Chapter 90:

The area that has become ruins is very quiet, only the wind howling sizzling above the ruins. The landing ships stopped not far away, and a huge spherical hurricane hovered quietly above the earth like a solid object, and the shadow shrouded the cracked earth.
Several tall men in black imperial uniforms stood silently under the huge ball-shaped hurricane, standing straight. They waited in place, their faces looked calm, but they exchanged uneasy eyes occasionally when they looked at each other, but this uneasiness was hidden deep in their eyes.
No matter what they thought, they seemed to be calmly standing still, looking up at the huge sphere gathered by the debris from the hurricane.
Suddenly, the huge sphere shook. The shaky traces were so faint that the soldiers thought they were visual fatigue and illusion caused by watching for a long time.
But the next second, they knew it was not an illusion, because the sphere trembled fiercely before their eyes.
The wrapped hurricane whistled more quickly, but it was not as circled as regular and rhythmic as it was at the beginning, but seemed to be fragmented and out of control as if out of control. As soon as the melody of the wind whistling was interrupted, it broke apart completely, different wind bundles entangled with each other, bound each other, and tore each other.
The wind weakened, and the sandstorm-like shell formed by the hurricane also shattered, and numerous pieces of broken glass and sharp gravel fell from the spherical shell. The falling gravel was growing more and more, and the castle made of sand collapsed when the ground shook, and shattered again into countless fine sands, and fell to the ground stunned.
The whole huge sphere was torn, and the crushed stone spiked overwhelmed--
The subordinates who had been waiting outside showed a tense look at the moment when the sphere broke, they glanced at each other and were ready to rush in directly to save people-but they just rushed forward two steps and stopped suddenly Living.
The whole person was stunned, and they looked forward with erratic eyes.
In front of it, among the collapsing spheres, among the crushed stones that fell like raindrops, a familiar long figure appeared.
The black-haired major came from the gravel dropped by the cricket.
His face calmly emerged from the countless falling gravels, smoothing his steps, as if only coming from a storm.
He was holding a thin boy in both hands, and the boy seemed to be sleeping, leaning his head on his chest.
The raging wind raged his dark and frantic flutter, and Major General Troll hugged Mute in this way, stepping out of the broken gravel and under the broken sphere calmly.
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The landing ship took off and left the rubble land.
Above the ruins, the endlessly raging wind has stopped.
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[I can eliminate the walls of his superficial consciousness, but he has fallen into a deep subconscious. 】
[This child's mental strength is the strongest I have ever seen. Unless he volunteers, no one can awaken him from the subconscious. 】
[... if you can wake him up ...]
Like a blue-and-black giant whale, Ishtar still hovered quietly over the tense atmosphere of the city, giving its people a huge sense of oppression with its huge body.
It is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the King City, and the blade can tear the city below it at any time.
On the Ishtar ship, in the huge room on the top floor belonging to its owner, Mute lay quietly on the white bed. His body sank on the soft bed, the snow-white bed was wrapped in his slender hands and feet, and the black soft hair was scattered on the bed, in sharp contrast to the snow-white bed.
The thick eyelashes cast a light shadow on his pale cheek. He was still asleep, breathing smoothly, as if he did not want to wake up in a dream.
Troll stroked the blue-black metal ring on Mute's wrist. He glanced at the sleeping teenager, then closed his eyes. The metal ring on his wrist was illuminated, and countless light filaments from the metal Extending out of the ring, slowly wrapped around Mute's wrist, and then wrapped it around Mute's arm ...
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[It's a long-lived, once-lost memory ...]
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"It's been hurt so much. What else do you bring back?"
"Uh, I think he's still alive, so I brought him back."
"Not far from death, a waste of resources."
"Oh!"
...
Langzhong seemed to hear the conversation from the people around him. On the white medical table, the whole body of the teenager in the glass cabinet was soaked in the repair fluid. He opened his eyes slightly, feather-like eyelashes floating in the solution, and dark hair floating in the liquid.
It was an exquisitely beautiful face carved out of the purest snow and ice. Even at a young age, it was as beautiful as a flawless work of art.
However, the body of the teenager who was immersed in the repair fluid was incomplete. The left shoulder and the left arm disappeared completely, and the wound on the left shoulder covered with silver-white liquid was uneven and looked like a huge The beast's teeth snapped and tore off the entire left arm.
Through the transparent solution, but clearly saw the countless scars on his naked body, one by one, all over the body, some deep and white bones, some scars turned white, and some were obviously rotten Mark of.
Some were torn by the claws of a beast, some flesh was corroded by the mucus of a carnivorous plant ... it looked shocking.
The boy opened his eyes slightly, except that the dark blue pupils had gradually begun to dissipate, and the slender, black eyelashes slowly dropped ...
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It was a darkness that could not see anything, and he felt himself falling down in the trance, falling endlessly.
What's below, he doesn't know.
