Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Racecourse!"

An Youyi screamed, and fell into the bed again, falling asleep.

Her breathing had stabilized, the hotness on her forehead quickly subsided, and she stopped talking nonsense.

Kant narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

Iron Son asked, "The horse farm? What is she talking about?"

"The distracting thoughts and spam in her mind have been filtered out, and the words she just shouted are the most persistent things in her subconscious during this time... the horse farm."

Kant read a sentence and said, "I see!"

Just looking at the word "horse farm", there are many clues for guessing and derivation, but combined with An Youyi's own experience, there is only one point left... Mostly it is where she was caught, or has something to do with it.

"Did the ever-growing and transforming mental power noticed the sound of horses' hooves and the neighing of horses?" Kant pondered for a moment, then sneered, "Anyway, it's already obvious - hum, it really is."

He took out his mobile phone and called up a picture from China.

A handsome and dazzling white-skinned guy with **** stubble, bright eyes and charming smile, under his photo, is the social background and property situation of this person.

The Queen's canonized lord, a well-known figure in high society, runs a horse farm and is rich.

Gerald Angel.

The most important thing is that this person got acquainted with An Youyi on the plane from French to London, had a good conversation, and took a group photo - An Youyi's disappearance case, he was Kant's first suspect.

"The racecourse... Ninety-nine percent has something to do with this coercion."

Kang Desen said: "I just said that he was very suspicious, but he didn't believe me, huh, a superficial woman."

In China, in the office of the intelligence support team, Qin Mengjin sneezed slightly.

Horus has searched Gerrard's racecourse, west London: "What now?"

Kant said murderously: "Fuck him!"

"It's not very good." Horus' voice was heartless. "You just promised the Prime Minister of England that the matter is over, and it's not even an hour later, and you want to do something?"

"I am an uncivilized Chinese with an ugly heart, no integrity, and no contract spirit."

Kant said: "Furthermore, force majeure events such as gas leaks, aging wires and fires, thunderstorms, and falling meteorites do not depend on me."

"What if they are tough?"

"Then I have no choice but to take up arms to defend my reputation and purity."

Kant tucked the quilt for An Youyi, and observed her for a while to confirm that the other party's mental state was stable and correct, and used a holy scroll to calm her mind to let her rest.

As the Holy Light was pouring out to soothe frightened souls, Kant remembered that, during the day, he used the same technique to soothe a mad soul, the feminist.

When he was in the car accident, he threw the woman into a corpse car to create the illusion of "being stuffed into the car as a corpse". Anyway, the MI5 operatives died and were injured. , a concussion of a concussion, and no one will be held accountable for "why was this woman stuffed into another corpse car alone".

He said casually, "How are those people doing now?"

Horus replied: "I don't know, it should be at the police station, but the matter is so big, they should not be silenced any more... Let's ask again when you have a chance."

"Um."

Kant pushed open the door and went to the ambassador's office to say hello.

"Sir," he said, "I'm going out for a walk and seeing London at night."

Ah this...

The ambassador's face immediately showed a "really, I don't believe it" expression.

He stretched out Erkang's hand and was about to stop it, but it was obvious that Kant was just here to say hello, not to ask for permission. The ambassador only saw the black light blooming like a lotus flower behind the young man. The next moment, the figure of the other party was completely engulfed in nothingness.

"…"

Rao is well-informed, but he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. He calmed down, picked up the phone, reported An Youyi's situation to the country, and said a few words in secret at the end.

The relevant domestic departments immediately translated this secret phrase and obtained the message the ambassador wanted to convey.

The result of the secret language translation is concise and concise, ensuring that even if the foreigner deciphers it by mistake, it will not be able to see the truth - the information is quickly sent to the table of the relevant leaders.

Only four words.

"The boy runs at night."

At this time, the traffic jam in London was great, but Kant flew without any problem. He spread his glider and flew past in the night sky at an extremely fast speed, and soon arrived in the western suburbs.

Gerald's ranch, Angle Equestrian Centre.

Intelligence shows that the private racecourse, membership system, is not open to the public, and is taking the high-end route.

It was already night, and the horse farm was closed. The equestrian center, which covers an area of ​​dozens of acres, is located at the foot of a green hill, isolated from the nearby metropolis, quiet and silent, lacking lights.

