Chapter 271 The Coming of Heaven (V)

Shi Cunjin's consciousness sank into a sticky, chaotic darkness.

The chaotic darkness was as heavy as a mountain, and quickly collapsed into a feeling of quicksand, pressing down on Shi Cunjin's consciousness from all directions and slowing down his thinking.

Shi Cunjin's perception of time was infinitely extended.

Shi Cunjin was not very surprised by this abnormal mental exploration.

In Gobelier's official character card, there is a clear term: Gao Min.

In human society, high sensitivity means being emotionally sensitive and able to see the big picture from the small details. But in the fantasy Zerg world, high sensitivity means strong mental strength. At the same time, Gobelier has other strange points. For example, once he is injured, he will aggravate the disaster of the Beast Tide. Sometimes he can even use the Beast Tide to achieve his plan.

Shi Cunjin was mentally prepared for Gobelier's strangeness, and at this moment, Gobelier's strange mental state could not scare him.

In fact, Shi Cunjin used Destiny's identity to successfully enter Gobelil's world of consciousness, which has opened a path to success. It is also the only way to save the lives of all the hostages of Fate Force, Far East Business, and Cat's Eye, and successfully destroy Gobelil.

The cards Gobelier brought with him when he made his comeback were terrifying.

A thousand surveillance eyes placed around the Cat's Eye Mission and the Cat's Eye Council, and neural collars that control tens of millions of moth-type armies, these two things alone will allow Gobelil to kill a valuable Cat's Eye hostage as soon as he is threatened, shocking Fate and the Far East.

Shi Cunjin used the identity of Destiny Sariel to meet Gobelil in order to get the moment when Gobelil was distracted, forcibly connect to Gobelil's brain nerves, dig out the thousand identities of surveillance eyes in his memory, find out the core key to control the moth species necklace in his memory, and a series of medical technology backup plans, and then personally strangle his brain activity to completely prevent the joker from making a comeback again.

Shi Cunjin believed that the threats Gobelier was playing at this moment were even more than he had imagined.

But it doesn't matter, his first step of attack was successful.

His nerve tentacles pierced through the weakest layer of the female insect's skull structure, the oral septum, passed through the blood and bones, and deeply entangled Gobelil's brain.

After that, no matter what he encountered in the dark mind of the unfortunate Gobelier, he would keep diving until he dug it out.

Shi Cunjin quickly overcame the obstacle of slow thinking. He synchronized his spiritual consciousness with the heavy darkness and began to mobilize Sheng's miraculous talent.

Slowly, Shi Cunjin heard the gurgling sound of the river flowing quietly.

Shi Cunjin opened his eyes and returned to the long river of consciousness that only the Holy Pavilion could create.

Shi Cunjin stood in the center of the clear water with silver ripples. The flowing water brushed past his sides, gradually washing away the heavy black mud that was stuck to his body.

But at this moment, Shi Cunjin's long river of silver light was reduced to only a short stream. Looking around, outside his river of consciousness, there was still endless dead silence and darkness.

Shi Cunjin seemed to have fallen into the sea in the depths of the night, and the silver river that protected his spiritual peace turned into a lonely boat drifting in the black sea.

Moreover, the sticky darkness slowly eroded the silver river.

"Gobelier's official badge does have a high-sensitivity setting."

Shi Cunjin frowned and thought: "But if Gobelier's spiritual value is strong enough to cover His Holiness, whose biological gene level is higher than his, why would he use medical technology and a thousand eyes as a hand card? Why would he hide in the shadow of the Cat's Eye Council and act like a spider?"

Shi Cunjin observed his surroundings for ten minutes. The darkness around him was just darkness, and the nothingness was still nothingness. The spiritual tentacles he sent out could not find any response. Gobelier's consciousness was not in this darkness.

Shi Cunjin thought for a few seconds, his eyes fell on the thick dark mud layer outside the light river. Gobelier's consciousness was not in this layer, that is, under the black mud.

Shi Cunjin walked out of the long river of silver light that protected him without any hesitation and sank into the heavy and sticky darkness.

