That was... the scream of Angel, the American seed player!
In an instant, viewers from all over the world in the live broadcast room erupted in excitement.
"What's going on...? What happened to hiding our strength? What happened to our secret weapon?!"
"This shouldn't be happening, how could he be instantly killed???"
"Has Trump gone mad? He actually sent a weak little girl to participate in the Civilization Competition?!"
"No way, is it because Lilith's power is too terrifying?"
"This was clearly a sneak attack! That despicable alien woman, attacking while I'm sleeping!"
"Hang in there, Angel! This is too cruel! They're burning people alive!"
"Poor Angel, such a lovely little girl, having to endure such pain..."
"Wait, did you guys notice? The system's live stream screen isn't black."
"Yeah, not being black means they're not dead!"
"Angel, keep going! Angel, keep going!"
"Go for it!!"
"Hold on!"
"come on!"
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White.
Everything was white.
A white room, white sheets, white pillows, a white table, white equipment, and white staff.
In this incredibly monotonous place.
A little girl who looked about seven or eight years old was born.
She had fair and delicate skin, eyes as blue as the sea, and light golden hair as warm as the sun.
However, at this moment, the little girl lay motionless on the white operating table, her hands and feet bound by silver chains, her eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling.
Outside the laboratory.
A tall, well-dressed old man stood quietly.
The old man's few remaining golden hairs were styled into a strange shape that would never be forgotten once seen.
At this moment, the old man calmly looked at the little girl lying inside the glass window, like a doll.
"Number 49's X cells are remarkably stable, and all of his physical indicators far exceed the standards of normal humans. As for his physical defense capabilities, they have reached a level that can ignore conventional firearms."
At that moment, a researcher wearing a white protective suit removed his face shield, revealing a young and handsome face beneath. He walked towards the old man, spreading his hands regretfully.
"Even so, she still couldn't control the energy of the antimatter engine within her body. She couldn't even control a single wisp of energy."
The young man came to the old man's side, stood with him, and looked at the little girl in the laboratory.
"Perhaps we went astray from the very beginning in our selection of test subjects." The young man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and continued, "Perhaps... we shouldn't continue using androids as test subjects. Restarting the old womb-nurturing program might be better. In that case..."
"Let's end this. This kind of boring research should stop," the old man suddenly interrupted the young man, speaking calmly.
The young man paused, turned around, and looked at the old man in disbelief. "You... are you joking with me?"
The old man continued to gaze quietly at the little girl inside the glass, saying calmly, "I'm not joking. I said... stop the research..."
The young man stared intently at the old man, a hint of anger in his eyes. "This research has been going on for over sixty years, spanning more than a dozen presidents. The research and development funds invested in this research over the years could even support ten aircraft carrier fleets."
As he spoke, the young man became excited, his body trembling slightly.
"Now...we're about to find the direction for successful experimentation, we're about to create the greatest miracle in the world, and you're telling me...to stop the research?!"
"My grandfather died in this research institute, and my father died in this research institute. If you want to stop this research, you'll have to let me die here too!" the young man hissed at the old man, his face contorted.
At this moment, the old man finally stopped looking into the laboratory. Instead, he turned to look at the slightly deranged young man beside him, his eyes filled with guilt and tenderness.
"Go home. You deserve a completely new life. You can find someone who loves you and live happily ever after. Instead of being trapped here for the rest of your life."
After speaking, the old man's gentle gaze returned to the little girl in the laboratory, and he murmured softly.
"You... should also have a completely new life."
"Instead of being bound here forever."
"Every mistake should be corrected."
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The Button City livestream room in the United States.
"Oh...."
In the live stream, Lilith looked at the slowly shrinking black flames below and smiled faintly.
Humans... you have no strength but dare to boast. Well then, you'll have to leave the stage sooner rather than later...
Just as Lilith was about to disappear into the void and head to her next target.
"My skirt!! You damn woman!!!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the black flames below.
Immediately afterwards, the black flames gradually contracted and dissipated, revealing Angel standing unharmed on a patch of scorched and melted sand, her bare, tender feet exposed.
At this moment, Angel's body showed no signs of burns from the flames. Instead, her previously dirty little face became clean and flawless, as if it had been washed by the flames.
However, Angel's tattered little dress had been completely burned away by the black flames.
She was left only with a white corset and black safety shorts. Even after being scorched by black flames, they remained intact, and instead had a faint fluorescent glow, clearly indicating that they were not made of simple materials.
As for Angel's little white rabbit, it was enveloped in a blood-red light and sat unharmed beside Angel.
Upon seeing this, Lilith's previously slightly teasing gaze suddenly turned sharp.
With Angel's appearance, viewers from various countries in the Button City live stream breathed a sigh of relief and became more active.
"We knew it!"
"How could Old Trump send a weak girl to participate? That's clearly not his style."
"Just by looking at her face, you can tell that Angel is not someone who will die young."
"Go Angel! Go Angel!!"
"You know what, looking at them like this, both girls are quite pretty."
"What do you mean 'both are pretty'? Anyway, I feel that Lilith is not as pretty as Angel."
"Beat that woman to a pulp!"
"Beat her up!!"
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