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[February 26, Year 1 of the Disaster]

You leaned on the bed, and there was the scent of lavender on the pillow. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and the dark circles under your eyes were already very obvious. You have put in too much effort and hard work to protect human beings in the past ten days.

In the room shrouded in warm light, a boy with white hair and blue eyes was tinkering with the stone bowl in his arms. The spicy smell came from the bowl. He put down the stone pounder and handed the bowl to you. The blue in his pupils was like the cold wind.

in the blue sea.

"Drink it, are you still insomnia?" Beilisel said.

You took the bowl and the spicy smell of the medicine hit your nose. You sneezed: "I don't want to drink it."

In the past twenty days, many people have known that you have formed an alliance. More and more people have joined your camp and regard you as their leader. They expect you to lead them out of this endless quagmire.

They call you - hero, god, the embodiment of the will of the world.

You don't like these names, so you have remained silent. However, more and more people are calling you this way. In the end of the world, people always need an emotional leader who can convince them enough, and you must take this position.

So, you accepted it.

It doesn't matter what you do, whether you are a god or the incarnation of the will of the world, as long as you can make them persist and more people survive, then let you become this empty image solidified on the statue of the god.

"How can the medicine taste good?" Beilisel said.

His cold hands wiped your pale cheeks very gently. His body always exuded a pleasant medicinal fragrance.

You already have everything - fame, faith, power, strength. If you wave your hand, there will be a large group of believers who will die for you. As long as you say a few words to someone, that person will easily give their loyalty to you. However,

Sleep is the thing you crave most. If you sleep a little deeper, you will be easily awakened.

Beilisel stares intently into your eyes, his side face hidden in the bloody sunlight filtering through the curtains - the sunlight has begun to change color.

"Go to sleep." Beilisel said: "My whole body is dyed with the smell of herbs that can make people sleep peacefully. It is not to make you feel bad."

He gave you medicine and covered you with a quilt.

"Asa, you will be afraid, afraid of failing in your efforts, afraid that they will be disappointed in you, afraid that someone will die. But... you don't have to take them too seriously." His voice was like a trickling stream, with a clear tone in it.

The sense of youth.

Beilisel's mentality is always very relaxed. He doesn't cherish the fate of mankind as much as you do. Sometimes, you feel that this person is like a gust of wind, and he doesn't care about anything except his medicinal herbs and mechanical toys.

His behavior is always gentle, and although he sometimes has a sharp tongue, he always relies on you most of the time.

"People always have to move forward. Whether it is responsibility or shackles, I will not hesitate. How they look at me, whether they look up to me, look down upon me, or hate me, it makes no difference to me.

"you say.

"If you believe this, then I will always be with you." Beilisel said: "You will give them everything."

"What can I give them?" You chuckled, remembering the time when you rescued someone, but the other party yelled, "Actor must have done something shameful during the Century Catastrophe, which led to his invasion."

You shook your head, closed your eyes, and murmured:

"Hate?"

"Is it painful?"
Chapter completed!