Shi Cunjin's thinking speed was slowed down, slowed down, and slowed down... Gradually, Shi Cunjin heard bursts of extremely terrifying death screams coming from the slow and silent mud!

Countless desperate wails were like the sounds of landslides, tsunamis, hurricanes and other disasters, sweeping through Shi Cunjin's consciousness and senses.

Shi Cunjin was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but he had prepared himself mentally, and despite the agony, he managed to hold on.

Shi Cunjin insisted on diving.

After the desperate screams in the darkness, from the even more stagnant black abyss, there came another mournful cry for help.

Countless cries for help were heard: [Aliens are coming! The great tide is coming! Destruction, meteorite fire! New species of aliens! Star mark Southern Cross——, star mark Eastern Sky Bow——, star mark——, star——…]

Shi Cunjin persisted and endured.

Then, at a deeper level, countless curses filled with malicious intent rumbled in Shi Cunjin's ears: [Why don't you come to save us! Why doesn't the Legion come to save us! The aliens! The aliens are coming! The aliens came before the Legion!!]

In the sticky, heavy and hopeless darkness, countless young and tender voices came from all directions, almost shattering Shi Cunjin's determination.

The darkness shouted at Shi Cunjin: Death! Death! Death!

Shi Cunjin tried his best to hold on with his own will. He did not have any miraculous talent that could have been summoned by the saint. If he had used his talent at this moment, the pure and peaceful river of light would have immediately lifted Shi Cunjin up and brought him to the surface, mercifully soothing the sorrow brought about by the negative energy pollution.

If he were to dive into the dark mud again, Shi Cunjin was not sure if he could withstand the 360° surrounding high-pitched booming death heavy metal again.

Shi Cunjin held on in the dive until the last pump of willpower in his heart was exhausted. Suddenly, the desperate scream in the darkness fell silent for a few seconds.

During these few seconds, a low warning voice swirled around Shi Cunjin:

"Don't look up! They're still aiming!"

Shi Cunjin had been a little dazed by being soaked in the polluted black mud. He didn't react for a moment. Whose voice was this and why did it appear in his consciousness again?

The next second, the deathly dark heavy metal began to blast and rock again.

The low warning sounded a second time:

"Don't look up! They're still aiming!"

This long, deep sound separated Shi Cunjin from the darkness and heavy metal, bringing nearly 60 seconds of silence.

Shi Cunjin suddenly remembered who the voice came from.

Retired Wasp Army female, One-Eyed Bill.

After Shi Cunjin came to this world, he was the first insect to sacrifice his life to protect him.

These were the last words Bill said to him.

In these 60 seconds of silence, the divine gift of God echoed softly: That is the only warrior who died in your Valhalla. The warriors who are willing to burn their souls and lives for you, after death, their souls will ascend to your Valhalla, forever happy, forever victorious, and forever powerful. The immortal warriors will protect your soul and God until the end of time.

Guardian... So that's what it is. Shi Cunjin pulled himself together again and again, pressed his heart, and again and again pumped out more willpower, fighting a battle of willpower against the screaming and desperate sounds deep in the black mud.

Shi Cunjin is such a person. As long as the world gives him a chance to breathe, he will insist on turning over and getting up to continue fighting.

Gradually, Shi Cunjin's consciousness dived into the deepest darkness.

Those miserable cries of despair gradually became distant and disappeared.

Shi Cunjin's consciousness encountered a layer of soft mud that was similar to a semi-solid fluid.

Shi Cunjin did not stop, he continued to "dig" until Shi Cunjin's spiritual consciousness suddenly "touched" a hard layer - Shi Cunjin reached the end of the black mud.

The first second his consciousness "touched" the hard layer of black mud, Sheng's miraculous talent suddenly activated on its own, and the tranquil and constant river of light once again enveloped Shi Cunjin, washing away the torment and suffering in Shi Cunjin's consciousness.

Then, the river of light suddenly became bright, and the water began to surge. The water embraced Shi Cunjin and pushed him forward. Shi Cunjin passed through the black mud wall and once again possessed a conscious camouflage body.

He came to an endless... Shi Cunjin looked up and his expression froze.

Beneath the black mud wall, there is an endless, frozen starry night.

