This area that has become ruins is very quiet, only the whistling sound of the strong wind whizzing above the ruins. The landing ships stopped not far away, and the huge spherical hurricane hovered quietly above the ground like a solid object, and the shadow shrouded the cracked ground.
Several tall men in black imperial uniforms stood silently under the huge spherical hurricane, their postures upright. They waited in place, their faces looked calm, and only occasionally exchanged uneasy eyes when they looked at each other, but this uneasiness was hidden deep in their eyes.
No matter what they thought, they looked calm and composed, looking up at the huge sphere of debris from the hurricane.
Suddenly, the huge sphere shook. The traces of shaking were so faint that the soldiers thought it was visual fatigue and illusion caused by watching for a long time.
But in the next second, they knew it was not an illusion, because the sphere trembled violently in front of their eyes.
The enveloping hurricane roared more urgently, but it was not as regular and rhythmic as it was at the beginning, but it seemed to be out of control, and it was torn apart and scattered away in a commotion. Once the whistling and moving melody of the wind was interrupted, it completely shattered, and the different wind bundles entangled and bound each other, tearing each other apart.
The wind weakened, and the sandstorm-like shell formed by the hurricane also shattered, and countless pieces of broken glass and sharp gravel rustled down from the spherical shell. The falling gravel became more and more large, like a castle made of sand that collapsed when the earth shook and the mountains shook, and then broke into countless fine sands, which fell to the ground with rustling.
The entire huge sphere was torn apart, and the broken rocks and sharp rocks fell down overwhelmingly—
Several subordinates who had been waiting outside showed nervous expressions when the sphere collapsed. They glanced at each other and were about to rush in to save people—but they had just rushed two steps forward when they stopped suddenly up.
They were stunned and looked ahead with stunned eyes.
Ahead, among the collapsing sphere, among the raindrops of rubble, a tall and familiar figure appeared.
The black-haired major general walked from the falling gravel.
He walked out of the countless fallen stones with a calm expression, and his steps were steady, as if he was just walking out of a storm.
He was holding a thin boy in both hands. The boy seemed to be sleeping, with his head leaning sideways on his chest.
The strong wind raged, causing his dark hair to fly up wildly. Major General Troll hugged Mute like this, and walked out from the falling rubble and from under the shattered sphere with steady steps.
...
The landing ship took off and left the rubble-buried ruins.
Above the ruins, the gale that had been blowing endlessly had stopped.
... ... ...
[I can eliminate the wall of his superficial consciousness, but he has already fallen into a deep subconscious.]
[This child's mental power is the strongest I have ever seen. Unless he volunteers, no one can wake him up from his subconscious.]
[... If you can wake him up...]
Ishtar, who looks like a giant blue-black whale, still hovers quietly over the tense atmosphere of the royal city, giving the people on the ground a great sense of oppression with its huge body.
It is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the royal city, and the sharp blade can tear the city below it at any time.
On the Ishtar ship, in the huge room belonging to its owner on the top floor, Mutt lay quietly on the snow-white bed. His body sank on the soft bed, the snow-white bed was wrapped around his slender hands and feet, and the soft black hair was scattered on the bed, forming a stark contrast with the snow-white bed.
Thick eyelashes cast light shadows on his pale cheeks. He was still in a deep sleep, breathing steadily, as if unwilling to wake up in a dream.
Troll stroked the blue-black metal ring on Mutt's wrist. He glanced at the sleeping boy, and then closed his eyes. The metal ring on his wrist lit up, and countless filaments of light flowed from the metal The ring stretched out, slowly wrapped around Mute's wrist, and then wound up along Mute's arm little by little...
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[That is a long time ago, a memory that once disappeared...]
...
"It's already hurt to this extent, what else do you want to bring back?"
"Uh, I thought he was still alive, so I brought him back."
"It's not far from death, it's a waste of resources."
"Tsk!"
