About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

About the fact that I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah Author: Ink Fired

Orson traveled to the village of Ursus and experienced the ugliest human nature in this continent. On the verge of death and despair, the teenager encountered a lonely dragon girl.

The teenager accidentally stopped Tallulah's final step, and Tallulah saved Orson from the deepest darkness. Because of this encounter, the fate of the two changed.

Orson, who joined the guerrillas, gradually gained friends and learned about the burdens and curses the girl was carrying.

——Can't let her be corrupted by this world, can't let these people go to the determined tragedy

The boy who thought so, began to become stronger.Obtained his own Originium Skill: [Tuner] - the ability to feel the rhythm of others and use it as a weapon or medical treatment

Time flies, the boy who got the code name "Silence", became a strange talk in Ursus, and received a task from Tallulah one day.

"As long as it is Sister Ta's task, I will definitely complete it"

"Then - go to Longmen, find my sister Chen Huijie, and fall in love with her"

"Okay... Huh?"

"But, don't change your mind!"

"what??"

"Not even Frost Star!"

"what???"

"It's not even Alina!"

"What the hell!"

sequence

The winter seems to be endless, and the scenery in the eyes is always the same no matter when it is.

It has been half a year since I came to this village, or 3 months, 5 months?

"Boom!"

Orson split the stake in half and wondered if he needed a way to keep track of his days.

When Orson first found himself on the continent of Terra in the Ark of Tomorrow world, he did have a moment of excitement.

Traveling through time, gaining powerful abilities, flirting with all kinds of girls, traveling around the mainland, flexing one's muscles in another world just like all time travelers.

But soon, Orson noticed the problem——

I don't even know where the desolate border village I live in is, and the ability to destroy the world in my obsession has never appeared.

Not to mention going to Longmen and the girls of Penguin Logistics to have a good time, go to Rhodes Island to open harem wings with the operators, and I have tried my best just to survive in this frozen village.

There is no ability to leave this village, no cheating system, no information about the world, no money to improve the quality of life.

After crossing, Orson’s only novice benefit is the current civilian status that is not suspected but not valued by others. Others in the village will not doubt Orson, but no one regards him as a relative. Everyone is just silent alive, that's all.

Repeated farm work, busyness with no end in sight, food resources that can never be accumulated

Maybe I will live like this for the rest of my life, or maybe I will die in a cold snap with this village.

Just when Orson thought he would die like this, a commotion broke out in the dead-quiet village.

Orson put the ax aside and went over to watch the excitement, and found that the source of the commotion was a group of about 20 homeless people.

No...not strays, but "infected".

Not only Orson, but other villagers also noticed this, and the original commotion became silent again.

"If you want food, come with me. There should be some surplus food in the barn for you."

In the end, the village chief spoke first, and he smiled and guided the group of infected people who were begging for food towards the barn.

——In the barn, there is nothing at all, right?

Orson hesitated for a moment, then immediately understood what the village head was going to do.

This village... No, it should be said that the country of Ursus extremely rejects the infected, not only because of the infectivity of the ore disease, but also because of the government's high-pressure attitude towards the infected.It is said that even a little contact with an infected person may lead to a picket team raiding the house.

"..."

Orson remained silent, and the other villagers also remained silent.

The village chief's behavior is correct, and it is the best way to protect this crumbling village.Infected people are not "people" in the definition of Ursus, and their life and death are not something that they need to consider.

In this never-changing white hell, people's enthusiasm has been exhausted to survive, and untimely flames will only burn themselves.

Orson glanced at the group of infected people who didn't know their fate, and then his eyes met with a little girl who was about 8 years old in the team.

In that child's eyes, there was no panic about what was about to happen to him, nor any resentment towards the world. The only thing Orson could see were those jewel-like eyes that were clearer than ice.

"..."

Orson looked away and told himself that this happens every day, that this is how this continent works, the weak are exploited by the strong, and the desperate are exploited by the weak.

click!

