Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Upon hearing these four words, Little Black Tower, who had just taken a bite of pudding, immediately froze.

Although she was not yet 6 years old, she already understood the meaning of death.

She didn't know what to say to comfort Mu, nor did she know what to do next.

Even after returning home, his expression remained blank.

Seeing that Xiao Heita was absent-minded, the young mother reached out and hugged her, gently kissed her forehead, and asked her tenderly.

"What are you thinking about, my child?"

"Mom... how did Brother Mu's parents die...?" Little Black Tower asked, her voice low.

"...Did you ask him...sigh..."

The mother sighed deeply, placed her hand on the back of Little Black Tower's head, and began to tell her story.

"Little Tower, a defender and doctor stationed at the border fortress of the Maze District by the United Government, faces crises every moment."

"Monsters emerge from the labyrinth area every day to fight to the death with the border guards. This has been the norm since the birth of the ethereal life form."

"Your brother Mu's parents were border guard doctors, and his mother was a close friend of your mother."

"By seniority, Little Ta should politely address them as Uncle and Aunt, but because of the United Government's assignment, you've never met them."

"87 days ago, your uncle took Brother Mu to the border hospital to perform the first mechanical prosthetic limb transplant surgery and gain experience."

"Don't let the fact that Brother Mu is only two years older than you fool you; he actually displayed an astonishing talent for medicine when he was much younger."

"Many novel and practical prescriptions were developed by him."

"...The surgery was a success, and Brother Mu even gave an interview to a reporter from the United Government that day, but who would have thought..."

That night, a large number of new types of ethereal life forms with short-range teleportation abilities launched a surprise attack on the border guards.

"Many people died that night, including Brother Mu's parents. If they hadn't used the space-time teleportation device to send Brother Mu away, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Little Black Tower bit his lip.

Thinking back to his questioning of Mu not long ago, he felt quite remorseful.

When someone exposes the deepest wounds in your heart, you still have to answer in a seemingly calm tone.

"So that's why Mom asked me to cheer up Brother Mu..." Little Black Tower's eyes welled up with tears.

"Not only that, when your mother was pregnant with you, your father and I both received kindness from Brother Mu's parents. If it weren't for their desperate rescue, we would never be alive in this world."

"Before Little Tower was born... what happened then?"

"Assassinated by rebels, with one foot in the River Styx, Little Tower, don't blame your father for being strict with you. He made you learn all sorts of knowledge from the age of four because he was afraid that one day something unexpected would happen to him and he wouldn't be able to teach you any more..."

Little Black Tower felt uneasy hearing this.

Looking back at the Black Tower from the future is even more unpleasant.

She was only 5 years old when this happened, and she didn't have enough empathy for such things.

She could only imagine how she would react and how heartbroken she would be if her parents suddenly passed away.

However, it is impossible to truly empathize with things that one has not experienced or does not want to experience.

"We are deeply grateful for the kindness of our brother's family; it would not be enough to repay them with our lives."

"That's why Mom asked you to spend more time with Mu-ge, to help him get out of his grief."

"He is still young and has a bright future ahead of him. Even if he chooses to live an ordinary life, he should not live in self-blame and guilt."

"Why feel guilty and ashamed?" Little Black Tower didn't understand.

"Because before their deaths, both his uncle and aunt coincidentally used the space-time teleportation device on him."

"...So Brother Mu thinks that his parents were killed by him, right...?" Little Black Tower's voice trembled slightly.

Ugh……

The mother sighed, said nothing, and simply patted her head gently.

The little black tower could read an affirmative answer from that sigh.

"Brother Mu has a wonderful father and mother..."

"yes."

"Don't worry, Mom. Xiaota will spend all her free time with Brother Mu!"

"Thank you, my dear child..."

"Oh, Mom, I want to buy a hat."

"Okay, what kind of hat is it?"

"Didn't Mom tell Xiaota a story before? I want to buy a magic hat for Brother Mu, hoping that he can be like the magician in the story and have the ability to save the people he cares about."

"Hehe, Little Ta is very thoughtful. However, remember to be tactful when giving the gift, and the timing is also important."

"Little Tower knows."

As the past scenes came to a close, Black Tower froze.

Mu was Qi Zhimu's thought, which irresistibly crashed into his heart.

But she quickly dismissed the possibility.

No, no...

No matter what kind of modification humans undergo, they can never become ethereal beings. This is an irrefutable conclusion and truth that has been established over many years.

Even if offspring are born from the union of a human with a virtuous human form, they will forever remain of the original human species.

Virtual life forms can only be born through the creation of original humans, combined with the environment of memory, in a way that remains unknown to this day.

Moreover, Mu and Qi Zhimu's facial features are not similar... at least not completely similar.

Mu-gege died when she was 10 years old, in the maze area, and never came back.

Of all the memories about him, this undeniable fact has never faded.

On the last day they met, he said some things to her...

I can't remember what it was about!

Black Tower covered his head, letting the images in his memory shatter and then quickly reassemble.

"Guess who I am?"

A soft, delicate hand covered the boy's eyes from behind.

"Little Tower".

"You guessed right, there's a gift!"

The girl stood on tiptoe and placed a pointed wizard's hat on the boy's head.

The boy was stunned. He touched the wide brim of his hat and turned around, puzzled.

"This is?"

"Brother Mu, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a very powerful young magician..."

The girl tells the boy stories she heard from her mother.

The boy listened quietly without saying a word until the girl finished speaking.

"But I can't be the magician in the story."

"That's not how it is, Brother Mu."

The girl picked up the two snowy owls that were lying beside the boy and sat down next to him instead.

"My mother told me not to succumb to fate and suffering, to face the future in the way I believe is right, and to do what I want to do, and I would have become a magician in the story."

"Although Xiaota doesn't quite understand what it means yet... what Mom means is: as long as you look forward, there's nothing you can't overcome."

The girl held the boy's cold hand tightly and smiled sweetly.

"Now, Brother Mu, you know why Xiaota gave you the magician's hat, right?"