Chapter 118: Extra 6
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The little Messiah blinked and cast an expectant look at the trembling young man.
How about it, how about it, let me help you~
The young man looked into the glowing eyes of the little Messiah Pikapika and suddenly choked up.
White Tyrant...?
Could the White Tyrant be so cute?
The young man looked at the little Messiah in a daze. The white-haired boy had a well-behaved short bob haircut, and wore a white shirt and shorts. There was still baby fat on his soft and tender face, and he looked soft all over.
The little Messiah smiled at the young man, and almost held his cheeks to turn himself into a sunflower.
The young man's mind was filled with the cold and noble appearance of the White Tyrant, and the soft and cute face of the Little Messiah. Even though the two people's faces were exactly the same, he had no way of connecting them.
He tried to put the little Messiah's expression on the white tyrant's face, but couldn't help shuddering and completely gave up connecting the two people.
How could that White Tyrant be so cute? Even if they look the same and have the same name, it must just be a blood relationship or a coincidence...
At this moment, the young man in a trance suddenly felt a murderous intent coming towards him. He couldn't help but shiver and woke up instantly.
The little Messiah frowned in surprise, stopped acting cute, and looked behind him suspiciously.
It felt like someone was watching them just now. Could it be Bruce and the others from this world catching up?
But the street behind him was empty, and Little Messiah didn't see a single bat hair. It seemed that the sight was just an illusion.
Is it because he was secretly observed by the giant Damian in this world for a whole day, which made him a little suspicious?
The little Messiah turned his head, then suddenly looked back again, confirming that there was still no bird feather on the street, and then he turned back with peace of mind.
"How's it going? Do you need my help?"
The little Messiah's fox tail swayed behind him, and he kindly reminded her, "If you don't go to the hospital, this lady will lose too much blood~"
The young man quickly looked at the middle-aged woman beside him, and realized that she had not spoken a word not because she was afraid of the "Messiah", but because she was already unconscious.
“!”
The young man looked at his mother's pale face and subconsciously looked at the little Messiah for help.
The little Messiah put away the smile on his face and his expression became serious.
He looked calmly at the young man who asked him for help and stretched out his right hand with the ring on it.
The young man subconsciously tried to hold the hand extended by the little Messiah, but was gently avoided.
The little Messiah whispered, "As you wish."
At the moment when the golden and red sparks flashed, the young man suddenly realized something.
It turned out that when he was helpless, he still subconsciously wanted to seek help from the White Tyrant, and believed that the White Tyrant would definitely help him.
Even though more than a decade had passed and the White Tyrant's rule had long since ended, he still couldn't forget his time in the Garden of Eden and...
A dictatorship, but one that will always help them... the white tyrant, their former Messiah.
The serious profile of the little Messiah gradually blurred in the young man's eyes, and the tender little face gradually overlapped with the pure and flawless "Messiah".
The "Messiah" who helps them all over the world, the "Messiah" who swears to protect them all after becoming the ruler, and the "Messiah" who voluntarily gives up his rule.
The young man suddenly collapsed.
The little Messiah looked at the familiar hospital emergency room in front of him and nodded with satisfaction. Very good, the hospitals in the two worlds were indeed the same, and he did not go to the wrong place.
"Okay, we're at the hospital, you..."
As the little Messiah spoke, he turned around, wanting to tell the young man that he had teleported the aunt directly to the bed in the emergency room, but he saw the young man's tearful face.
Crying, crying?
Little Messiah was stunned. Why did this big brother suddenly cry, and cry so miserably?
Did he think I teleported his mother to the wrong place?
The little Messiah didn't understand why the young man was crying, but he still tried to comfort him. After all, this was the first person he officially rescued.
"Auntie didn't lose her. I just rushed her straight to the emergency room." Little Messiah looked at the young man's face, which was covered in tears and snot, and tried not to show disgust. "She's definitely fine. Trust the doctors in Gotham. They're great at saving lives."
Especially in terms of trauma.
The little Messiah added in his heart that the doctors in Gotham were really good at treating trauma. They treated everyone from gangsters injured in gunfights to innocent citizens affected by the incident, from ordinary people injured by super-rebels who escaped from prison to super-rebels and thugs who were beaten by vigilantes and admitted to the hospital. They had sufficient clinical experience.
Even this big brother could be scared to tears, so he must not be from Gotham.
The little Messiah showed a little disdain for the ignorant outsider, but still patiently comforted the young man.
The young man tried to calm down, looked down at the little Messiah's face, and said seriously: "Thank you, Messiah."
He seemed to be thanking the little Messiah, and also seemed to be thanking the former "Messiah".
In any case, the "Messiah" did help him and his mother "drive away" the domestic violence man, provided a job for his mother who was a housewife, and allowed him to resume his education after dropping out of school a long time ago.
The young man admitted that sometimes he missed the days when the "Messiah" was still alive, and so did his mother.
There are many, many people like them.
When the Messiah reigned over them, they feared and resented him. After the Messiah took the initiative to end his reign, they began to miss him again.
The young man looked at the familiar face of the little Messiah and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
The little Messiah tilted his head, looking at the young man who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and didn't quite understand why he was still hesitating.
"Don't you want to go in and take a look?"
Little Messiah's eyes were filled with confusion: "Auntie is still receiving treatment."
If his dad was receiving treatment inside, he would definitely run in to accompany his dad as soon as possible.
Yes, mom is still in treatment!!
The young man instantly came back to his senses from his surprise, and without saying anything more to the little Messiah, he rushed into the emergency room in a panic.
The little Messiah looked at the young man's hurried back, put his hands behind his back and nodded with satisfaction. This was pretty good.
