For Hetty, everything can be reduced to simple quantities. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When she was a child, she loved to count. She loves the feeling that numbers give her, everything is so solid and clear. People's praise or disparagement always changes with the environment in which they live. If all these ambiguous attitudes can be quantified, then it will definitely make Hetty feel at ease. Hetty's father worked in the bookkeeper, and he was tasked with calculating how much money the fat-headed and big-eared aristocratic lord had. Paper wasn't cheap, and Hetty's father had a limited quota, so he only recorded the results and key data on paper, and replaced the rest with small items.

Their property was replaced with a pebble picked up by the river, and the field was a yellow-brown leaf with an earthy scent, and the cattle and sheep were small pieces of quartz. Year after year, Herty's father used these simple technical tools she made herself to settle accounts. These things are common, but in the eyes of children, they are real treasures. To the young Hetty, his father, with his lofts of these little things, was the richest king among his children.

"Are these yours, father?"

Of course, Hetty's father smiled wryly when he sneaked into his father's room and stretched out his little hand to touch the pebbles on the table with interest. Instead of grabbing Hetty rudely and throwing it out, he touched his daughter's head.

"The property represented by these things is not mine, but I have the right to calculate it. ”

"But these things look like yours. Hetty asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it looks like it is, but numbers are worthless...... Hetty's father thought for a moment, "but the calculation is special. You don't need to really own anything, you can calculate. By calculating that we can feel the world, the experience of your life will be enriched. Even if you've never been on a long-distance voyage, you can calculate the distance traveled by those boats, as if you had actually gone to an overseas paradise. ”

"Father, have you ever been overseas?" asked Herty, looking up.

"I haven't been, but I've heard that people overseas are stronger than us. They used a car that was three doors wide, and the clothes they wore were made of the finest materials. If people who go out to sea can come back and sell what they brought back from overseas, they will be worth ten times as much. And these pebbles in your hands are said to have been brought out of overseas land, and each of them belongs to a different city. ”

"Really?" said Hetty, excitedly, "how many cities are there overseas? They have so many cities, will there be more kings? Do they know the Twin Goddesses?"

"It's up to you to think about these questions. You take the stones away now and tell me the number. If you count correctly, then I'll give you more things. ”

Hetty's father shoved a handful of pebbles to her, and Hetty ran out in high spirits. She began to count the pebbles by the river, and for the first time she liked the act. As Hetty counted from the left end of the stone arrangement to the right end of the stone arrangement, she realized that she had made a serious mistake. Hetty could no longer tell which were the pebbles that were already on the river's edge and which were precious treasures from overseas. On the ground, all the pebbles look the same. The same smallness, the same pathos. Hetty stood up, she was going to run to her father. She began to wonder if the pebbles really came from overseas.

But Hetty was destined to have no answer to that question. When she ran home she was stopped by the villagers, her eyes widened to see her father being lifted up by an ugly and disgusting monster. It's like my father's usual work. Pick it up from the ground, lift it up to the sky, shake it for a while, and put it down. The difference was that the father's body was shattered into several pieces at once, like an ant that had been crushed. The demon picked up Hetty's father's head from the ground and played with it in his hand as if admiring the shape of a pebble. The villagers who tried to protect Hetty were blown apart like gravel, their limbs floating in the sky like yellow-brown leaves. At that moment, Hetty understood that perhaps for demons, humans were something that could be easily measured in numbers.

Being rescued by the fighters and joining the organization as a trainee did not make Hetty feel reassured. As if a door had been opened, Hetty felt like she was seeing things differently. The food, power, or some degree of power that the people around her are usually looking for are so empty in her mind. Because these things cannot be measured by numbers, they are all placebos made up of lies and hypocrisy. As her roommate died in training, Hettie struggled to hold down her outstretched arm and pressed her face against her bloodied nose.

"How much training have you done?"

"Multi-...... How much?"

"How many push-ups, how many squats, how many backs, how long did you run?"

“…… 216 push-ups, I can't remember the rest...... Why are you asking this?"

"Because, if you do 216 push-ups and you die, then you don't die if you do 215. ”

The girl with blood blisters at the corners of her mouth stared at Hetty with an incredulous expression, she didn't understand what Hetty was trying to express and didn't understand Hetty's logic at all. Even her extremely congested brain understood that Hettie's abnormal, madness factor had begun to grow in her. The confusion froze her life in that moment, but Hettie kept going. She silently counts, silently trains herself. She felt that the numbers enriched her and allowed her not to face her heart.

Unknowingly, Hety, who has become a fighter, is favored by many people. Her talent is not very high, and even the fusion of demon flesh and blood does not make her outstanding. Hetty's growth is slow and solid, and there are traces. Many people who had snubbed her or mocked her before began to ask her about the secrets of her training, and Hetty didn't mind teaching her. However, this did not make her have more apprentices or friends. When those who inquired learned that Hetty had counted the number of breaths she had taken during training and had calculated the intensity of her training, their expressions became strange. Hetty was not struck down by these unusual expressions, on the contrary, she counted down the people who had left him. Counting has become a leitmotif in Hetty's life.

