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

Fyodor met Yendt.

He was a strong, handsome, calm and elegant man, but he was also a prisoner of superhuman abilities.

Everyone will ignore him, and only see his dangerous supernatural power and the value represented by a top supernatural power user.

Young Fyodor had been alone with him.

The man twitched his lips and leaned against the balcony fence. In front of him was the entrance to the bustling banquet, and behind him were the wild snowfield and the endless sky.

"If I didn't have supernatural powers, what would I be like?"

Fyodor heard him muttering.

"Maybe he will be a happy fruit farmer, after all, I like those crystal clear and beautiful fruits very much."

He looked in Fyodor's hidden direction, and asked softly, "Do you think apples are more popular, or bananas?"

Fyodor stepped out of the shadows and answered him: "Apple."

Ye Ente chuckled, "Well... I thought you would say that everyone has different tastes. After all, the most popular apples and bananas are not as popular as they seem on the surface, just because they are within reach. , so there will be such a high sales volume."

Fyodor blinked.

He watched the man gesture to the air, as if he was signaling something.

Putting down his hand, Ye Ente continued: "Do you know that when you approached me, no less than ten protectors shot you with their guns."

"Although they are not guarding you, but me."

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

Fyodor just watched him with calm eyes.

And Ye Ente seemed to have not seen someone who would specifically talk to him for a long time, even though it was just a child in front of him, he still couldn't help but let go of the loneliness he had been hoarding all along.

"I won't let them do it to you."

Yente didn't make any expression, just smiled as usual, which looked like a smiling mask attached to his face, and Fyodor just used a slightly dull gaze and an empty expression as an excuse. In front of them, they all know that any action and expression has a probability of being judged as "signal transmission".

After that, Yente just said insignificant words to Fyodor like a child who was pleasing to the eye.

Just a very simple and everyday conversation.

Fyodor just listened, although this was far from the purpose of his coming here in the first place.

But in the end the goal was accomplished.

The overcoat he was wrapped in was stained with blood, and he ended up in chaos.

It wasn't until a long time later that Fyodor heard that the man who was restrained because of the supernatural power and used as the trump card weapon died.

Fyodor knew it was his choice.

As he said, the high turnover of apples and bananas is due to their price and popularity. Many people have no choice but to choose from them.

The difference in turnover between the two is that people who choose apples and bananas will combine others and choose one of the choices already given.

He has supernatural powers and was discovered.

So the first option is lost.

But he also has other options.

Live, continue as a weapon, and die, go to heaven.

He knew all this clearly, so he began to desperately long for death, and kept running for the choice he had drawn up.

Fyodor continues his story.

Until one day, he picked up the boy who was similar to the faded man in his memory.

But compared to Yente.

The white-haired boy was more like a fledgling.

They are completely different beings.

Fyodor saw their difference from the first sight.

But the boy knew nothing about it.

He was afraid that he would be replaced, swallowed up, recycled, discarded like garbage, occupied by another consciousness, and sleep forever.

It was like death to him.

He desperately longed to live.

But living like this is too pure and meaningless.

The biggest difference between him and Yente is that he is only a semi-finished product, a toy with a shelf life and parts can be replaced at any time.

So he was not restrained and monitored too much.

This, Fyodor thought, was both happy and sad.

Later Fyodor discovered that a child might be a better description of him than a chick.

He began to be curious about everything, rampant and unscrupulous.

But after all, he is not a human being, and he doesn't even have the ability to empathize.

He can get close to anyone, and he can kill those people reflexively.

After all... Fyodor looked at the white-haired boy who sat casually on the stone statue of the fountain, like the "angel" they described, he thought, after all, the "alive" he longed for was not in the physical sense To live is a spiritual desire, so when he takes the life of others, he will not feel any guilt.

Of course... the most important thing.

Or what he said.

They are simply purging these people of their sins and pointing them to a paradise of salvation.

After all, the fledgling plot... He is so dependent and trusts him.

There was no doubt about what he said.

Until one day he said the word "like".

Only then did Fyodor realize that just because he knew he was a different kind, the boy was more eager to be recognized and to find what he lacked compared to other existences.

Fyodor didn't want him to know more.

So he cut off his thoughts.

What he wants, what he wants to have, is someone who has a fledgling feeling for him, who stands by him and understands his loneliness and despair.

And just like hobbies can be cultivated, he easily shaped those gems, which are not as good as garbage to him, into objects that teenagers will like.

In the end, as he planned step by step, he achieved his goal.

In fact, the existence with desire and yearning is easier to handle, and the goal that really doesn't care about anything is the existence that even Fyodor finds troublesome.

He will more or less instill some very basic things into the boy, and slowly, watching the chick spread its wings and learn to glide.

They walk in the snow and live in the winter night.

The Shata gem incident was planned by Fyodor.

He wants to get Yokohama's book, but before that, he needs to plan every step.

The bird he carefully cultivated and taught will become the most critical piece on the chessboard he built, but he thinks that maybe he needs to change the bird bait to better achieve his goal.