Kant fell to the ground like a ghost. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and his body blended into the night like flowing water. Only his eyes shone with the fire of the phoenix, searching for clues.

"Looks like there's a party."

The location where he landed should be in the parking lot... The vehicles were very full, and it didn't match the dark night. Even if Kant didn't know much about cars, he could see that there were many luxury cars here.

In addition to the stunning sci-fi luxury supercars, there are also numerous retro-looking classic cars—the ones in old American movies in the 1970s and 1980s, and even the ones in the Republic of China drama, all in AD 202 Years later, the taste of rich people is still difficult to say.

Kant shook his head, and the fire of the phoenix patrolled around.

"underground."

He looked at the ground in front of the equestrian center building: "A lot of people."

At least two or three hundred people gathered underground, very close, and the Phoenix Vision only saw a group of excited soul fires swaying and dancing, and those people didn't know what they were doing.

Kant sneered: "Go, go and gain knowledge."

Just as he was about to find the entrance, his expression suddenly changed, his fingers vibrated slightly, and Kant looked down, only to see a faint glow of Xingquan Divine Ring.

"This is…"

Kant's soul mingled and resonated with the sacred ring of the sun god, and quickly found the reason for the vision-the reason why the star-power **** ring reacted was that it sensed that there was a remnant of holy light originating from its own body nearby.

"How is that possible?" Kant frowned, "This is England... Wait."

His eyes narrowed.

I remembered.

The power of the sun **** ring from another world should not have appeared in England, but there is one case - Kant used its power in the afternoon to appease a crazy and painful soul.

The feminist who calls herself Sarana.

That is to say...

The feminist who claims to be "helping all women who are victimized" is now in the lair of a criminal organization that preys on young women for fun.

Kant's eyes turned cold, his eyes wandering.

"-found it."

It can be seen that under the cover of night, a secret meeting is going on in the underground of this membership-based high-end equestrian center.

The gathering of luxury cars shows that the participants are either rich or expensive, and they are sneaky, indicating that they are shameful.

Security work must be the top priority when big people participate in suspicious high-level gatherings. There are at least dozens of armed personnel patrolling back and forth at the horse farm in the dark, and bodyguards are guarding all entrances.

- This is not a stealth-type game, and there will be no security loopholes for players. Even the most secret backdoors are guarded by special personnel, and the manpower is extremely sufficient, and there will be no security guards patrolling back and forth between important entrances, and there are very few security guards. Rules in order to keep players from backing off this kind of thing.

But for Kant, infiltration was never a problem.

It is impossible to kill all of them, Kang Bao is so kind.

He chose an inconspicuous place, stepped on it a few times, the ground began to sag, the hard soil disappeared out of thin air, he dug a deep hole every minute, and jumped down.

Then, the door of the phase opened above the hole, and a pile of dirt fell out of thin air and filled it up.

Kant looked at the direction, cut a wall with the power of fire thieves, and entered the cave under the horse farm.

This is a utility room, the eyes of the phoenix see through the wall, and the surrounding situation is unobstructed. He hid his figure, opened the door, turned to the corridor, faced the camera, and swaggered over.

Stealth can do whatever you want.

Next…

Following the resonant guidance of the Astral Ring, Kant found the right direction.

In a **** medical room, all kinds of medical equipment, medicines and refrigerators are lined up. Two people in white coats are preparing injections, and a **** woman is lying on the operating table.

"poor guy."

One of them said: "It's like this, and she has to live soberly, how long are they going to torture her? She looks old and ugly, with many old wounds, you see, the burn from the cigarette butt, the knife on the wrist. Injury, there must have been a bone fracture here... The following is even more... tsk."

He fiddled with it casually, as if he was examining a specimen: "I didn't know before that they still like this type and play so hard?"

"Okay, don't say more, be careful to be heard, they arrest your wife to play."

"Oh, that's really great. It saves a lot of divorce fees and follow-up living expenses."

"Fake... well, a little more stimulant."

"it's here…"

Just then, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

The two men in masks and gloves turned their heads, and one complained, "Hi! This is the infirmary! Be patient and respect us! I…"

He closed his mouth suddenly, showing a look of surprise.

Because he had never seen someone who walked in, with black hair and a yellow face.

More importantly, there was a deep consternation in his eyes, and... fury.

