Chapter 103 Chapter 103 The Truth (End)

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Xiao Mo was pressed on a strange chair with many colors. He was not released until a whole day and night had passed.

Talent SS level.

Nest Mother

Some people whispered in disbelief and even fear.

"SS-level, is this true? It's broken..."

"There are only three in the world. Is he the fourth?"

"The initial stage is to attract those with evil desires... No wonder the government didn't discover it. His ability is so silent..."

"In his home country, he would definitely be treated as a special person, a person of the highest ability."

Someone leaned closer, reached out to touch Xiao Mo's head, and said with a look of pity, "Why did you want to go abroad, kid? You could have made it big in one go."

"Not necessarily. Maybe he was dismembered by the potential criminals around him who were influenced by him."

Xiao Mo handcuffed his hands to the water pipe, leaning against the wall with his head down, his half-conscious eyes fixed on the needle hole on his arm.

Although he was in the basement, he inexplicably heard the sound of rain hitting the ground, so fine and dense that his body felt like it was covered with a layer of hot, sticky moss with a fishy smell.

He seemed unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Several people did not avoid him and discussed in the corner.

"This is SS-grade!" someone said impatiently. "Someone must have bought it. If they sell it, they'll get rich!"

"Offend him, and then let someone else train him?" someone immediately retorted, "When he grows up, he'll unleash SS-level retaliation. No one here can stand it."

"There are always ways to brainwash people in large organizations."

"High-level ability users develop differently. I heard that they begin to mutate at the soul level. How can we interfere with that?"

"Then what do you think we should do?" the man said unwillingly, "Kill him? That's such a waste. I don't agree!"

The other man sneered and pointed at the door. "Have you ever seen someone with special abilities? Even a B-level one can break out in your bloody sores and turn you into a bloody mess in 10 seconds. Do you dare let him walk out of this door alive?"

The man stopped talking.

"Alright, stop arguing," the man in the suit said coldly, pressing his cigarette into the ashtray. "There's no reason not to make money when it's delivered to your door. I know people who can sell the flesh and blood and organs of S-level talents on the black market for exorbitant prices, let alone double S-level talents—"

"And, once and for all."

“…” No one spoke for a moment.

"What a pity." Someone said hesitantly.

The man in the suit grinned, exuding a hint of the smell of a desperado.

He didn't say anything else, took off his coat, and put it on Xiao Mo, who was leaning against the wall with his head down.

“…”

Xiao Mo tilted his head and curled up.

The coat slid down his body and fell to the ground, making a very small sound.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing when he was kidnapped. They were loose and tattered, unable to cover a pair of slender, purple legs that were tied together.

The man in the suit just looked down at him, picked up his coat, patted it, and covered him with it again.

"It's at least warmer." He used his fingers to comb Xiao Mo's messy hair forcefully, and lowered his voice into his ear, "Don't hate me. This is your life."

"Your smooth life is destined to end at the age of 18."

Xiao Mo was held up with his neck raised and his face tilted upwards. His hair was disheveled and he looked a little unconscious.

He half-opened his pupils, which were already stained with a few streaks of smoky gray, and looked at the strange-shaped ceiling through the gaps between the people.

…

For some reason, Xiao Mo suddenly remembered his childhood when his family sent him to the south to live with his grandparents.

I have no playmates, I am all alone, playing by myself.

During his time alone, he invented an imaginary good friend. Together they traveled through mountains and clouds, drifted in shallow rivers, played colorful marbles, and played incredible games like in fairy tales. When they were tired, they lay down on the slope halfway up the mountain to rest.

In the dream, the clouds in the sky turned into a child and fell into his arms. The child was pure white and soft, and giggled while hugging him.

But occasionally, the clouds in my arms turn gray.

Like smoke smudged in a paint palette, ink-stained gray.

Mo Shiyu always remembered this color when he was a child.

Gray is an ominous color.

The clouds that turned gray were no longer just clouds, but torrential rain that beat down on us.

It was the thunder that drove him home.

****

Xiao Mo never returned to the room that was as small as an anthill.

Mo Shiyu didn't want to watch any further, but the memory was still cruelly and clearly displayed before his eyes.

He shared his vision of this world, unable even to look away.

Blood flowed down the operating table, and the bright red and soft objects were carefully collected.

Xiao Mo tilted his head to one side, and through the blurry window, his gradually dilating pupils reflected the distant skyline and the dark gray clouds that seemed to overwhelm the entire city.

it's beautiful.

