"What kind of slate is that?" asked Gwen. It reminded her of an e-ink electronic device.

"Oh, this?" Vivien turned to show her the 'mat'. It appears to be a carbonstone slab, mesmerized by some transformation spells. When touched, words and numbers can be engraved on it. "Ah, you're Australian, aren't you? Frontier cities are not allowed to import Smart Mackay Technologies. ”

"Haha, we're pretty backward people. Gwen tried to deflect an embarrassing inferiority complex. Is there such a distinction? Does that mean that Tier 1 cities have computing engines and modern conveniences? Do they have internet?

"Hey, I'm going to kill someone for your piece of black Angus Aurora steak, though, they're expensive. You must always eat over there. From what I saw in the footage, they were all over the place. ”

"Yes, we eat these things a lot," Gwen lied, feeling strange that she had never heard of such a thing. Maybe she'd eaten cows before? Gwen couldn't tell. Often, the food comes up and she eats it.

"Ahh "Okay, now that your basic biometrics are done, some important questions. ”

"Shoot. ”

"Have you ever had a relationship with a magical creature?"

Gwen winked innocently as she looked at the good doctor.

"I need a yes or no," Dr. Miao said solemnly.

"Nope. ”

"Good. ”

"Have you ever been in a relationship with a half-human?"

“...”

"No, is that a thing? in a first-tier city?"

"You'll be amazed......"

"Okay. ”

"Have you ever had a life—"

"Nope. ”

"Yes. Vivian studied Gwen from head to toe. The girl clearly didn't look like the taciturn, nerdy kind of person. "Go on. ”

"Have you never been to school? for example, substance abuse, mental illness, or temporary insanity. ”

"Temporary insanity?"

"For example, magic or illusions. ”

"I ...... Ever been hooked?"

"That's true. ”

Gwen fell silent. Does a short attack count? Edgar counted? That bastard had penetrated deep into her heart, even touching her soul. Gunther tells her that Moyer killed him. Speaking of her father, how is he? Where would he be now?

"Nope. ”

Vivien smiled.

"Okay. ”

"That's all. I'll help you generate cards when you need them. Vivien smiled at her. "If you need it. ”

"What's going on now?"

"Now you go to a temporary place of residence. ”

A message spell flashed across Vivian's face, and she cautiously touched her ear with her fingers.

"Yes, we're done. You can take her now. ”

Gwen stepped into her shoes and felt the new leather bullets.

"Oh my gosh. Vivien looked up from her seat, her pencil-thin legs coiled around her dark olive pencil skirt. Her eyes scanned Gwen's white legs, white sneakers and her antique white shorts made her look even whiter. "Very impressive, Ms. Song. You're sure you never have

"No," Gwen interrupted before she could bring up something shameful. "I'm only sixteen after all. ”

"I'm almost 17 years old. Vivien smiled. "If you're going to spend money here, I'll bring a piece of cake. ”

"What?" Gwen's eyes were as big as walnuts, her hazel balls expanding.

Her birthday is in May! or March!

The double doors opened.

Two men in olive uniforms came over and saluted the doctor.

"Escort prisoner No. 1406 to the blockade area. ”

"Containment Zone?!" Gwen snapped in surprise. What kind of taxidermy is she?A jaw-dropping alien species?What is this place?What are they doing?"1406?!"

Did she be taken to another world in 1984? Are they going to room 101 now?!Will there be rats?

When Gwen refused to leave the scene, one of the men chanted professionally, "Please don't come with us unexpectedly." ”。

"Vivien, tell me..."

"Hopefully I won't see you, Gwen, and if I do, I'll bring cake!" said the doctor happily.

"No, wait!"

The men grabbed her by the arm and pushed her out of the room. These people are not like Wei. They have little patience and even less delicacy. They are infantry, infantry, and here they shut up and do their duty. When Gwen calms down to observe them, she notices something that shocks her.

They are savages!

The soldiers are all non-magical, normal people!

Will she be able to escape? Surely she will be able to defeat Noams.

Gwen felt a sting of lightning coalesce in her body, responding to her thoughts. A guard gripped her arm tightly until her muscles began to ache, which was sure to leave a bruise on her delicate skin.

"I won't. He kept moving her. His companion didn't say anything, and his face was completely robotic.

They took her down another hallway, another, another.

Then they pushed open a set of double doors.