In the center of the starry night, there lies a long river of light. The river of light is very similar to the holy river summoned by Shi Cunjin's miraculous talent, but it is also different.

This long river, which is similar to the river of light of His Holiness' spiritual consciousness, is gray and turbid; it is a dead river.

Hundreds of Zergs were floating in the Dead River.

Shi Cunjin is familiar with every face in the river.

The Zerg floating in the turbid river with their eyes closed and sleeping forever: there is Anushka Cash in the white uniform of the First Army, Adjutant Jack in the uniform of the First Army, Evans Eamon in the uniform of the First Army, Valentine von in his engagement attire, Grid Green in his butler's suit, Frankimir Janning in his formal attire, and even three Gobelil Berlings in different styles of divine grey robes.

They had their eyes closed and were filled with death. Several bodies with identical faces had rotted away, but the chests of those rotten bodies still had a terrifying slight rise and fall.

The most important thing is that Shi Cunjin saw three completely unfamiliar but long-admired faces in that turbid river.

In the upper reaches of the Dead River, a strange gentleman with a classic American sweetheart face was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He floated on the turbid light river with a peaceful expression. Next to him floated a younger-looking Valentine. This was the first host recorded in the system file.

Downstream of the Dead River, a stranger with a melancholy French-style face was wearing a pure white medical straitjacket, with his hands bound by straitjackets and a tongue-biting muzzle on his face. He was sleeping not far from the first host, with several moth-type females wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Army floating around him. This was the second host recorded in the system file.

Finally, at the edge of the dead river, there was a female soldier with a standard moth appearance. Her brows were furrowed, and her body was far away from the center of the dead river. There were no insects around her. Just like the notes left behind, the third host was alone from beginning to end.

The results of the collapse and failure of the first three worlds appeared before Shi Cunjin in a way that he had never imagined.

Shi Cunjin remained silent and took the initiative to walk towards the dead river filled with insects.

It was not until he got close to the Dead River that Shi Cunjin discovered that the river was not completely solidified. In the gaps between the bodies of the insects that covered the river surface, there were still thin streams of almost cut-off river water flowing.

Shi Cunjin squatted down beside the Dead River, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the fingers of a Zerg body near the shore.

The commander-in-chief of the First Army, whose skin had transformed into a bluish-white color, closed his eyes and fell asleep. His blond hair, which had always been as bright as molten gold, had rusted into an aged bronze color. His once handsome face was now covered with obvious indigo veins on both sides. His upper lip was slightly curved by his sharp canine teeth that could not be retracted. Although he looked dead, his chest still rose and fell in a creepy manner, which caused his handsome face to be tainted with a strange evil aura.

The only detail of this face that matched Shi Cunjin's memory was the indifference on the facial features, which showed no emotion at all.

This feeling of penetration between death and life is evenly distributed throughout the bodies of the Zerg, which are paved with the dead river.

Shi Cunjin looked towards the source of the Dead River, then looked back at the direction of the river flow, and then looked at the densely packed corpses of insects covering the surface of the Dead River.

Why is there a sea of ​​black mud in Gobelier's spiritual world?

Why is there no memory and consciousness of Gobelier himself on the sea?

Why are there remnants of the three previous collapsed worlds beneath the black mud?

Shi Cunjin now understood everything.

The black sea mud that tortured Shi Cunjin's consciousness was actually the entity of the "HE wish" that the original work wanted to force the two protagonists to get married.

This "HE wish" from the original work once enlightened and shaped a faceless etiquette teacher beside Valentine, and finally turned him into a HE promoter: Gobelil Berlin.

When the original world is transformed, the world's logic is completed and flesh and blood beyond the text grows. This unspeakable and twisted "HE wish" falls into the depths of Gobelil Berling's subconscious.

The muddy black sea that Shi Cunjin saw was Gobelier's gift for making his wishes come true, and it was a twisted happy wish that destroyed three world lines. Those desperate souls howling in the black mud were the souls of billions of insects that died in the three world lines.

