The man was tall, with a straight back like a javelin that could never be turned back, and he stood in the wind and rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his scarlet cloak churning behind him.

With a long sword hanging at his waist, he was dressed in silver armor, his face was like a knife, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of the majesty of the battlefield, but when facing his lovely son, who was only ten years old, his gaze was as gentle as water, and kindness had been written all his eyes.

"Wait until I get back. ”

"Is Daddy leaving?" this kid wasn't like the weak boy, he was really, just a kid.

Innocent, curious, sentimental, the light in his eyes was completely removed when the man stood in the wind and rain, and the heavy haze raged and churned on his red fluttering little face, never stopping, like a dark abyss, bound to drown him completely in this sea of ignorance.

"Dad, don't go, okay. ”

The man didn't speak, he just stood in the middle of the boundless wind and rain, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The stars on a rainy night, hazy and dreamy, do not conform to common sense, but they are real.

It was a star that belonged to the gods.

Because of this, they have changed from humans to gods!

Although, just a bunch of self-proclaimed gods.

Looking at the scarlet cloak in the distance, the boy's whole body was lying quietly on the floor-to-ceiling window, he didn't cry out loudly because of his father's sudden departure as usual, he seemed to have grown up completely all of a sudden, and began to become stronger.

No matter what the storm is, no matter whether there is light and darkness in the world, he will be pure.

Kindness and bravery are the boy's only remaining treasures......

"Boom—"

This April thunderstorm seems to never stop, countless thunder snakes scurry and explode above the gloomy high sky, the wind is howling, and the rain is pouring down.

Gunshots rang out in an abandoned high-rise building, and the boy's breath was heavy, and several terrifying and hideous wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The boy was already at an absolute disadvantage, he was athletic, but he could not stand up to the cover of the firearms and fire, he was powerful, but he could not do anything about the pile of broken copper and iron in front of him.

The invincible soft sword in his hand, at this time, has become a burden.

The boy needed a weapon, but no one would give him a weapon, so his weapon was left with him.

Holding the sword, clenching his teeth, he moved his legs again, and jumped up, but his immature little face was as indifferent as a god.

He's not brave, and he's not as strong as he seems.

Because of this, he must be brave, he must be strong, and he must fight against the so-called fate.

"Born as a human, I'm not a monster!"

We can't choose our birth, let alone the world.

In this torrent of fate from ancient times to the present, should we allow ourselves to be wandered in it?

I refuse!

Beneath the neon sky, beyond the majestic walls, is an abandoned science laboratory building that once served as a pilgrimage center for all academics, but now a place of foreboding that even the gods fear.

All this is only because of the man named Grad, the creator of the gods!

"Bell!"

Countless sparks flickered in the dark night, and the roaring thunder illuminated the northern sky.

The sound of wind, rain and swords continued to explode around the boy, and this broken copper and iron that didn't know what to rely on as the core of power was too powerful, and the boy's flesh and blood could not compete with it head-on.

What to do?

After a few all-out exchanges, the boy began to scurry around, agile and nimble like a cat that suddenly bursts up.

Since the difference in strength is too large, then, demolition!

The boy dodged the attack with a skillful backflip, landed firmly on the ground, and then fell to the ground with his left hand and leg pressed to the ground, like a sharp arrow that could burst out at any moment.

A bright light flickered in the boy's dark eyes, and the battle image was directly simulated in his mind. It only took him a second to carry out the next battle three times, and he finally found a way to successfully get out of danger.

"Boom!"

The boy moved without hesitation, his thin body shuttled through the rain of swords, guns and arrows, and the sword light in his hand was still bright, brave and fearless!

However, the behavior pattern of this pile of broken copper and iron was beyond the boy's expectations, and suddenly changed, and a long mechanical arm suddenly stretched out from its back, hitting the boy's entire abdomen accurately!

The boy's eyes widened, and although the pain was not very severe, his stomach was already turning over, but it was not the worst of cases.

What really overwhelmed the boy was that the onset of the night watchman had arrived!

Damn it!

