The end game [Zhongyingmei]

After the mage acknowledged the multiple dimensions, the air in the reception room fell into a kind of stagnant silence for a while.

The little spider was stunned, Doctor Strange was quietly observing, and Abaddon sat in place with lowered eyebrows.

Every outline of the black-haired young man is beautiful and slender. He has a surface made of ice and snow. With his face and temperament, he is openly telling all the audience who are looking at him: he is harmless and gentle.

However, Strange couldn't let go of his heart. He glanced at the white-spirited Spider-Man next to him, and then turned his gaze back to the black-haired youth.

Still nothing to see there.

————Strange himself couldn't speculate whether he was not skilled enough, or the black-haired youth really had no soul.

"I don't think I've asked your name, sir."

Doctor Strange picked up the water glass in front of him, lightly touched his lips, and then put it down.

The mage's indifferent and focused eyes are like the cold wind that rolls up snow particles in winter, and the sunlight passes through the window and stays in his eyes.

"Cain."

Abaddon raised his eyes and said softly.

Without him needing to speak again, the little spider had already babbled like peas pouring out of a bamboo tube, telling him all about his origins.

"........."

Even Doctor Strange is at a loss for how this story unfolds.

Accompanied by the mythical figure that appeared in that book, the ancestor of all villains is now sitting on the sofa in the reception room, as if time has never left a mark on him, and even after a thousand years, he has not turned into a handful It is not powder, but like pebbles polished by running water in the river bed.

Before he could ask any more questions, the black-haired youth had already unbuttoned the clothes around his wrists one by one, and pulled up his shirt.

The fiery scar lay on his wrist, silently writing the tragedy that happened.

Doctor Strange put a finger on it, and clearly felt the curse aura on it, which was exactly as described by the black-haired youth.

"This is……"

"Yes."

The tip of the black-haired young man's nose was red, and tears fell suddenly. He tried to wipe away the tears while smiling reluctantly, "My body is stained with my brother's blood."

That is to say, while the black-haired youth lost his brother, he was also driven out of his homeland.

In grief, he neither found the real murderer of his brother, nor lost the right to live in a place forever.

Even the most hard-hearted person will be heartbroken for the smiling dark-haired youth fighting back tears.

The little spider jumped up from the sofa and quickly pushed the tissue box in front of Abaddon.

Doctor Strange waited for a while, and when the young man finally calmed down, the tears no longer flowed down, but became twinkling stars in his eyes.

"Sorry." The mage whispered.

"No, no need, I should be the one apologizing." The black-haired young man had a red nose and smiled shyly, "You have to witness a fool's gaffe."

After crying for a while, his spirit was obviously better, and his emotions were more obvious.

At this moment, Strange could feel the young man's eyes on his face, a kind of soft anticipation and hesitant to speak follow him like a shadow.

"If you have any other questions, please ask."

The mage's scalp was numb from this spring bud-like stare, and he couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Master, have you ever encountered such a place?"

asked the brunette.

Strange: "...?"

"my hometown."

The black-haired young man lowered his eyebrows, with a melancholy expression, "My dream expelled my paradise... But when I was expelled by God, I also forgot the way back home, the beautiful scenery there, and Forgot the name of the city."

Although Doctor Strange didn't quite understand why the young man would ask such a question, he still replied truthfully, "Probably not."

"I sensed danger."

However, the black-haired young man seemed to have broken away from the conversation with the mage, and turned to talking to himself, "In my hometown, there is a treasure that the world will probably be jealous of to death. I still remember... well water... spring……?"

The expression on the other side's sudden frenzy was not ugly. The young man's cheeks were stained with a sickly blush, and his red lips opened and closed, silently chanting some words that Doctor Strange couldn't hear.

"A treasure that the world would be jealous of?" Strange could only ask based on what he heard.

"There will be no one who will not be jealous."

There was obvious worry on the young man's face, and at the same time he woke up from that frantic state, and fell into silence.

Doctor Strange had to think quickly by himself, what is the treasure that the world would be jealous of.

Gold and silver treasures may be, but some people have already owned all the wealth in the world, so naturally they would not be jealous of a small village and city thousands of years ago.

Thinking of this, Doctor Strange suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and was immediately terrified by the next thought.

He tilted his head to look at the black-haired young man sitting quietly in the sun like a beautiful woman, and belatedly, he heard his heartbeat gradually increasing.

"Have you guessed it?"