The talents of the Zerg born in their blood and spirit have echoes. Anushka's fighting talent will lead him to be invincible at the subconscious level, and Shi Cunjin's talent for the Holy Pavilion will echo softly, bringing down a halo in his subconscious, allowing him to understand his mind or obtain incredible protection.

Gobelier's talent, which comes from the original author's [twisted wish], will surely give him the right guidance, fulfill his wishes, and protect him when he needs it.

So as soon as Shi Cunjin came in, he was trapped in the black mud sea, and when he dived, he was almost tortured to death by the pollution.

Shi Cunjin recalled the strange sighing chuckle that Gobelier uttered after he fell into the pool.

No wonder Gobelier was not afraid even when his nerve tentacles pierced his cerebral pons. Gobelier knew that he had an unusual talent, he was familiar with it, and knew when to use it.

The black mud is only Gobelier's subconscious talent, and of course it does not contain Gobelier's memory. If you want to find Gobelier's true consciousness and memory, you must dive into the black mud sea with extremely heavy spiritual pollution.

Shi Cunjin guessed that Gobelier, who had such an extraordinary talent, knew in the past that as long as he did not actively open his memory, no male insect would be able to influence him with its nerve tentacles.

The muddy black sea that Gobelier's talent turned into was almost endless. No male insect's spirit could withstand the severe mental pollution. He searched for his memories like picking needles from a haystack. When the male insect could no longer bear the mental pollution, he would naturally disconnect his nerve tentacles, withdraw from the nerve connection, and then faint.

And... Shi Cunjin thought of the original Valentine who was overly frightened, so the Cat's Eye Council authorized the Medical City to protectively cleanse the memory of Valentine's dissection by Evans Eamon.

If Shi Cunjin had not been able to resist the mental pollution caused by Gobelier's talent, he would have fallen into a shock coma after his nerve tentacles were severed.

The place where Shi Cunjin was unconscious happened to be a Cat's Eye flagship that was responsible for medical engineering. It had all the drugs and medical equipment needed to treat male insects.

Even though he was a conscious being, Shi Cunjin felt a sense of silence and fear spreading in his chest.

What a coincidence, what a coincidence.

Shi Cunjin thought, is this the level of luck that makes your dreams come true?

Even in the face of an unexpected and targeted attack, Gobelier's board still has a 50% chance of winning.

but.

Shi Cunjin looked towards the Zerg floating in the Dead River, and accurately fixed his eyes on the body of a etiquette master floating upstream in the Dead River.

Why are there corpses of the protagonists and supporting characters from the first three collapsed worlds under the black mud?

The third mystery:

The foundation of Gobelil Berling's formation, his talent, all came from the original author's "twisted happy wish"

This "Wish" that turned into black mud has destroyed three worlds. As the system restarted the world line for the fourth time, the "Wish" became Gobelier's talent for the fourth time. As a living body, Gobelier could not see the three world lines that had completely disappeared.

However, the system residing in Shi Cunjin's consciousness contains three sets of world dead files.

As the fourth host, Shi Cunjin's consciousness encountered the [Twisted HE Wish] that destroyed the world three times. Naturally, it was like reading a file, and he saw the endings of the world that collapsed three times before - countless conceptual corpses piled up in the river of fate.

Since Gobelil had melted into the black mud and was about to consume Fate's normal spirit, Shi Cunjin decided to find another way.

Shi Cunjin stared at the dead river, where a chief of ceremonies, Beilin, who was wearing a full set of ceremonial attire and sleeping with his eyes closed, estimated the distance between the dead river and the shore. Shi Cunjin reached out and pushed the body of the chief of the First Army who was closest to him. Very good, it didn't move at all, the body of the completely dormant Zerg was as hard as a stone anchor.

Shi Cunjin looked at the dormant chief of the First Army, dressed in a splendid outfit, and everything was as sharp as a knife. Shi Cunjin reached out and gently pinched the dormant blond military female's military cap, which was worn seriously and properly, and adjusted it to the crooked style that the blond military female had said she loved the most. Shi Cunjin murmured softly: Just this once. He stood up, stepped over the dormant chief of the First Army, and stepped on the dormant insect body that was as hard as a stone road, approaching the chief of etiquette, Beilin, who was upstream of the Dead River.