But she had also felt doubts, and this doubt came from a few warriors around her. Not everyone wants to know the secret of Hetty's strength, and those people occupy several positions above Heti. Hetty's growth was continuous and fast, but she still couldn't keep up with those in front of her. Above her, there was a chatter eye all day long, and Hetty always felt that she saw things very differently than herself. The other is the taciturn No.3, everything about her that Herty can't understand. She doesn't train, she always makes some strange movements, and those things that are inexplicable and can't be measured by numbers make her really stronger. No.3 basically doesn't have any skills to use demonic power, but her strength, recovery and speed are terrifying. Virginia, who was ahead of all the fighters, looked at Hetty with pity, and she patted her on the shoulder. This act was repeated many times, and Hetty didn't even know what it meant. As the two most promising fighters to compete for the No. 1 spot, they don't have a close relationship.

The first conversation between Herty and Virginia takes place in the middle of a match. The reason why Hetty and Virginia swung their swords at each other was that Virginia wanted to challenge all the fighters.

"How do you measure your worth as a warrior?"

"The number of demons that have died at my hands. ”

"Indeed, among our warriors, you have killed the most demons. The number of demons you kill proves how valuable you are to the organization. You don't have a grudge against the demons themselves, you're just counting. After killing the demon, you add one to the number in your mind and feel satisfied. But what's the difference between a demon like you and a demon like a human all of a sudden?"

Hetty was stopped by this question, and she has always pursued a simple data to measure herself and to look at others. Therefore, for Herty, the demons she killed are the most direct and important data. Virginia's words reminded Herty of what she saw as a child. At that time, the demons seemed to be hunting humans while counting the heads in their hands.

Not surprisingly, Hetty was defeated by Virginia. She was convinced, and Herty knew that Virginia was a man who would stop at nothing for the sake of his ends. It's better to say that this unscrupulous trick is also part of her strength. Virginia became the No.1 member of the organization, and Hetty wasn't interested. That question may have been a mind-disturbing word for Virginia, but it was no less than a slap in the face for Hetty. Once again, Hetty understood that different people have different scales for the same thing. This also made Hettie even more confused, and she lost her position again.

It was the twin goddesses who saved Hetty from her confusion. When she was struck down by the light of that moment, and prostrate at the feet of the twin goddesses, there was an indescribable hesitation in Hetty's heart. The love of the twin goddesses was vast, and the moment Hetty was stared at by them, she understood that all her disguises seemed meaningless. But Hettie wanted the Twin Goddesses to look only at her, and she didn't want this love to be shared by others. Hetty began to search her surroundings involuntarily, wondering how many people were prostrate with her in front of the twin goddesses, hoping for inner relief.

At this moment, Hetty understood that the power of the twin goddesses could still be measured by the believers at her feet. However, the twin goddesses themselves do not need to count this, everything is done by the believers at her feet. Those who have been blessed by the twin goddesses are silently counting, and each of them is a witness to this value. Originally, Hetty felt that he was close to reaching the essence of the great sword, but in fact, it was a thousand miles away. If Hetty kills all the demons, then the demons will not have a chance to fear Hetty. No, no one silently read Hetty's name and trembled. So Hetty chose a different way.

- Creation of demons.

A subtle tingling sensation came to an abrupt halt, and Hetty's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and she realized that she was in a daze while walking. Maybe it's because it's been peaceful for too long, or maybe it's been too long since hetty been a warrior, and Hetty has been wandering a lot lately. There is a saying among warriors that as warriors get older, warriors step by step into madness. Hettie has a different take on this, and she thinks it's not that the fighters are crazy, but that they have new values. After the warrior became a half-demon, the values were still the same as those of human beings. When physical deviance gradually leads to mental distortion, the warrior's values tend to be demonic. The process may seem crazy to others, but Hetty herself feels that she has never been more awake.

However, the fact that there has been some relaxation recently is not excusable. Hetty stroked her right shoulder, where a dull ache was blowing. It's been a long time since Hettie has made a serious move, as she hasn't been able to find an opponent to compete with. I heard that Qili has completely become an organizational dog over the years, and has no thoughts of her own. No.3 has died in the north, and No.1 is nowhere to be found. Without her old rival, Hetty naturally felt as if she was rusty. But there was an interesting junior on this day, and Hetty's injury was also caused by the junior. At that time, the junior was fighting an alienated demon. Hetty didn't want to expose his role in this, so he killed the demon with a sword. At that time, Hettie made a serious mistake, she didn't expect that Sulfur still had the strength to fight, nor did she think that Sulfur would attack herself as a warrior.

Hetty could only remember holding out her hand to Sulfona, and the rest of the things she couldn't make an image in her head. Hetty's mind was blurred by the speed, and all she remembered was that she had dodged the sixteen swords that Sulfur had unleashed, and then found an opportunity to roll on the ground to widen the distance between herself and Sulfona. Hetty, who hadn't been so embarrassed for a long time, drew his big sword with a somewhat stiff movement, and then blocked the fifty-four swords. Twenty-one of the swords were blocked by a backhand, and the pain in Hetty's shoulder came from there. She didn't realize it at the time, and it was only a few days later that she realized that she had been secretly injured. This way of hurting reminded her of an old friend, so Hetty chose not to hurt the junior. Hetty used seventy-seven swords to drain Sulfona's physical strength, and then used twelve moves to force Sulfona's movements to stiffen. In the final eight swords, Hetty stunned Sulfur and held her on her shoulder, and they may have fought for less than a stick of incense.