I am Fu Xuan, but I am the messenger of the Destiny Star God.

……

This world is evil, just like the black filth stained on the white, it needs to be washed and cleared away - the gods above created all things, but when there are irreversible diseases in the world, gods will also throw in cures of stones.

Siren agrees with this statement, and she even agrees that as an apostle of the gods of this world, she needs to take on the important task of throwing this stone to cleanse the world.

She is confident——

Humans are a species that need to be treated.

Whether it is inside or outside - the filth called evil thoughts and greed drives the human body to destroy and multiply in this world. It is based on such malice that he has become what he is today.

It is said that pain can reshape a human being's entire being, whether it is body or soul, and Siren also agrees with this.

What happened in the Babylon Laboratory, even if it only occupied a very short period of his life, gave him a weight and influence that far exceeded everything else.

When the young Xilin was in the cold world, she learned these things while trembling...

The world of adults is like a darkness that swallows all things. Under the abyss of malice is the greed that wants to tear them into pieces. The gods have lowered their wrath in front of them, which also illuminates their way forward.

Such a world needs to be purified...

It is necessary to completely purify the anger and hatred that have been shaped by the pain again and again!

but.

The dream given by the gods will eventually have the moment of awakening, just like no matter how beautiful the fairy tale is, it will eventually end - she came into contact with the gift of the gods as an individual named Xilin. Luck, since it is a kind of luck, there will naturally be an end moment.

She looked at the moment in front of her with dull eyes, like a withered body whose soul had long been taken away.

In this small silver-white room.

Her aloof appearance no longer existed. Cold shackles and chains were locked on her wrists and ankles. She instantly fell from an apostle of the gods to a destitute prisoner. She, the client, had no idea what was going on.

There are no gods here anymore, there are only people, only humans.

"You suddenly lost your power and you looked so lonely? Sure enough, behind that arrogant and arrogant look, you are just an ordinary little girl like everyone else..."

Fu Xuan stood opposite Xilin who was slumped at the end of the small room. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyes had lost luster. His words and attitude seemed to be asking but in fact he was stating a certain fact: "... After all, this is the only way to show that kind of attitude, because adults don't have such a pure mind - just like adults can't act arbitrarily for no reason without any psychological burden, nor can they understand What is the true meaning of right and wrong, let alone understand the complex mechanism behind the operation of the world and society?"

"Because if someone hurts me, then I will hurt him right back... Adults cannot have such a peaceful mind and thoughts like you."

"That's what is called..."

Having said this, Fu Xuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a seat appeared behind her out of thin air. After sitting down casually, with her little feet crossed, she continued meaningfully, "...the so-called bottom-up means From top to bottom - Miss Siren, someone wants to talk to you, to talk to you, a little girl who can kill tens of millions of people in the future without any psychological burden."

"……what?"

Xilin, who had become a prisoner, seemed to have finally realized her current situation. The environment here seemed to have re-stimulated her experience in the laboratory, where she faced adults one after another without any resistance. Because of my ability, even if I cry and shout, I will not stop the memory and pain imprinted on my hands.

Facing this "existence above her" in front of her, she now subconsciously raised her hands to hold her head - just like she did before.

It has nothing to do with will, but lies in some kind of instinct, some kind of behavior that must be done in the face of such a situation.

In this way, you can protect yourself.

"..."

Along with the sound of footsteps, a pair of unfamiliar legs appeared in her sight. She looked up carefully and saw a strange woman.

She said nothing.

She had a very strange but familiar expression, and that kind of gaze made Xilin feel that there seemed to be a similar situation in the depths of her memory, some vague memories.

It seems like it was a long, long time ago before any of this happened...

"Ms. Yukong, according to your request, the next step is your time with her."

Fu Xuan looked at Yu Kong with a complex expression. The reason she came here to join this team was to talk to Xilin, and she would naturally fulfill the wishes of every team member.

It's like fulfilling Walter Young's request.

Say it.

With another snap of her fingers, she disappeared from the seat like a ethereal phantom that never existed, while Yu Kong bent over and sat on it.

"Celine, can we talk?"

Yukong looked at the trembling girl holding her head in front of her. As a warrior, she had experienced countless wars and was very aware of similar situations. In fact, the person who was more suitable for the following conversation should be Jing. Yuan and Fu Xuan, but it is a pity that Yu Kong thinks that Jing Yuan is not suitable first of all. Secondly, he is a qualified general and leader, but not a father.

First of all, she is a qualified warrior, secondly, she is a mother, and finally, she is an ordinary person.

As for Fu Xuan?

As a commander, she is very qualified to control the overall situation, but as a person, she is far from the passing standard.

The huge responsibility of saving the world will not allow her to be qualified to have everything as a human being. This is the curse of hope and the curse of responsibility.

"...you...what do you want to talk about?"

Xilin's sluggish look was gradually replaced and filled with fear. She gradually recalled everything that happened to her. The powerful force that could resist the thoughts of adults had left her. The heavy shackles on her hands and feet and her neck The cold collar he put on told him that these terrifying adults in front of him had once again put on indestructible shackles.

I have returned to the abyss where no one can save me even if I shed my tears.

"I think……"

Yukong looked at all this with undisguised worry and sigh in his tone, just like a mother looking at her child who was already covered in bruises in the dark: "...I want to talk to you, you All this pain.”