Original God, looking for the heart

Colorful bubbles floated behind Mo Bei, which were the most vivid colors in such depression. But the foam will eventually break. They were scattered all over the ground like smashed candy bars, dissipating before the wanderers could pick them up.

The child noticed something and looked forward: "Hello, who are you?"

"Your family, your loved ones," the wanderer replied.

However - "A scholar with great ideals." Doctor, he didn't even bother to make any disguise and stood in front of Mo Bei, as great as a savior.

"You saved me."

"So, you want to repay the favor? In what form?"

"Where you need it. I'd like to help if I can."

"Is this so?" The wanderer could even see the sinister smile under the doctor's mask, "Perhaps you can indeed help me."

……

The lights in the laboratory are always dazzling, shining brightly on the child's chest. Mo Bei's limbs were handcuffed to the operating table, and the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the unknown solvent in the air was poured into his lungs.

This scene is all too familiar to homeless people. Whether he just arrived at Winter Solstice or became a member of the Fools, or even finally climbed into the ranks of the Executive Officers... He, the Skirmisher, underwent countless experimental transformations this way.

I thought I would be numb to such a scene. He was a puppet, so the pain was nothing to him, but... Lying on the operating table was Mo Bei, who was only in his early ten years at the time!

He could only watch helplessly as Mo Bei, who had lost his memory, was thrown into a cage and killed. He could only helplessly listen to the child's screams as his flesh and blood was cut open... Everything -

"Dotore!!"

……

"It hurts..." During the five years that he was thrown into the cage, Mo Bei's sense of pain declined. The nerve endings have become accustomed to the same stimulation and send out symbolic reminders. But when the two snakes containing the elements of water and fire wrapped around his arms, the intense stimulation still made him take a breath.

How? Without a weapon in his hand, Mo Bei realized that he couldn't get out of trouble with just his teeth and nails. It took him a long time before he made up his mind——

Cut off the arm.

"Ha, the wound will heal anyway... I just have to give up the things that are dragging me down."

"Tear--"

The wanderer saw with his own eyes that Mo Bei cut off an arm. His pupils shrank, and he saw that the other party was about to cut off his other hand: "Stop...stop!"

This is simply beyond the scope of the wanderer's cognition: human children at this age should be sheltered under the wings of their parents.

But Mo Bei, the bird he once was, had his wings ripped off.

Like an old TV bug, the ground flickered several times.

Countless stumps appeared, with varying degrees of scars on them.

Even Mo Bei was stunned, even more stupid than a newborn doll.

If being entangled by a snake was enough for him to cut off his arm, the stumps on the ground...

The wanderer swallowed and knelt down to take a closer look. Densely packed fingers, mutilated pieces of flesh...their colors were mostly abnormal, and they were obviously infected by a deadly poison.

"Trauma can heal itself, but toxins cannot be eliminated." The wanderer speculated that these were poisons that Mo Bei had suffered. Unable to treat it and worried about further spread, he could only separate the flesh and blood.

But there are so many things on the ground...he has suffered so much grievance.

The ends of the child's hair have already turned gray, and the color that is inappropriate for this age is spreading upwards.

Chains suddenly stretched out from the dark ground and bound his wrists and ankles, and an iron collar was also tied around his neck.

"Show me your loyalty as a weapon."

"I am loyal to you...my lord..."

Without emotion, the child's words made the wanderer feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.