He smiled symbolically at Eshkol, turned back, and finally said to Edward:

"Edward, what I said is not in the copy."

He is going to break the habit.

"Crack."

Slight footsteps sounded, with a wet dragging feeling.

The blond boy walked across the ground covered in blood, and the blood trailed on the soles of his high-top shoes, creating halo lines.

He picked up a golden knife and said to the child lying on the bed:

"Have you thought about it? Are you sure you want to trade with me?"

The child was very thin, but his eyes were firm. He nodded firmly to Noel:

"My mother is crazy, I want to save her! Ordinary players have very few rescue resources. I am willing to accept transformation. I want to become stronger and become a powerful player! I want to save my mother!"

Noel sighed slightly.

The knife in his hand was touched by fire, and the firelight danced in his eyes, and he actually felt a little hesitant.

He had obviously done this kind of surgery countless times.

"...I'm not wrong." He murmured to himself.

He dropped the anesthetic and pushed the needle into the child's neck. "I'm right."

The thread moved slightly, and the knife in his hand glowed with a sharp silver light, slowly merging the machine with flesh and blood.

"Su Ming'an..." He seemed to be comforting himself, muttering to himself: "I shouldn't be blamed...I'm not wrong."

"Humanity has almost no future."

"In order to help these children, even if they do not have the decision-making level of adults...I am not wrong..."

"I'm not using them, I'm helping them and giving them the strength to face difficulties."

Blood stained his white gloves.

Under the firelight, the blank child under his hands was gradually transformed into a human-shaped murder weapon.

Strong, solid, persevering.
Chapter completed!