Gwen was greeted by a long corridor that was featureless and colorless. The containment is a row of units with a thick layer of plexiglass at the entrance and no visible entry point. A total of five cells make up the entire rectangular space, giving the air a chill and a malicious chill.

One of the guards activates a hidden glyph, and Gwen is pushed into the cell, traveling between plexiglass with the sensation of sliding between molecules. Another spell and transparent walls are once again incomprehensibly solid. The cell has a stainless steel bathroom throne, fixed to a water dispenser. Next to it is a foam bed with white sheets. The floor is made of cement-gray tiles, and the rest of the room is seamless molded concrete.

Gwen leaned against the wall and turned her head to glare at the guard, who ignored her and stepped back without saying a word.

The transparent glass windows exude an impenetrable aura.

These walls look particularly good at resisting all attacks.

Then the floor began to creak.

Gwen felt her mana run out as an unnatural fatigue enveloped her body. She felt as if she had been training for hours, depleting her reserves again and again.

She tries to get close to her astral body, but finds herself unable to look inward into the inner world. Even her logo felt weakened, barely against her willpower. Her ring also felt dormant and unapproachable, though the passive effects seemed to have no effect. She tries to summon Ariel or Caliban, but Spell Siegel is silent, and her acquaintances are sluggish in their pockets.

Gwen felt an unsolicited sense of mental exhaustion welling up in her heart. She collapsed on her bunk, feeling the solid steel beneath the thin foam pound mercilessly against her hips.

Her magic...

It felt like she had lost a leg.

Even in her most desperate moments, a raging torrent of elemental mana stayed with her, flowing through her veins. Now she doesn't even have that.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing, breathing noticeably faster.

"Calm down," she said to herself. "Eve. ”

"Eve. "Eve. "Eve. ”

Her heart rate slowed down.

She felt lethargic and exhausted.

Why can't she be in the hold of the Sanden cargo ship?

Maybe her current situation is just a dream. Maybe when she wakes up, she'll be between the two bulkheads, and Xiao Yue will try to wake her up, suffocating her with her big funny boobs. Gwen wished she was awake, but that only made her more sleepy.

"Ah, the unknowable power of higher benevolence," she pleaded with the general. Please make this a nightmare.

Her alarm went off, a screaming cat meow, probably the indistinct cry of a baby during the night. It grew louder and louder until it filled her ears like tinnitus.

Her eyes opened suddenly.

Awakening rituals.

The Stone of Awakening flickered faintly.

"Well, you do have some affinity......," the instructor noticed, but his expression was distant. "But I don't see a single signal ... His words felt like a death sentence.

Next to them, Xiao Yue celebrates her newfound love for fire.

At school, snotty girls and giggling boys sneered at her, whispering that she was just wasting air by standing there. "She should transfer to a vocational school," they mocked her viciously. She has a place that belongs to her, but not in the magic class.

"Close your pie holes and fuck it!" Xiaoyue's firecracker sound blew away those shrill whispers, and Avia gently held her hand. A pale smile appeared on Gwen's pale face.

"Thanks, Xiaoyue. Thanks, Eve. ”

Mother's disappointment.

Father's indifference.

Percy's advantage.

Vain training.

Field trips.

"Are you coming?" Mr. Crusoe's face vanished, and the illusory charm faded until he revealed Edgar, the grey mage in a turban. Deborah was restrained and twisted Gwen's arm into an impossible angle.

"Don't hurt her, I'll go with you," Yue's voice came, with fear and disgust.

Gwen felt Debra's motionless bronze flesh pierce deep into her delicate skin, the pain severe enough to make her whimper.

"See?" Edgar smiled fiercely. "Especially with a little persuasion. ”

Then they were in the cave with the eggs of the rainbow snake. Gwen looked at Yue in horror with glazed eyes and smiled dreamily.

Alessia would be lovely

Gwen screamed frantically, and when Edgar walked into the country, she began to consume her friend's hostility. She felt something build up inside her, boiling, overflowing. It was pitch black, like a listless pustule releasing its malicious energy.

Edgar stared at his displaced arms and legs in disbelief, then moved away. Fortunately, he had a meat shield at hand to withstand Gwen's attacks.

After all, who would have thought that this girl would be an empty user?

"No!" Gwen heard herself crying.

Funeral.

Gwen hunched over with guilt.

Yue Yangming's coffin was closed for the ceremony.

Henry stood next to her, gloomy in a dark tweed jacket and gray wool vest.

