[Wake up.] 】

[Wake up.] 】

Don't run away from your fate. 】

You were born to break free from it. 】

[Whatever it takes. 】

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A distant voice woke her up.

Morgan opened her eyes, only to find herself in a starry sky, and beneath her feet was an endless black earth.

A pale cyan star hung in the sky, constantly twinkling in her pupils, attracting her steps.

Barely on top of her mind, she followed, and some voice in her mind told her to believe in the star, but as she concentrated her efforts to discern it, she could not hear it.

As she walked forward, her footsteps rippling across the earth, like small stones thrown into a pond, and the starry sky began to move with her steps.

And about the hundredth step she took, everything suddenly changed, and the originally quiet and mellow star grew fangs in an instant, turning into a monster with fangs and claws.

The tranquil stars were like a group of hungry predators, advancing rapidly, tangling and twisting, and finally huddled together, but suddenly exploded.

From the explosion, countless dark blue and light purple tendrils stretched out, like two fierce deep sea giant squids, they immediately fought together, and at the same time, countless tentacles stretched out into the boundless sky, as if a large drop of blood had fallen into a wine glass, and the entanglement of blue and purple colors filled her vision in the blink of an eye.

They roared and struggled, from the farthest depths of the void to the immediate encounter, each tendrils and blades fighting for the good of their master, fighting each other to Morgan's side, unceremoniously pulling the newborn child into their arms.

In this way, the power of the gods set off another war in the narrow starry sky, and countless evil thoughts and emotions burst out from the command of their respective main gods, and finally collided and fused, becoming an eyeless whirlpool, enveloping Morgan in it, and rushing towards the unknown forward step by step.

hunger, thirst, distortion, transformation, slackness, curiosity, arrogance, desire, resistance......

They tore at her, in the name of bounty and gods, but without mercy.

Pulling, brute force, dragging, howling.

Until she was overwhelmed.

Until she screamed.

Until that merciless golden light fell from the sky.

The golden light turned into a great sword, an unimaginable world-destroying divine weapon, it slashed down from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it cut through countless fogs and nightmares, and the blue and purple tentacles continued to scream and die in front of this cold golden light, and then, it emitted a monstrous red golden flame, and the terrifying picture scroll that had just covered the sky burned out in an instant.

After doing all this, the golden light sword did not stop at all, it was raised high again, and it slashed hard, tearing a huge crack in the pure black earth, and the crack soon began to expand and collapse, and blood and wails continued to flow from it.

With everything that happened in front of her, Morgan's brain began to ache again, a pain to the bone, as if someone had pierced her eye socket and the bridge of her nose with a knife, hitting the Heavenly Spirit Gai again and again, crushing her skull little by little, and she could even hear the piercing grinding sound swimming in her ears.

She could clearly feel the expansion of the crack in front of her, and her pain began to spread from her forehead all the way to her body, torturing her body and spirit, and the violent force accompanied by a relentless swing made Morgan fall to his knees.

The genoplasm has been fully understood:

This starry sky is not anywhere else from this pure black earth, it is her mind, her spiritual world.

And now, it has been reduced to a place where some of the more terrible beings fight, and it has become a devastated place.

The power of dark blue and deep purple is naturally full of malice, but the seemingly glorious giant sword is by no means simply here to protect her.

The appearance of the Great Rift did not stop the battle from continuing, and the blue and purple tentacles soon returned, fighting with the golden greatsword and fighting each other, and this competition was accompanied by the constant deceit of the three parties, which gradually became meaningless, and finally, the situation stabilized, and the gold, blue, and purple forces were each entrenched in one place, and Morgan's mind was almost divided.

In the blue field, a tall tower was erected; In the purple kingdom, a palace appeared; And the golden sword was unceremoniously inserted into the empty land, carving out the same golden territory.

They rested in peace, leaving Morgan standing before the great chasm, curled up, feeling the pain from the heart.

The will of the gods and the Creator had been turned into indelible steel nails that had been deeply embedded in her mind.

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[Look.] 】

What a ruthless and magnificent scene. 】

[The weak deserve to be slaughtered, don't worry, you will adapt to all this.] 】

Your mania is so powerless, and your pain is the eternal treasure. 】

Now, go and see the blade, a gift from your Creator, and the best proof of plunder and defense, who defends his prey like a wild beast, so that he can be kept to himself...... Thou! 】

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The voice fell silent again, as if it had endless patience waiting for the listener's answer.

I don't know how long it took, but the near-eternal pain finally eased slightly, and Morgan looked up, only to see a small stream of snowflakes slowly falling.

She soon discovered that it wasn't snowflakes, but white souls with teeth and claws: the same countless souls she had devoured before.

They fluttered and landed in the great chasm, like real snowflakes, which soon melted in the muddy ground, but as more and more souls fell, some of them eventually accumulated, making the huge fissure appear insignificant snow white.

With this white appearance, Morgan's brain pain began to weaken at a minimum, and she was able to spare a trace of energy to observe the appearance of the last group of souls: the three most powerful aliens she devoured.

Sure enough, with the appearance of those souls, a cool feeling began to appear, and she watched as the three souls slowly drifted to the bottom of the chasm, and they had accumulated even more snow white than all before.

Morgan stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is already clear.

Although she still can't remember her past, and she still can't recognize who caused this, she already knows where she is.

Her spiritual kingdom was divided between three powerful wills that could not be resisted for the time being, perhaps their founders, or others with bad intentions - but whatever they were, she could not resist them for the time being.

Fortunately, they are just as hostile to each other.

