They arrived at the door of a somewhat dilapidated rental house with no neighbors around.
Ekalen took out her key, opened the door, glanced around to make sure no one was outside, then closed and locked the door.
He didn't turn on the light, but instead collapsed onto the bed.
The rental apartment wasn't large; the dimly lit room contained only a bed, a computer desk with a computer on it, and a gaming chair.
Besides this room, there is only the toilet.
Surprisingly, the room wasn't dirty or messy at all; on the contrary, it was very clean.
There wasn't a speck of dirt on the ground, and although the trash cans were overflowing, it was clear they were frequently used.
Aikalen lay on the bed, listlessly turned on the game console, played for a short while, then turned it off and put it aside.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes suddenly becoming troubled.
"Oh dear, why did I agree to her? She's just pretty and innocent, why did I have to lose my mind at this moment?"
Aikalen covered her face, looking somewhat regretful of becoming Hera's underling.
"Just because she's naive doesn't mean she'll treat me well. She might treat me the same way she treated the previous people."
He sighed deeply and buried his head in the pillow.
"Hey hey, congratulations on making a new friend! Congratulations!"
At that moment, a skeleton wearing a blue hoodie and appearing to be less than a meter tall appeared by the bedside and patted Aikalen on the shoulder.
Aikalen turned her head to look at the skeleton in frustration, then buried her head back down.
"I'd rather not make friends at all. You guys are enough. Humans are too complicated. I don't want to be friends with them..."
"Well……"
The skeleton paused.
"Okay, but it seems like the people who are friends with you aren't human either." After saying that, he playfully closed one eye and shrugged.
Aycaran was amused by his lame joke and chuckled softly twice.
"Yes, thank you, Sans. You're right, I should make some friends too."
Besides, I don't actually regret it that much.
After all, although the eldest sister is a mutant, she does look real...
"Alright, alright, go back, go back."
Ekalen swallowed hard and waved for Sans to take it back.
He tossed and turned in bed, then banged his head hard against the bed.
"I am so filthy..."
On the other side,
Hera had just finished discussing the next steps with Thoth, Fran, and Xiao Huan.
They each returned to their own rooms.
Hera used telepathy to remotely input the plan into Ekaren's mind, then plopped down on the bed.
Instead of lying down, Hera, who was sitting on the bed, began to think about Aikaren.
Because he couldn't stand the favoritism shown to his older brother by his family of origin, the cold violence and jokes from his classmates at school, and the strange looks from those around him.
So I came to America, a place where nobody knew me, and started living alone.
This is roughly what Hera saw in his mind; she didn't know the specifics of the favoritism and emotional abuse.
Hera just thought this person was very strange.
In TV dramas and some movies, don't students usually only go to a place to wallow in despair after experiencing school bullying or the massacre of their entire family?
Why would he choose to go to America and become a shut-in over such a trivial matter?
Hera didn't understand, but she didn't think it was a big deal.
After all, everyone is different, and Hera didn't think he was being pretentious.
On the contrary, I think he's quite polite; it's just that his superpower accidentally scared Fran.
Aikalen apologized to him twice.
However, every time Ekalen saw her, Hera could sense a strange emotion emanating from him.
Hera couldn't quite describe the emotion; it just felt like a flower suddenly blooming.
Hera stopped thinking about these useless things and started thinking about the specific steps of tomorrow's plan.
In short, the goal was to have them eliminate all the high-end combat personnel in the city who posed a threat to them, as well as anyone who might notify the outside world.
Once all of that is gone, the city will be nothing more than a piece of meat on a chopping board for Hera.
When the time comes, it will be very easy to eat it whenever you want.
Hera then carefully considered what she needed to do.
The clothes on his body began to slowly change.
...
early morning.
A ray of sunlight slowly peeked out from the mountaintop, illuminating the streets of City B in District C.
The fog hadn't completely dissipated, and the whole street still looked shrouded in mist.
The police station doors slowly opened.
A middle-aged female police officer in uniform yawned and opened the door completely.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around.
In a daze, she seemed to see something white walking towards her.
The policewoman squinted and looked closely; it seemed to be a person.
Her hand unconsciously reached for her sidearm as she slowly walked towards the man.
"Who is there? Do you need any help?"
The policewoman shouted, and the pure white figure in front of her stopped, then seemed to collapse to the ground.
The policewoman's doubts deepened, and she quickened her pace toward the person in front of her, though her hand remained on her service pistol.
When she got closer, she saw that it was actually a beautiful girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.
The girl had white hair, wore a cute white sweatshirt and casual shorts, which showed off her fair thighs.
She wore a red scarf around her neck, but her cute white face was covered in tears.
Her big, pink eyes were also a little red, as if she had just been crying.
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