So this chapter is equivalent to Riddle alone there tangled, tangled (I'm tired of writing...... ）

Why don't I have anything to do with this guy with this awkward personality......

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Gold King (Positive): Trust.

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Cotswolds Nature Reserve, UK

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The memories that are deeply engraved in the body are filled with darkness of violence, blood, and death.

Clean hands covered closed eyes, and in the sheer darkness that fell silent, the air around them smelled foul.

What is the so-called blood, the so-called relatives?

Can anyone tell him?

The people closest to him by blood, whether it was his biological father or uncle, cursed and even hated his existence so much.

That's right, he was born unexpectedly.

That's been known from the beginning, hasn't it?

Even his mother, the person she saw at the last moment of her life, was not him, but through him she looked at another person.

This is loved one...... Is it?

The corners of her lips twitched into a smile, and then the smile gradually distorted and expanded, and then the laughter resounded in the sky.

It was, crazy, hysterical, heart-wrenching, the sound of a broken "heart".

Open your eyes and close them. There is really no difference in the world you see.

Eyes full of black, red, red, black.

The simple two-color color outlines the world in the entire horizon.

Dark outlines, blood-red veins.

The law of the jungle is either devoured by others or devoured by others, and strength is the eternal theme and truth of this world.

It's like dried blood, which will one day oxidize into a blank black color.

So, it was clear from that moment.

This dark world is what belongs to him, a foothold.

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"Tsk!"

When he opened his eyes, Riddle was in a moment of trance and couldn't figure out where he was.

After a few moments, he realized that he was now in a Muggle-listed nature reserve somewhere in England, in a hut that was supposed to be an "observation room".

It's all because of that witch's mouthy that it reminds him of something so long ago.

It was a dream that hadn't been seen since he had been to the Muggle's grave with the child.

He'd been at Malfoy Manor for two days, and counting the three days he'd spent at Lake Realm, and the kid had been away from the forest for almost five days.

It seems that since I saw the child, I haven't left her for so long, because I am used to seeing the figure of the child when I turn around or raise my eyes, so I thought of the child yesterday evening because I saw the sunset, right?

Is...... It's not like what he should have. (Tianyin: V big, will you die if you are frank)

Frowning and throwing the inexplicable thought into the corners of his mind that needed to be cleaned up, Riddle walked out of the hut and looked up at the blue, clean sky above him.

Disgusting brilliant glare.

When Riddle came out of Malfoy Manor, he just lifted the transfiguration spell from his eyes, and then walked calmly on the road.

Because he knew that no one would have thought that the real Duke of Darkness did not have even a little dark power on his body at this moment.

Now, no matter what others think, he is just an 18-year-old young man with extremely high magical talent and extremely pure magical power.

Even if he walked up to Dumbledore's old bee in a grand manner, it is estimated that he would only be strange and puzzled about his identity, and would not do it as soon as they met, right?

It's all thanks to that kid.

Although because of his young age, the purification effect on power is not very strong, as for the power that he first absorbed in Manhattan, it took four full years before it was completely purified, and then purified through magical resonance, allowing him to completely absorb and master.

Still, Riddle is happy with the situation. The power of being purified was enough for him now. Because of the turbulent undercurrents in the wizarding world right now, he was not in a hurry to let his body grow.

And now the 18-year-old body can be regarded as a peak period for him back then, no matter what he does, it is quite convenient.

Thinking about his next steps, Riddle casually walked through the nature reserve, passing through a swamp where he easily recovered a python that was about to ambush him.

The animals succumbed to the power of their magic and reptilian language, reminding the Dark Duke, who was displeased by the sneak attack, of his "faithful" and "disfaithful" Death Eaters.

Along with them were the documents that were used to redivide the interests and property of the nobility in Lucius's house, which were full of entanglements of interests and greed, which made him extremely familiar with it, but also extremely disgusted.

Boring.

Raising his hand boringly, he slid down the wand of his sleeve with a random stroke, and the thing that was crawling under his feet immediately exploded due to the cutting of the magic.

