With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"Fei Jia...the snow is so heavy today."

The cold wind and snow were whistling, and the doors on the street were all locked and warm. When you look up, you can't see the sky, but you can only see countless white snow falling from far to near.

The white-haired boy was wrapped in a large snow-white cloak, and his hair was also white, so the white snow fell on it and quickly merged with his hair and his cloak, and one could only see a large piece of it A moving white creature.

The black-haired boy walking side by side with him was wrapped in a gray cloak, which was much more tightly wrapped. He was carrying a basket of things that were covered by a cloth, and he walked unhurriedly against the snow.

"This snow will clear soon."

The black-haired boy moved his lips. Even though the ice and snow had already hit his face, the upper and lower lips seemed to be frozen together and opened with difficulty. His voice was somewhat unavoidable. It is still calm.

"After the snow clears, I will go back to overhaul."

The white-haired boy said this in a reluctant tone, and when he said this, they finally arrived at the place where they lived temporarily now, and he gently opened the door.

The glass picture window on the top floor of the house reflects the light of both warm and cool colors, and the icon stands solemnly in it, obviously this is a church.

He closed the door backwards, separating the heavy snow and cold wind outside the house. Only then did the black-haired boy beside him raise his hand to brush off the snow accumulated on his shoulders, and when he turned his head, he saw the white-haired boy with snow monsters all over his body. Pure white, only those crystal green eyes hidden in the space are shining brightly.

Noticing his sight, the white-haired boy unbuttoned his cloak, and with his movement, the snow also fell on the ground as the cloak fell.

And what was hidden under the large cloak was a very light inner coat wrapped around his thin body, like a thin coat that would only be put on in summer.

He shook casually, shaking off the snow on his head, and then looked down at the cloak and Luoxue on the ground, "Well... I don't want to clean it up at all, so let's put it away for now."

Even though this is a church and he is watched by icons, he still looks indifferent, with a frivolous and casual tone, as if he is not worried about being blamed by "God".

"You will be leaving soon."

The black-haired boy whom he called Fei Jia spoke with honorifics.

"...I don't want to leave Fei Jia either, but if I don't overhaul it, I don't know if it's an arm or a leg that's broken tomorrow...Although it doesn't matter where it's broken, they can always fix it, as long as my brain is still intact Yes, even if I don't want to, I will always live forever."

"Well, but it's better to be alive. If you die... you will be forced to wake up, but you won't be able to meet Fei Jia next time... It's really sad to think about it."

He spoke in a naive, like a little prince who is ignorant of the world and kept in a rose garden. His unique accent fits in with the childish voice that has not yet completely transformed.

The black-haired boy didn't speak, but he slowly smiled, calm and polite.

He stared at the pathetic creature imprisoned by the body in front of him, unable to break free, as if he could see his soul through his innocent and ignorant appearance.

And what stains the soul is sin.

The root of his existence is the unforgivable sin, even if it is imposed by other ignorant people, it will not change the symbol of his existence and appearance.

But he doesn't want to judge all this for now.

He reminded aloud: "Even if the cold sensory nerves were damaged in the last experiment, you shouldn't only be concerned about them, this will make you the most attention-grabbing existence in the crowd."

He blinked, looked at the black-haired friend in front of him with innocent, clean eyes, and then muttered softly, "Fei Jia is more like... um, mother? This kind of stunning beauty than those people."

"...Please don't use that title to describe me."

Fedya sighed.

He took a few steps and looked at the person lying in front of the icon covered by a white cloth, the white was too clean, and there was a white tulip on it.

"...Fei Jia, why did he have to be covered with a white cloth when he died~ I don't think other dead people are covered."

The white-haired boy sat down on the seat carelessly, like a child full of curiosity.

"Holy and upright, transcending the mundane and mundane...unstained and erased." Fei Jia chuckled lightly, his words were as beautiful as poetry.

"...It means that he wants to use white to cover up and wash away the sins of his life."

The white-haired boy dragged his chin with one hand, and tapped his lower lip with restless fingertips.

"Your understanding really amazes me."

As he said, he raised his hand and picked up the tulip, but it was just a fake flower. After all, this flower was too white, and it was whiter and flawless than the snow outside the house.

"His sins were forgiven the moment he died."

Fedya announced quietly, his voice echoing in the empty church.

"...that's great." The white-haired boy murmured, "but I don't want to die, not at all...I just want to live, but not like this...I think it's Fei Jia who pities him Live like that."

"May you live forever."

Fei Jia turned his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the beautiful face of the white-haired boy, which was not artificial at all, but a natural face, like a mountain spirit, like a holy god.

