"So what the hell are you two talking about?" Gimia frowned, "Has he not destroyed him?"

Luslan shook his head: "It's not just that it's not ruined, it looks easy to talk."

"this?"

Are you in the same world?

Oshen smiled: "Let's keep moving forward, and I'll tell you when I return to the tribe."

......

Hermes stood on the top of the clouds and looked down with interest.

"There are quite a lot of specialties on this planet."

"It's the first time I've seen that situation in Jimiya."

The handsome young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the handsome young man was a little distressed.

"Well... no matter what, my position as God can't change."

Hermes sat on the clouds and sighed slightly.

“Is it really good to treat children who really have thoughts as guinea pigs or something?”

Hermes's eyes were complicated.

Intellect.

After taking over God's power, the fleet undoubtedly incarnated as God.

God born on earth.

Then, they gained intelligence one after another.

Where does this intellect come from?

No god has ever thought about this question.

Except Hermes.

God's intelligence, undoubtedly, comes from a person who is like a reed and an ant.

This is the conclusion that Hermes, who is a god, came to.

Although he is not a human god, as the most widely distributed intellectual creature in the world, humans are always influencing God.

Hermes, who had obtained the way of thinking of humans, questioned the life-making experiment proposed by the great god [Flagship Zeus].

However, this kind of doubt was not raised by Hermes, who just hid this kind of doubt and thought in his own neural unit.

Because of doubt, when he handed over the image resources, he tested Poseidon, the father of [Demigod Oshenanos], and tested Poseidon's own attitude towards Oshen.

The result is... even though Poseidon has gained human intelligence, he still has not escaped from God's thinking mode.

In other words, even if he gets rid of God's thinking mode, Poseidon will not have any sympathy and confrontation with Oshen.

Everything is just a ruthless experiment.

Whether it is the "God Concubine" Doris or the demigod Oshennos.

They are just test subjects.

It is just a test piece used to prove that humans and gods can perform physiological activities and give birth to offspring.

It's just because it's the only successful exception, so it's attracting much attention, that's all.

Hermes thought and observed.

Humans love their children incredibly, whether they are fathers or mothers, this is a normal phenomenon.

Imitating the appearance of human beings, condenses human-shaped individuals, but still exerts God's arrogance.

"Whether it is right or wrong... how should I choose?" Hermes closed his eyes, his tone a little dull.

In a sense, Oshenos can be said to be his cousin.

He was born in the flagship Zeus and called Zeus as his father, and Zeus and Poseidon were brothers. As Poseidon's children, Oshen could naturally be said to be Hermes' cousin.

Pity, or...friendly for brothers?

Hermes couldn't get this answer.

But his eyes looked at Oshenanos with emotion.

Instead of like Zeus and Poseidon, just scrutinize and interest.

......

"That was probably what happened at that time." Oshin sat on the ground, observing and saying to Kimiya.

"He... can talk." Gimia thought.

Since his birth, these few days have been the strangest days he has lived.

I knew there was a monster in my body, and this monster caused me to leave my hometown. If the Doris tribe had taken him in, he might still be wandering now.

But now all of the factors are suddenly telling him that this monster has been helping him and has never harmed him.

I feel... I can't accept it...

"Oxion, I feel a little confused. I'll go back first..." Gimia felt a mess in her heart, sighed and stood up.

"Well, if necessary, you can take a day off tomorrow." Oshen was still a little worried about Kimiya's condition, so he added.

"No." Gimia shook her head and walked out of Oshin's shed.

Walking to the beach, sitting in his open-air shed, looking at the empty starry sky, Jimiya felt uncomfortable.

Close your eyes and Kimiya searched.

Looking for... I don't know why.

It is not subjective consciousness, it is just driven by instinct.

"Our conversation has no meaning, Jimiya." A voice came from somewhere.

Condensed in front of the Kimiya consciousness.

"No matter what we are talking about here, your brain's epidermis will not react, and you will not know anything with external consciousness." Ghimiya, whose pupils are red, said calmly.

"It doesn't matter." Ghimiya, who had light brown pupils, sighed, "I just want to...you tell me now, that's all."

"...Okay." Kimiya, with red pupils, responded calmly, "Then-Come with me."

Time changes in my heart, and a path appears in Kimiya's mind.

"This is... the truth is the end of the road." Red-eyed foot stepped on the road, looking at Jimiya with a blank expression, "Why, don't you dare to come?"

Gimia gritted her teeth: "What's there to dare to do?"

As he spoke, he stood on the road and walked in front of the red-eyed.

A faint smile appeared on the red-eyed face.

Two Gimia walked on the road one after another, and the scene around them became clearer and no longer the chaotic appearance in my mind.

The road is long and boring, and Jimiya is a little doubtful: "What is the end of this road?"

"The truth, or... the truth, what you want." The red-eyed face seemed to never fluctuate, and would always be calm.

I really don’t know why such a calm personality becomes so fierce when controlling the body...

Jimiya didn't say anything anymore, just walked.

There was a scene on both sides of the road, and that was...

Memories of Guimiya before.

Memories of the former tribe.

There are only memories of indifference and pain.

With his lips pursed, Kimiya's pace accelerated a little.

Red-eyed looked at Kimiya from behind and sighed.

Two Gimia finally reached the end of the road.

Jimiya was stunned.

"This is the truth you want... are you satisfied?" The red-eyed voice rang behind Kimiya, with a hint of mockery.

Jimiya sat dejectedly on the ground.

Black, purple - like chaos, turned into mist, wrapping around the figure.

The red chains wrapped around his limbs, fixing him so hard that he could not move.

That's a person.

Tall, handsome, and muscle explosion.
Chapter completed!