Looking at the scene of flesh and blood splashing, the blue eyes were still calm without a trace of fluctuation.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand, the hand holding the wand, his skin was fair and smooth, his knuckles were clear and slender, and he couldn't see a trace of blood in his clean.

It seemed to be exactly as clean as that day.

Riddle knew that while the hands looked clean, the blood he had actually stained had long since dried up enough to turn him completely black.

But...... As long as you look at him now, who can imagine how many lives he is carrying?

Standing there, Riddle's blue eyes were as cold as the ice beneath the surface of the Arctic sea.

Then he silently stepped on the blurred mass of flesh, and was about to use the "shapeshift" to disappear into the darkness and leave, because the magic sensed a slight fluctuation of life, and Riddle stopped.

There shouldn't be, small fluctuations in life - from that vague mass of flesh and blood.

He cast a cleansing spell and discovered the source of the life fluctuation - a snake egg in the snake's belly.

Although he didn't use much magic to smash the python, the snake egg that survived the "Diffindo" (Split Spell) can indeed be described as "immortal".

Survived? Familiar noun, isn't it?

The blue eyes narrowed, and then the snake egg flew into his hand, and after the pure magic power entered it, the egg broke a moment later, and a small snake swam out with a trembling body.

{Master.} }

The little snake that had changed its constitution because of the infusion of magic hissed.

This reminded Riddle of the pet he was most loyal to, the mutated silver egg from the Slytherin pet room.

Unfortunately, the serpent died at the hands of the stupid Aurors when he had to return to the secret realm of the lake because he had lost his strength. Only one scale containing all its power remained, and even the soul could not be found.

{Nagini.} }

Looking at the little snake coiled in his palm, Riddle pulled the scale out of his pocket and fed it to it, {your name.} }

The little snake would hatch on a whim because he thought that the child did not yet have a servant who could be called a "pet".

Although the child was very well along with the animals of the forest and loved them, to the child they were "friends" rather than "pets" or "servants".

In fact, he was skeptical that the latter two words did not exist in the dictionary of the child's mind.

But now that the snake could fill the void, hatch with his magic and swallow the scales left behind by Nagini, there was no way it could betray.

{Yes, master.} }

After hissing in reply, the little snake fell into a deep sleep to complete its next metamorphosis.

Riddle, on the other hand, put him in his pocket and turned around.

That child needed a "servant" and "pet" that could be trusted.

That's all.

But......

Because of the thought of the word "servant" and the previous dream, Riddle's mind flashed through an old spell about "resurrection".

Servants, his group of Death Eaters may not be all faithful, but there are always one or two who volunteered to sacrifice their flesh for him......

Enemy? His enemies were everywhere - those whom he had killed their loved ones, those who had been suspended beneath the sky marked by the Dark Devil......

The bones of loved ones, if you dig up that grave, can indeed be obtained......

Abandon the current cursed body and recreate a body - a body that is not bound by any contract and completely restores its original level of strength.

Regaining his power, it would probably not be difficult to reign over the entire wizarding world again.

By that time, that kid ......

Well?

The Dark Duke's mind snapped.

The so-called "relatives", the so-called "enemies", and the so-called "servants...... What exactly should be the demarcation?

That child is the "Son of Gaia", who represents the respect of neutral magical creatures, and he is an "enemy" from a standpoint who has been hunting down magical creatures in order to build Death Eater equipment in an attempt to dominate the entire wizarding world.

Although there is no blood relationship, he and the child have a homologous magic that even twin wizards can't have, and that child's dependence on him is understandable as a "relative".

Now he has begun to consciously guide that child to grow up in the direction he wants, as the heir chosen by the Duke of Darkness, the child who grows up will become his best "servant".

Really, is that all?

Such a question suddenly slipped through his mind, and he suddenly didn't want to think about it.

But this question really made Riddle stunned.

Who is that kid?

Raising his head and looking at the sky, the bright sunlight was clean and dazzling.

Therefore, he prefers night to daylight, because only starlight and moonlight will not make him feel the sting of being burned.