He gave a low laugh.

It is really full of beauty and false appearance.

This white-haired boy has no name, he only has a code name, which is a long, long string of characters.

It is a container that carries abilities and binds souls.

A person with supernatural powers who was famous but died from the backlash of his own supernatural powers was recovered after his death, so there was an experiment on how to "continue" his soul and his supernatural powers forever.

Thus were born the offspring of these sins.

And the people who created these are burdened with the heaviest sin in the world.

Even though initially they just wanted to bring that powerful psychic back to life in other ways, the purpose was that they couldn't hide their sins.

"It's so uncomfortable...but they said that I was the only one who inherited the soul and came back to life, and the others died."

When Fei Jia picked up the boy, he said helpless and chilling words with an ignorant expression.

"It's strange that they call me my lord and still look at me in awe... I clearly feel that the memory space in my brain is blank."

"Whoa—it's so hard."

Fei Jia looked at the boy calmly, and immediately asked, "Then why are you here?"

"Because I want to test whether this body can be used normally... I was thrown out to move around freely, but when the time comes, I have to go back for repairs..." He moved his arms and wrists stiffly like a puppet.

"What's your nickname?"

The young man who had obviously said many things that shouldn't have been said under Fei Jia's calm temptation, suddenly realized that he hadn't asked how to call the other party.

"...human beings are called names."

Fedya said.

The boy in front of him seemed to know everything, but also seemed to know nothing.

He can accurately describe and pronounce iconic words, but still retains an inhuman basic cognition.

"Oh, so what's your name?"

He seemed to understand.

"Fyodor..."

Fei Jia pronounced every syllable clearly.

"It's so long—longer than my alias, I thought mine was already the longest... Then I'll call you Fei Jia."

He pressed the conclusion briskly.

Perhaps it was just a beautiful coincidence that Fyodor picked him up.

But then gradually getting along with each other, he found that this human-like, non-human creature was contradictory and entangled.

What is the relationship between soul and body?

This mysterious question cannot be answered so far, or perhaps their existence cannot be proved.

Fyodor discovers that he has two souls.

A person with supernatural powers born from that powerful person who couldn't even accept death.

One comes from himself.

Perhaps when this container was born, there was a soul accompanying it.

He longs to live, but he doesn't want to be forced to live.

Yes, those people can't accept the death of a powerful, terrifying psychic, it will destabilize the battle situation, and change the previous plans, so they have to keep "that person" alive, but they don't need his For a person to live, as long as his spirit can live and display his abilities, it is enough.

Even with this attitude.

It's just that this kind of living is not what the newborn him desires.

Two souls... one stained with sin, the other pure as a newborn child.

Fyodor did not go to judge him.

He briefly allowed the other party to follow him.

They live together in a cold house, they enjoy the snow scene together, appreciate the first sun after the snow, and they will go together to listen to the children in the choir reciting songs.

Fyodor admired the pure side of his soul.

but detested all that his iniquity had made.

"Fedya, the priest of the church in the town said he could offer us a job. He thought we were so pitiful."

The white-haired boy crushed the bread in his hand, then held the crumbs in his palm and fed them to the falling white dove.

"Then what do you think?"

Fyodor just watched him silently.

"I don't know what job I will be assigned if I enter the church...does Fei Jia know?"

His expression was troubled.

Fyodor refers to "missionaries".

The young man jumped up and said, "...it sounds so cool, so shall we become missionaries?"

"of course can."

He agreed.

"Wow, Fei Jia really is the one who loves me the most... It should be described as "love". "

White doves fly around.

His white hair is holy in color, and his eyes are clean and pure.

He is like a holy son who is enshrined and admired by others, and he is also like a mortal who is favored by gods.

"Fei Jia, speaking of it, you haven't told me what your dream is... The priest mentioned yearning and longing again today."

He stood under the icon, and the light of the colorful glass enveloped him.

"...I want to create a world without sin."

Fyodor said quietly, he seemed to be a firm and devout believer with faith.

"...Well, if Fei Jia doesn't mind, I can help you, although I can't understand what Fei Jia is referring to."

He made the promise in a naive tone.

The black-haired boy is walking in the world, he is looking for a way to get it done once and for all, but he has no clue.

Gradually, he thought that perhaps leaving here would allow him to see a farther and clearer path.

But the young man doesn't seem to want to leave here. He spreads the gospel with a bouquet of white flowers every day. He is like the incarnation and name of God.

And he never forgot the agreement with Fei Jia.

He will judge the wicked with him.

Until he betrayed him.