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In an instant, Anzumelun's eyes looked at Tian Ming.

"What did you say?"

The oppressive feeling of light suddenly emerged, as if it was strangling Tian Ming's throat.

A fleeting darkness flashed in Anzomelon's eyes.

"Well……"

Tian Ming took a breath with some difficulty: "An...Mr. Anzomelun."

"Reality is scary."

"As a bystander, I have to remind you that non-direct descendants like Leo Ciro are already very few normal people in the Ciro family. If you don't show up today, he will also be sent to the brainwashing room...

…In fact, if it wasn’t a big incident, he would have been brainwashed long ago. Of course, this is called [baptism] in your Siro family.”

Tian Ming coughed: "It's ironic, right?"

"This place is full of darkness and there is no light. So Mr. Anzomelon, are you the only special case, the pure white [Son of Light]?"

"Growing up in a noble family, enjoying the privilege of pure whiteness, but knowing nothing about the ugliness of the family?"

Opening the door in front, Anzomelon walked in expressionlessly.

"Nobility is ugly."

"Even the nobles know that they are ugly... But as vested interests, no one will say no to the resources they desire. Those who can easily obtain a large amount of money and resources take it for granted that they enjoy privileges.

of."

Anzomelun's eyes swayed, and Tian Ming's voice echoed in his ears.

Growing up in a well-known family full of education and sunshine, he grew up in fine clothes and fine food.

I have never worked even a day.

Lying peacefully on the countless wreckage.

Is this light?

No...it's not.

The Blood Essence Ledger has many volumes.

Densely presented in front of Anzomelon.

Bloody, terrifying, with uncontrollable shortness of breath.

His mind seemed to be entangled with some kind of black solid.

"You seem to be a little carried away by the title of [Child of Light]."

Tian Ming bowed slightly, his eyes were extremely bright in this dark room.

"Then let's see, as a child of light, what is the meaning of your birth?"

"And what exactly is the [Super] that your Siro family has always relied on?"

The cold voice echoed in Anzomelon's mind.

He subconsciously looked at the book in the center.

The pure white book placed in the center.

"Apocalypse of the Ancestors".

And above the books are countless photos.

Photos of ancestors of the Xiro family from generation to generation.

The photo at the top is blank.

Anzomelon lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and read.

container.

Arrive.

Perfect body.

Pure character.

…

"Super existence can be encountered but cannot be sought."

Tian Ming spread his hands and said: "If you are as strong as the Ming clan, you will also encounter the reality that your own super will die of old age... After all, the vast majority of super professionals cannot reach the level of Dean Turing and Cronus.

.”

"The inheritance of the Siro family exceeds a thousand years. It has existed since before the historical fault. Every generation will have a powerful super... Do you know why?"

Anzumelun raised his head and looked at Tianming.

The strength of the Xiro family is constant.

There are countless strong people in every generation, and there are definitely super strong people.

Super strong people either die in battle or die of natural old age...but one after another, never ending.

Anzomelon never thought about this problem.

"The so-called Guangming Family has only one super professional from beginning to end."

"And the only one."

"The one who is called the [Founder of Light] is the first generation head of your Siro family."

Khotan Min approached Anzomelun, his voice was serious and calm.

"You are this generation, the vessel for his descent."

Anzomelon was silent.

He flipped through the books and became more and more indifferent.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the kerosene lamp around him became darker and darker.

"Mr. Anzomelon...see, this is a noble."

"This is the reality of the world."

Tian Ming looked at Anzumelun with pity.

"You have lived in the light since you were a child, but someone has covered your eyes and you cannot see any dark places."

"You never worry about money, and you don't know that the price of a piece of clothing is the salary of a female factory worker who has worked for several years."

"The top-notch consumables you use for promotion are materials that ordinary adventure groups have to go through life and death, and even if the team is completely destroyed, they cannot match them."

"You are on the holy steps of light. Ordinary people in this era are precarious and dreaming of unrealistic dreams in the dark dust factory."

"You think you are the light of this era, but it's just a little...ridiculous."

"You are the birth vessel of the [Founder of Light]. What you want is nature and light... At the end of the day, you can pretend that nothing has happened and continue to be your son of light, the noble nobleman who was born sacred."

Tian Ming's tone was calm, without any hint of ridicule.

"Your sporadic thoughts will be forcibly integrated into the brain of the [Founder] spanning thousands of years, becoming the new guardian of 'light'."

The Son of Light, dressed in white and with a ponytail, was sitting on his knees in the darkness.

"Shut up!"

he said.

His voice sounded like he had experienced some kind of torture, and his originally passionate eyes became bloodshot and blurry.

"Can you...see the light?"

Tian Ming did not stop, but asked in a low voice.

"[Nobleman] Anzomelon Ciro."

"Shut up!!!"

Anzomelun roared, he stood up and pushed Tian Ming to the ground.

black……

His whole body turned into extreme shadows, covered in darkness.

It was a breath as cold as a cold pool.

"Escape is... useless..."

Tian Ming was suppressed, but his voice was serious and serious.

"It's not your fault, Anzo."

"Nobles, in order to continue their privileges, you know that blood essences and humanoid containers are just the tip of the iceberg that has happened to you, nothing more."

"You are...a victim, a person who was tortured by the nobles, a person without glory."

Anzomelon was stunned.

He gritted his teeth like a painful wild wolf.

Embarrassed and helpless.

He lay on the ground and roared angrily.

The pair of eyes that were originally used to see the light of this world, Anzomelon could only see darkness no matter what.

It's all utter darkness.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and a beam of light seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"The Sky Drive Alliance is sick."

The boy in front of him said, he stretched out a hand: "Nobles, Tiandong Alliance, the biggest disease."

His eyes were sincere and passionate, which was the emotion that should have appeared in Anzomelon's eyes.

"Who...are you?"

Anzomelon's voice calmed down at this moment.

It was a deathly cold silence, containing the madness before the storm.

"Me?"

The boy sighed, as if he was mourning the occurrence of a certain event: "I said it."

"Destiny."

"The destiny of Jidu."