After 10 seconds of mind reading, Shi Cunjin successfully used the dormant brain of the etiquette chief Berling as a bridge of thought and entered the real Gobelil Berling's world of consciousness.

Shi Cunjin's eyes opened and closed.

The empty sea of ​​stars and dead river scene transformed into a desolate and dark carnival city.

"Finally." Shi Cunjin stood on the main road of Carnival City, which was covered with fallen rose branches.

Shi Cunjin did not relax. He closed his eyes immediately, and with Gobelier's ruined carnival memory as the core, he mobilized his slightly tired spirit and forcibly searched all of Gobelier's memories of his life.

"Born in 1939, successfully mutated in 1945, genetic value reached the high level, lost his parents in 1946, lost his parents in 1947, lost his parents in 1951..." Shi Cunjin quickly skipped through Gobelier's youth and searched the ten-year deployment of Gobelier's invasion of the West Andromeda medical system from 1990 to 2000, focusing on searching the memories of every month after September 2000.

2 seconds.

Shi Cunjin stripped clean all the eye carriers that Gobelil had planted around the Cat's Eye Council and the high-ranking officials.

Shi Cunjin's mind was distracted.

At this moment, Shi Cunjin saw through Gobelil's memory: His Excellency Roxy.

Roxy leaned back in the medical equipment, half-closed his eyelashes tiredly, and asked the waiter beside him weakly: "Has Destiny... arrived at the main ship? Oh... Klein has already received him... Has he started to introduce the main ship? Good... good."

A cat-eyed doctor is injecting Lord Locke with an injection to keep him conscious on a daily basis - Shi Cunjin's perspective is the same as that of the doctor who is injecting the injection!

At the same time, Shi Cunjin's spiritual consciousness also [saw]: Valentine.

"The 901st point of the debate is..." Valentine suddenly threw his hand on the round table, hitting the pile of documents on the table. Suddenly, the A4 documents on the table were flying like goose feathers and fell all over the floor. Valentine collapsed and shouted: "Why do I have to recite 1600 pages of diplomatic debate rules just to negotiate diplomatic trade with a family in the Eastern Sky Bow Star Region? ! ! ! Why am I not a high-level A-blood military heroine? ! ! I will kill all of you Capital Alliance who can talk about 1600 pages!!!"

Five seconds later.

Valentine bent over with tears in his eyes to pick up his study materials, "Forget it, forget it. The underworld is not about fighting and killing, it's all about human relationships and worldly wisdom."

——Shi Cunjin’s perspective is that of the Guardian Captain, Hamil, whom Valentine had happily introduced.

At the same time, Shi Cunjin [saw]: the scene a few hours ago when Klein Gary took Destiny Sariel on the elevator—the perspective came from the only Guardian captain that Klein Gary brought with him.

Colleague, Shi Cunjin [saw]: a senior gentleman whose name he had only heard of but never seen in person: Josephine von Faro.

He was having a video chat with a tall boy with a childish face.

"The current head of the Jane Ning family is Frank Miller, who is your half-blood brother. You can go to him in person to discuss your family cooperation. Be brave, Christian." Josephine Faro had a calm face and a voice as cold as ice. "Have some opinions of your own, and don't always listen to your female father. That's it for today. If you apply for a meeting next time, the topic of the conversation should still be asking the male father to help discuss cooperation with your half-blood brother. The male father will not see you until your coming-of-age ceremony. Good afternoon, my dear child."

——This time, Shi Cunjin’s perspective was that of a waiter serving tea to Josephine Farlow.

At the same time, Shi Cunjin also saw the nobles of the Capital Alliance that Valentine had mentioned. Steven Micho, with curly hair and amber eyes, was choosing the Prometheus subject he was going to apply for with his friends. He also saw Fisher Green, who was already writing a thesis report, and Red Heart Green, who was sitting at his brother's desk with his head down and looking depressed.

At the same second, Shi Cunjin also [saw] the long-famous Yunduan Cat's Eye Main City through Gobelil's "eyes", [saw] the real Cat's Eye Main City Temple, and [saw] many more things that were completely beyond Shi Cunjin's imagination.

