About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Tallul pulled Orson's clothes away, trying to heal the wound the way she'd learned from Froststar and the other Guerrilla infected.

"I'll cauterize the bleeding, then we have to go back...go back now...! Hold on, Orson, hold on!"

In the final analysis, Tallulah was just a young girl, and she couldn't move Orson in a forward hug posture to avoid touching the wound, so she could only drag Orson out of the village half-backed and half-recumbent.

Orson knew very well that if he continued like this, he would not return to the settlement alive, and would die of fainting and suffocation on the way.

Regarding this fact, Orson was more flustered than expected, not because of the fact that he was "going to die", but because of what might happen after his death.

Alina hasn't woken up yet, if she also leaves at this time, who will accompany this girl wandering on the edge of the cliff to continue walking?

To live... I have to live and find a way.

This time, don't wait for Tallulah's rescue, but use your own ability to survive—because Tallulah is the one that needs to be rescued.

Never lose consciousness, once the coma is all over.

When he was about to lose consciousness completely, Orson finally thought of a way.He desperately used his last strength to manifest a white score—the score of his own soul.

Orson stretched out his hand to the white score, and then controlled his palm to pinch it.

"——!!??

The incomprehensible and indescribable pain burst directly from the inside of the body, but this tear from the soul allowed Orson to temporarily regain his almost lost consciousness.

- can't die

Orson desperately held onto his soul with a force capable of gnashing teeth.

- can't die here

Every second is as long as a minute, and the endless pain and torture at the soul level makes Orson want to let go of his soul score all the time.

——If I die here, everything will be completely reduced to nothing...!

Orson clutched his soul tightly, like a climber on the edge of a cliff, even if his palm was completely torn, he could not let his consciousness fall into the endless abyss.

——I want to change those damn tragedies.I want to see her get what she deserves in return, and I want to gather around the campfire with everyone and look at the stars again...

——So, even if I use my mortal will, I can't die here...!

Orson didn't let go, and Tallulah didn't let go either.

There are no gods and no miracles in this world.Orson already knew this.

That being the case, it's on your own.

Until the end, Orson still did not let go of the palm that tightly held his soul score.

In a pure white ward, Orson stood quietly beside the bed filled with medical equipment.

Orson hated white, pure white everywhere, pure white everywhere, pure white like a snowy winter's day—this only made Orson angry.

Orson looked at the girl lying on the bed. Although he still couldn't see her face clearly, Orson didn't care about this detail.

He held the girl's slender palm tightly, hoping to pass his body temperature to the other party in this way.But Orson didn't dare to use too much force, he was afraid that he would hurt the back of the girl's hand covered with blue pinholes.

"Don't give up, you'll get through it, I've talked to the doctor and it will definitely be better next time."

Orson whispered to the girl, and the girl tried her best to show a pale smile to Orson.

"Probably, listen to me, Komori."

The girl turned her head slightly, and brought her lips to Orson's ear.

"Komori, you are very gentle. Although you never feel that way, I know that you can't just ignore the established tragedies around you. Because of me, you have suffered a lot, right?"

The girl smiled at Orson, and Orson just wanted to refute him, but the girl shook his head to stop him.

"I wanted to be a violinist at the time, so you were going around like hell asking if there were any spare violins, and even sneaking sheet music for me from the music room yourself—what a fool."

The girl laughed softly, but it quickly turned into a cough.

"Thank you, Komori. If it's possible, I hope... I can use it as an exchange for the suffering I have suffered in my life, so that Komori can meet someone who is worthy of your kindness and can truly be by your side in the future."

"Wait a moment--"

The girl's heart stopped beating. I don't know if it's fortunate, but at least she still had a smile on her face.

Orson opened the window, and outside the window was an endless dandelion field. He just looked at the flower field like this, and remained silent in a daze.

Just stay here forever, even if I leave here, there is nowhere I can go.

No... Really?

When Orson was confused and contemplating, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Orson mechanically walked to the door and turned the lock, then stared blankly at the visitor in front of him.

