Super Species Player

The dazzling light tore open the senses through the gauze, and the intermittent ticking of electronic instruments came to my ears.

They made my heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and my body beat involuntarily, hitting the shackles connected to the iron bed.

My memory begins here...

Sharp, cold, lengthy silence and noise.

They call me "Ariel."

Ariel is not my name, but my code name - evidence of my identity in another world.

It is said that this "code name" comes from a fairy tale, in which the protagonist is a "special" girl, also named Ariel.

Like me, her legs transform into a "tail" when she's in the water.

Yes.

Even before I acquired human language, I had a deep understanding of the differences between me and ordinary people.

Therefore, I don’t like this story. I heard that the girl turned into a bubble and died...

I envy her.

Gained soul and freedom in another form.

But I can't...

Those people would not allow me to die.

They did everything they could to keep me alive.

Because those experiments only make sense while I'm alive.

Sharp and cold are the interactions I'm most familiar with.

People's attitude towards me is like those long and tedious experiments, absurd and desperate.

Every time, every time... it ends badly.

I was left in the laboratory like a rotten tomato, listening to the instigators argue and blame each other endlessly!

Ha, I can feel their hatred and fear.

So, every second day, I feel as good as before, brand new as if I was born again. This ends their argument.

I still remember their shocked and inexplicable expressions, fear and greed.

Maybe that's why they hate me.

They can never solve my problem, and they can't get my power.

Haha, stupid humans...

Always hoping for things they can't control.

And there is something like this in me.

How do I describe it?

It seems a bit arrogant to put it this way:

Everything always develops according to my wishes——

As long as I "want".

This is very complicated to say. I seem to be born with this ability. As long as I have thoughts, reality will change.

For example, I can make my dying self return to normal overnight.

I can also make a project that is going well suddenly spiral out of control and kill a nasty person in an instant.

Haha, as long as I "think".

There are only rare times when "thinking" doesn't work: when I can't construct a tangible picture in my mind, "thinking" fails and change doesn't happen.

But most of the time, when I "think", everything goes as expected.

Human beings are being manipulated by me without even realizing it.

We torture each other and enjoy it...

Until one day.

Before things got too boring, the man showed up.

He is a middle-aged man with a bloated body and sparse hair, and a pair of affectionate eyes embedded in his innocent face.

He is my savior.

Freed me from a boring world and gave me a warm bed, clean clothes and a comfortable place to live.

But he kept my code name, Ariel.

"What a beautiful name, only worthy of a unique existence in this world." He said.

I will never forget how he lifted me up from the pool of blood and looked up at my body that was different from ordinary people, with eyes full of love and pity.

People call him "Master Priest"...

Lord Priest...

I learned the human pronunciation method and recited this title countless times.

Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of language talent, so that I can't express it smoothly... Even if I "want", it doesn't help.

My clumsiness in this area overwhelmed me.

Therefore, I don’t know if he knows my thoughts, so I have no choice but to bury them.

Just like I always do.

But this heart grows and thrives day after day, like the shade of a towering tree, like the sun shining on me, like the sea infiltrating me.

Whenever I hear him telling the congregation about the world beyond the sky, and whenever his voice enters my perception in a seductive way, I will listen attentively and remember every word he says in my heart.

I know that Gang Lamedo is his belief.

That is the true God who has come here in the new world, the master of all things, the father, and the future of the super species.

And I am also a member of a super species.

The aliens in human eyes have finally found their kind.

I long to be his helper!

My Lord Priest...

Then I became his support.

He knew that I was inconvenient to speak, so he used the pearls condensed from my tears to make a tool that could communicate, and used it to unleash the power of my "thinking".

In fact, he doesn't need to bother at all.

Whatever his wishes are, I will try my best to realize; whatever goals he wants to achieve, I will do my best to achieve them.

If the process of communication is really helpful, it only adds more descriptions of "thinking". At best, it makes it easier for those pictures to enter my mind more smoothly and then become reality...

He also gave me the same noble status as Him - a priest.

So, I killed for him, opened up territories for him, and did everything I could for him.

I never ask for anything in return, because everything I do is for our common vision and to welcome the arrival of our common fathers!

I firmly believe in all this, without a doubt.

If it weren't for that guy Kuhl, maybe I could always maintain such a firm belief!

It was an incredible accident.

Damn Kool, responded to my muttering.

His ridicule made me feel even more embarrassed...

"Aha? You're a dragon!"

He taunted me in a "language" that only we can understand:

"He actually made a dragon identity card holder a priest! He actually...ah, I see, it could be that your secret hasn't been discovered yet!"

With malicious smugness, he said words that made me regret hearing them:

"If he finds out that you are a dragon, everything you have now will be in vain! Dragons are dangerous aliens. Neither you nor I will gain their true trust."

Dragon?

Am I a dragon?

No……

Of course I know what dragons mean to our fathers. I never thought that I had any relationship with dragons!

But Kuhl, this abominable "evil dragon", easily tore up my dream...

If being able to communicate in dragon language is proof, then I can't argue with it.

The peace of mind that I once had is gone forever, and the days of uneasiness began without warning...

I finally understood that I was still an "other" and I should not expect anything from my compatriots.

But Kuhl never came to expose me.

Later I heard that he was dead. It just so happened that another dragon card holder died.

That man has a weird name - Qianlong, don't use it.

What's more, I have become a secret weapon for hunting hidden dragons.