"You can be honest with me, kid. For you, for Alesia, I will take care of you to the best of our ability. What do you say?"

"I want power," Gwen began. "I want to save my friend's power. If I were any stronger...... her eyes died, and two hazel-red stones stared into the distance, welling up from the long-dried tears.

"You're going to get it," Henry chanted, but with power comes a sense of duty. ”

The old man spoke of obligation, of the remorse that Dominion brings. Gwen nodded. As long as Henry was willing to teach her, she would agree to anything. She is willing to give everything.

Fruitful training.

Elvia's comprehension.

Gunther's kindness.

Mark Chandler's Mission.

Blackheath.

Gwen woke up from the massacre of the Caliban, scared and alone, whimpering and crying like a crying child. She thought she was ready to do anything, but not for that.

Gunther appeared in his strong arms like the faces of Apollo and Gwen, finally feeling safe. Gunther had nothing to teach her, though. There was nothing left in the slave's yard.

Her familiar person was already well fed.

"Debbie!"

Deborah's face moved away from Gwen's, and a silver thread of saliva parted between them. Deborah put her arms around Gwen's waist and pulled her closer. Gwen's heart was still trembling at the refusal of the immobile Gunther Schultz. Deborah's interest is the panacea she needs. Gwen kissed back without thinking, letting the fire continue to burn, blazing in the long cold outback nights.

Deborah's warm body.

Uncle's invitation.

Pesci's respect.

Elvia's company.

Only Deborah gave Gwen what she wanted.

Deborah says she loves her.

Gwen didn't say anything.

But it works.

They kissed again.

When she opened her eyes, they were in Rossbay. A faceless companion, a substitute for Xiao Yue, whom he never liked, is like a meaty kebab of lamb on a mermaid's spear. Elvia nonchalantly rushed forward to heal the poor turf, weeping as the fatal wound freed her entrails.

Gwen desperately fired an empty arrow, but her constitution was too weak, and she was already skinny.

Elvia's corpse, like a worn-out doll, a bloodstained toy, fell beside her.

Alexia pulled her away. There is no time to grieve.

Her master must go back to the cave or it will be all over.

Deborah grabbed Gwen by the arm and pulled her away.

"No!" Gwen groaned, hugging Deborah's arm fiercely. "Don't eat me! For fucking sake, don't! Spare me, kill me, but it's not like that!"

"It's the only way we can be strong. Ruth explained to her that you were too weak. ”

Gwen fell as she began her horrible work with a blank face. In desperation, she poured everything she had into her summoning signal, feeling like it was filled with life-draining darkness.

"You can't have it!it's mine!my!" she screamed frantically. She channeled everything, felt the last dust in her consciousness fade away, and would rather kill herself than be eaten by a skin resurfacer.

When she got Moyer's unicorn necklace, she stopped.

There was a moment of hesitation.

A black hole tore the sky apart, suffocating Sydney with its fading light, engulfing everything.

Gwen jumped.

What the fuck is that?, she thought to herself, feeling her skin smooth out with glistening cold sweat and sticking to the suffocating futon.

The room was pitch black. Was it night? Did they turn off the lights? What kind of dream was it? No, it was more of a waking nightmare than a dream. Was it the night terrors caused by her anxiety? Gwen tried to adjust her train of thought. That disturbing sight felt so real, so real, so organic and intimate.

"Gwen?" she whispered from the next room. Familiar sounds. At this moment, a voice that she hated.

Gwen felt her voice tremble, anger, joy, fear, and disgust mingling into a fickle mood. "Dad, what's wrong...... What the fuck is going on? Why am I here?"

"Don't say it...... Go to sleep. Everything will be fine tomorrow. ”

"I don't ...... I

"Shhhhh Tomorrow. ”

Gwen tried to shut up, but her kind-hearted image of a girl had run out of energy.

"What about tomorrow?" Gwen spat violently in the dark. "What does that mean? Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow! until we die in the dust!"

"What are you talking about? Is that a poem?" Moyer hissed next door. "Get some sleep. You're going to need it. ”

But can she sleep now?

"Daddy?"

"Really?"

"Fuck you. ”

“...“

There, it all ended. Now she can sleep.

Eve. Gwen chanted in her head like a spell. One night. Two nights. Three nights.

Slowly, inevitably, into the intermittent period of sleep.

Thankfully, there were no nightmares this time.