From star abyss

My aunt was pregnant at the time, and was dragged out of the water tank by her hair by the Tianhuan people. The Tianhuan people used samurai swords to open up her belly, and they were brutally killed together with the fetus. They cheered and sang happy songs. It seemed like he had done something great.

Yawen held down Dai Sijia's head tightly and covered her mouth. They huddled in the wall and buried themselves with bricks. The Tianhuan people wreaked havoc on the house for five or six days before leaving. By then, the two of them were already dying of hunger. When they crawled out, they only saw ruins completely burned by the flames.

However, even then, the Tianhuan people still refused to give up. They used half of the living room as a battlefield to fight the guerrillas of the Rose Army. Bullets flew over their heads. They crawled forward in the mud and smoke, not caring about anything. Go up, just with green eyes, stuffing everything that smells edible into your mouth.

Leather shoes, bones, charcoal, grass ashes, ants, mice, crows, maggots - if it weren't for the poisonous gunpowder, they would have almost eaten Octokin, but even so, they were still hungry.

Finally, Dai Sijia fell first.

"Sister, dad is here, and I see mom...alkaline water, white rice porridge, pork strips... I really want to eat them."

Her petite body fell into the mud and gradually stopped shaking. At the end, her voice suddenly became very clear:

"Sister, I don't need to eat anymore, it's your turn to eat."

What was reflected in her eyes were not human eyes, but the eyes of a beast.

Hungry, greedy, bloodthirsty.

——No, those are not the eyes of some beast.

Yawen raised her hand and covered her left eye.

"Those are my eyes..."

It was me who killed my sister.

The memory of that sin came to mind, reality and memories intertwined, and the familiar cold and hunger blurred time and space. For a moment, Yawen couldn't tell whether she was in the outside world or the battlefield of her childhood.

"...Jiajia."

But the only thing that is certain is that no matter it was then or now, she has lost Scarlett.

Suddenly, Yawen stopped, and a glimmer of understanding flashed through her dim golden-green eyes.

"Yeah...why do I have to live?"

Twelve years ago, he had to kill Dai Sijia in order to survive for himself, but Dai Sijia turned into a ghost and began to protect him after death.

Twelve years later, he set foot on someone else's land again, and he was about to point his gun at those innocent Gurantians, just to keep himself alive.

"I, in fact, should no longer be alive."

She stood in the wind and snow outside, murmuring:

"Dad, I'm sorry. I killed my sister. I'm sorry, Dad... I can't save you, and I can't save Shuang Ping. I'm not qualified to do that."

Only people like me are not qualified to live.

Yawen took off her cloak. The red and black evil was like a burn, spreading from her right eye to the entire side of her face. The rolled red and black flesh and blood threads were like thousands of tentacles, constantly twisting and curling as if they had self-awareness.

"It's long past time for me to end this life of crime."

She opened her arms and lay straight on the ground, staring blankly at the red-black sky. She gave up all thoughts of struggle and let the cold and evil continue to weaken her life.

There is no light in the dark world, not even the hypocritical sun can see it. She died here, no one cares about her, she was forgotten by the whole world, and no one will miss her.

Yawen thought: That’s it.

At least I won't hurt any innocent people again.

Her body temperature continued to pass, but she showed no sign of death. At this time, she could still feel that her body temperature was constantly rising. The cold turned into an extremely hot feeling, but she had no ability to shiver. The high fever made her Her consciousness was blurred, and she could not distinguish anything in her mind. She just collapsed on the ground, motionless.

"……it's a pity."

In the dark, she seemed to hear a voice whispering:

"You have just stepped into the realm of evolution, so it is a pity to cut off this gift."

[who? Who is there? ]

Just as Yawen spoke, she suddenly realized that she was not speaking with her vocal cords, but using her soul to directly resonate with the existence far away.

"You have talent, meet the quality, and you paid the price - it would be a sin not to use you."

[who are you? ! ]

The strange thing is that she has never known this technique, but in just a moment, she understood its principles and essence without any teacher.

"You don't need to know about my existence. My existence is a secret. The truth is meaningless to you."

No characteristics could be distinguished from the ethereal voice, but Yawen instinctively felt that the owner of the voice must be a woman, and a kind and loving mother.

[You are binding to my soul with some kind of power... What is this? Why do I feel so close to you, a complete stranger whom I have never met? ]

In response to Yawen's question, there was only one sentence of unclear meaning:

"I have three speakers, thirteen members, seventy-two juries, and six hundred and sixty-six citizens."

speaker? Member? jury? citizen?

What's this?

Yawen asked blankly:

[What do you mean by that? ]

The erratic and secretive existence just announced the fact and said to her:

"Now, you become a councilor for me."

Before Yawen could react, the next moment, a strange word appeared in her mind for no reason:

"【tailor】."

she says.

Then, Yawen showed a strange and dazed look. She raised her hand, as if she felt something inside her body had been changed permanently.

She felt bad in her heart, and quickly stood up again. The red and black eyes suddenly began to expand rapidly. The severe pain made Yawen fall to her knees. The skin all over her body turned pale. She gritted her teeth, and the red and black eyes on her forehead suddenly began to expand rapidly. The evil spirit multiplied rapidly like flesh and blood, gradually forming sharp tentacles.