Within the range of what Shi Cunjin could see with his "eyes", there were even the headquarters of the Third Army, the Fourth Army, and the Eighth Army.

The carrier of Gobelier's "eyes" is actually a high-ranking military girl serving in the high-ranking military corps!

In an instant, Shi Cunjin simultaneously read through the memories of the one thousand pairs of "eyes" that Gobelil controlled completely, and successfully identified the identities of the one thousand pairs of "eyes".

Shi Cunjin's mental will was a little dizzy. His mind was first condensed by the screams of the black mud curse that caused the world to collapse three times, and then he persisted in diving in such a tormenting environment, reaching the end of the black mud, and saw the dead river of the first three world collapses. Although the Saint's miraculous talent has been soothing Shi Cunjin's mental fatigue, Shi Cunjin still felt waves of mental fatigue covering his shoulders.

But Shi Cunjin only gasped for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly became clear and sharp, and in the 4th second of forcibly searching Gobelier's memory, he began to deeply dissect the core trump card in Gobelier's hand, the ultimate key to control all moth species' electric shock neck rings!

4 seconds, 4.4, 4.7, 5 seconds.

5th second.

Shi Cunjin's consciousness suddenly heard a familiar heavy metal rock of the Deathly Hallows version exploding in his ears: [——Why don't you come to save us! Why doesn't the Legion come to save us! Alien beasts! Alien beasts are coming! Alien beasts arrived before the Legion!!]

6 seconds. Shi Cunjin immediately pulled away from the concentration of silently reading the memory fragment of the technology key. 6.1 seconds, the virtual scene of Shi Cunjin's consciousness, the dark sky of the desolate Carnival City, had a hole, and countless black muds carrying malicious curses fell like a purulent stream.

Countless black arms stretched out from each mass of black mud, and those arms were connected by ghost hands that kept grabbing at the air. In a moment, 6.3 seconds, the black mud covered the desolate Jianian City like heavy rain.

The deserted city was filled with ghost hands swaying like a swarm of reeds.

Those ghost hands crawled out of the black mud, their dark and skinny finger bones were as powerful as spider legs, they scratched the ground frantically, searching the whole city for some target. The desolate carnival city with ghosts crying was filled with sharp and strange sounds of "crunching" and "crunching" scratching the glass blackboard.

All this happened in less than 8 seconds. It took Gobelil only 1.3 seconds to rain down black mud and ghost hands to bloodbath Carnival City.

Gobelier discovered that I had successfully invaded his spiritual world. Shi Cunjin's pupils shrank. Gobelier reacted quickly, too quickly!

The next moment, Shi Cunjin, without hesitation, projected the identities of the one thousand "eyes" he had looted and the terminal key numbers of the neck ring he had memorized halfway into the shallow layer of his consciousness - the system resided in that layer.

In order to forcibly search Gobelier's memory, Shi Cunjin directly pierced Gobelier's cerebrospinal cord with his nerve tentacles and concentrated all his attention on sinking into the deep sea of ​​each other's nerves. His consciousness sank too deep and he could not withdraw completely for a while, nor could he receive a response from the system. He could only send out part of the information first and let the system deal with the important threats first.

The 8th second when Shi Cunjin's consciousness dived into Gobelier's real memory, he successfully uploaded all the valid information he had scraped.

At 8.1 seconds, Shi Cunjin began to withdraw from his spiritual consciousness and tried to return to the previous level of consciousness: the collapsing dead river of the sea of ​​stars.

"You took a lot of my things, why are you leaving without saying goodbye?" a voice suddenly rang out.

At the last second when Shi Cunjin's consciousness successfully floated back to the upper level, a pair of cold hands reached out from the black wall where Shi Cunjin was standing.

The hands passed through Shi Cunjin's ribs and armpits, coiled around Shi Cunjin's shoulders, and the ten fingers opened and closed, one palm pinched Shi Cunjin's neck and the other palm covered Shi Cunjin's mouth.

"Never mind. You have sharp teeth."

With half of his body hanging in the black wall, with only half of his shoulders, hands and long neck exposed, Gobelil lowered his head and looked into Shi Cunjin's slightly narrowed cold silver eyes.

