The setting sun shines through the glass windows and casts on the burnt living room.

An old, large desk that sits right at the intersection of light and dark.

Alan sat on the sunny side, a stainless steel cup in his hand containing a warm, dark brown drink.

Residents of Villefranche use the powder from this mutated plant nut as a substitute for coffee.

After tasting it, Alan felt that the taste was more like burnt soy milk.

It's not a good drink, but for those born before the Cataclysmic Era, it can at least provide some nostalgia and solace for the civilized life that has passed.

It's no wonder that this drink is very popular among the elderly.

On the shady side of the desk, an old-fashioned armchair sits alongside.

The gray-haired old man sat in an armchair with the same cup of "coffee" in his hand.

The old man wore a black trench coat that almost blended in with the shadows.

The sight that shoots out from the left eye contains a powerful magic.

Whenever his gaze rested on Alan's face, it always caused a slight tingling.

The old man's right eye was obscured by a strangely shaped blindfold.

The blindfold looks like a metal compass with a slightly quivering compass, which looks very strange.

This strange old man is Cato and Anne's adoptive father, Professor Butler.

Two days ago, Alan came to the "Liberty City", a shelter under the control of the "Wings of Freedom".

Professor Butler happened to be away from home at the time.

It took two days for Alan to get a chance to visit him.

"Prophet, have you considered my advice?"

The old man's hoarse voice broke the silence in the room.

Alan nodded slightly.

"Professor, I'm willing to take your test to prove that everything I say can stand the test of time."

From the moment he regarded himself as a "prophet", he knew that the profession of a god stick could not be eaten by just playing tricks.

Professor Butler seemed unimpressed by his claims to be prophets who came to save the world with divine will.

Just out of politeness, he didn't reprimand him for being a liar to his face.

proposed to use his "mind reading" to test how credible Allen's self-proclaimed prophetic identity is.

At the very least, you have to deceive yourself before you deceive people, otherwise you can debunk it at a glance.

Alan felt that he was on someone else's turf and should be questioned.

With his consent, Professor Butler raised his right hand and touched the compass embedded in his right eye with his index finger, turning the compass in a circle.

Curious, Alan silently watched his strange movements.

Click!

Inside the compass, there was a sound similar to unlocking.

Then, the compass opened, revealing dark eye sockets.

Just when Alan was secretly wondering, a strange scene appeared.

An eyeball popped out of Professor Butler's right eye socket.

It's like the chiming bird that pops up on an old-fashioned clock on the hour.

The eyeball dragged the blood vessels and nerve bundles, flew out of Professor Butler's eye socket, and was suspended in mid-air.

Hipils stared at Allen, emitting a dizzying glow.

In reality, Eren was a ninth-order warlock after all.

With years of experience in spell recognition, I can see that this strange eyeball is casting spells on itself.

Or according to this wasteland world, it's called "visual kei superpowers".

The composition of superpowers is complex.

Eren identified "True Knowledge", "Mind Detection", and a host of hypnotic and hallucinogenic spell configurations.

All of these spell effects are nothing on their own.

But fused together, it's comparable to 9 rings of magic!

From the very beginning of the meeting, Allen was observing Professor Butler.

He was sure that the professor's own mana was not yet up to the level of a ninth-order warlock.

But this strange eyeball parasitic in his body has a 9-ring spell-casting ability, which is incredible!

Fortunately, Alan had already taken precautions.

Before entering Professor Butler's office, he used the "Prayer Technique" to simulate the 8-ring "Spiritual Barrier" in advance and blessed himself.

With this enchantment, the mind-reading and hypnotic attempts of the strange eyeballs were successfully blocked.

Moments later, the eyeball retracts into Professor Butler's eye socket.

With a click, the compass blindfold closed.

"Prophet, your heart is unfathomable."

Professor Butler said meaningfully.

Allen's gaze turned to the corner of the desk.

Next to the pen holder, there is a Bible with a faded cover.

So he smiled slightly and responded:

"Thou shalt not tempt the Lord your God."

Professor Butler was stunned for a moment, and took a sip from his coffee cup to hide his inner throbbing.

After a while, he put down his coffee cup and regained his composure.

"Prophet, I am very surprised that you said that you lived in seclusion in the ruins of Kangzhen for a year, eating the flesh and blood of the Titans, drinking contaminated water, and not infecting the Titan cells."

"To tell you the truth, my assistants and I have been working on generic carcinogenesis inhibitors over the years."

"It's a pity that there is a lack of a medicinal material monopolized by Solomon, and the effect of generic drugs is far less than that of the genuine version."

