Original God, looking for the heart

——Abyss, Camp——

A tent supported by wood was their camp. The abyss is dark, and the only source of light here is fire, but light is a signal to expose yourself. Therefore, no matter who it is, they will not light a fire unless necessary. Even if there is only a trace of flame, you have to be careful.

"Doll?" The fire gun soldier who was in charge of patrolling outside the camp said hello when he saw his companions returning, "How is the situation today? Did you... pick up someone?"

"...Unlucky, he was plotted."

"then you……"

The puppet swung an eye knife, and the "I don't need you to care" aura made the Fire Gun Soldier shut up. "Sure enough, you shouldn't worry about this guy." He thought.

"Hey, outsiders are not allowed in. We don't know who he is."

"Don't worry -" the soldier stretched out the two words extra long, with an impatient look on his face, "I won't eat you."

"Still so unpleasant." Fire Gun Soldier thought and left without looking back.

The puppet took Mo Bei to his resting area. His things are the simplest - not because his words are unlovable, on the contrary, people who explore the abyss together always have a little "admiration" for him. The rudimentary facilities are just that because the doll thinks it is all it needs. Now it seems that there is some trouble.

Mo Bei stayed awake. Just when the stragglers were in trouble, he woke up at the right time.

Unprepared, he met Mo Bei's eyes.

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"Ah, what's the problem?"

"...Nothing. It's just that your eyes remind me of a...family...friend."

Mo Bei smiled: "That's really my honor. By the way, what should I call you?"

"I don't have a name. You can just call me Doll like them." The skirmisher pointed at everyone casually, looking nonchalant.

"But the name...that's important, isn't it?"

"It seems that you are dissatisfied with my behavior?" The skirmisher sat on a stool and took off his mask, "Even if you have a 'name', aren't you still thrown into the ground like this nameless artifact like me?" ?”

"...You can call me Mo...Yu."

After hearing this, the puppet opened its mouth. After hesitating for a second, he heard his reply: "I didn't ask for your name."

"It's okay, I'm willing to tell you."

Further down the line, the doll was unwilling to continue chatting with Mo Bei. Mainly those eyes, which always make him inexplicably connect to the child who is still waiting for him on the tartar sand. And his harsh words, or even extremely casual words, were enough to show embarrassment in his eyes.

Haha - speaking of which, the staged goal of descending into the abyss this time is about to be achieved. Just need to deal with the Abyss Apostle and open a new exploration area, and the doll can return to the ground and stay for a while.

He was thinking that maybe this time, he could go back to Tatarsha to visit his birds.

Seeing that the stragglers had stopped talking, Mo Bei also wisely shut his mouth. "At least it's not noisy." The doll thought.

However, the tranquility did not last long before it was broken by a group of people who gathered around.

"No, doll, you really brought someone back...? He couldn't have been transformed from a monster, right?"

They set their sights on Mo Bei and lamented that the abyss could breed such a beautiful monster. And among them, there might as well be some who have evil intentions——

"Doll, give him to us. We will report your merits to you."

"He's human."

As soon as these words came out, the whole crowd burst into laughter:

"Hahaha... This is the funniest joke I've heard since I went down to the abyss!" The man pointed at the tip of the puppet's nose, "We all know the environment of the abyss. Tell me, how can humans survive alone here. Or - your judgment system has been deceived? You'd better go to the ground and find a doctor to repair it."

Mo Bei stared at the man quietly, feeling the blood flowing in the other person's body: "It's not a good behavior to point at the tip of someone's nose and talk."

"They are just monsters that imitate humans. They are all different."

The puppet was stunned for a moment.

Just when Mo Bei was about to cut off this finger, a cry of "enemy attack" came from outside.

The puppet immediately raised his weapon and mask, and everyone quickly made way for him. It’s just that no one else seems to care much about this matter, and the battlefield that should have been tense has now become a place where people gather to chat.

"Aren't you going to help him?"

"Help him? He doesn't need us."

Mo Bei saw the skirmisher slashing at the abyss mage's protective shield with his sword, and the lightning climbed onto the hilt of the sword. However, the element controlled by the mage on the opposite side is also "thunder". He wanted to get closer to the battlefield, but was stopped.

"Standing here, we are still waiting to take credit from you."

At this time, due to the previous sneak attack, the abyss mage's thunder ball happened to hit there again. The doll's nerves were occupied by pain, and its strength was exhausted for a moment.

"Guys, it's time!"

At the command, the gunmen raised their guns and shot out bullets wrapped in flames.

The bullet grazed the puppet's body, penetrated the opponent's shield, penetrated the scepter in the opponent's hand, and even penetrated the opponent's body.

Mo Bei felt angry: "You can obviously deal with this guy quickly, you can obviously help him before that!"

"So what? He is just a puppet. If it breaks, just send it to the doctor to repair it. You have to know that the other members of us are all human beings." The soldier made a gun shape with his hand and pointed. Looking at his own head:

"Bang! At this moment, we are dead. Anyway, it is a tool that was sent down to provide us with it. If it weren't for the fact that he rushes out every time there is a situation, he would have been destroyed long ago - Hey, You go over and search that mage for anything of value."

As others rushed forward, the body of the Abyss Mage was carried away. There was only one straggler left at the scene, standing alone and staring at the thick fog.

"So, you are not a human being. Only the same kind can have pity, sympathy, and even care for their own kind - I am right."

"Maliciousness far more dangerous than the abyss." After saying that, Mo Bei pushed the man away with his hand and walked towards the doll.

He stretched out his hand to the straggler: "Are you okay? I'll take you back."

The puppet slapped his hand away neatly: "I don't need your pity. You heard what he said, I am not your kind."

"Even if it isn't, that doesn't mean I can't 'care' about you."

The puppet met Mo Bei's eyes again, and there were ripples of distress in his blue eyes.

"It's pretentious and disgusting... I say, you should accept your sympathy and don't look at me with that look. Otherwise - I will take them out of your eye sockets." The puppet stretched out its hand and caressed it in a sickly way. On Mo Bei's face.

"In this case, he should give up." The puppet thought. After all, he is still a human being. He only needs to explain to get more care - they are different.

But unexpectedly, warmth came from the back of his hand - he watched Mo Yu touch his hand and rub it gently.

"If you want it, I will give it to you myself later. How about we go back to the camp together now."

The warmth like the sun warmed his chest, but it also burned him, causing him to feel nauseated.

"...Can't you understand what people are saying?"

Mo Bei said nothing and silently carried the puppet back to the camp.

What he understands - the abyss, the dark abyss, there is a dangerous fog; but what is more dangerous and deadly than the fog is human malice -

His Asan is wearing the skin of "alien", in this abyss, in this malice - invincible.

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