The warehouse door was heavily locked, and the terrified screams and roars of those infected were extremely ear-piercing to Orson.

"That... do we have to do this?"

Orson asked in a low voice, but what he got in return was the cold and questioning stinging eyes of the villagers around him.

"When I didn't ask."

Orson closed his eyes, as if this could deny what he had just seen, a murder that was going on at this moment.

Life on this continent is not a rarity.

When Orson saw the old man in the same village starved to death on the bed, when Orson saw the young man of his own age frozen to death in the suburbs, when Orson saw the uncle hunter who roasted with him yesterday was dragged with only half of his body when you come back,

He knows very well that life is worthless on this continent.

Although it was clear, Orson could not agree.

Life is an existence that should come to an end in a more reasonable way.Instead of being deceived like this, reaching an end in despair and hunger.

He is not a saint and cannot change this land, but at least he can try to change the meaningless death.

At night, Orson quietly walked to the warehouse door with the key stolen from the village chief's room in his hand.

—I am absolutely insane.

"Hmm...? Is it the strange big brother from before?"

The girl who was locked in the granary but still didn't understand what happened noticed Orson through the crack of the door and asked in a low voice.

"Be quiet for a while, I'm here to rescue you guys, just hang on a little longer!"

Orson put the chain of keys in front of the barn door lock and tried to find the correct key one by one.

Not this, not this, not this, not this...?

When he tried all the answers on the key ring at hand, but the barn door lock still didn't move, Orson vaguely noticed something.

"Are you looking for the key?"

"——!?"

The voice of the village chief came from behind Orson. At this moment, he only felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

"Wait, wait a minute! I can—poof!"

The other villagers didn't intend to listen to Orson's justification. They knocked Orson to the ground, carried him to the skylight directly above the barn, opened the lock, and threw Orson into this hell without any hesitation.

"Cough! Wait...wait for me!!"

Orson fell to the ground from a height of about 3 meters. Enduring the burning pain in his back, he reached out to the skylight, but the only light source was closed and locked again without any hesitation.

"..."

Countless eyes focused on Orson. Those infected who knew that they were deceived and were about to starve to death in this tomb all looked silently at the villager who was thrown in.

Anger, panic, confusion, and most outright, despair.

"Brother... why were you thrown in?"

Among those countless gazes, Orson once again saw the child, the girl with jewel-like clear eyes.

"Because I... Anyway, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm sure I'll be fine, believe me, I'll be fine—"

Orson hugged the child, praying that the gods of this world would give a little favor to this remote corner that no one cares about.

Day [-] - Infected people visibly reduced their activities and shouting

The next day—there were many bloody handprints on the walls and ground, which were the meaningless resistance of desperate people trying to escape here.

The third day - more and more infected people closed their eyes, and occasionally the villagers could be heard talking mockingly outside the granary.

Day [-] - Orson begins to hallucinate, and the living infected attempt to consume the flesh of the dead.But after waking up from a coma several times, Orson understood that it was not a hallucination.In order to protect the girl in his arms from being affected, Orson forced himself to wake up from the coma countless times, and used his body to protect the girl from being affected by the last madness of those people.

The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day—

Eighth day.

"..."

Orson looked at the girl in his arms who had lost her heartbeat and breath, opened her chapped lips, but couldn't say anything.

Because of the low temperature, these corpses did not rot, and those hideous and distorted faces of death still remained on these corpses.

As the last living creature in the barn, Orson is numb, hopeless, angry, sad, and lost

——Why did you do this, just because of the identity of the infected person?But she was just a child, a child through no fault of her own.

- I did nothing and put myself in it like an idiot

——Why did it become like this?Is it because I have no strength?

—If I have power, if there is power...

Orson exhausted his last strength, but not to curse those villagers, nor to clench his fists, but——

He raised his hand and closed the eyes of the girl in his arms.