Wendy had no idea why things turned out this way.
Hugo came back from outside with Yuri in a rage. She didn't dare ask if the problem was resolved, but Erica was more proactive: "Are you all okay? Where's the God?"
The androids rolled their eyes when they heard about Azathoth. Yuri said to Erica apologetically, "We ran into Annie. Sorry."
Erica hesitated for a moment: "Annie, she shouldn't be old enough to go to the battlefield, right?"
"She ran away secretly just to come and see you."
“…”
Erica put down the math problem she was working on and was stunned for a while. Suddenly, she sat up from the sofa and started to get dressed.
"Where are you going?" Hugo glanced at her.
"Let's go find Annie." The little girl pursed her lips. "I can't go on like this. I have to talk to her and make things clear."
"say what?"
"The gods have no ill intentions. If we're all good, why do we have to stand on opposite sides?" She had been hesitant about revealing some of her secrets to Annie. After all, she had already revealed so much... and it was obviously impossible to do so without causing trouble for Azathoth. But now that Azathoth himself had appeared before the Red Line Legion, hiding her identity became unnecessary.
The phone call last night came suddenly. The Vatican would not tolerate heresy, which was something Erica, who was born in Port Alpre, could easily understand.
However, there are always some people who will not give up trying and working hard until the unknown ending comes.
"...Why don't you wait for her to calm down before going?"
"No." Erica put on her coat quickly and was standing at the door picking up her shoes in the blink of an eye. "She didn't hesitate when she came to see me."
Hugo watched her walk away: "A delicate flower unstained by blood."
Wendy asked anxiously, "Will this be a trap?"
"Azathoth can always see a few more humans," Hugo replied angrily. His gaze fell on Yuri and Wendy in the living room, and he suddenly remembered something. "You two, you're just sitting around doing nothing anyway, why don't you do something useful?"
"What?" Yuri didn't react.
"You said before that you'd rather be a customer service representative." Hugo deliberately misinterpreted Yuri's self-deprecating remark, "I might as well accept Marshal Sullivan's suggestion and distribute flyers," while exhausted from practicing with Williams. "It's just right that there are so many rumors online right now. You should understand the importance of controlling public opinion."
It stood on the sofa, looking down at the two humans, one large and one small, with a look of disdain in its eyes. "This is my area of expertise. I absolutely cannot let those fish-lipped humans from the Federation seize the initiative!"
It's like holding up a flag and saying, "This is my kingdom!"
Wendy, a naive woman, was subconsciously moved by its passionate words: "What should we do?"
Yuri had rich social experience and knew Hugo's character quite well, so he frowned warily.
Hugo waved his hand and said, "Infiltrate the enemy!"
**
Have you ever seen the sunrise at three o'clock in the morning on Capital Star?
Sorry, it's autumn now and the starlight hasn't yet reached this time zone in the Northern Hemisphere.
It was pitch black outside the window.
Wendy couldn't help but yawn, covering her mouth.
Although she looked like a delinquent, she had always been cute before being kidnapped. After her abduction, she unfortunately acquired strange traits, but she generally grew up healthily under Shirley's supervision. Whether this supervision was out of kindness for the younger generation or simply caring for a pig waiting to be slaughtered, Wendy rarely went to bed after 11 o'clock.
Yuri sat next to her, holding a tablet. He looked up at her through dark circles under his eyes and said, "If you can't stand it any longer, go to bed. Children staying up too late won't grow tall, and it's bad for their skin and can cause endocrine disorders."
This is the doctor's old habit of preaching.
Wendy was shaky, but still refused to close her eyes: "After reading this post, I will go to sleep after reading this."
Yuri tilted his head and carefully looked at the number on the screen: "...This post is over 1,700 floors."
“I’m halfway through.”
“…”
"I asked you to set the pace, not to indulge in posting." Hugo said coldly, "If you want to sleep, go to sleep. I'm not abusing child labor."
"I'm almost an adult," Wendy, who appears slightly older than she actually is, earnestly corrected him. Then, resting her chin on her hand, she scrolled through the screen like a teenage internet addict. "Is this post I'm reading true?"
"What are you referring to? The exaggeration of Azathoth's abilities? The analysis of sexual fetishes by face-obsessed people? Or the fantasy fictions conjured up by clueless humans?"
"Hmm." Wendy's reply was delayed by sleepiness. She didn't even bother to maintain her previously awkward and polite conversational style. She replied with remarkable naturalness, "It's this CP story about the Evil God and his beloved."
“…”
"Wait a minute." Yuri suddenly woke up from his shock. "Isn't that the age-restricted area? How did you get in?"
He hadn't looked carefully just now and thought that Wendy was reading some analysis post that Hugo had sent them about some evil god.
There are many data-driven people who have good reasons and are obviously overly inspired and have noticed that something is wrong. In this case, Hugo's first small goal is to gather those who have brains.