The man was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the side and smashed the alarm.

A sharp edge roared, and a scalpel on the tray rose into the air, nailing his wrist to the wall. The man opened his mouth and screamed, but the next moment, he saw the scalpel and tweezers on the surgical tray and tool rack. , scissors, blades and other equipment rose into the sky one after another, buzzing like a wasp!

The man couldn't keep his mouth shut, and the sharp blade went into his mouth, ripped open his cheek, stretched his mouth to the maximum, and large and small surgical instruments rushed into his mouth and pierced it. The throat, and got into the abdomen along the esophagus!

The torn face, the tumbling chest and abdomen, the blood gushing out, the man who was struggling frantically fell to the ground, howling and twisting weakly, and the other person was completely frightened!

Just as he let out a scream, Kant reached out his hand indifferently, shook it in the air, and the invisible hand grabbed the other's throat, grabbed the man, and slammed it against the freezer.

"What's going on?" he snapped, "Why is this person here!"

"I...I don't know!" the man pleaded with difficulty, "please, it's just a job!"

"Really? Then let me tell you, I also have a new job now."

Kant grabbed the man's collar and threw it on the ground.

The powerful impact broke the opponent's knees and lumbar spine, leaving him lying on the ground with his sternum cracked. Kant broke his vocal cords with a punch, and he never cared about him again.

He came to the operating table.

It's hard to even recognize what this person looks like.

"Fuck, fuck..."

He only felt that his body was trembling, his soul was trembling, he grabbed the woman's fingernails and blood dripping hands, holy light poured in, and the star ring nourished the weak life: "Hey, hello!"

Sarana Yoyo woke up.

One of her eyes was so swollen that she could barely see the person in front of her.

She was a little confused, and the yellow faces were so indistinguishable to her that Sarana had forgotten about this Asian who had a relationship - she heard about the kidnapping this morning and was looking for it near the crime scene. Clues, she wants to find the missing girl's acquaintances and classmates, and learn from them about the missing person's previous actions, thoughts and habits. She has experience with this and knows where to start.

Kant was just one of many questioned and rejected.

— but that doesn't mean she can't remember Kant.

Because the warm heat poured in from the palm of her hand, the power was peaceful, gentle and quiet. She remembered this feeling, as if she had returned to before the age of eighteen, when the nightmare had not yet happened. She lived a happy life, a bright future, and the world was full of Beautiful, never knew what anxiety was.

"Ah, Angel... Angel..."

She smiled weakly: "You are here again, are you here to pick me up?"

"...Yes, if you want."

Kant didn't know how he was feeling now.

He doesn't know this person, he has only met once or twice, everyone has their own joys and sorrows and life, he thinks he is used to seeing miserable and sad things, but for some reason, standing in front of this woman, he feels A heavy and repressed emotion... He seemed to be missing something.

"I'm not an angel." Kant whispered, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Sarana's smile froze.

Awakening from the beautiful and warm tranquility, the nightmare struck again, she was destroyed for the second time tonight, completely destroyed, endless despair, accompanied by the pain of the flesh.

"what…"

She wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only sigh meaninglessly: "Ah..."

"Don't be afraid, it's alright." Kant said, "I can save your life, you won't die, and the scars I can heal, you can treat all this as a terrible nightmare and you will wake up..."

The holy power of the Astral Ring continued to pour in, and Horus calmly reported the woman's serious injuries, and the torture she might have endured.

Kant listened in his ears and could only clench his hands.

He said, "It's going to be alright...I'm here to save you."

Sarana shuddered.

Pain and panic flashed in her eyes, looking at Kant's eyes with a hint of hesitation in fear, Kant couldn't understand this complicated emotion, he could only comfort in vain: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

After a short silence, Sarana whispered, "Want to hear my story?"

Kant continued to treat this deficient life, nodded and said, "Yes."

"My life was destroyed twice..."

She slowly recounted the first upheaval in her life.

When I saw the job posting, I was deceived, forced to sell myself, beaten, and abused.

Being injected with poison, being manipulated, and begging shamelessly when the attack occurs, and obeying everything, as long as it can exchange for a little poison, he is willing to do anything.

"I can't imagine that people can be so bad..."

"They forced us, beat us, abused us, I've seen one who tried to resist and escape, she had her head chopped off, and in front of our face, her head rolled at my feet..."