The black-haired young man opened his eyes, and quietly met the other party's suddenly enlightened gaze.

"What is it——" the little spider who couldn't think of anything after thinking about it asked first.

"It's longevity, isn't it?"

Doctor Strange paused for a while, then spoke restrainedly.

————True eternal life, there is no terrible price, and there is no eternal life with various restrictions and terms.

The eternal flower will be damaged, and the real flower will also wither, but the young man is in a completely different time from theirs. His time is the static time that is always static in the universe.

Even Doctor Strange takes a deep breath from this concept before he can think normally.

"You are right."

After a long time, the mage controlled his voice and said in a deep voice.

Longevity is indeed a treasure that the world will be jealous of.

If some people were to catch the black-haired young man, they might be so foolish as they were hundreds of years ago to cut him open, drink every drop of his blood, boil the skin and eat him, just for the sake of even a little The elusive chance of being able to get what the dark-haired youth had.

"If what you say is true, it's dangerous out there right now."

Strange got up abruptly and strode towards the floating globe.His lips were pursed tightly, and there was a small nick between his brows.

Staring at the notch, Abaddon suddenly spoke softly.

"Are you going to find my hometown?"

The long shadow of the lord of hell stretched out, and the twisted horns of the goat carved a deep dark color on the glass wall.

Neither the little spider, who was still in the jpg format, nor Doctor Strange, who was already concentrating on checking the globe, noticed the change after these words were spoken.

"Naturally." The mage said in a deep voice.

"The appearance of such a thing in the world is not a gift to the earth at this time, but a disaster. If you can take it back, please be sure to carry it; if you can't take it back, then please don't blame me for destroying it .”

"........."

"It's my responsibility," Doctor Strange added.

The black-haired young man didn't say anything, but picked up the cold coffee and took a sip.

The taste of milk and sugar erupted in his mouth. Abaddon licked the palate with the tip of his tongue, restraining the happy mood after completing the incident. A trace of scarlet flashed across his eyes, which was effectively suppressed by Abaddon.

[Lie contract: 40%]

Sisley in goatskin: *blooms*

Black Goat of Hell, Eternal Monarch and Lord of Plagues.

There is not a single truth between his lips and teeth, and there is not a single truth in his smile, because lies and malice constitute the whole meaning of his skin and bones.

The mission issued to him by the system... is getting closer and closer.

...

"Sorry," Jason said.

The blond girl tilted her head in doubt, completely ignoring the meaning of his apology.

Her expression was calm and her eyes were clear, allowing Jason to see his contorted face from the reflection of her pupils.

Why would he explain to her the part of his apology.

Jason thought silently.

Why, exactly why.

"...I shouldn't have dismantled your exoskeleton." He finally gave up. "I'm the one who put you in a situation where you can't control yourself. I'm sorry."

The blonde girl shook her head.

Under Jason's dazed gaze, she grabbed his hand with both hands, and then shook it like a beckoning cat.

The girl's palms are small, one has the warmth of a human being, while the other is mechanically cold.

"So what happened just now——!"

The surface was completely calm, but her heart had become a sea of ​​screams. Xisli grabbed the system and aggressively demanded guilt.

[You forgot to type virtual energy. 】

It was clearly an electronic sound, but from the beeping sound of the system, Sisley repeatedly heard some kind of collapse hidden in the calmness.

After a while, an emoji slowly emerged from it.

System: Heart as Ashes.jpg

Sisley: *guilt*

But it shouldn't either.

The smile slowly disappeared from her face, Sisley thought in silence.

Something was on her nerves, trying to make her realize that something didn't sound right.

And Sisley has always been good at following her inner voice.

She touched her aching heart, suppressed the chaotic memories surging in her mind, and suddenly whispered.

"System, can you call out all the parts of Eve?"

【receive. 】

This time, Sisley reopened the item introduction, and read the text on it quietly.

【They replaced my eyeballs, they removed my hands, my heart is as empty as my mouth. 】

The following text has been blurred, leaving only the last sentence.

【Everything that happened that day hurt like hell. 】

"She was a real person, wasn't she?"

Sisley asked suddenly.

The system heard clearly, the girl's voice was trembling slightly, her voice was hoarse, like a chick that suddenly couldn't find its way back to its nest, drenched in heavy rain.

It was dark, and everyone had a home to return to, only she hovered in the sky for a long time, with nowhere to go and no home to return to.

[It depends on your choice, player Sisley. 】

The system finally said.