Gobelier's hollow eyes, which had transformed into pure black eye masks, curved and said in a cold voice: "You are so hard to hire and so hard to find."

"Please do me the favor of making you a nice afternoon tea, my cunning friend."

The next moment, countless turbid polluted black waters poured down like rain, submerging Shi Cunjin.

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"Wake up."

"Sariel, wake up."

"How did you fall asleep in the living room?"

Someone was patting [his] cheeks gently with the palm of his hand.

[He] opened his eyes drowsily, and a thin, childish face appeared before him.

The owner of the face has a pair of black eyes with upturned corners, short and smooth silver hair that reaches the ears, a thin figure, and is wearing a black college uniform with a stand-up collar and double-breasted style.

Before all thoughts were clear, a word jumped into his mouth so naturally.

"Brother..." [He] paused, and another word slipped to his lips, "...Gobelier?"

"Yeah." The silver-haired boy responded, patted his cheek with his palm, and then pinched it, "Are you confused in your sleep?"

"..." His thoughts naturally extended as he became clear-headed, but he didn't remember anything.

“Sariel?” The silver-haired boy frowned and clapped his hands together in front of him, making a soft snapping sound.

"Didn't you sleep well? I told you not to take a nap in the terrace. How can the soft couch accommodate your tossing and turning sleeping posture?"

No. I never move when I sleep, and I can sleep in one position until dawn. Then, with a blank memory, [he] said to himself: My name is Sariel?

The silver-haired boy sat down next to him and gathered the blanket that had slipped down onto his thighs when he stood up.

At this moment, [he] seemed to be truly awake. He could smell the fragrance and moisture of the garden, feel a warmth on his legs, hear the soft and resonant pure music, and see... [he] found himself half-leaning on a couch, with a soft blanket covering his waist. Next to the couch was an exquisitely shaped tea set sofa and afternoon tea table. The table and [his] couch were decorated with gorgeous and exotic fresh cut flowers in an orderly manner.

[He] was in a flowery atmosphere that was soothing and calming, and he saw the glass screens spread out around the terrace.

In the mirror of the screen, [he] saw that he had a pale and weak face, long silver hair that reached past his shoulders, and a pair of gray silver eyes.

I am in... I am... This year I...

The blank memory seems to be re-inked.

I am based at a medical company on the North Pole with the Behring Family Enterprises.

The location is a lakeside villa.

I took a lunch break on the open landscape terrace.

My name is: [My name is Sariel Berlin, I am 15 years old, and I am an identical twin brother of 15-year-old Gobelil Berlin.]

[I am a female with a genetic defect, and my brother is a healthy female with perfect development. We are the offspring of the High Lords Justin Hearn and Cross Bellin.]

[Our father is the High Lord Justin Hearn, who is the engagement lord of the Lord of the Belin family. ]

[Our dam is Cross Belin, a descendant of Belin, who manages one of the Belin family's branch companies and is mainly responsible for the research of blood-activating preparations.]

【The female father is our only female father, and the male father is not our only male father. 】

[The female father died in an accident when we were 7 years old, and the male father died in an accident when we were 8 years old.

My brother and I were not born into a glorious family according to social etiquette, but our Berlin family was not a medical oligarch family that cared so much about etiquette. Although the family looked glamorous on the outside, the inheritance rights were chaotic inside.

There are often blood-related murders within the family, where the xth branch member of the family designs and frames or even kills the nth branch member of the family, just to seize the management rights of the branch company in a star region and the medical and technological achievements.

[The Belins are a cold, cruel, and crazy family. In this family, the only thing to do is to climb up and devour others...people?]

People. [He] was stunned as he was getting familiar with his own memories.

"Sariel, you look very bad today. Do you have a headache?" The silver-haired boy sitting next to him suddenly spoke.

[He] was interrupted.

He turned around and looked at the silver-haired boy, who he now knew as his half-brother.

[He] and the silver-haired boy share the same set of DNA chains on a biological level.

Ink memory continues dyeing:

[…In the Berlin family, only by constantly climbing up and devouring the knowledge, thinking crystals, achievements, and blood and bones of other insects can one live well and live like a normal insect, rather than being a running dog or horse dog that is whipped by the insects.]