"I've seen people who couldn't work after being ill. She was taken to a warehouse and we watched. They stripped her off, then used force, and when they were done, they shot her."

"I still remember the image, her face exploded, the bullet went through her shoulder, took a piece of flesh, she fell at my feet, hot blood splattered on my leg..."

"The scene from the beginning to the end was captured by the camera. They sold the video on the Internet. I heard that many people like this and are willing to pay for it. Many people..."

Shenghui's nourishment allowed her to regain her strength to speak. Her speech became faster and her thinking became clearer, recalling her unbearable past.

It's like looking back on your entire life.

"I then begged a guest to take my news out... Police, journalists and volunteers saved me, I thought the nightmare was over, I thought life could go on, but..."

Sarana spoke intermittently about life after salvation.

"My life has changed from a nurse to a prostitute... I wanted to die at one time, I couldn't sleep every night, I felt that Sarana was dead, and now I am a walking dead tortured by shame and nightmares..."

At this time, an upright volunteer came into her life, enlightened her, encouraged her, guided her, told her that the value of life lies in contribution rather than experience, he offered advice, he offered help, he introduced her to a A just and honorable organization...to save poor people like Sarana.

She was involved in it, she worked hard to forget the past and embraced life, she did a lot of meaningful things, and she felt that this was the greatest value in life...to this day.

The beautiful dream was brutally broken, the kind-hearted solver, the righteous leader, everything, including the previous salvation, was a well-planned lie. She thought she was out of the clutches and embraced the future, but she was just a caged bird. The playful smile above the clouds spreads its wings and soars.

All that is done is just a process of being utilized and designed.

Everything is meaningless.

Kant listened expressionlessly and said slowly, "Sorry."

Sarana smiled: "Why apologize? You seem to be apologetic all the time."

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were the kind of boring female boxer... I had a preconceived impression of you, and I was even disgusted, I..." Kant said here, he couldn't go on.

Sarana shook her head gently: "If it was before, I would have debated with you angrily, but now, the president I admire is just a tool to be manipulated, what face do I have to refute doubts?"

"Can…"

She breathed a sigh of relief: "But one thing is certain... I... no matter what they are, I did those things because I wanted to help people like me..."

The woman's eyes looked at the glare on the ceiling: "Only women can put themselves in the shoes of women and understand women's pain... Do I disgust men by saying this? I don't mean to be disrespectful. The police and reporters who rescued me are also men. But in the end, they can't understand my pain, but I understand, I understand the pain of the girls who were kidnapped, their desperation whine..."

"Every day you wake up, it means that there will be eighteen men lining up to press on you, ignoring your pleadings and screams, no one will save you, no family members can be contacted, and those who control you are dehumanized criminals , what I see every day is endless darkness, and death is an extravagant hope..."

Sharana murmured: "I just want to save them, not like me, like me..."

Kant said softly: "It's okay, it's okay."

The woman's eyes turned back to Kant's face, and she suddenly laughed.

"You know what I'm thinking now?"

Her tone was normal, as if she was saying a very simple thing.

"I don't know if I should believe you, I'm scared."

"I'm afraid that this is another malicious scam. I'm afraid that you smile and say it's a game. I'm afraid that the beautiful dream will be broken again... I don't know if I should believe you."

Kant hesitated.

No matter how clever the words are, they are meaningless at this moment.

"so…"

Sarana looked at Kant calmly: "Are you going to save me?"

Kant nodded without hesitation: "Yes, how do I prove it?"

"The reason you want to save me is just to save people? Just don't want to see me die?"

"Yes."

"Don't want to see me die, is it for me?"

"…right."

"Then." The woman whispered, "Then, can you not save me?"

As if to have guessed such a result, Kant closed his eyes.

"I'm tired, I'm tired, I don't know what to do after I'm saved, my life has been destroyed twice, torn apart... I'm tired."

Sarana's voice became very soft: "So, if it's for my own good, can you not save me? I don't have the courage to end my own life, but... that's not bad, isn't it?"

Kant did not speak, he was silent for a long time.

Then, nod slowly.

Sarana smiled, turned her eyes to Kant's hand, and did not speak.

She knew that the hand that radiated warm light was the candle that kept her alive.

Under the gaze of the other party, Kant slowly released his hand.

