"Poof—"

The delicate little hand twisted slightly, and the neck of the wild goose struggling in his hand was bent like a hemp rope, the bones were broken, the muscles and skin were strangled, and then there was a scream, and the blood flowed and fell completely silent.

The face was covered with blood, red sprinkled all over the kitchen and the handsome little face of the blue-haired little girl, and the little hand picked up the knife and skillfully plucked the feathers off the wild goose's body, and plucked the feathers directly without hot water.

Seeing that the kitchen was full of duck feathers, the two maids standing at the door of the kitchen nervously held hands and leaned against the door panel, not daring to make a single movement.

In their early twenties, they were frightened by the appearance of a girl.

How many times, how many times has this seven-year-old girl done this kind of thing in the kitchen behind her mother's back?

At some point, the Presidential Palace, which only needed to bring in fresh raw meat, became a slaughterhouse for bringing in only live livestock.

I don't know when the meat diet in the presidential palace was changed to fresh meat provided by the president, the first lady or the first lady, or the additional meals provided by the guards and servants.

Originally, this should be a happy thing, but only the cooks who have been to the kitchen and watched the slaughtering process know what this so-called presidential palace slaughterhouse is all about, and what is the first lady who is used by the outside world as innate intelligence, courage and dignified etiquette.

"Click, click—"

In the end, because she felt that it was too unpleasant, after plucking the duck feathers, she abandoned the knife and began to dissect the abdominal cavity and internal organs of the duck directly with her hands.

Today's scene is just ordinary, and the scene of slaughtering pigs and cattle in the past is called a terrible.

A petite little girl held a small short knife in her hand and dismembered a live cow into tenderloin, tendon, hide, steak, offal, and whole pieces of beef in three minutes.

Her water-blue hair was purple and purple with blood all over the ground, her fair little face was stained with blood, and the blade in her hand excitedly cut through life and blood.

The most frightening thing is the smiling face, the smiling face that has been enjoyed with joy and excitement throughout.

The smile was not a distorted and painful smile or a smile that went against the original intention, but a genuine smile that clearly came from the heart and was satisfied and happy from the depths of the heart.

Obviously she is the first lady, she doesn't need to do this kind of thing at all, she obviously has a caring mother and a powerful father, but this girl obviously has no intention of enjoying these things, all she enjoys is the pleasure brought to her by the blade and blood killing in her hand.

When she was young, she didn't know what X love was, but the urge to kill from the heart made her understand what it meant to kill and slaughter since she was a child.

These things were taught from birth by the anger and murder in their father's blood.

The soul of an adult with amnesia does not know what it means to rely on and snuggle in the arms of his mother because of his innate maturity since he was a child, but he is looking forward to the day when he has the opportunity to leave this cage called the presidential palace that limits him, so that he can leave quickly and enjoy his own endless battle.

………………

Why do you like these? Now Estes doesn't know it anymore.

She only remembered that she seemed to have memories since she was born, and she knew and understood many things from the time she was in her mother's womb before she was born.

Those ten months in my mother's womb were so cookie-cutter but so funny.

For ten months there he wrestled all day long with the brutality and ferocity of endless killing and furious intent to crush and occupy his flesh and soul.

Day after day, October and so on.

Thousands of broken, twisted souls rushed towards Estes in a frenzy, one after another, trying to take possession of her soul and body, tearing her soul and personality apart and killing her.

But Estes is stronger than them.

Estes, who has been strengthened by the soul of the previous life and the soul of the time travel, and who has obtained part of the power of his father, is still not as powerful as those broken souls who were split by his father even if his soul is still in a juvenile state.

Although the Shattered and Twisted Soul has a strong soul numerical advantage, it is still incomparable to Estes's powerful spiritual power and bloodline.

Every day, hundreds of souls were killed, and then they were destroyed one by one by Estes.

Burst their heads, smash their skulls, suck their souls into their own bodies to become their own nourishment, and continue to slaughter the rest of their souls.

Ten months, Estes's first childhood was spent like this, at first she was a little confused, but when she found that she liked the feeling very much, she fell in love with the feeling, the pleasure, the killing.

She loves the feeling of screwing the other's head off;

She loves the feeling of smashing the soul body of the other person to pieces;

She likes the feeling of trampling the soul of the other party's whimpering figure under her feet and watching the other party's call;

She likes the pleasure of devouring the other person into her stomach and letting the killing and irritability that are part of her soul cognate become a part of her body;

She loved to hear the screams of stupid, broken souls who wanted to take over their bodies as they devoured and killed them;

She likes to watch the mountains of broken souls under her feet become the nourishment for her own growth and the cornerstone of her own strength.

The ten months in her mother's womb were the process by which Estes went from a mature but blank slate of a soul dyed red by angry and murderous souls, and in the process she adapted and got used to it, and finally enjoyed the feeling.

Natural selection of the fittest to survive.

In the end, when Estes finally had his own consciousness and reason, and finally knew his own existence, he was completely different.

The color of the blood melted into the depths of her soul and became a part of her.

Forgetting his previous life, Estes was born in this world, and the first time he faced the law was to survive from thousands of revenants.

Ten months of killing education had inevitably colored her soul with a color similar to that of her father.

Endless anger was replaced by a more humane color of crimson.

The anger factor, the angry life, is inherited in large numbers by the soul that you have crossed by one accident.

But unlike mere twisted anger, Estes has something more human.

Murder and brutality, which were not originally hers, have been engraved on her soul and become her mark.

Her mother's humanity and gentleness were also inherited by her, but this gentleness was more forgotten by Estes, who made survival the first priority for ten months.

The strong live, the weak eat, and the fittest survive.

For ten months from which he could not escape, this is how Estes spent his first life.

Slaughtered all the thousands of angry souls in his belly that came with his father's spirit.

Kill them, devour them, and digest them for your own use.

The original seven artificial beings were unable to combine with the female souls to form new lives due to the incompleteness of their souls (divided emotions), but the souls that passed through became the medium, and the broken angry souls were all accepted and combined with the mother to form a new life form.

A powerful being between a human and an artificial being

The strongest Estes.

"Doing boring stuff again?"

At this time, President Kim Bradley, who had arrived at the official residence of the presidential palace, returned, and looked at the commonplace chaos in the kitchen and the cook who walked through the door and cowered in the corner to his daughter

"Your mother has been waiting for a long time to come with me."

The voice was cold and majestic, as if it was not his own daughter who was talking to him

"Yes, Father."

Seeing that his father came here in person today, Estes knew that his father must have brought interesting things to him.

Throwing down the almost dismembered duck, he followed with anticipation on his face.