"Esha... Uh-huh! Ahhhh! Hiss--"

She raised her hand, split her fingertips into two, and spiral nerve tentacles popped out from the middle.

The evil spirit began to accelerate the infection and turned her into a monster.

"The curse is coming."

For more than ten years, the evil that had been buried deep in her heart was revealed. Under the skin of a good girl, there was a monster who ate her own sister.

That forbidden curse, like my sister's nightmare, has been haunting me.

I am not qualified to live at all, I am not qualified, I am not qualified, I am not qualified...

There were deep scars on Yawen's neck, filled with eyeballs, and her hair gradually withered. She lay on the ground, and blue mist continued to leak out from her mouth. Her own memories continued to appear in this form. Loss to the outside.

"Yarwen, according to the agreement, you will have the same surname as your mother. You must inherit your mother's gentleness and strength."

The back of his father David Lin gradually faded away.

——But you did nothing.

"Our little Yawen is going to be a sister too. This is your sister, Jiajia. You have to protect her well."

Her mother turned her head away, refusing to look at her in disgust.

——You ate her instead.

"I'm sorry, Yawen. If the eldest brother were a girl, he would be able to work in a company and support the family. I can only rely on you."

The elder brother with a wry smile passed her by, just like a passerby.

——You have not revitalized our family at all.

"Okay, okay, you're here to keep me company, dear sister, do I feel good?"

The grinning Dai Sijia strangled her neck, but he could no longer see her face clearly.

——She still refuses to forgive you, ah, yes, how can she forgive you!

Many close and important people have left me. However, unexpectedly, she saw a figure she had never imagined.

"You are a unique existence to me on this planet. Once lost, it will be difficult to find again."

The face of the handsome man with black hair and gray eyes was close at hand, and his powerful charm was firmly engraved in his heart. He could never forget it. He said to himself seriously:

"Stay alive."

Li Ozi said.

"Your existence is of great significance to me. No matter what, you must keep your life safe and live well. Don't die in some obscure place where I can't find it."

Yawen's dark vision was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.

Almost everyone has no hope of living as 'Arwen Heskisheen'. She is the eldest daughter, sister, pillar, and sinner, but she is not Arwen.

Only Li Ozi sincerely asked her to live.

Yawen's fingers dug into the sand, and her split eyes slowly focused, forming cross-shaped pupils.

"I...I can't die yet."

There is another person who wants to live by himself.

At least Li Ozi must deny his own value and no longer need himself before he can die. I must live on before I can die.

I am still a human being, and as long as I am still needed by others, I am still a human being and I still have a reason to live.

Even if only Li Ozi is willing to affirm the meaning of my life, I will still live.

Yawen used her hands and feet to get up slowly. She was holding a deformed head like antlers. The flesh and blood on her body rotted and fell off inch by inch. Only the desire for life remained in her golden-green eyes.

‘I have to survive. ’

She straightened up, her hands turned into bat-like membrane wings, staggered a few steps, and fell down again.

No... The cold wind froze him stiff. This deformed body was not resistant to freezing and could not move at all.

Frost and snow covered her body, and Yawen's life gradually came to an end.

finished?

It lowered its head, but the desire for life in its eyes became even stronger.

It flapped its paws and wriggled forward, rubbing its body bit by bit.

Even if you have to crawl, you must crawl to Li Ozi and ask him if you are still needed.

Before that, I must not die——

Snap.

In its dim and blurred vision, a boot suddenly stepped down.

"Are you... a congressman? If [the bell ringer] hadn't woken me up forcibly, I really don't want to meet any congressman here."

A young-sounding man's voice sounded, and then Yawen saw a slovenly face that was different from that of any other ethnic group on the Azure Star - the man had short blond hair, aqua blue eyes, and a beard. He spoke with a strange accent.

He was dressed like someone from the steam industry era. He was tall, at least 1.9 meters tall, and his face showed vicissitudes of life and impatience that were extremely inconsistent with his apparent age.

"To be clear in advance, don't even think about thanking me. I was forced to do so."

Seeing Yawen looking at him in confusion, the man took out a test tube filled with dreamy silver potion from his pocket, opened the stopper, and sprinkled the blood-like liquid on Yawen:

"Welcome to society, poor bastard."

The white blood blended into her body, and Yawen didn't feel any changes. But when she regained consciousness, the whole world suddenly became a little different. Her spine began to generate blood rapidly, and her body was filled with a kind of energy that was different from spiritual power, but far away. With soul power that was stronger than spiritual power, the deformities on her body were quickly healed, and her withered hair hung down on her pale skin, showing a lifeless white color.

"Ahem—!"

Yawen coughed twice violently and spit out a mouthful of red and black blood clots. Then she stood up suddenly. She raised her head and looked at the tall man with her golden-green eyes in horror:

"……Who are you?"

"He is just a coward who has been hiding for countless years but cannot escape his fate."

The man's tone was very sad:

"My name is Igole Matthew, Miss Congressman. You can call me [Sailor]."