The bright red blood beneath his body reflected in his pupils, like flowers blooming in the snow.

This also flows from his body.

****

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the familiar darkness.

The huge eyeball seemed to have shrunk a little, and was half-closed lifelessly, with intricate blood vessels protruding from the white of the eye.

"This is the original truth." said the child's voice.

"Then I interfered with reality and changed your destination to Neon. You already know everything that happened after that. Only in this world do I have the ability to make everything happen again."

He adjusted the time again and again, and added more weights again and again, until he found a chance for survival.

"..." Mo Shiyu's eyelashes trembled violently, and he stared at him almost intently.

"After your mature form dies, you will transform into a nest that invades reality. The outer space—that's not a power I can grant you." The child's voice grew low, mingled with sadness. "You are the 'Nest Mother'."

Nest mother.

……Mother.

"That's why they keep asking me my age," Mo Shiyu said hoarsely, raising his arms to cover his eyes.

"Because in my world, 18 years old..."

It is the age of awakening.

He did not survive the month after his awakening.

"..." Mo Shiyu lowered his head and wiped his face vigorously, saying in a low voice, "...Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?"

The eyes stared at him.

For a moment, Mo Shiyu vaguely remembered the child in his childhood dream, but he was too far away, just like a vague silhouette in his memory.

"Time Fish."

He said in a low voice.

"You may not know this, but I've been watching you."

He said, “When you first came, I was very worried. I was afraid that you wouldn’t be able to adapt to life in a foreign country, but that’s not the case.”

"I watched you find a part-time job, apply to a language school, learn Japanese, choose your target university, and spruce up your life bit by bit."

"Later, life changed dramatically, but even when faced with the most despicable ugliness and the most vicious and vulgar language in the world, your perspective did not become narrow."

"You don't resent the world, and you don't feel unbalanced when you see happy people. You are still full of empathy, willing to lend a hand to those living in the sunshine, and you always try to live freely in the bittersweet life."

"What an incredible person." The child's voice said this softly, and the voice gradually took on an unignorable sadness.

"Why didn't such a person resist in the original world?"

"..." Mo Shiyu's eyes widened slightly. He stared at the eyeball and did not speak for a long time.

The child's voice said, "Mingming, you should have some strength left."

Little Mo, whose arms were covered with needle holes, finally died silently in a dark basement in a foreign country.

It was obvious that he was much closer to home than Mo Shiyu, and his family and friends were anxiously looking for him outside. Maybe if he tried one more time, one more effort, he might be able to escape.

But he never resisted again.

His bloodshot eyeballs drooped, leaking a few streams of bitter, transparent liquid.

“People living in extreme environments need a little hope to survive.”

"Haha..." Mo Shiyu suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a big joke. He laughed so hard that he bent over and almost choked on tears.

He said, “I see.”

After coming to this world, no matter how much suffering Mo Shiyu endured, what he felt most was not despair, but unwillingness and resentment.

Why is it him?

This question has been lingering in his heart, and he has not received an answer. He is unwilling to close his eyes and die in the darkness of ignorance. It is this obsession that has tempered him to where he is today.

But for Xiao Mo, insisting on it was meaningless. He already knew the answer, and reality told him in the cruelest way.

A smooth life ends at the age of 18.

No matter what dreams he has or what efforts he has made, his life will be fixed in a pendulum from now on, swinging in pain, and the people he loves will be dragged down by him and unable to live in peace.

Perhaps in a calmer environment, he would have more rationality to think about his future and where to go, but the environment Xiao Mo was in was violent and extreme, and he was only 18 years old.

That's the difference.

The book dangled an apple before Mo Shiyu's eyes. No matter how painful or severe the beating, he would still stumble forward just looking at the apple.

Even though this was a fake apple made of plastic, at least it supported Mo Shiyu and helped him get through the most difficult times.

Now at the age of 20, he is rational enough to face the cruel truth and take control of his own destiny.

…

"Shiyu, I didn't mean to lie to you." The child's voice was trembling with the sound of electricity. Revealing the truth seemed to be a painful thing for "Shu" as well.

"After you came to my world, the only interference I made was to speed up your evolution and help you escape from the larval stage where you attracted evil desires but had no ability to resist." said the "Book".

"This includes the 'victim' character card I made, as well as the insects. The cocoons they create are the nest blood that accelerates the evolution of the nest mother."