"thanks, thanks."

The woman's voice showed a hint of choking, and then she smiled.

"It's so good... I finally dominated my own destiny once."

She murmured, "My whole life, my whole life..."

Speaking of which, she seemed to think of something, struggled for a while, and looked at Kant: "You, it seems that you are the friend of the missing girl? Then..."

"She's saved and safe," Kant said. "Thank you."

"Thank you for what..." Sarana smiled helplessly. "From beginning to end, everything I do has no meaning. I didn't save people, but I..."

Kant was silent, he didn't know what to say, and he usually spoke eloquently, but in the face of this death, he no longer knew how to comfort him, and the language had lost its meaning.

He's making a last-ditch effort: "Those who hurt you . . . will be punished."

"Yeah, they will, they will."

Sarana looked at the ceiling and said in a low voice, "You know what? The trafficker who sold and hurt me has been punished. After I was saved, I stood on the witness stand in the court and uncovered my most painful scar and testified. For his sins, the judge punished him by English law..."

"Sentenced to imprisonment for a term of ... two years."

Her eyes gradually became empty and empty, and she muttered: "two-years, two-years..."

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

Kant stared blankly at the dangling hand without saying a word.

"Father," Horus said slowly, "she is dead."

"I know."

Kant stood in front of her and closed her eyes.

He was silent for a long time.

"I do not know her."

He whispered: "I have nothing to do with her, and I have nothing to do with her. I came to save An Youyi because of human relationships and friendship. I have extraordinary ability to stir up the storm and make the British government helpless. She has nothing. I don't know An Youyi at all, but I'm running for her."

"Our actions are like two lines, occasionally intersecting, our distance is sometimes close, but never related, she is always near me, I know nothing about her actions, I am strategizing, When calculating the round table and intimidating the British government, she was working hard, she was afraid, she was struggling..."

"Yeah, there are many joys and sorrows in the world, I have seen many, being massacred, slaughtered, oppressed, tortured... There are many, many, I should not care too much, after all, this woman has nothing to do with me either. It doesn't matter, she really can regret her death, I don't have to, but..."

He suddenly laughed: "I...I...I just thought, fuck, how could such a thing happen."

Horus murmured: "Father..."

"I'm not an angel...you are an angel."

Kant picked up Sarana's blood-stained body.

"I'll take you to a place first, and you'll wait there."

After a few minutes.

The hidden theater in the underground world, with staggered pilgrims and loud noises, has become a frantic banquet hall, with well-dressed ladies and gentlemen shouting hoarsely, the chaotic stage is covered in blood, and there are wet bodies entangled in the corners, wearing custom suits The men stood in a circle, cheering loudly, or roaring and betting, chaotic and depraved, evil and twisted.

The door behind the scenes was slowly pushed open.

The music stopped, and the frenzied people gradually recovered, but their faces still showed unbridled madness.

Gerald's tuxedo had been torn from the collar, revealing his hairy chest. He kicked the corpse under his feet aside and looked at Kant with a stunned expression: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I came for Sarana, you killed her."

The disgusting breath penetrated into his nostrils. Kant looked at the most disgusting side of these noble people with a grim expression. He walked towards Gerald and stood in front of him, ten meters away. He looked around, the clothes on these people. The price of jewelry may be a figure that the poor can't earn with all their hard work.

He said loudly: "Why do you do this - don't you know that it is wrong to hurt others? Are you not afraid of being punished for doing this?"

Loud voices resounded through the theater, and there was silence, and needles could be heard falling.

Then, burst into laughter.

These apparently overly wild people shrieked hoarsely, and Gerald shook his head, a smirk on his face.

He was too high or too confident to consider how Kant got in.

After all, how terrifying the transcendent is, he already knew it.

He also doesn't know who Kant is. First of all, the lights are distorted, and different races see each other as the same face, and his status in the round table is not too high.

The leader of any Transcendent organization will not show Kant's horror video in Moyani to the members of the organization - this behavior has a saying in ancient times, which is called disturbing the military's heart.

He said loudly: "Oh, look, look, I didn't even know that Sarana actually has a guardian knight! So, brave knight, are you here to save the beauty from a hero?"

Gerald opened his arms and joked loudly: "But, your princess is really old and ugly! Also, what about your sword? Why don't knights carry weapons?"

