

There was only one brown seed left in the small bag.

The old witch gave her foster mother a small bag of seeds, which the foster mother "planted" until only one seed remained.

He Lingling seemed to sense something and raised her eyelids. She quietly watched the expression on her adoptive mother's face, watching the other person go from panic to calmness, then from calmness to helplessness, and finally to resignation.

"...Is this the only way?"

The adoptive mother muttered helplessly to herself, "Am I destined to only have a deformed child?"

"..."

No one in the empty room could answer the foster mother's mutterings.

The adoptive mother's expression grew increasingly helpless, and she even began to sob softly.

With crocodile tears streaming down her face, the foster mother sobbed as she buried the last "seed" in the flowerpot, lamenting:

"My child...you must be good, okay?"

"Mom will love you, no matter what you look like, whether you are healthy or sick, whether you are deformed or normal... Mom will love you, and love you forever..."

"..."

With her stomach churning, He Lingling finally couldn't hold back and bent over to vomit. Just as she was vomiting, the thick darkness around her swept over her again, completely enveloping her in a human-shaped cocoon.

He Lingling keenly sensed something was wrong. She struggled violently inside the "cocoon," but found that she couldn't break free at all. In the struggle, He Lingling completely lost her voice and fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with a huge woman's face pressed against hers, slowly revealing a stiff smile.

Oh my God!

He Lingling looked at the other person's face, which was so familiar that it was almost unbearable, and felt a chill run down her spine and her scalp tingle.

The foster mother looked at her with feigned affection, smiling as she gently touched her head.

He Lingling was knocked backward by the bump, and the soft, fragrant flower bud was pressed under her. She grabbed the flower bud under her and slowly widened her eyes.

"my child……"

The foster mother's loving expression became more and more genuine.

She pressed her face against He Lingling's, looking at the flustered He Lingling with an expression of extreme affection and surprise, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, child, I am your mother."

The foster mother smiled, her cheeks still bearing traces of blood she hadn't wiped away.

The blood exuded a familiar, faint floral scent, a smell that He Lingling knew all too well.

"I painstakingly 'planted' you."

The adoptive mother said, "My dear daughter, you must listen to your mother from now on."

As the foster mother spoke, she reached out to grab He Lingling, who was in the center of the flower.

He Lingling was so frightened that she fell to the ground, her eyes darting wildly in their sockets, and excruciating pain and tears of blood welled up instantly—

"...That's roughly how the whole story unfolded."

Once she regained consciousness, He Lingling rubbed her eyes with lingering fear, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no bleeding around her eyes.