In the original world, the 18-year-old Mo Shiyu's abilities were not very strong at first. Although he did attract some people, most people only showed a certain degree of favor, which manifested as daily chats or secret gazes.

Even after his talent was discovered, those gang members still had the rationality to weigh the pros and cons and chose to kill him to maximize their benefits, rather than being completely fascinated by him and obsessed with him.

But in this world, under the influence of the book, his hair quickly turned completely ash gray.

Even the most cold-blooded murderer wouldn't be willing to kill him outright. The twisted pity and sadistic desire that is the Evil Desire's love for the Nest Mother.

Even though his eyeballs were shrinking more and more, the child's voice still tried to comfort him, "Shiyu, don't worry, you will evolve soon. Once you evolve, you will be able to protect yourself!"

Mo Shiyu felt a little numb. He felt neither happy nor sad.

The god he had always hated was saving him, and the world he wanted to return to buried his divided body.

He stared at the terrifying eyeball for a long time, then slowly walked closer and looked up at Him.

"After evolving, can I help purify the world's pollution?"

He rolled his eyes up and down vigorously and said, "Okay."

"The SS-class ability user, the Nest Mother, is the natural enemy of pollution and the originator of pollution. She controls nightmares and toys with desires."

The child's voice said, "When we were young, you and I made a pact. You helped me purify the pollution, and I helped you through your fragile larval stage. You were destined to become a nest mother. We have the closest symbiotic relationship. Now that you have come to my world, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

When I was young, the clouds that fell into my arms in my dreams became my imaginary friends.

When he died in the dream, I heard intermittent crying in my ears.

Mo Shiyu took a deep, trembling breath.

Fate was so cruel to him, but it still left a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, only by coming to this world can I find a way to survive.

He raised his head.

This time, he didn't flinch or look away.

"Book, can you please renew your agreement with me?" he said. "If my abilities are useful for the pollution, I will stay in your world until the pollution is completely cleared."

"When the time comes, can you send me back to my original world?"

Shu was stunned for a moment.

"Return to the original world?" He repeated. "Are you sure? Shiyu, that world's people with special abilities are all kinds of strange and dangerous. It's definitely not safer than here."

"I understand, and I like this world very much, but, sorry..." Mo Shiyu said calmly, "My home is there."

Shu was silent for a long time, "Home?"

"Is this the hope that sustains you?"

Mo Shiyu curved his red eyes and said in a hoarse and soft voice, "That's right, but it's more than that."

"There are many things that support my hope, including my home, my friends, and you who are always with me."

The terrifying eyeball slowly opened wider.

Mo Shiyu moved closer and held the eye loosely.

"Thank you for letting me see myself after I turned 18."

…

An illusory door appeared before my eyes.

Before Mo Shiyu stepped in, he looked back at the boundless darkness.

The childish voice of "Book" echoed in my ears.

"Shiyu, after you return to the outside world, I will no longer be able to communicate with you this way. But I promise you that the day the pollution is completely cleared, flights to China will be open to you again. As long as you want to go home, I will send you back to your original world in the same way."

Mo Shiyu couldn't help but think, why is this the method again? Could it be that the legendary "Book" only knows this method?

There is a kind of tragic feeling that a programmer has finally written a piece of code that can be run, but dare not change the parameters at all, and has to work according to this in the future.

"Is this the reason why I have never been able to set foot on Chinese soil?" Mo Shiyu asked.

The child's voice was silent for a moment, then said sheepishly, "I'm contaminated and mentally disturbed. If you were on a plane when I went crazy, and I sent you back, you would face death."

Mo Shiyu: “…”

"Goodbye, Shiyu. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the future." The child's voice said gently.

"One last question," Mo Shiyu said softly, "Does the space outside still have self-awareness?"

The book was silent for a moment, then said, "I tend to think not. Perhaps there are some remaining obsessions and instincts."

"The concentration of pollution inside the nest is not low. Even a mutant would go insane after only ten minutes of sanity. However, it neither expands to erode the real world nor devours humans. It simply huddles here, gradually filling the endless room with past memories."

But the room is infinite and can never be filled.

Mo Shiyu slowly lowered his eyelids.

"No matter what happens in the future," the Book whispered, "I will always be here with him."

Otherwise, it would be too lonely if I were alone.

The light and shadow in front of my eyes were distorted for a while, and then became clear again.