"..."

Dragon horns, silver hair, straight military uniform, firm but gentle expression.

"Orson, we have to move on, right?"

Tallula stood in front of the door, extending her hand to invite Orson.

"I……"

Orson turned his head back hesitantly, but found that behind him was no longer a ward, but a dandelion garden spreading to the horizon.

The girl stood among the flying fluff and smiled at Orson.

Orson turned his head again, and in front of him was a gloomy cloudy sky completely covered by ice and snow. Cold snowflakes swept violently from the sky, and the cold air tore the skin and face like a sharp blade.

Orson stood at the junction of midsummer and severe winter, silent.

In front of him was endless darkness and coldness, filled with white that he hated.

Behind you is a warm and bright flower field, under the clear sky, you can forget all your worries.

How to choose is already obvious.

"...I'm sorry, Xiao Pu. I really don't feel relieved to let her go on in such an environment alone."

Orson looked back at the girl surrounded by dandelions, this time her face was finally clearly visible, with blue eyes, short blond hair, and a smile as warm as the sun.

"Come on, Komori."

The girl smiled and waved to Orson before disappearing from the dandelion garden.

"Well, I will."

Orson returned his vision to the frozen ground, and stretched out his palm to Talulah.

"sorry to keep you waiting--"

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Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Tallulah's pair of horns.

Orson blinked vigorously, and his vision gradually changed from blurred to clear. Only then did he notice that he was lying on the bed, and the "integration movement tyrant" in front of him was sitting next to him, holding his palm tightly.

himself alive.

"Morning, tower—rua!"

Before Orson could say hello to Talula in front of him, he was directly thrown into his arms by the other party.

"Great, Orson...you didn't leave—"

Tallulah's tone was a little flustered, but it was full of joy and fear.

Orson, who was held to the throat with a sword by the other party when they met for the first time, never thought that he would be hugged tightly by Tallulah like now.

At this moment, Orson just wanted to say one thing:

"That... Sister Tazi, there are many people watching behind you."

"..."

Composition at this time: Orson and Tallulah are in the room, Tallulah is holding Orson, and there is a row of people standing at the door of the room, including but not limited to Frost Star, Patriot, Sasha, and the infected.

"..."

Tallulah glanced back, the horns on her head began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sister Tazi, sister Tazi? Sister Tazi, you are on fire!?!"

Poor Orson, he was warmed by an electric blanket (100°) not long after waking up.

After a brief farce, everyone expressed their blessings and returned to their posts, and the tent became quite deserted again.

"Hiss—that, Sister Tazi, what have you experienced during the time I was in a coma?"

Orson got up cautiously, but still touched the abdominal wound and gasped.

As for Tallulah, she finally discovered that this guy would call herself "Miss Tazi" when the situation was informal.

"The patriots arrived in time. After seeing the patriots, the inner guards only confronted for a while, and did not conflict with the settlement. The blizzard stopped soon, and then Sasha found us."

Tallulah briefly summarized what happened after that. There were no waves, only the "miracle" brought together by tiny "flukes".

"That's it... Then what happened to the injury on my stomach?"

Orson looked at the bandaged abdomen, it was only less than a day, but the wound had already begun to heal, connecting the pierced internal organs.

"It's Ino."

Tallulah pointed to the corner of the tent, and it was only then that Orson noticed that the shy boy with white hair had actually been sleeping quietly on the chair in the corner.

"That kid awakened his Originium skill [Life Tap] and saved you. He really likes you, Orson."

"Yeah, I always feel a little sorry for it."

He just wanted to prevent Ino from becoming a "Mephisto", but he unknowingly became one of his most cherished existences.

However, I finally really changed something.Right, Po?

Orson looked outside the tent, the flying dandelion seeds filled the sky.

"..."

Orson rubbed his eyes and realized that it was actually falling snowflakes.

White - it's actually not that annoying.Three days after encountering the inner guard——