"Tick~" Outside the window, the rain is still flowing.

The thunder had stopped on the ground.

"Tick~" is the sound of liquid dripping again

Ziyan looked at his hands, and at this moment, his own blood slid down from his hands, dripping on the floor, echoing in his heart.

On the ground, in addition to Ziyu's corpse, there were two more corpses of young men, who were wearing pure white uniforms, like angels in white in the hospital.

The memories of being buried by him revived with the blood flowing from his hands, and he did not escape his past, nor the fact that he was a monster.

Anger, screams, killing, grief...... Strength flowed in his blood, and he felt that he was invincible now, but he was alone.

It was the first time he had experienced this feeling since waking up from the incubator, loneliness...... It was still raining outside the window, he was in the eaves, he didn't have to be afraid of anything, he wouldn't get wet from the rain, but the girl who would dry his hair was dead......

"Brother... Brother ......"

The girl's light call seemed to come from a distant heaven, but at this time, Ziyan was confident that she would not miss any sound.

He looked behind him, and there, a phantom in the shape of Ziyu slowly emerged......

……

"Brother, do you like bedtime stories?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"Then I'll tell you well, Xiaoyu may not be as good as my mother......"

On the edge of the small bed, the girl gently unfolded a book called "The Ring of the Nibelon" and began to tell.

The boy closed his eyes and listened, and there was silence.

He thanked God for allowing him to escape and to have such a family to fill himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, his eyelashes were wrinkled, as if he was worried about how to tell such a huge story, she would follow him at school, like a little tail, but at home she was like a big sister, taking care of herself who was "ignorant of the world".

"In order to fight against the prophesied Ragnarok, the god-king Odin made the dwarves create a magic sword that symbolizes glory and destruction from the iron of the underworld, and in order to prevent the curse from affecting the sword-wielder, he also made the hilt of the sword from the trunk of the World Tree to protect the bearer. The sword is named Grammer. ”

"He grazed the sword into the branches of the Tree of Children, and promised that whoever drew it would become a hero and master of the sword."

And the only person who drew the sword was his son, Siegmund. God cannot interfere in everything, so He is Odin's hope on earth. ”

"However, Siegmund's love affair angered Odin's wife, and in one battle, Odin reduced Gramer to pieces with the eternal spear Gangnir, and Siegmund died by his opponent's sword when the weapon was suddenly destroyed."

"Odin excludes his favorite daughter, the wise Valkyrie, and Brünnhilde to kill Siegmund's wife and children, and retrieve the fragments of Grammer."

"But Brunhilde's kindness caused her to disobey the will of the god-king Odin, and finally allowed Siegmund's wife to leave with Grammer the sword in the tree."

"Odin, the god-king who learned of all this, was furious, and he imprisoned Brunhilde into a deep sleep from which he could not wake up, and cursed that she would never disobey the command of the man who had awakened her."

"The evil god Loki was greatly touched when he learned about Brünnhilde, and he turned into a flame with his divine power to protect Brünnhilde from mortal desecration, and blessed him in the flames, only the truly brave can survive the fire of the evil god and awaken Brünnhilde."

……

"Brother... Brother...... Have you ever heard of the Evil God's Fire? ”

"No, it's a story in a book, it's not real."

"Oh, even if it's a real evil god fire, it will definitely not stop my brother!" The girl's voice echoed through the room from far and near.

Ziyan's breathing became shorter, and he clung to his hair like an exhausted beast, frantically trying to recall some of the past.

The closer he felt to the past, the closer he got to the beast!

He turned his head suddenly, and his bloodied right hand reached out like an eagle's claw, capturing the phantom of the woman behind him.

He pinched the other man's neck like a lion tearing at the veins of his prey, leaving no trace of strength.

"Uhhh

"Uhhh

Screams and roars erupted from both mouths at the same time, and the whole world began to turmoil.

The blood in the hands is gone, the corpses on the floor are gone, the beds are gone, the houses are gone, and even the thunder, rain, and clouds in the sky are gone......

"Bang—" It was like the sound of the world shattering, and the sky was shattering like a mirror.

The phantom of the quilt Ziyan holding his throat slowly dissipated......

He looked at the empty palm of his hand and then at the world around him.

There was no darkness, no cots, only deep purple flames scorching his soul.

"You just have to move forward." A word rang in his ears

He took heavy steps and walked forward.

The flames scorched his clothes, his hair, his skin, his flesh and soul, but his pace was not affected in the slightest.

"Feeling painful? It's good to get used to suffering, and you'd better never feel happiness, because happiness is a luxury that only those who have a place to live in deserve to seek......"

"Don't lean your shoulder on someone else, if that person leaves you one day, you may lose even the ability to walk yourself......"

"Stop your steps, you are far from knowing how powerful your enemies are, and they trample you to death like plucking a flower......"

Demonic whispers echoed in his ears, his clothes and hair had turned to ashes, and he felt as hungry and thirsty as he had fallen on that rainy night, thirsting for redemption......

His blood seemed to evaporate, his flesh began to burn, his pupils turned to ashes, he looked like a burning skeleton.

And he walked quietly and alone in the midst of the fire, as solemn as death, as quiet as a god......

Finally, the flames dissipated, and the willows brightened.

The pitch-black door suddenly opened out in the distance behind him, and a figure was thrown out like a rag bag, and at the same time a pair of small feet stepped on this beautiful and peaceful land.

"Future Ziyan" opened his eyes, and he felt the breeze blowing through his hair, bringing a trace of coolness and dissolving the bruises around his body.

He saw an incomparably large tree, reaching into the sky like a sharp sword.

The roots of the giant tree were soaked in a clear spring, two of which had dried up, of which there were three springs.

"There was no residue to be seen along the way, and it seems that his was reduced to ashes in my father's flames." Hela looked at the shocked "Ziyan" with pity, and there was no lack of contempt in the pity.

"No, you're wrong!" Suddenly, "Ziyan" interrupted her words

"The fact that I am here proves that his existence is not dead!"

"You're so conceited, you treat us like ants to not try to watch the thread of fate of the 'two ants'!"

"If you look at it, you'll see that we're the same person!"

Hela froze in place, she didn't refute the other party's ridicule, she no longer had the strength to deal with the other party's words.

For she saw that in the spring her sister, Brunhilde, was sleeping soundly

And on the banks of the spring, a skeleton stood like a straight spear.

"He, how could he get here, he must be dead!"

She muttered to herself

"Plop~" A soft sound came,

Hela stared at the bamboo pole-like figure, and her eyes were about to split!

Because the skeleton that only knows how to move forward has stepped into the final fountain of fate!