I didn't know who I was, and since I realized it, I was wandering around the world like a lonely ghost, with no goals or thoughts of my own.

I've been walking in this world like this.

Because I am not human, I can change my age and appearance as I like, but I am not a demon, condensed by aura, I am a conscious humanoid aura.

The only thing I had with was a black knife, and I didn't know where it came from, and it had been there since I had my own consciousness, but I always felt like I was connected to it by blood.

No, I don't have a bloodline, to be precise, it should be a soul connection, maybe it's a product of my soul.

I named it Dark.

I wandered around with darkness and met many human beings, old and young, confused and persistent, good and evil, and even psychologically distorted.

No matter what kind of person it is, when you come into contact with them, the expression on your face is vivid, happy, sad, confused, angry。。。。。 Many, much more.

They say that it is a human emotion, even if it is an animal, it will have the most basic emotions.

So what am I?

It dawned on me that I didn't have any emotions, let alone emotions.

Looking at everyone I have met, the expression on their faces is always vivid.

What does that feel like? How will it feel?

I can't help but pull some people to ask:

"What did you mean by that expression just now?"

Even though he was asking a question, it sounded the same to others as the tone of the statement.

"Sick!"

The person being questioned would only feel inexplicable, and then scolded fiercely, and stayed away from me like a plague.

Even though the answer was almost the same every time, I never gave up.

I persevered for hundreds of years.

And the people I have met have slowly disappeared into the long river of time, turning into a handful of loess, and even the tombstones have been buried.

So what is the purpose of my existence? Is it possible to know if you have emotions?

Looking at the ever-changing people and things around me, I began to wonder the meaning of my existence.

Because of me, it's like forgotten by the world, no one remembers.

On the way to find it, you will inevitably encounter trouble, and I have also killed hundreds of human bandits, perhaps including some innocent villagers.

But I've never felt guilty, and I don't seem to be blessed with killing, even if I have more people who die, for better or worse, I don't have any mood swings.

Looking at the panicked expressions of the people around me, they were afraid of me, I don't know how frightening my appearance was, in their eyes, the girl in front of me was like Shura who had just crawled out of hell, covered in blood, the black knife in her hand was still dripping blood, and the most important thing was that she had killed so many people, she was still expressionless.

Didn't she feel guilty at all?

This kind of demon who treats human life like a mustard should not exist in the first place!

Seeing the hatred in their eyes, I don't know what they're thinking, but I also know that they don't welcome me.

At first, when they were staring at me like this, there would be a strange feeling in my heart, but after a long time, I became numb and didn't care.

I admit that I'm not a good person, and in the eyes of the world, I'm no different from pirates, maybe even more vicious than pirates.

In order to make it easier to find the answers I want, I have always looked like a 10-year-old, and the appearance of a child has brought me two benefits.

At least if a child asks such a strange question, the chances of an answer are increased. Becoming a child doesn't have any effect on my strength, so it's easier for me to let their guard down when fighting.

Day after day, year after year, I just relied on my feelings to find out.

Once again, with my intuition, I came to the East China Sea and landed on the Goa Kingdom, which is known as the most beautiful country in the East China Sea.

When I landed on the island, I heard a young boy's voice drifting into my ears with the breeze, and I was so caught off guard: "What's your name?" ”

Mine, name?

After a moment's pause, I actually answered two words into the air.

"Phantom Moon."