But he felt vaguely that if he fell like this, everything would disappear into this darkness.
He will be swallowed by darkness.
The endless darkness underneath is death.
He didn't want to die. Even if he didn't know why he was alive, he still didn't want to die like that.
However, he had no 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 came out of the darkness, holding his hand.
Someone grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the abyss.
He couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, but he could feel the hand holding his wrist, and a warm touch he had never felt penetrated into his wrist.
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When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw an endless starry sky.
He knelt down on the ground and looked at his hands subconsciously. The left arm torn by the beast was still in good condition. He knelt down on the ground naked, and looked down to see that his skin 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 looked up sharply. The dark blue pupil narrowed a bit, and he saw a teenager about the same size as him but taller than him standing in front of him.
The boy had short black hair just like him, but his pupils were different from him. The paint was black, with stars flashing inside, like the endless starry sky at this moment.
The boy had a soft face and a bit of childishness, and now tilted his head and smiled at him, even the smile on the corner of his lips gave a soft feeling.
He knelt on his back and looked up, and fixedly looked at the soft smile for a long time.
Then he stood up.
"You broke into my consciousness?"
He looked at the teenager in front of him and said, expressionless.
"Uh, this ..."
Maybe I also know that it is not good to break into other people's consciousness. The dark-haired boy paused.
Then the boy whispered.
"I feel your consciousness is about to disappear ... this is ..."
He probably understood.
He was on the verge of dying, so his consciousness was about to disintegrate, and this young man with strong mental power felt that his spirit was about to dissipate, and entered his consciousness, protecting his spirit that was about to disintegrate.
It can be said that this boy pulled him back from the verge of dying.
"who are you?"
He asked that he had never seen this person, and that the clothes on the boy were like never before.
"That kind of thing doesn't matter, can you put on your clothes first?"
The dark-haired boy pointed at his naked body.
Because it is in consciousness, it is naturally naked as a spiritual body. He looked down at his naked body, a little confused. Then he looked up at the teenager.
"Clothing is not a necessity," he said.
"Don't be kidding. People have to be ashamed and they have to dress me."
The teenager pointed at him, and a suit wrapped around his body was still a strange style he had never seen before.
"Remember to me, you are a human being, you must have a personal look."
"people?"
He didn't care if the man forced himself to wear strange style clothes, he just looked at the boy and repeated the word with a little confusion.
"you said I?"
"... You don't even know what you are. Are you a human or a monster?"
The teenager who was stunned by his answer seemed a little speechless.
He didn't answer, the fine eyelashes dangled slightly, and a light shadow fell on his delicate and beautiful face.
No one said what he was. He knew his number, and those who numbered him never said that he was a human, they all called him, a guinea pig.
Is he also human?
He thought so, a little confused appeared in his heart. Then he looked up again at the boy. The boy looked about the same age as him, but he was a little taller than him, and he looked up at his face.
The teenager also looked down at him, and he saw the bright, dark pupils reflecting his shadow, and then suddenly curved into the arc of a crescent.
"It looks so good," said the boy, looking at him with a smile and a curvaceous look. "Your eyes are so good, just like my hometown."
"........."
"My home is on a beautiful blue planet, just like the color of your eyes."
"... Do you miss home?"
"Yes, I miss it, I miss it."
"Why not go back?"
He saw the young man's breathing pause, his curly smiling eyes slowly unfolding, his look a little bit stunned, and lonely.
"... Can't go back."
He heard the man say lonely.
"I can't go anywhere ... I don't know where I am and why I'm here ... I don't know how to go back ..."
Inexplicably, he felt his heart, which should not be a solid body, tighten. He didn't know why, he just knew that he didn't like to see the lonely look on that face.
What he wanted to say, but before he had time to speak, the young man's figure suddenly disappeared before his eyes.
Wait--!
I don't know why, just subconsciously, he reached out to catch the person who was about to disappear in front of him.
But his hand penetrated the scattered shadow and grabbed the air.
He opened his eyes sharply, and saw that he reached forward in the solution and hit his hand against the glass wall.
He didn't know that he had been in the repair fluid for a few days, it was probably a long time, because all the injuries on his body and even the torn arm had been repaired.
With a crack, the glass cover was opened, and the lean and very strong body came out of the solution, and the skin became more and more white in the dark, and the liquid slid down the textured muscle lines, sliding over the tight and Strong abdominal muscles flowed down the slender thighs.
The dark hair was wet and affixed to the teenager's delicate and beautiful face, and the liquid continued to flow down the white cheeks along the ends of the hair.
He stood wet on the ground 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 lifted his feet to find the past.
[You are human and you must be ashamed. 】
The slender, well-proportioned, naked long legs about to step open paused, and he tore off a researcher's white robes from his side and put it directly on his body before continuing.
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The night was dark, no moonlight, no starlight.
In the darkness, he obeyed his feelings, and looked for the trace of consciousness that dragged his own.
