At night, Nasus did not sleep, and in his habit, he would not turn on the light.

He sat down at the window, and then the moonlight looked at the pipe carefully.

The pipe that Asitaya gave him as a child.

"What the hell is going on with him now?"

"Consul General...... He ......"

"Tell me straight!"

"Just as predicted at the time, the cells in his body began to decay......

"Is there no way to get it back?"

"Maybe Your Majesty has, after all, he came back from Kamigawa...... He also focuses on genetic engineering......"

These conversations took place when Asitaya passed out and was hospitalized, and only Nasus and the attending physician knew about it.

He specifically asked for secrecy.

Nasus sighed and looked up at the stars, his mind drifting back to the way he had been.

That was more than eighty years ago, before Asitaya was born, no, to be exact, Nasus hadn't been in any relationship with anyone of the opposite sex.

At that time, he was only in his seventies, and he was about to make his own contribution to the empire when he had accumulated the most social experience and work experience.

But his ambition has encountered the barriers of reality.

In many cases, if you tell the events of that era to the children of this era, most of them will think that it is just a story that adults use to scare children.

In fact, not only Azir, but the entire Shurima genetic engineering development was faster than other project technology, and in that era when the legislation was not perfect, this technology was even directly used on the human body.

has achieved superpowers that can only be seen in some science fiction movies now......

……

……

It's raining outside.

It's a coffee shop.

Nasus sat by the window, leaning his cheek on the table, his other hand resting limply on the chair, the rhythm of his fingers tapping to the seconds of the clock.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

The coffee in front of me had already cooled, and it hadn't moved since the waiter put it on the table.

He had been watching the drops of water sliding down the window, and the face of a black-haired young man was reflected in the window, with clear eyebrows.

At the front desk not far behind him, a girl in a maid's costume was carefully wiping the table with a towel.

Nasus loved to see her work, she was beautiful, even though his colleagues said she was average.

But Nasus liked her.

Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will come here to sit, as if as long as I see her smile, all my troubles can be left behind.

……

"What kind of coffee are you going to drink today?"

"We've got a new cake, would you like to try it?"

"You don't seem to be in a good mood today, do you want me to tell you a joke to make you happy?"

……

She had always been so gentle with herself, and every word she uttered in that nice voice was like an arrow to Nasus's heart.

But maybe it's just her high professional quality, maybe she's so gentle with everyone......

Nasus sighed.

Perhaps noticing Nasus's gaze on the glass, the girl suddenly turned her head and smiled in his direction, before continuing to concentrate on her work.

The two looked at each other in the mirror!

At this moment, Nasus's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

He quickly lowered his head, but his face was already hot and couldn't be hotter anymore.

At this time, Nasus didn't actually enter the official career, he followed the path of the police, and Shurima at that time was actually not peaceful, various regions were in chaos, and some underground places would even breed their own genetic monsters.

Shurima has always been strong in genetics, and Azir's Black Serpent is the best example of this, but in Nasus's youth, the discipline brought only harm.

Many high-ranking officials or underground forces, in search of excitement and financial gain, will train their own genetic engineers, and then inject them into humans or animals, and then let them fight each other.

But the stakes are too great, and those who watch the excitement like nothing more than the fight between mutants and monsters transformed by genetic engineering.

It's just that no matter how human beings change themselves genetically, they have never been able to compete with wild beasts, and a large number of experimenters have died, resulting in the scarcity of human resources, so at these times, those underground forces have turned their minds to the population business.

Nasus, who was still young, came here with a lot of enthusiasm, but he found out that his police station had interests in these underground forces, and he only retorted a few words, and he was sternly asked by his superiors to investigate the most dangerous arena.

The name is beautiful -

Interview.

The rain gradually stopped.

Nasus got up, tilted his head and drank the cold coffee from his cup.

For the first time in several years, he mustered up the courage to take the initiative to walk up to the girl, who looked up and smiled politely.

"Hello, is there anything I can help me with?"

Anyway, it's the last time I'll see her, right?

Nasus took a deep breath and smiled:

"Hello, my name is Nasus."

The girl didn't expect this to be the answer, she was a little stunned, and the expression on her face gradually became confused, and she didn't know why.

Nasus looked at her crystal black eyes, "I'm sorry. ”

He turned around and tried to flee quickly.

But when Nasus's hand touched the doorknob, the girl's voice froze him at that moment:

"Hello, my name is Taya."

Nasus jerked back, and Taya smiled sweetly as if the water of a moonlit boat had flowed into Nasus's somewhat parched heart.

"Goodbye!"

Nasus didn't hear what the girl was saying, and pushed the door open and walked out.

The cold wind is like thousands of needles piercing into the pores, instantly driving away the warmth that accompanies the store.

People from all over the world like to watch the excitement.

It's human nature.

Especially those who like to watch fights, this kind of person is the most.

So the arena is very profitable.

There are generally three kinds of events in the arena, beast against beast, man against beast, and man against man.

Among them, the human-and-beast project is the most popular and profitable.

The bonuses are the most.

But this is fatal, if you want to play, you need to sign a life and death certificate, and guarantee that you will play voluntarily, and life and death have nothing to do with the arena.

Disguised as the arena's post-mortem cleanup, Nasus is waiting for a man-and-beast match to end.

After changing into a blue overalls, he realized that this dirty, smelly job of cleaning up garbage and feces was something decent people didn't want to do.

The co-workers are either old men in their seventies and eighties or yellow-skinned uncles, and they all came here because they had nowhere to go.

Nasus looked down at the bucket and brush in his hand, and pressed the cap again, the feeling of his scalp clinging to him gave him a sense of relief.

The battle on the field is about to be decided.

On the human side was a shirtless, muscular bald head, with several bandages wrapped around each arm to build up strength, and flames rose in his fist.

He chose the type of monster that used his physical ability to harden the monster, and the bald head on the field used a pair of fists to beat the monster on the opposite side to death.

The human fighters seem to be about to win.

The audience was cheering.

Nasus looked at the monster on the other side of the cage, with six legs, four wings, a lion's head, and a double snake tail with spikes.

The Chimera subspecies, a third-level demonic beast.

Now it was lying on the ground, its tongue drooping, gasping for air.

The half-opened eyes reflected the flames that burned more and more in the hands of the human fighters.

The human fighter roared in rage, jumped up with a clamor of his fists, and charged up from the air, smashing down like a meteorite.