He attracted the target he wanted with a huge amount of wealth that no organization could refuse.

When the other party was focused on calculating for wealth, the mouse had already sneaked into the city by the sea through a secret passage.

He slowly and methodically arranged and decorated his chess game.

"For transactions... some tiny data is enough."

He wrote line by line in beautiful Russian on the letter.

Then he exhaled a breath of cold air gently, even with his back against the stove, this winter day was a bit too cold.

The white-haired boy lazily nestled on the sofa, even if he didn't seem to understand anything, he would not touch Fyodor's personal belongings lightly, sometimes Fyodor seemed to feel that his pair of pure green The eyes are not covered by clear lake water, the bottom of the lake can be seen at a glance, but more like an endless pool.

Interesting.

"What do you think the superpower is?"

Fyodor asked the question.

"I?"

The white-haired boy said with a smile: "I think it's a defect, a disaster that comes, and it's an injustice that divides everything equally."

"But that's also what gives me my being, the core of what I have."

Fyodor opened his eyes wide.

Even if he believed him again, the young man who was constructed step by step according to the blueprint he sketched still had his own soul that was sober enough and dazzling enough.

Fyodor was moved by it.

The boy covered his heart with his hands, his eyes were empty and far away, Fyodor didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

He just felt that for a moment, he didn't seem to be "he".

"I don't resent this peculiar power."

"I just want to be the master of it, not the bound one."

"certainly……"

"It would be better if not, and I don't have to worry about it."

He frowned, Fyodor seemed to see someone's shadow through him.

Yent?

Maybe not.

That should be another existence.

Fyodor suppressed his doubts, and saw that the boy showed him a bright and clean smile.

Fyodor counted without omissions, he knew that the boy would eventually be attracted by the Central Plains, who was also an alien, but more human than a monster.

So later on, Ye didn't kill him, let him go, it was all in his calculation.

And the reason why he didn't kill those two guys is also very simple, maybe it's more interesting for the players on the opposite side of the chessboard to be on par with him, or maybe it's because he doesn't want to be completely watched... After all, as long as he doesn't touch the most fundamental The leader hiding in the dark will not break his optimal solution for this.

Fyodor Design completely took over Ye's lab.

He glanced at the white-haired man lying in the ice coffin.

He died, no, his soul was free.

On the body, his expression was condensed at the moment of death, calm and serene.

It was as if a long-cherished wish had finally come true.

Fyodor completely destroyed the man's data, and he redeemed him.

He counts the time.

read data.

He was accurate to the number of days for Ye, and then he thought, if the young man lost his restraint, would he turn from a chick into a soaring eagle.

Still like a bird with its wings bound and unable to fly.

Such an interesting soul, if it finds a new direction and has a new luxury, will it become more dazzling.

He thought, and did the same.

After that, Ye did not bring back Shata's gem.

No, or rather tears.

And at that moment... Fyodor felt something out of his grasp.

It's a little bit troublesome...

Fyodor thought that he might have to change his original plan a little bit, and he didn't think the attention and patience with the boy was useless, so he said: "Besides this gem, there are more dazzling existences in this world. , do you want to go and see with me?"

The young man who always agreed to his invitation in seconds hesitated for a while.

"Hmm...Fei Jia, I still remember you said that because you like it, you will have desire, and you will have the desire to get it, but I...when I gave them the gem, I didn't feel this way... Do I really like these things?"

With a puzzled expression, he looked at the opal that was dazzling enough in his hand, as if he was asking himself.

"Then you go on a journey with me."

"The answer will be in there."

Fyodor traveled to countless countries with Ye.

Ye has learned many languages, and he enjoys learning and enriching himself constantly.

With Fyodor's help, Ye collected countless luxury items and placed them in the exhibition hall he opened.

And the admirer of that exhibition hall, for a long, long time, was only Fyodor.

A painting hangs in the center of the exhibition hall.

It is a paradise intertwined with endless snow-capped mountains and aurora.

Ye stood in front of the painting, he looked at Odor.

"Feja."

"Ok?"

"I'm thinking... what is it that makes Fei Jia stay by my side all the time, is it because of the "like" I said? "

He narrowed his eyes, as if to hide his emotions.

However, Fyodor didn't have the thought of looking up at him, he stroked the strings touching his palm.

The cold texture slid across his palm.

"Then what do you think?"

He lifted it lightly.

Ye was silent for a long time.

Until Fyodor thought that he would not give the answer he wanted, until the sound of the gears of the clock in the house was so clear that it flooded into his mind.

Ye Caidao: "Is it because of understanding and similarity?"

This answer made Fyodor chuckle lowly.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

The story of Fyodor and his birds is still going on, like a reformed folk song, with countless beautiful characters embellishing the darkness hidden between the lines.

Until he betrayed him.

He also betrayed the path of heaven that he was chasing, and personally dyed his most exciting and trembling soul with the snow-colored white cloth that he thought he understood and described to cover up his sins.