The little body that flew upside down like a cannonball in the air was spasming and trembling violently, and a heavy tearing sensation raged wildly in the boy's mind, and blood gushed out of the boy's nose as if he didn't want money.

The scene in his eyes was instantly overshadowed, darkness was coming, and the world, at this moment, was completely silent......

The well-fed baby girl had already slept in the shape of a Casablanca in the old man's arms, and the wood in the fireplace was burning gently, and the reassuring voice crackled.

The wind and rain outside seemed to have nothing to do with this warm scene at this moment, and even the hideous huge scar became soft.

The old man looked at the sleeping baby girl, and the rickety figure became more humble......

The sound of the water echoed in the boy's ears, and bubbles "gurgling" around him. At this moment, he seemed to be in a raging river, and the cold and biting water washed his body mercilessly, sharp as countless knives.

The strong tearing sensation was still tearing wildly in the boy's mind, but the nosebleed was no longer flowing. With great difficulty, he opened his eyelids, which looked like leads, and forcibly opened them.

It was a pair of dull eyes, and faint sharp bone spurs grew from the center of the boy's eyebrows. It won't be long before he's completely turned into a monster.

The moment the boy regained consciousness, he felt the intense feeling of suffocation, and he instinctively struggled, desperately trying to swim with all his strength, in the delusional hope of rushing out of the water and breathing in the fresh air.

However, all the boy did was in vain, and no matter how desperately he struggled, his body was sinking at a slow pace.

At the bottom of this raging river, there seems to be some inexplicable horror, which is bound to drown the boy completely, and then devour him, and there will be no return!

The extremely thick shadow of death is like a thousand meters of seaweed in the deep sea, which is growing wildly, and it is like a cold-blooded python by the Nile, wrapped around the boy's neck, giving him no hope of life.

"I'm going to die, am I dead?"

The tearing sensation in the boy's brain became more and more intense, and his consciousness began to blur, and this tearing sensation could actually make him feel real pain.

Isn't this long-lost pain exactly what the boy has been longing for?

"It's okay to die like that, ......"

The boy, who was drowning in death and despair, suddenly laughed strangely, and said cruel but true words.

What a wonderful and vivid pain!

But why, do I feel empty in my heart?

Empty, calm, accepting the so-called, death?

"Smack!"

It was the sound of a slap in the face.

"Rubbish!"

The boy, who was gradually unconscious, was slapped violently, and he suddenly came to his senses again.

The boy's eyes widened incredulously, and his dilated pupils suddenly shrank a little, and a little glow appeared in his dim eyes.

"Who are you?!"

What appeared in front of the boy's eyes was a vague figure, and it was roughly judged that it should be a child who looked like himself.

It's just that he has a pair of god-like eyes—a pair of heterochromatic eyes!

The left eye is dark red, and the right eye is ice blue.

An inexplicable panic suddenly set off a gust of wind in the depths of the boy's heart. The god-like little child with heterochromatic eyes did not answer the boy's question immediately, he suddenly appeared in front of the boy like a ghost, and grabbed the boy's throat and slowly lifted him up.

The stronger, more real feeling of suffocation left the boy completely breathless, and he instinctively swung his limbs, useless, but still holding the sword in his hand.

"Don't you want to die?"

The tone of the heterochromic pupil child was cold but obviously bantering, which made the boy feel creepy. He gasped with difficulty, and there was no refutation of the words of the little boy with different pupils, but the sword in his hand was held tighter.

The little boy with heterochromatic eyes, who noticed this detail, suddenly let out a wild laugh, and he threw the boy aside with great disdain, like abandoning a worn-out puppet, without any sense of distress or reluctance.

However, after the child laughed wildly, the whole person suddenly became inexplicably sad.

There is no such thing as a reason, it's like a moody madman.

"You should have died sooner. ”

The boy who was coughing violently was breathing heavily, and he could not understand the meaning of the child's words. Just as his eyes flickered, he suddenly saw the child's pale face.

It turned out to be a face that was exactly like himself!

The boy, who didn't have much emotion, suddenly had a so-called feeling, and he looked at the little child who was also looking at him coldly with a shocked face, and his slightly wide eyes were full of vigilance.