I don't know where I was born from.
I only know that after I first became conscious, the name Yamata no Orochi was already firmly engraved in my heart.
It's strange. I have eight heads, but my consciousness is not chaotic. What's in those eight heads is actually all me.
It's like controlling eight bodies at the same time, interesting and also very tiring.
In the place where I was born, besides me, there was no one else.
At first, I couldn't understand why I often felt an indescribable irritability.
It wasn't until I communicated with a weak female sorcerer one day that I understood that the indescribable irritability was an emotion called loneliness.
I really liked that female sorcerer, but she was very afraid of me. After I forced her to live with me for about twenty days, she died.
It seems that she died from the cursed energy I released unintentionally.
Looking at her corpse, I was a little sad and guilty, and what followed was that familiar frustration.
I knew that I needed to find some companions.
But I tried for a long time, tried various attitudes and ways, but I still couldn't find anyone who could talk to me.
And in the process of my search for a partner, humans also witnessed my body, and they became even more afraid and hateful of my existence.
Among the emotions I collected, I could clearly understand one point.
That is, humans attributed all the disasters that happened to me.
Sickness, fire, flood, lightning, poisonous miasma...
They attributed all the suffering and misfortune to me.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
The good thing is that my power is increasing day by day. I can feel that as long as I want, I can destroy a human city in an instant, and instantly crush those so-called sorcerers.
The bad thing is that I can no longer find anyone to talk to. Everything is afraid of me, even those who are also Cursed Spirits.
They are wary of me, exclude me, fear me...
Therefore, I gave up on my non-acceptance of loneliness and chose to drill into the barrier to absorb the resentment and hatred for me.
I am different from those Cursed Spirits. They have an almost instinctive hatred for humans, but I have no emotion for humans.
In fact, I regard humans as the cornerstone of my existence, because without human fear and hatred, maybe I would have died long ago.
In those years, humans made up many stories for me, most of which were abominable.
Kushinadahime, Susanoo... I was always the one who was killed. For those things, sometimes, I would also feel angry.
I would deliberately burn their houses and flood their villages according to the stories they made up for me...
But I wouldn't kill them, because I knew that if I wanted to continue to exist like this, I needed humans to provide me with a steady stream of fear.
Actually, I didn't want to live a boring and lonely life for too long, but I thought that as long as I lived long enough, I would always be able to find a guy who could be my friend.
Just when I thought that life would go on like this, a two-faced, four-handed man broke into my territory.
That guy was as strong as a monster. After six of my heads were crushed by him, I knew that I would definitely not be his opponent.
So I ran, self-destructed one of my remaining two heads, and then fled my territory.
My cursed energy core was torn apart. I wanted revenge, and I also wanted to live.
Before I found a friend who could talk to me, I didn't want to die yet.
I have experienced all the negative emotions, but before I completely disappear, I want to feel the feeling of being cared for and liked.
After various inquiries, I found a woman named Kenjaku. She seemed a little different from others.
She didn't show that kind of disgust and contempt for me. I could feel that she was only deeply curious about me.
I was very excited at that time, but I couldn't show it, because I had seen in human books that if I showed too much emotion at the beginning, I would be mistaken by the other party as having ulterior motives.
Therefore, I concealed my admiration for Kenjaku. I cooperated with her, not only to take revenge on Sukuna, but also to make friends with her.
But unfortunately, my resurrection plan required me to sleep for these thousand years. Only in this way could I recover my strength faster.
Therefore, in these thousand years, I actually didn't have many opportunities to meet Kenjaku.
Although the time I met her was not long, the feeling she left me was very good.
Until this time, when I saw Kenjaku, her eyes towards me became cold and strange.
I was very familiar with that look. It was the look that those bastards had looked at me with a thousand years ago!
But anyone could look at me with that look, but not Kenjaku.
I wanted to ask something, but her subsequent attitude made me completely desperate.
She looked down on me and ordered me around like a wild dog.
Actually, I was not angry because I felt that I was humiliated by her, but because I knew that when the relationship was not equal, the two sides could not become friends.
The hope of a thousand years had also turned into an empty dream at this moment.
I was a little unsure of what to do, but due to the contract, I could only help Kenjaku.
But I was not going to kill those humans. I just needed to scare them and collect enough negative emotions.
If I killed them all, there would be no stable source of cursed energy. This was a very simple truth.
But... after I recovered my strength and killed that bastard named Sukuna, maybe I would also willingly walk towards death myself.
This world is so rotten.
And it is this rotten world that is still not going to let me go.
Looking at the sorcerer who was rushing towards her, Yamata no Orochi only felt a wave of mental exhaustion.
She was not in her complete form now. The cursed energy provided by that Jogo was very little. Facing the attacks of those three guys, Orochi soon fell into a desperate situation.
But just as Orochi was about to fall asleep again, a gentle voice suddenly broke into her ears.
It was a tone that Orochi had never heard before.
Orochi could also feel from that voice the emotion called "friendliness" in the other party's heart.
Words, tone, and attitude can all be faked, but this pure "kindness" that is directly transmitted to the depths of the soul cannot be faked!
Orochi felt the kindness that she had never received since she was born, and only felt a sudden panic in her heart.
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