…
In a trance, he seemed to hear the conversations of the people around him. On the snow-white medical table, the boy in the glass cabinet was soaked in the repair solution. He opened his eyes slightly, his feather-like eyelashes were floating in the solution, and his jet-black hair was floating in the liquid.
It was a handsome face that was as delicate as if carved from the purest ice and snow. Even though it was still young, it was as beautiful as a flawless work of art, making people unable to take their eyes off it.
However, the body of the young man soaked in the repair fluid was incomplete. The part of the left shoulder and the left arm disappeared completely, and the wound on the left shoulder was covered with silver-white liquid. The beast's sharp teeth tore off the entire left arm in one bite.
Through the transparent solution, one can clearly see countless scars on his naked body, one after another, all over the body, some are as deep as the bones, some are so white that they are opened, and some are obviously rotten. Mark of.
Some were torn apart by the sharp claws of beasts, and some were corroded by the slime of carnivorous plants... It looked shocking.
The young man opened his eyes slightly, but the dark blue pupils had obviously begun to slacken gradually, and the slender, pitch-black eyelashes fell slowly...
...
It was a darkness where nothing could be seen, and he felt himself falling in a trance, falling endlessly.
What's down there, he doesn't know.
But he could vaguely feel that if he fell like this, everything would disappear in this darkness.
He will be consumed by darkness.
The endless darkness beneath him is death.
He doesn't want to die, even if he doesn't know why he wants to live, but he still doesn't want to die like this.
However, he no longer had the strength to struggle out of the darkness...
He closed his eyes, feeling that he was about to fall into the bottomless abyss called death.
——It was a hand that suddenly stretched out from the darkness and took his hand.
Someone grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the abyss.
In the dark, he couldn't see the man's face, but he could feel the hand holding his wrist, and a warm touch that he had never felt penetrated into his wrist.
...
When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw an endless starry sky.
He knelt down on the ground in a daze, and subconsciously looked at his hands. The left arm that was torn off by the beast was still intact. He knelt on the ground naked, and looked down to see that the skin on his body was smooth and fair, without any scars.
"Don't be afraid, this is in consciousness."
A soft voice sounded in front of him, and he raised his head abruptly. The dark blue pupils contracted forcefully, and he saw a boy who was about his age but taller than him standing in front of him.
The boy had the same short black hair as him, but his pupils were different, they were pitch black, and there seemed to be stars flickering inside, just like the endless starry sky at this moment.
The young man had a soft face, with a bit of childishness, at this moment he tilted his head and smiled at him, even the smile on the corner of his lips gave off a soft feeling.
He knelt on the ground and looked up at the soft smiling face for a long time.
Then he stood up.
"You broke into my consciousness?"
He looked at the boy in front of him and said, expressionless.
"Uh, this..."
Probably knowing that it is not good to intrude into other people's consciousness at will, the black-haired boy paused.
Then, the boy spoke in a low voice.
"I feel that your consciousness is about to disappear... that's why..."
He probably understood.
He was on the verge of death, so his consciousness was about to collapse, and this young man with strong spiritual power sensed that his spirit was about to dissipate, so he entered his consciousness and protected his spirit that was about to collapse.
It can be said that this boy pulled him back from the brink of death.
"Who are you?"
He asked, he had never seen this person before, and the clothes on this boy were also like he had never seen before.
"That kind of thing doesn't matter, can you put on your clothes first?"
The dark-haired boy pointed to his naked body.
Because it is in consciousness, as a spiritual body, it is naturally naked. He looked down at his naked body, a little confused. Then, he looked up at the boy.
"Clothing is not a necessity," he said.
"Don't be kidding, you have to be ashamed to be a human being, and you have to dress me."
The boy pointed at him, and a suit of clothes wrapped his body, still in a strange style that he had never seen before.
"Remember, you are a human being, so you have to look like a human being."
"people?"
He didn't care that the man forced himself into strange clothes, he just looked at the boy and repeated the word with some confusion.
"you said I?"
