Salvation equals death

The rainy season is a bit annoying.

Vera, or "Kuze Linghua" was walking forward while leaning on the wall at this time, but she couldn't stop herself from being drenched in the dense rain.

She staggered forward, and the system's frantic screams echoed in her mind: [Why are you running!This is the closest we've come to our goal!As long as you eat and wait to die, you can leave until you complete the task!There is simply no easier task of saving the world than this!What are you running?ah!Say it!What are you running! 】

"Because I think what that person said makes sense..." Vera took a deep breath and hid from the rain in front of a closed shop on the corner of the street. "Senseless killings and sacrifices have no value in existence."

"I at least have to know what I'm working on."

——In the previous world, Vera was desperate to keep her father's way, and for this reason, she ushered in a grand and glorious death.

But at that time, although she was unwilling, she was more relieved.

In this life, she woke up in a dilapidated village, was adopted by the head of the Kushi family, and was appointed to be the next priestess, but she never felt the light in this family that was worthy of her being turned into ashes.

——Without flame, without temperature, how can it be worth moths to meet with their lives?

The rain is slightly cool, and the wet clothes stick to the body, which makes people shiver in the bones.

Even though the air was sultry during the rainy season, Vera shivered, looking at the gray sky with confused eyes, not knowing where to go?

Vera is not completely ignorant, at least she understands that from the past to the present, her foothold has never been on the bright side—whether it is the dark side of the Holy See, or the Kuze Palace who is crazy for faith, the place under her feet One side of the land is actually stained with blood and dirt, and even she herself has killed people for a "standpoint" that has nothing to do with good or evil.

Vera didn't quite understand, how should the so-called "bright" side be defined?

For Vera, her father's direction is her "light", but her father also said that if you just follow him blindly, you are nothing but a fool.

"The so-called light is probably someone who has never despaired of the world even if his heart is filled with darkness, and will reach out to the weak without hesitation."

Vera thought of Ji Wu and Sirius—probably in the eyes of the world, they are more in line with the definition of a good side.

But... Fasilia's voice chuckled in her mind: "They stretched out their hands to you, but they never held them tightly—"

So, Jiang Ming's hesitant eyes flashed in his mind, evoking those pains that he dared not speak.

No.

Vera only felt a splitting headache. Standing in the rain, she watched her condensed face reflected in the gray windows of other people's houses, hoping that the cold rain would quench the churning emotions in her heart.

She knows that no one in this world should help her unprincipled, and also understands that it is normal to be indifferent or even give up after hard work, but, but...

——How unreconciled.

"Be careful--!"

[Get out of the way—! 】

The screeching sound of the tires rubbing against the ground brought the girl back to consciousness. Vera looked up in astonishment, but was suddenly knocked out by a force. Someone held her tightly in her arms and threw her heavily to the ground.

With a loud bang, the fatigued driver suddenly came back to his senses, even turning the wheel frantically could not prevent the truck from crashing into the wall, but the huge ice wall spread from the ground in an instant, preventing the situation from deteriorating further.

"Ah, ah, ah ah——" the trembling driver screamed, the fear and panic that could not be hidden in his voice, he almost fell out of the car after opening the door, his face was full of lingering fear.

At the moment when the accident just happened, the light blue ice instantly froze the front of the car and the fuel tank. This resistance successfully prevented the fate of the truck from being smashed into pieces, and also bought a precious opportunity for rescue.

Bingling is very beautiful, in Vera's eyes.

Those midnight-like bright eyes reflected the boy with red and white hair in front of him. His eyes were full of fear, he was gasping for breath, the right half of his body was covered with frost, and the breath he exhaled turned into mist in the air.

The boy wearing short sleeves and a denim jacket, his arm was scratched bloody from the ground to protect the back of Vera's head, and the left half of his cheek was bandaged so that Vera could only see his right eye.

Vera pulled his hand, and at the moment of physical contact, countless dark and obscure emotions came from the boy continuously—resentment, anger, unwillingness, pain, sadness, all heavy and obscure emotions.

This boy, who seemed to be made up of negative emotions, pursed his lips after saving Vera, and his gray eyes showed genuine concern for others.

"Are you okay? Are you all right?"

Hong Jiaodong was trembling all over, he was only a five-year-old child after all, everything that happened just now made his mind go blank, and when he came back to his senses, fear and fear crushed his mind like a torrent breaking a bank calm.

Born in a heroic family, Hong Jiaodong is the youngest son of the No.2 hero Andewa. His personality is half-frozen and half-burned, and he perfectly inherited the personalities of both parents. He is the "most perfect work" in his father's mouth.

His father's hero name is "Andwa", and his real name is Koyanji. Because he can't surpass the No.1 hero All Might, he thinks of marrying his surnames to give birth to a child with a strong personality to fulfill his ambitions on his behalf. .

And during this time, his father's cruel Spartan education kept saying that he was a "tool"; his elder brother Totoya died due to improper use of personality; On his left face, it is said that he looks like his father's left half, which is really ugly... Also, the mother was sent to a mental hospital because of depression, and the boy who relied on his mother had to face cruel separation.

All kinds of things that happened these days have already hit the five-year-old child to the brink of collapse. After shouting "It's all your fault" to his father with great resentment, Hong Jiaodong chose to run away from home.

The emotionally broken boy held back his tears in the rain. When his vision was blurred, he saw a truck crashing towards a girl of the same age. Although he lost control of his emotions, there was no need to hesitate in saving lives.

After rescuing the girl and the driver, fear and fear completely defeated Hong Jiaodong's inner defenses, and countless negative emotions surged in. He was knocked down by the pain in his heart almost instantly, and cried out heart-piercingly .

In the dense rain, the girl who fell to the ground stared blankly at the crying boy, who was obviously the one who saved someone, but he hurt as if he was the one who was rescued.

Probably because he knew that his posture was too embarrassing, and he was also afraid that his emotional breakdown would scare Vera. The boy knelt on the ground, clutching the clothes around his heart with one hand, and wrinkled his immature brows and eyes from crying——

While still saying "sorry".

Vera didn't understand.

She didn't understand why the boy would reach out to strangers even though he was full of resentment.

She also didn't understand why he had to take other people's emotions into account when he was already in such pain.

It's just that Vera, who was rescued by Hong Jiaodong, suddenly felt that the boy was asking for help. Without much hesitation, she braced her painful body, opened her arms and hugged him vigorously.

The rain covered up their tears, and they hugged each other tightly in the hazy rain, like two cubs who were driven to a dead end, drawing warmth from each other in this cold world, so as to gain the courage to persevere.

Redemption and being redeemed, the line between the two is so blurred.

"I'm sorry—" The boy didn't know whether he was apologizing to her or to another person he felt guilty about, but he hugged her tightly, as if grasping the last straw, "I'm sorry—Mom— "

"..." Vera tilted her head, pressed the boy who was a little shorter than her into her shoulder socket, blinked her eyelashes that were heavy from the rain, and whispered in his ear:

"Thank you."

——Thank you for appearing in my life like light.