"If what you say is true, then I have reason to suspect that you, as a rare natural person in this world, are naturally immune to Titan cell infection."

"If you are willing to provide me with a blood sample for my research, I may be able to develop a specific drug that inhibits cancer."

"Prophet, since you are God's messenger and have a sacred mission to save the world, you will not hesitate to give a little blood."

Alan picked up the coffee cup and pretended to sip calmly.

I scolded Butler, the old fox.

it! Moral kidnapping is quite slippery!

I have to say that this move just hit his soft underbelly.

Who made him call himself a prophet and stand on the moral high ground and pretend to be a coercion?

If he refuses to provide blood and develops anti-cancer drugs to cure diseases and save lives, he is tantamount to tearing off the sacred mask with his own hands and losing his moral superiority, how can people believe that he is a true prophet?

However, Allen was reluctant to accept Professor Butler's moral kidnapping.

His blood can indeed restrain the Titan cells.

This trump card must be firmly held in your own hands.

How can you cheapen Butler, an old fox, to make a wedding dress for someone else?

How do you reject Butler's moral kidnapping?

Taking advantage of the coffee break, Allen's mind was spinning.

Suddenly, he had an idea and knocked over the coffee cup.

Syllable!

The cup fell on the table, bouncing and tumbling.

At the same time, Alan collapsed in his chair, his eyes rolled and his mouth foamed, and his hands trembled wildly, as if he was going crazy.

Professor Butler was so frightened by Allen's strange behavior that he stood up, and really thought he was going crazy.

Hurriedly bypassed the desk and trotted over to check.

"Prophet! Prophet! It doesn't matter to you, right? ”

Alan shuddered, his eyes widened.

The dilated pupils seem to be about to burp.

Professor Butler hesitated for a moment, then opened the drawer, rummaging through the emergency medication.

At this time, Alan suddenly sat up straight, with a solemn expression.

"Uh...... Prophet, do you feel better? ”

Professor Butler asked tentatively.

"What was wrong with you just now? Looks serious. ”

"I'm not sick."

Alan interrupted him in an unquestioning tone.

"In fact, I just received a revelation from God, and the symptoms of madness you see are exactly how I communicate with God."

Professor Butler stopped talking.

It's really hard to say whether Allen's words are true or false.

After all, according to various gospels and ecclesiastes, prophets and saints throughout the ages have indeed had such symptoms of madness when they received divine revelation.

In the old days, there were several classic paintings that depicted this kind of psychic scene of heaven and man.

Professor Butler was a very cultivated person, and although he did not fully believe in the theory of "divine revelation", he would not criticize it.

"Professor, I have the blood of God in my veins."

Seeing that Professor Butler was frightened by his whim-smacked madness, Allen pretended to be deep and intensified:

"Mortals who accept my divine blood and remove the Titan cells will also lose all their superpowers and the ability to survive in this cruel era, which is probably not the result you are happy to see."

"Thankfully, God is merciful, and when he closes a door, he also opens a window."

"Just now, I received a revelation from God and a glimpse of a way to salvation that is the best of both worlds."

Alan made a gesture of prayer with a solemn expression.

"In seven weeks, I will follow the divine revelation and create holy water with miraculous powers."

"Patients taking holy water can not only suppress cell mutations, prolong their lifespan, but also retain their existing superpowers."

"But before I can do that, I have to fulfill a mission."

"Professor, this is not only my mission, but also the test you have to endure to prove that you are worthy to step into the gates of heaven!"

Professor Butler crossed his hands and rubbed his thumbs against each other, as if he was engaged in a fierce inner struggle.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Prophet, how can I help you on your mission?" ”

Alan smiled slightly, and finally got back to the point.

"Thirteen years ago, there was an accident at the Salomon Institute, where one hundred and forty-four researchers suffered, and the Titan cells were leaked to the outside world because of this accident."

"Professor, of course you know that this accident is the starting point of the Age of Calamity, the source of all disasters in the world."

"The first 144 sufferers are the Lamb of the Lord, and I need to know how they are and try to get close to them."

Professor Butler frowned.

"Prophet, I have bad news and good news for you in addition to sympathy for those who are unfortunate."

"The good news is that thirteen years after the accident, they are all alive and well cared for."

"The bad news is...... They are only living in a biological sense, and are still asleep. ”

"Nor will it be allowed to be awakened for the foreseeable future."

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Alan stared at the professor, "Since they're all in a vegetative state, why aren't they allowed for arousal therapy?" ”

"Because it's more valuable for Salomon to keep these people asleep than to wake up."