He didn't know how long he had been gone and how long he had searched.
When the door where he had cracked the password slowly opened, his dark blue pupil, who had never been emotional, moved slightly.
In the huge glass cabinet, the hazy white mist entangled the teenagers.
The chill of the bone seemed to leak out from the inside, and the skin of the sleeping teenager in the cold mist was almost pale, and only a little powder remained on the lips.
The dark hair fell in front of the young man's eyes, and the hair tips seemed to be solidified, not even a little hair.
Then it seems that only the time of the whole body of the juvenile is frozen, and the juvenile is imprisoned in the closed time.
When he saw the soft and childlike face, he felt that his heart seemed to be beating like a heart that never existed.
He reached out his hand and pressed it against the transparent glass wall, which could almost infiltrate the frozen blood of his blood into his fingers.
He looked up and looked at the face of the boy who seemed to be frozen in the white mist, and there was a curved smile on his face.
"You helped me." He stared at the man in the mist and said, "I won't owe you."
"I want you to wake up," he said, "I will take you home."
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"Why did the subject go there ?!"
"Who knows what happened!"
"This is absolutely confidential! The members of the Uriel family are so angry that they have taken 'that' away!"
"In short, delete all the subject's memories of this event!"
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On the hot ground, the gray rocks were astonishingly hot, and the fiery sun exposed the ground, as if to evaporate all the blood in his body. His throat was thirsty like it was cracking piece by piece, and his hungry stomach was wriggling with a sharp pain.
He knelt on the ground, staring at the man who had just been killed with his terrible gaze. The man had exactly the same face as him, and was lying on the hot rock at this time, and the lacerated wound on his neck was seeping red blood.
The blood-red liquid flowed down to the rocks in his almost beastly gaze.
... The water in his body was almost completely dried, he was so thirsty that he couldn't breathe, and the bright red liquid was right in front of him, just out of his reach.
Also, food, food that can satisfy hunger.
In the treacherous forest, he more than once saw the beasts and monsters eating the bodies of dead companions.
No matter what it is, to die is just food.
He thought in his nagging, his chapped throat forced his consciousness to begin to hesitate ... He slowly leaned down toward the fresh blood ...
【you are human. 】
The sound that didn't know where to come from suddenly sounded in his mind, his squinting eyes trembled, and he bit his mouth firmly on his wrist!
He bit so hard that he bit his skin and bleed. He bit his wrist hard and swallowed the bleeding blood.
He didn't know why he did it, but deep down in his body, there seemed to be an indescribable feeling telling him.
【you are human. 】
So no.
No.
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He knelt on the ground, panting violently, and it took a long time before he stood up swaying, dragging his frail body to his feet and continuing to walk.
He never looked back at the corpse behind him.
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Not when there is no despair, not when there is no way out.
When he fell to the ground again and again, when he was crushed to death on the ground and choked his throat, when he fell to the ground as if he had seen death, when he was about to die, he had the same face When the people ...
It will be easy if you give up.
If you don't stand up, you don't have to suffer anymore.
His already overwhelmed body was telling him like this.
Nope.
But what is telling him like this.
He has to stand up, he has to live.
So, time and time again, he struggled to get up from the ground.
So, time and time again, he killed everyone who wanted 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 it.
【I'll walk you home. 】
I promised you, I want to do it.
I will live and find you.
send you home.
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In the darkened room, only a little bit of starlight was flowing, illuminating the dimly lit room.
The dark hair was scattered around the corners of his eyes, and the major general's opened pupils looked like dark blue gems in the dark, and the stars of the sky seemed to fall into them.
His eyes reflected the face of the sleeping teenager, as if he wanted to melt this person into his eyes.
"Remember?"
He whispered, asking the sleeping boy.
He sat by the bed, looking at Mute, who was caught in the soft quilt, and leaned slightly.
The strong mental shock awakened the memories of the past ... It turned out that he had already met the people below him, many years ago.
At that time, the young man stood in front of the cold glass cabinet and stared at the man shrouded in white mist.
At that time, he stood there and looked at the person inside, and he wanted the 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 worst days ...
Fine black hair dangled from the admiral's white cheek. He lowered his head and looked at the boy under him. He saw a little water mark exuding from the eyelashes of Mute's eyes.
He leaned down, lowered his head, and his lips gently kissed the tears in the corner of the teenager's eyes.
"Got you."
He said that his hand was touching Mute's head, and he stared at Mute's gaze at this moment as if it could melt everything.
The gentle eyelashes moved slightly, as if the feathers were shaking.
The sleepy boy opened his eyes, exuding a black glow from his eyelashes, and his pupils reflected in the face of Major General Troll, who was leaning over and staring at him. A shallow layer of water mist gradually emerged, covering it. In the hazy water vapor.
Then, those eyes bent slowly and gently.
"... I seem to have seen your eyes somewhere."
Mute said with tears in her eyes and with a smile on her eyes.