She took off her clothes and followed Bai Liu, watching him return to the dormitory.

An 18-year-old high school student, wearing a thin shirt, staggers with every step he takes, coughs from time to time, and needs to rest against the wall before he can continue walking...

Cen Mingming withdrew his gaze irritably, a strange and violent emotion colliding in his heart.

For a moment, he even wanted to rush down and question Bai Liu, you obviously wanted to kill that stupid fat guy who bullied you, why did you stop?

Why do you make yourself so miserable!

Why do you let me see this side of you?!

...Bai Liu was so much like a human being that he couldn't treat him as a heretic.

Cen Mingming had no way to kill this guy, who would tremble in the lake because of the cold, bury his head in Lu Yizhan's shoulder and cry silently, who would pull the classmate who bullied him back from death, and whose hands would tremble when he drew his gun and faced his friends.

——He couldn't kill Bai Liu, a living being with emotions, who could shed tears and feel pain.

But... do people really change?

There are so many world lines, and in each world line, there are so many heretics who have done the same wrong things and harmed countless people. They die under his gun again and again, revealing their ugly faces because of indulging in desire.

——Not to mention the aggregate of desire itself, a derivative of the evil god Byakuroku.

…Just by changing a name and having some slight emotional connection, would a person really make such a big change, even go against the original purpose of his or her birth?

Cen Mingming couldn't believe it. He couldn't be like that idiot in Lu Yizhan. After more than 600 world lines, he still had the ability to trust a monster. He could only be vigilant, kill, and strangle all dangers in a cradle.

——This is the original intention of hunters.