"... You don't even know what you are. Are you not a human or a monster?"
The teenager who was choked by his answer looked a little speechless.
He didn't answer, and his thin eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a light shadow on his delicate and beautiful face.
No one ever said what he was. He knew his number, and those who gave him his number never said he was human, they called him, guinea pig.
Is he human too
As he thought about it, a little confusion appeared in his heart. Then he looked up at the boy again. The boy looked about the same age as him, but slightly taller than him. He had to look up to see his face.
The boy also looked down at him, and he saw that pair of bright black pupils reflecting his shadow, and then suddenly bent into the arc of a crescent moon.
"It's so beautiful." The boy looked at him with a smile and said, "Your eyes are so beautiful, just like my hometown."
"..."
"My home is on a beautiful blue planet, just like the color of your eyes."
"... Are you homesick?"
"Yes, very much, very much."
"Why don't you go back?"
He saw that the young man's breathing paused, his originally crooked smiling eyes slowly opened, his expression was a bit dazed and lonely.
"... can't go back."
He heard the man say with a lonely face.
"I can't go anywhere... I don't know where I am, why I'm here... I don't know how to get back..."
Inexplicably, he felt his heart, which should not be real, constrict. He didn't know why, he just knew that he didn't like to see the lonely look on that face.
He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the boy's figure suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.
Wait a moment!
Not knowing why, just subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to grab the person who was about to disappear before his eyes.
But his hand pierced through the crumbling shadow and caught nothing.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that it was his hand stretched forward in the solution that hit the glass wall.
He didn't know how many days he had been in the repair fluid, it was probably a long time, because all the scars on his body and even the torn arm had been repaired.
With a clatter, the glass cover opened, and that lean and extremely muscular body came out of the solution. The white skin became more and more wet in the darkness, and the liquid slid down the well-textured muscle lines, and slid over the tight and The firm abdominal muscles trickled down the slender thighs.
The jet-black hair was wetly attached to the young man's delicate and beautiful face, and the liquid continued to flow down the tip of the hair and down his fair cheeks.
He stood on the ground dripping wet, and turned his head. There seemed to be traces of that person's consciousness in the air. He closed his eyes and felt the direction of the infiltrating spiritual power, and raised his feet to find it.
[You are a human being, so be ashamed.]
The slender and well-proportioned bare legs that were about to move paused for a moment. He casually tore off a white robe of the researchers from the side, put it on directly, and then continued walking.
…
It was a very dark night, with no moonlight or starlight.
In the darkness, he obeyed his feeling and searched for the trace that was pulling his consciousness.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, how long he had been searching.
When the door that he had deciphered the code slowly opened, his dark blue pupils, which had never been emotionless, moved slightly.
In the huge glass cabinet, a hazy white mist wrapped around the boy inside.
The bone-piercing chill seemed to seep out from inside, and the skin of the boy who seemed to be sleeping in the icy mist was almost transparent and pale, only a little pink remained on his lips.
The pitch-black hair fell in front of the young man's eyes, and the ends of the hair seemed to be frozen, not even a single strand of hair was moving.
It was as if only the time around the young man was frozen, and the closed time imprisoned the young man in it.
The moment he saw that soft and childish face, he felt an unstoppable beating of his heart that seemed to never exist in his chest at this moment.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the transparent glass wall, almost allowing the chill of human blood to freeze into his fingers.
He raised his head and looked at the boy's face that seemed to be frozen in white mist, and what appeared in his mind was the crooked smiling eyes on that face.
"You helped me." He stared at the man in the mist and said, "I don't owe you anything."
"I wake you up," he said, "I'll take you home."
…
"Why did that experiment go there?!"
"Who knows what's going on!"
"This is an absolute secret! The people of the Uriel family are furious and have already taken 'that' away!"
"In short, delete all the memory of the subject about this matter!"
... ... ...