There are actually many anonymous forums on the Star Network that are not open to the public. These forums cannot hide from Hugo's powerful search engine. It skillfully roams among humans under various vests. No one except the Red Line Legion has discovered that there is a traitor in their team.
Therefore, Yuri, Wendy and Hugo have now each sneaked into a forum and tried to post fishing messages to wait for others to take the bait. Neither Yuri nor Hugo cares too much about the progress of others.
The problem is, there's no way Hugo would assign tasks on this strange website to underage Wendy?!
So what did she see?
Hugo sat up suddenly and moved closer to Wendy to look at her screen. The movement was so big that his head almost rolled off his body and rolled over.
"...Is it a clean novel? Is there a rating system for the fanfiction section on this website?"
The title of the post clearly reads: A tribute to Mrs. Android's creation.
There is also a brief introduction below: Mrs. Android writes very well, and I like her characters. However, because there are many sad parts in the plot, I decided to write some warm scenes from my understanding and imagination of the evil god and his followers.
It turns out that the author was tortured by the master of blade broadcasting and cut off his own leg flesh to create a happy ending.
Android was the pen name Hugo used when he was writing nonsense.
emmmm.
The android pondered for two seconds, then returned to his seat as if nothing had happened. "It's just a little story, don't think too much about it."
"I think it's very well written," Wendy said with a lingering feeling. "A lot of readers came to this story from Mrs. Android's stories. They say Mrs. Android is the originator of this CP, but for some reason her stories always have a lot of tragedy in them. So, girls who are depressed after reading her stories often read this one to cheer themselves up."
"But I can't find any articles about Mrs. Android. Is she not in the all-ages section?"
"Is that so?" Hugo looked at the screen in his hand.
“…”
After a while, in the dim light of the screen, Wendy said, "Can I indicate I'm an adult when I apply for a new ID?"
"No," Hugo said coldly, "Thirteen at most."
"What?!" Wendy was shocked. "Then I have to wait another five years... I'm obviously older than thirteen! I can put sixteen!"
"You want to go straight to high school?"
This angle of rebuttal was a fatal blow, and Wendy, who was still struggling with junior high school knowledge, wilted.
"But I have to take precautions against addiction when playing games now..."
Her angry mutterings reached the ears of an adult and an android.
Both of them pretended not to hear or see anything.
A while later.
Hugo forcibly turned off the screen in front of Wendy: "You should go to bed."
"There are still a dozen chapters left... I'll be... done soon..."
"We'll see tomorrow morning." The middle-aged Yuri was extremely patient with Wendy's rare mischief. "If we go out, we'll leave the tablet in the living room."
"Ah..." Wendy looked at them for a long moment with a hazy look in her eyes. "Can't I put the tablet in my room?"
"And then I let you hide under the covers and secretly read it?" Hugo sneered, as if he saw through everything. "Don't even think about it. Go to bed quickly."
**
After staying in the hospital for a night, Igor returned home the next morning and unexpectedly found that the relationship between Wendy and Hugo had become much more harmonious.
She still didn't dare to talk to Azathoth, but she would already respond to Hugo's jokes, or smile ingratiatingly and obediently stuff bread and bacon into her mouth under Yuri's headache-inducing gaze.
This change is obvious. Igor seemed even more confused after his fruitless observation, and Yuri seemed to be hesitant to speak... I dare not say that this was the result of the clear CP article.
After all, the novel that accidentally came into Wendy's sight did not contain any descriptions that were inappropriate for children, and the relationship between the evil god and his followers as described by the author was not so much love as a deep, family-like bond.
Several times, Yuri and Hugo saw Wendy sniffling quietly.
She knew that this was just people's imagination and could not be true, but she couldn't help but yearn for that kind of stable and happy life.
That was something she had never experienced since she was born.
However, it is still very annoying that the follower in the story is described as a weak Omega.
Wendy poked the sunny-side-up egg with a fork.
I heard that Mrs. Android's Favored One is a Beta, and a seemingly unsuspecting Beta. Many people even commented after reading it, "I think the Favored One is nice, but it would be nice if he could have sex with me too." However, precisely because of the strong character and unwavering resolve, the relationship between the cold-blooded evil god and his Favored One is full of sweetness and a sharp knife edge, tinged with the reader's heart.
So the author of the article Wendy read last night wrote a story about a soft little angel Omega follower who gradually warms up to the inhuman evil god.
It is indeed healing though.
Wendy poked the sunny-side-up egg to pieces, but she didn't even notice.
But—couldn't this be a heartwarming story about a gentle and kind-hearted evil god and his tough yet soft-hearted Beta followers?!
Besides, not all Omegas are soft and weak! That’s just a stereotype!
Chief Consul Sabrina Guevera was on her way, carrying a seventy-meter-long sword.
The Omega girl was indignant.
Igor looked at his sister's abuse of the fried eggs on the plate in confusion, hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
Forget it, Wendy won’t waste food anyway.
Let her eat whatever she likes.
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