An Zhe picked up a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it. He folded it, handed it to Run and walked toward the door. Rum opened his mouth but An Zhe made a ‘shh’ gesture. Standing outside the door, through the translucent glass door, he stared at Polly with tenderness and sadness. There was a click and he locked the door from outside.

The sound awakened Polly, who was immersed in his research.

An Zhe turned and walked down the stairs. His steps were slightly unstable and his internal organs felt like they were burning. Eventually, he passed the people on the first floor of the white building. He descended the steps of the front door and came to the scorching flames of the Simpson Cage.

He shouldn’t have been here. He was a member of the Abyss and it was his kind attacking humanity. Now he stood with humans who acknowledged him and treated him well.

The fire rolled up and the heat burned his face. He leaned over and coughed up blood a few more times. A heterogeneous shouldn’t have been standing here. Did he feel happy or miserable about joining a human community?

It took time for a mushroom to wither. The melting of mycelium was a slow process. He had closed his eyes countless times and felt he wouldn’t help them the next second, yet he still opened them.

What kept him here up to this time? Probability? Polly said that probability was fate. Yes, then fate let him come here!

The vines protecting the institute fell to the ground with a bang. Tang Lan’s wings were bleeding as he staggered in the air, fighting against a giant eagle who dived down. The sharp beak pierced Tang Lan’s shoulder and blood splattered. He didn’t even groan. He just held the bloody wound with one hand while the other hand turned into a claw that pierced the giant eagle’s eyes.

Blood was dripping on the ground. Did humans regret having a different happiness and suffering from other living creatures?

An Zhe smiled as he took another step toward the Simpson Cage, the tongues of fire licking at his face like a hot summer. He heard the sound of banging on the glass from the white building but he didn’t turn back.

Burning along with the Simpson Cage was the sun. The huge sun was sinking, a magnificent golden red luster shining on half the horizon. The battle of the institute was still ongoing and howls, blasting sounds. blood, the morning light and the light of the fire mixed together.

Uncle Shu, who cooked potato soup for him, was picked up by a monster and dropped. His body hit the ground heavily, his eyes stiff as blood flowed from them. Blood soaked the ground and death was everywhere. Everything in the world became slow motion in his eyes as An Zhe stepped forward.