Well, now that the matter has been resolved, it’s time for him to continue exploring this world’s Gotham.
Little Messiah thought that he had not yet figured out what had caused everyone in this world to become so strange.
However, the attitude of this older brother and aunt is a good clue.
The little Messiah recalled the fear on the faces of the young and middle-aged women as they shouted his name, and he was almost certain that he had done something very special in this world.
He is so special that he scares strangers even though he is just a child. He makes the streets empty at night and makes Bruce and his friends no longer need to patrol at night, but he still maintains his superhero identity.
The little Messiah touched his chin and thought, and as he walked forward, he bumped into someone without any preparation.
"Ouch..." The little Messiah covered his forehead with tears in his eyes and looked up at the person he bumped into.
Damian folded his arms and looked down at the little Messiah who was holding his forehead with an unsure expression.
Little Messiah couldn't believe it, why did Damian not seem to feel any pain when he hit his forehead in the stomach, but he almost cried in pain?
The forehead should be harder than the stomach, uh.
Damian pinched the little Messiah's bulging cheeks nonchalantly, grabbed the little Messiah's collar, and said calmly, "Go home."
The little Messiah struggled to escape Damian's grip, jumped to the ground and decisively refused: "No."
Damian wanted to ignore the little Messiah's refusal, but he suddenly thought of something, and his hand that was reaching for the back of the little Messiah's neck stopped in mid-air.
"You'll gain nothing." Damian lowered his eyes to look at the little Messiah's face and said in a cold tone, "Gotham after dark won't have what you want."
The little Messiah's eyes lit up, acutely aware of Damian's attitude.
Unlike Bruce and the others, Damian seemed to really want him to know what happened in this world.
Although Damian’s words may not be fully believed, it can save him a lot of investigation time!
The little Messiah quickly grabbed Damian's sleeve and asked, "Why, why?"
Damian remained motionless, as if he had no intention of answering the little Messiah's questions.
The little Messiah rolled his eyes, remembering Damian's previous behavior, and quickly realized the reason.
Of course, a cool guy's self-cultivation is not as important as intelligence.
The little Messiah quickly changed his attitude. He loosened his grip on Damian's sleeve, hugged Damian's arm instead, tilted his head back and gave Damian a soft smile.
Sure enough, the little Messiah saw Damian narrow his eyes and his attitude seemed to soften.
I knew it would be useful, hehe.
However, when he persuaded the older brother to agree to let him take them to the hospital, he felt that someone was watching them and it was not an illusion.
Damian must have witnessed that scene at the time, and he was very petty and held a grudge!
Little Messiah swung Damian's arm and said coquettishly, "Can you please tell me... Please, Damian."
Damian suppressed the corner of his mouth and nodded expressionlessly, saying reluctantly, "You ask, I answer."
"I will answer all your questions until my father shows up."
Hearing Damian's words, the little Messiah was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth tightened unconsciously: "D...Bruce, I mean your Bruce, he doesn't want me to know, right?"
The little Messiah realized this instantly through Bruce's attitude during the day and the hints in Damian's words.
"You shouldn't call your father by his name, Messiah." Damian didn't answer the little Messiah's question directly, but slowly and methodically corrected the little Messiah's way of addressing Bruce.
The little Messiah couldn't help but purse his lips, looking away without responding to Damian's correction.
He deliberately drew a line between himself and Bruce and the others in this world.
Little Messiah rarely treats others with such a clear-cut attitude, not to mention that he knows that in the second round of memories that have not yet been unlocked, Bruce and others in this world are definitely his very important family.
But he had to do it.
Because he couldn't stay and was destined to leave this world.
The little Messiah smiled at Damian and chuckled, trying to get away with it.
"Only children would call me by my given name. Adults always call me by my given name." Little Messiah said seriously, "I'm an adult now, so I have to be called by my given name too."
"You see, Dick and the others call it that too."
The little Messiah didn't seem to realize that he had attacked Damian, who obediently called him father, and he smiled at Damian with his eyes curved.
Damian snorted and didn't care about the little Messiah's little revenge.
"Yes, Father and the others don't want you to know." Damian answered the little Messiah's initial question readily. "So, I am the only one who can answer your question."
"Including that Todd guy."
Damian glanced at the man sitting on the hospital bench, his face hidden by his test results, and gave the little Messiah a wicked smile. "Todd is a coward. He won't stop you from learning the truth, but he won't help you either."
"But you will." The little Messiah didn't need to think too much to figure out Damian's intention. He lowered his voice. "You want to see the Messiah, right?"
Little Messiah deliberately separated him and 'Messiah' into two people, even though everyone knew they were one person, but he still drew a clear line between them just like he had deliberately called Bruce 'your Bruce' before.
He looked up at Damian's expressionless face and whispered, "You miss him. You miss him."
"And...hate him."
Damian's reaction was within the little Messiah's expectations, but it also seemed beyond his expectations.
He did not admit it readily, deny it angrily, or remain silent as the little Messiah had imagined.
"That question is meaningless, Messiah."
Damian said calmly, "If you care about me, I don't need to 'think'."
"If you don't care about me, then I'm just another person in the world."
"In this world, there are many people who hate you, and there are also many people who love you."
For the first time, Little Messiah realized that Damian actually had some talent for philosophy.
It seems that when I get home, I can suggest that Damian study for a Ph.D. in philosophy, Little Messiah thought with a bittersweet smile.
【Author’s words】
I pasted the wrong version, damn it, I only realized I pasted the original version when I saw the word count was wrong [explosive crying][explosive crying]
But it does not affect the plot, only the ending is changed. Little angels who have not read it can refresh the chapter, and those who have read it do not need to reread it.
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