Lowering his eyes, Riddle sneered inwardly at the fact that he had been influenced by the witch - that he would start to think about all these things.

Then, without looking back, he stepped into the darkness.

It's time to go back.

=====================I'm the dividing line ================ the switch scene

Forbidden Forest: Centaur Station

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Back in front of the hut he and Opal had been, Riddle didn't rush in, but set up a soundproofing charm, and then summoned the snake that had been guarding the neighborhood to ask about the child after he left.

After hearing that the child had been wounded by a stupid Muggle and then saved by his servant Snape, Riddle's brow furrowed, and a blood-colored storm appeared in his blue eyes.

And when he stepped into the hut again, it was already sunset.

[Riddle!] You're back! ]

Before entering the house, he lifted the defensive spell on his body, and then after entering the house, he steadily caught the slender figure that almost rushed into his arms with a gust of wind.

With a big smile on his face and eyes like pigeon's blood rubies, he didn't seem to have anything out of the ordinary.

Obviously, the child didn't want to see that she was hurt.

"Hmm."

Touching Opal's long silver-white hair, which had been left at the shoulder blades at the moment, Riddle looked flat: "I'm back." ”

Looking at the smaller figure in his arms, the deepest part of his blue eyes, the ice finally slowly melted.

The stupid Muggles who dared to hurt this child didn't even see the sunset at this moment - it was still too merciful to use the belly of the forest python as their burial place.

[Huh?] ]

After throwing himself into Riddle's arms, Opal seemed to wrinkle his nose, and when he looked up again, his red eyes were already full of worry, [Riddle is injured?] ]

"Why do you say that?"

[Because, there is...... The smell of blood. ]

Opal's slightly hesitant voice made Riddle's eyebrows slightly raised: "Hate? ”

I almost forgot that the "Children of Gaia" are vegetarians and have always hated blood and killing.

[No, because it's Riddle.] ]

In response, Opal's little head shook rapidly, [only, not wanting to see Riddle hurt.] ]

The voice was a little muffled, as if to prove it, the hand on his waist was clenched harder.

"I'm not hurt."

In a faint tone, Riddle took a step back and looked at the child standing in front of him, "It's just, kill a few people." ”

[Killing?] ]

The red eyes widened slightly, as if surprised, and then turned into doubt, [What is 'killing'? ]

"It's just to make people immobile and cold."

Riddle's furrowed brows softened, and he was really just a simple child, and he didn't even understand the meaning of "killing", and I was afraid that he didn't have a concept of "death".

Opal's brow furrowed—but she was simply tormented by how to find the right example without arousing suspicion: [Like the little bird that was buried by Opal that day?] ]

"Well, like the wild cat that attacked the bird, this act of taking life away from the bird's body. The act of directing the subject to a human being is called 'killing'. ”

The blue eyes stared at the child in front of him, as if watching her reaction.

What would this kid do?

Is it because of his disgust, or is it ......

[That's right...... However, if you kill it, you can kill it. ]

The bowed eyebrows finally stretched, and there was not the slightest haze in the red eyes that stared at Riddle, [It's just part of the cycle of life anyway.] Next time Riddle asked Opal for help, Opal would be happy to help. ]

Did he find the wrong explanation?

Because of this unexpected answer, Riddle was slightly stunned, then blocked his eyes and laughed softly.

yes, how did he forget.

This child is a blank slate, and the inheritance of being the "son of Gaia" will make her naturally regard humans as part of the living species, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

Just because he is him, he trusts him so wholeheartedly, relies on him, and doesn't care about right or wrong.

Such a child......

[Riddle?] ]

As if puzzled, he tugged at Riddle's cloak, and Obal wrote doubts in his eyes, [What's wrong?] ]

Looking at the pigeon's blood-red eyes flashing with concern in front of him, the original smile finally froze faintly on the corner of his lips - it was a smile from the heart.

"Nothing, Opal, I'm just happy."

Patting the little head again, Riddle closed his eyes slightly.

Maybe it's really like what the witch said, this kid......

is special and can make him ...... Deliver the existence of the so-called "trust".