Professor Butler smiled wryly.

"My old friend, Dr. Solomon, spent a lot of money studying these sleepers, and found that the Titan cells that multiplied in their bodies also became mild as the physiological activity of the host decreased, and there were some subtle mutations that existing theories could not explain and could not replicate."

"Drawing blood from a sleeper and injecting it into an infected person can effectively curb the progression of cancer."

"In fact, the serum extracted from the bodies of these sleepers is the second key raw material for carcinogenesis inhibitors!"

"Imagine if you wake up these sleepers, the titan cells in the body will also become active, and no one knows if their blood will lose its anti-cancer function."

"Prophet, awakening the sleeping means the risk of losing extremely valuable anti-cancer medicines, and Dr. Solomon and the consortium behind him are certainly not willing to take such a risk."

In order to continuously produce carcinogenesis inhibitors, even if there is now a supernatural way to awaken vegetative people, these living "plasma bags" must obey the will of capital and continue to sleep.

Until it is squeezed out of the last trace of use.

Alan knew that his self in this world, "Dr. Allen", was one of the one hundred and forty-four sleeping "plasma bags".

"Those unfortunate victims, in a long slumber, may dream that they have traveled to another world and become the protagonist of an adventure."

Professor Butler casually made a joke.

Alan couldn't laugh at it.

To him, this is a hellish joke in the truest sense of the word!

……

Half a month later.

Metropolitan shelters, subway tunnels.

The rise and fall of rail transit has witnessed the history of the city.

Founded at the beginning of the 20th century, with a total length of more than 1,000 kilometers and an extensive metro network, it was once the pride of the city's residents.

Today, subway traffic in the city has long been paralyzed.

The cobweb-like subway tunnels have become shelters for escapists

The slums are still infested with ferocious Titanmon from time to time.

The Solomon Corporation's Ministry of Public Security, the Ditch Gang, the No. 1 underworld organization in the Metropolitan Vault, also operates the subway tunnel as its own turf.

In the eyes of surface residents with legal online identities, the dark and filthy subway tunnels are always associated with robbery, rape and homicide.

At midnight.

In the dim subway tunnel, two figures appeared.

A man over two meters tall, in his early thirties, with a strong body and a thick beard.

Gray-blue eyes, emitting a gaze that can penetrate the darkness and see mosquitoes flying by hundreds of feet away.

The little boy next to the strong man did not have the supernatural dark vision of his father.

Afraid of stumbling and falling in the dark, he grabbed his father's hand and walked along the rusty rails.

The titan cells in the seven-year-old boy's body became cancerous prematurely, making his abdomen, hands and feet look extremely bloated.

The pale and immature little face also has signs of puffiness caused by the spread of cancer.

After walking not far away, I couldn't help but gasp for air, and dense beads of sweat oozed from my forehead.

When the strong man heard the boy's gasp, he crouched down and motioned for him to climb on his back.

The boy shook his head and insisted on walking on his own.

The strong man sighed, there was no reluctant and stubborn son.

"Dad, how long do I have to live?" The boy asked.

The strong man was silent.

He didn't want to lie to his son, and he didn't want to hurt his son's confidence in recovery, so he could only remain silent.

"Dad, you shouldn't stay with me."

The boy said to himself.

"Because I could 'bang' at any moment, like old John did when he died, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Daddy! You should put me in a secluded place and leave me alone and quiet while my mother comes to pick me up and take me to heaven...... If there is a paradise. ”

"Werther, don't be stupid!"

The father finally couldn't help but interrupt his son's words.

"The person we're going to see tonight is here to bring you medicine."

"As long as you are willing to obediently take injections and take medicine, you will get better soon."

That being said, the man knew in his heart that he was cheating on his son.

As an escapist, he voluntarily gave up his online identity and begged for a living in the underground world, like a rat in the gutter.

Personally, he doesn't regret his choice.

However, considering his son's health and future, if he had been able to swallow his anger and retain his online identity, he would now be able to get free anti-cancer drugs...... The poor boy will not have to suffer this sin with himself.

As the leader of the "Ditch Gang", the "A-class wanted criminal" whom Salomon Company has offered a bounty for capture, he has no turning back, and can only pin his hopes on Professor Butler.

Although the reputation of this generic drug is not good, the efficacy is far less than the genuine version, and I am afraid that it will not save the boy who has entered the advanced stage of cancer.

But what hope is there but to try to grasp this life-saving straw?

……

Ask for a recommended ticket for a commuter pass

(End of chapter)