An orphan of the Ascended One, who had just escaped from the Trials, was speeding through his "secret home" system.

There was a tiny fragment of the Shroud known only to him, and this passage had helped him escape the clutches of his "countrymen" countless times.

Subconsciously, he has regarded this place as "home", a rare place that can stabilize his spiritual world.

Once inside, the hallucinations that disturbed his mind all the time seemed to weaken a little, and the remaining instincts of his body caused his exposed musculature to unconsciously relax.

Only at this time can he be a little far away from that crazy world, and he can have the energy to think about other things, and even say such emotional words.

“…… Woohoo lament, this time I have turned my back on the oracle and ignored it, I am afraid that it will be difficult to become a god again, and I have lived these 2.2 million years in vain......"

He's probably the longest-lived degenerate since the world became chaotic.

The spirit that has been crazy for 2.2 million years, he doesn't know how to stick to it.

At the beginning of his memory, the galaxy had been in such a bad state, and his mother had given birth to him not out of any responsibility, but to find a better body to absorb the diffuse psionic energy.

But his body was clearly a little too good, and in self-defense, he killed his birther and absorbed the pitiful psionic remains.

From the first moment he opened his eyes, he knew the cruelty of this world and struggled to survive.

He survived those who outlived him, and also killed those who had greedy thoughts about him, and practiced the belief of "living" all the time.

However, as psionic energy gradually penetrated every cell of him, he saw more and more hallucinations, and in order to counteract the pain caused by the hallucinations, he had to absorb more psionic energy.

This formed a vicious circle, and at its most extreme, he even continued to lose consciousness for more than five hundred years, until he almost forgot who he was when he was struggling to wake up, and only the illusion of "tearing something" on his limbs still reminded him of the cruelty of this world.

He, and them, had evolved to be able to perceive psionic energy more acutely, and only the sense of touch remained.

And tearing the "compatriots" apart as much as possible and bathing in that warm liquid is a means for them to become stronger faster.

When he was younger, he hated why he was born in this terrible world.

There was no civilization here, and he had no way of knowing what the "ideal world" would look like, but he learned the concept of "home" from a "children's book" that he had accidentally obtained.

He was illiterate, but he could read images, and from that moment on, "home" became the spiritual pillar that kept his chaotic spiritual world from collapsing.

It was not for nothing that he could live for these 2.2 million years, and positive spiritual guidance would eventually make him break down a little slower.

This "secret galaxy", which only he knows, has naturally become the sustenance of "home", and as long as he comes here, he can enjoy a moment of peace.

However, cruelty has never been far from everyone in this galaxy, and below the "tranquility" is full of bloody competition.

“…… Why did you put your life on the line? Let's practice for the time being......"

After the depraved man finished remorse, the whole person turned to the peaceful posture before, familiar like an instinctive sense of greed, even if it was not to be seen, it was manifested in every inch of his muscles.

The spiritual energy in his body began to spread uninhibited because of excitement, forming a faint mist of spiritual energy around him, and he was unwilling to waste a drop of spiritual energy in the past, because of the pleasure of "eating" that he was about to get, he unconsciously changed his mentality.

He stepped on psionic energy and flew into a planet in the galaxy, and gravity didn't seem to have any effect on him.

It's a planet he calls home, but it's actually a hell called home.

You can see a large number of corpses of "compatriots" piled up in a certain crater on the planet. Some of them were still trembling slightly, and they didn't seem to be dead.

When the fallen man arrived, he brought a large rock that fit perfectly into the concave surface of the crater, pressed it into the crater, and writhed and spun it from time to time, making an unpleasant squeezing sound.

It's like pounding garlic, but with a different filling.

The river flowed down the course of the crater into a lake, and the fallen man couldn't wait to enter the lake and enjoy the sumptuous dinner.

— and the Last Supper.

Suddenly there was a crowd in the lake, and it turned out that they were all degenerates like him.

It stands to reason that running for his life is the best solution at this moment, but at this time, this fallen man has only one thought in his heart, and that is to protect his "home".

Completely different spirits appear in the same person, and positive spirits always enable them to do many incredible things as psionic users.

Eventually, the Fallen successfully defended his "home" by killing all the invaders, but he himself was missing most of his body and could no longer survive.

When life and death are dying, the world seems to be much cleaner, there are no torturous illusions, no intrigue socialization, only peace in "home".

As his consciousness faded away, the fallen seemed to notice that one of his blocked memories seemed to be stirred, but he didn't bother to bother with it.

Because he saw the appearance of "God" in the spiritual world, it was a very intellectual, very beautiful guy who was completely different from them.

He always felt that "God" was very similar to them, as if "God" was actually their own kind, but he didn't want to think about it, he just wanted to say what he had held in his heart for a long, long time and had not had the opportunity to say until now:

"God, why did you create this fucking world?"

A dead silence ensued.

Everything that happens in this galaxy is silently watched by some "ascendants".

She was on a strange planet filled with "mechanical" creations that she hated.

But she had to touch these things, because only then could she fully monitor the galaxy.

Naturally, she also heard the last words of the fallen man, perhaps because she did not expect the other party to remain sane when she was dying, and after a moment of silence, she said to herself as if she had answered:

“…… I'm sorry, but ...... I'll try to fix it...... ...... for the mistakes we caused."

With that, she sat back down on a mechanical device full of wiring, and with the sound of electricity ringing, she returned to monitoring the entire galaxy.

And the previous words were not over, and she began to repeat her "responsibility" mechanically as if she wanted to stabilize her spirit.

“…… I was the last of the 'Ascenders', waking up from a long period of freezing......"

“…… I swear never to give up and to pass on the spirit we carry forever. ”

“…… I swear that I will never compromise and give my last drop of blood to fix this galaxy......"

"—no matter what method is used."

(End of chapter)