[My name is Sariel Belin, a female with a genetic defect. I have always lived under the protection of my father and brother, woven with blood.]

[After the death of her father.

My brother and I are the only people in the world who can trust each other. We share the same genetic genes and are the most unlikely people in the world to betray each other.

I cannot betray my brother, I cannot betray this half of my body that has always protected me. I must trust…trust Gobelil Berling as I trust myself, recognize…recognize…recognize…?】 He was stunned, and when he tried to think, his nerves seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds, causing unbearable pain in his brain.

[He] had no choice but to divert his attention and explain to the silver-haired boy: "The soft couch made me sleep uncomfortably. I didn't get enough rest and felt a little groggy."

Then, another layer of ink covered [his] cognition.

[He] naturally asked the silver-haired boy: "Isn't the family school closed at this time?"

As if he had experienced similar emotions ten thousand times before, he raised his face, a look of genuine concern between his brows, and looked so seriously and intently at his twin brother who was much taller than him.

[He] bent his legs, leaned forward, moved closer to his brother's college uniform, and moved his nose. "Blood smell." [He] said uncomfortably: "Are there high-level bloods from the master's family coming here to study? They want to train you to be a gunner and a hunting dog again?"

The silver-haired boy looked at [him] for a few seconds and smiled, "That's because I ate blood food for lunch."

Then, the silver-haired boy reached out and grabbed the tip of his feet that had been sticking out of the quilt while he was adjusting his posture, and stuffed them back into the blanket.

"The master has indeed come to study blood from his direct lineage. But I can kill a bunch of them..." The silver-haired boy choked on a word and sneered: "Sariel, you don't have to worry about me being tamed by the master's blood."

"That young master who has the blood of the patriarch and our father is just a... tsk."

The silver-haired boy changed the subject and said, "I won't waste my vacation on such an idiot. I came back because I have good news for you. Come on, Sariel, raise your hands."

The silver-haired boy was still smiling, but a sharp finger knife suddenly grew out of his right index finger. He slashed towards the palm of his left hand, leaving a deep scarlet wound where you could see the white bone.

"What...what are you doing?" [He] was startled and hurriedly reached out to grab his brother's wrist.

But [he] was just a medium-level sub-female whose genetic value did not reach 50%. He could not grasp the movements of his high-blooded brother at all. He could only pull his brother's wrist and be shaken by it.

[He] held the silver-haired boy’s hand tightly.

The 15-year-old female's hands were well-nourished. Her fingers, which had not yet fully developed and turned into bones, were like a few plump and long petals of curling silk flowers. She tightly grasped the boy's wrist. Her tightly clenched fingers were sweating with fear. Her thin fingers grasped the cold wrist of the silver-haired boy, and they felt hot, scalding, and wet.

Hot and scalding and wet, like the first time Gobelier dug out the blood cavity that supported the insect's existence in this world.

The boiling emotion of worry and concern was so vivid, so terrifying, and so clearly embodied by [him] and successfully conveyed to those cold hands.

The silver-haired boy's wanton and disrespectful expression froze in an instant.

He frowned, his brain ached with a dull tingling pain, and another layer of ink covered his memory.

[He] was a little dazed, and didn’t say that he had a headache for a while. Instead, he grabbed the boy’s hand and shook it, and ordered, “Heal quickly. You just got the qualification for pre-graduate training in neurology last month, and you must be crazy to cut a hole in your palm full of delicate nerves. Don’t you want to use a scalpel?”

"Sariel." The silver-haired boy called out softly.

No. Why would I be called that? It sounds so… chuunibyou.

Secondary school?

[He] thought so, but still didn't say it out loud. He just frowned and hummed, then said to the silver-haired boy, "Heal."

"Gobelier, heal your wounds."

The boy also imitated the female's tone and hummed, "No."

“…”

"I haven't told you my good news yet." The silver-haired boy said, "You get angry so easily. You have such a stubborn temper."

[He] narrowed his eyes, "You are the one who deliberately provokes me. What a bad character you have."

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