"But don't worry, we are the most fair."

He stretched out his hand, the trafficker sent the revolver very thoughtfully, Gerald bent down and put the gun down, slipped to Kant's feet, and smiled: "You want to do justice for Sarana? Here's the gun for you, come on! "

The people present thought it was a small repertoire during the intermission, and shouted in unison: "Come on! Come on! Shoot! Shoot! Pick it up!"

Kant looked at these people blankly, then glanced at the polite Gerald, and sighed.

He bent over to pick up the gun.

When his fingers touched the ivory handle, a figure shot out from behind Gerald.

The thin and gloomy boy flew up at a speed beyond the human limit and kicked Kant's wrist.

People's eyes widened.

The classic bridge segment is said to be a classic bridge segment because it is never boring to see.

It is a delicious meal when the ants who have caught hope feel the pain and despair.

They can't wait.

The skinny boy whipped up a gust of wind and kicked the yellow man.

Everything around him became slow in his eyes, because he was so fast.

He had already figured out how to torture and kill the yellow man, kicking off his wrists, smashing his sternum, breaking his throat, making him writhe in pain on the ground, then slitting his skin and taking out his heart.

It's not a woman, but it's good to play around with it.

— There was a cruel sneer on the thin boy's face, and he couldn't wait.

But the next moment, he saw the other party and raised his head.

in his speed.

Then reach out.

Can't avoid it.

Between lightning and flint, Kant grabbed each other's ankle.

As soon as a touch of shock flashed across the thin young man's face, he felt a huge dragon-like force coming, grabbed his leg and pulled hard.

With a click, this superhuman who was extremely fast and used a flying kick was dragged to the ground by his ankles. On the spot, it was a super split, pulled with great strength, and a terrifying tear spurted out a lot of blood. His face was pale, he opened his mouth and howled, but the fist wind was howling!

Right hook!

Kant threw a mighty fist, hit the opponent's chin, and the blood mist spurted. The opponent's lower half face was directly beaten into a blood mist. The broken bones and flesh shot the crescent towards the left side of the stage. The boy's body shook violently and was beaten. He had to fall back left, but Kant's left hand had grabbed his hair.

Step forward and turn sideways behind you.

Grab the neck.

Use force.

The battle of the extraordinary is only for a moment. The mortals are watching the scene of the Asian guy falling to the ground and screaming, but they only feel that the eyes are full of flowers, the wind is howling, and the boy has fallen to the ground.

The terrifying sound of tearing flesh sounded.

Something was torn out.

The blood spurted out, and everyone's brains went blank. Gerald stared blankly at the right hand of the uninvited guest and pulled out a large object, dripping with flesh and blood, and there was a gap in the middle of the boy's back, which was held by the yellow race. Objects in the hand, reddish-yellow, tangled in various tissues and nerves…

is the spine.

Kant let the corpse of the young man fall to the ground weakly. He grabbed the spine with an indifferent expression, sliding his fingers from top to bottom, as if to straighten it.

And it is.

With the movement of the fingers, the flesh and tissue disappeared out of thin air, the blood was not there, it was clean, and that section of the spine returned to its pure appearance, the bones were thick and straight like a sword.

Kant slowly straightened this spine, looking calm.

He looked at Gerald.

The other party wanted to step back, but the surging Longwei came towards him and pressed him to his knees on the ground. As for the men and women in this feast, they still hadn't reacted to what happened.

"ladies and gentlemen."

Kant grabbed the spine and walked towards Gerald.

"I want to ask you a few questions and some information, but before that, don't you want to watch the show? I'll show you an ancient magic from the East..."

"Swallow the sword."

Gerald knelt on the ground, unable to control his body, he could not even speak, looking at Kant, his eyes were full of panic, pleading and consternation.

Kant came behind him, grabbed his hair, and raised his face to the ceiling.

He looked into each other's eyes.

"Tell-me."

The voice was cold and stern, containing endless majesty and anger.

His English was still very bad, and his pronunciation was strange, but it was just right at this moment. The strange and terrifying pronunciation was the most terrible punishment for these fallen people.

"Are-you-scared, now?"

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PS1: Update! Nine thousand words!

PS2: It was originally planned that it would end at "two-years", but I think it's a bit unethical to stop there... I've written it here, huh, there are tickets!