More than that, it was more important to resolve the great chasm in front of her, a huge wound that was constantly expanding, and it was cracking Morgan's volitional realm outwards and downwards every moment, interrupting her thinking and progress with pain.

Suffering......

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[Yes, pain. 】

It is the most universal language, the most simple truth, the greatest cause, and the closest companion in the universe. 】

[It's also a spell you can't escape.] 】

[Look at yourself, pathetic little one, do you know your fate?] 】

[Your great Creator, your cold-blooded Father of Genes, I cannot but be amazed by the gift he has given you. 】

[The golden blade stands there, a symbol of his power and domination, and a means of tyranny and control, let me tell you, little one.] 】

Do you know the Butcher's Nail? The essence of the 10,000-year-old civilization of the other races. 】

[Where the golden blade destroys, where it stands, it will not be more gentle than the butcher's nail, although it will not make you a brass reckless, but it will also drive your fate with pain and power. 】

Because in his eyes, you, the loser, deserve it. 】

——————

Morgan...... Failed product ......"

The voice in memory reappeared with this ruthless conclusion, and the golden sword in the distance slowly shook, as if acknowledging all this.

Distorted voices echoed all around, but Morgan's mind had sunk into deep self-preservation under the torment of pain, and she recorded the voices, but only thought about her own business.

That pain, it has to be resolved, addressed first.

She needed souls, those Alien souls, or those pure black souls......

But not enough.

Morgan held her forehead in distress, the pain that was gradually dissipating made her mind clearer.

Not enough, far from enough, this huge chasm was like a chasm, stretching from her feet all the way to the end of her vision, maybe thousands of meters wide, if she just let those snowflakes fill it, then she would probably have to devour countless worlds, kingdoms and civilizations to be able to do this.

She needed a way, a more efficient way.

——————

[Yes, efficiency. 】

[Efficiency is the crystallization of the galaxy, it is the original driving force of all civilization and destruction. 】

——————

The voice reappeared, and with it, cyan stars streaked out of the skyline and fell in front of her.

——————

You were born as a failure. 】

[But the hatred of the loser is the sweetest.] 】

[No...... Wait, no, look what I'm talking about, you have no idea what hatred is. 】

You have the freedom of anxiety and irritability, but you have no real feelings, whether it is your joys, sorrows, or grievances, they have been completely taken away and completely suppressed by your creator. 】

[In order to make you as useful to him as possible, he is as contrary to the true path as possible, but he really does everything. 】

[Despicable fellow. 】

[It's not in vain that I admire him.] 】

——————

Morgan's eyes narrowed, although she couldn't understand the joys, sorrows, grievances and hatreds mentioned by this voice, but when she heard the so-called deprivation and suppression, her eyes had already subconsciously looked at the giant sword.

The voice was right.

Her innate knowledge allows her to know what emotions and feelings are, but she ...... Incomprehensible.

These so-called emotions are like a forest cut down in her heart, they exist, but when the breeze blows from the outside, only the remaining blades of grass are powerless to shake and cannot make any waves.

——————

[Don't mind, little one, the one who indulges in pleasure and slackness is also watching you, He will help you solve all this, He will give you gifts, make you a cunning mirror, reflect the thoughts and secrets of others in your heart, capture their hearts with words and deeds, usurp their souls. 】

Those truly powerful and precious souls, who belong to your kind and brothers, will completely heal the cracks in your heart, and even go one step further, making you a true and complete person. 】

Get rid of pain, get rid of slavery, get rid of everything you were born with, and get new life. 】

[Also, freedom.] 】

[The most precious freedom. 】

——————

“……”

Morgan was silent, she didn't believe the sharp words of the unknown, not a word, but she had to admit one thing: its ideas and suggestions were heartwarming.

A person, a real, complete person.

And also...... Freely.

As soon as this thought appeared, it was as if it had acquired some kind of magical power, and it firmly occupied her heart.

And with this magic came the most arrogant laughter, not like the distant laughter she had heard before, it was close at hand, mad and disorderly.

——————

[That's right, that's right! 】

[Go, deceive, plunder, follow the guidance of your instincts, reverse the fate of defeat, turn your pain into an arrow, and shoot at the initiator who makes you so miserable.] 】

[Trample on the trust of the arrogant.] 】

[Embellishment of the piety of those who bow down.] 】

[Take away the goodness of the ignorant. 】

Ignite the wrath of the betrayer. 】

[Let the soldiers rise up! Let the galaxy burn! 】

[Let everything he have burn to ashes.] 】

[I'm looking forward to your repertoire. 】

——————

In a long series of shrill laughs, the sound that resounded through the sky finally disappeared, and the cyan star glowed with its departing, and by the time the light had dissipated, Morgan had woken up.

It was still pouring rain outside, and thunder and lightning were leaping and looming in the distant sky.

Morgan looked out the window at the heavy rain, and she noticed that the cabin had grown a little smaller: there was no doubt that she was growing, and fast.

The reflection of raindrops and clouds appeared on her face, and in the midst of these reflections, Morgan began to think about her tomorrow and her future: what she was going to do, what she was going to learn and practice, how she was going to grow and learn as much as she could......

And thus get out of here.

The afterimage of the voice still echoed in her mind, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

Morgan stared out the window at the torrential rain, the blue pupils of the genoplasm seemed to be colder than the sky dome of the savage world.

She didn't care if she was going to cheat and plunder, trample and burn, or let the world go to ashes, like the one before her eyes.

But no matter what, no matter what she needs to do to end her fate, to change her falling spiritual world, to keep her from falling into this desperate death.

She'll take it.