On the scorching ground, the gray-white rocks were astonishingly hot, and the scorching sun blazed the ground, as if trying to evaporate all the blood in his body. His thirsty throat seemed to be cracking in patches, and his hungry stomach writhed in sharp pain.
He knelt on the ground, staring straight at the person he had just killed with terrifying eyes. That person had the same face as him, and he was lying on the hot rock, with bright red blood oozing from the torn wound on his neck.
The blood-red liquid flowed down and flowed onto the rock under his almost beast-like gaze.
... The water in his body was almost completely evaporated, he was so thirsty that he couldn't breathe, and the bright red liquid was right in front of his eyes, just within his reach.
Also, food, food that can satisfy your hunger.
In the perilous forest, he saw those wild beasts and monsters eating the corpses of his dead companions more than once.
Whatever it is to be alive, to be dead is just food.
He was thinking in a trance, the parched throat forced his consciousness into a trance... He slowly bent down, towards the fresh blood...
[you are human.]
The voice that emerged from nowhere suddenly sounded in his mind, his dazed eyes trembled, and he opened his mouth and bit his wrist fiercely!
He bit so hard that his skin was bleeding. He bit his wrist hard, swallowing the blood that flowed out.
He didn't know why he did this, but deep in his body, there seemed to be an indescribable feeling telling him.
[you are human.]
So, no.
Can't.
…
He knelt on the ground and panted violently. After a long time, he stood up staggeringly, dragging his frail body and staggeringly continued to walk.
He never looked back at the corpse behind him again.
...
Not without times of despair, not without times of failure.
When he fell to the ground again and again, when he was pressed down to the ground and strangled his throat, when he fell to the ground as if he had seen death, when he was about to die in a place with the same face as himself When the people under him...
It's easy if you give up.
If you don't stand up again, you don't have to suffer anymore.
His already overwhelmed body was telling him so.
no.
But something was telling him so.
He has to stand up, he has to live.
So, again and again, he struggled to get up from the ground.
So, time and time again, he kills everyone who wants to kill him.
Because there seemed to be an invisible voice in his mind constantly telling him, to live, what he promised... what he had to do...
The memory has disappeared, but his soul will not forget.
[I'll walk you home.]
I promised you, I want to do it.
I will live to find you.
send you home.
...
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In the darkened room, only a little bit of starlight flowed, illuminating the dimly lit room.
The pitch-black hair was scattered at the corners of his eyes, and the major general's opened pupils looked like dark blue gemstones in the darkness, and the light of the stars all over the sky seemed to fall into them.
His eyes reflected the face of a sleeping teenager, as if he wanted to melt this person into his eyes.
"Remember?"
He asked in a low voice, asking the sleeping boy.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mute who was trapped in the soft bed, and bent slightly.
The strong mental impact awakened the memory of the past... It turned out that he had already met the person under him, many years ago.
At that time, the young him stood in front of the cold glass cabinet, staring at the man enveloped in white mist.
At that time, he stood there looking at the person inside, and he wanted this person to open his eyes and look at him.
Even if the memory is deleted, this obsession is still deeply buried in his body and even his soul.
This obsession allowed him to survive the most tragic period...
Fine black hair hung down the major general's snow-white cheeks. He lowered his head and looked at the young man below him. He saw a little water seeping from the eyelashes at the corners of Mute's eyes.
He leaned over, lowered his head, and his lips gently kissed the tears at the corners of the boy's eyes.
"Got you."
He said that his hand caressed Mutt's head, and his gaze at Mutt had a softness that seemed to melt everything at this moment.
The soft eyelashes moved slightly, like the traces of quivering feathers.
The sleeping boy opened his eyes, with a black luster seeping from his eyelashes, the pupils reflected the face of Major General Troll, who was bending over and staring at him, a layer of light mist gradually emerged, covering it In the hazy water vapor.
Then, slowly and gently, the eyes curved up.
"... I seem to have seen your eyes somewhere."
Mutt said so with tear-stained eyes and crooked smiling eyes.