As someone in sequence 001, I also want to give up today.

Jiangcheng Commercial Street.

A man in wrinkled clothes and with messy hair strolled slowly through the crowd, his hands in his pockets.

He squinted at the sky, then looked at the crowds of people coming and going, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Buying things?

What to buy?

What does a wealthy woman of Su Wenjin's caliber lack?

Short of money? They have plenty.

Lacking superpowered equipment? She's the daughter of the Su family; her equipment is definitely better than what you can buy on the market.

What's missing...?

The clone scratched its head and decided to go for a stroll in the shopping street first.

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

He walked slowly forward, looking around as he went.

He stopped and took a look at a milk tea shop as he passed by.

There was a long queue at the entrance, all of them young girls.

He thought for a moment, then turned and left.

Su Wenjin probably doesn't drink milk tea.

He stopped and took another look at a clothing store as he passed by.

The shop window displays a wide variety of women's clothing, from casual to formal.

He thought about it for a moment, then left.

Su Wenjin's clothes all look custom-made; she probably wouldn't be interested in these.

He stopped again as he passed a pet store.

Behind the glass window, several kittens and puppies were playing.

He stared at it for a while, then suddenly thought—

How about we get a pet?

But Su Wenjin's family already has peacocks, and she also saw a dog of unknown breed in the yard before, so they probably don't lack pets.

The clone sighed and continued walking forward.

Choosing this gift was more difficult than I had imagined.

As he was thinking, he suddenly stopped.

In the distance, a faint energy fluctuation was sensed.

Direction...Northern suburbs.

The clone's brow twitched.

That fluctuation... it feels somewhat familiar.

It felt like space was being torn apart.

He stood there, hesitating for three seconds.

The original body sent him out to buy things, not to meddle in other people's business.

However, he soon received instructions from the main body.

Go check it out.

The clone turned into a small alley, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then casually waved its hand.

The person became completely transparent.

Then he lightly leaped up and floated towards the northern suburbs.

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Northern suburbs, abandoned industrial area.

This place isn't far from where the fat orange cat fought the rat king last time, but it's a bit more remote.

The factory was in ruins, the machines were rusted, and weeds grew wildly.

The clone landed on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, its gaze fixed on an open space not far away.

There, the air is distorted.

It's like a transparent cloth being twisted hard, creating visible wrinkles.

The wrinkles grew deeper and denser, until finally—

"Rip—"

A soft sound, like the tearing of cloth.

A dark crack appeared in the air.

The crack was more than a meter long, with irregular edges, as if it had been forcibly torn open from the inside by something.

Through the crack, you can see the other side...

I can't see anything.

There was only endless darkness and the occasional, eerie glimpse of light.

The clone crouched on the roof, staring intently at the crack, its eyes unblinking.

This was the second time he had witnessed a spatial rift opening on its own.

The rift that opened in the God Group was man-made, not opened on its own.

And this crack...

It felt different to him.

more like...

For some reason, a collision occurred between the two worlds.

Just like the time the bell appeared...

The crack lasted for about a minute.

The clone just squatted there, waiting.

He wanted to see if anything would come out of it.

If so, what would it be?

A strange beast? Or...?

Like a bell?

He was somewhat expectant.

But a minute passed, and nothing came out of the crack.

The clone was a little disappointed.

"That's it?" he muttered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the edge of the crack began to tremble slightly.

That's a sign that it's about to close.

The clone sighed and prepared to leave.

Just then—

A sudden noise came from the crack.

"Thump."

It looked like something had bumped into something.

"Knock knock".

Immediately afterwards, a small figure rolled out of the crack.

The figure landed on the ground, rolled twice, and then lay there motionless.

The crack contracted sharply the moment the figure rolled out, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It's as if it never existed.

The clone was stunned for a moment.

He stood up, then floated down lightly, landing beside the thing.

I looked down.

It's a rabbit.

A rabbit covered in blood.

The fur was white, but it was stained with blood in patches, obscuring its original color.

It has long ears, one standing upright and the other drooping.

Eyes closed, body rising and falling slightly, still breathing.

The clone crouched down and reached out to pick up the rabbit.

It swayed.

The rabbit was limp and unresponsive.

He sensed it carefully.

Grade A.

This rabbit is a Class A exotic beast.

And he was seriously injured.

Internal organs were displaced, at least three bones were broken, and the body's energy was disordered, putting it on the verge of collapse.

The clone looked at the dying rabbit in its hand and suddenly smiled.

"Not bad, not bad," he said. "An extra meal tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rabbit in his hand jerked violently.

Those eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

They are round and bright red, like two rubies.

It stared at the clone, its eyes almost overflowing with fear.

"No..." it began.

The voice was very soft, very thin, and trembling.

"Please don't eat me...please..."

The clone was stunned.

This rabbit can talk?

And this sound...

Soft and chewy, like a little girl.

He couldn't resist shaking the rabbit again.

"What did you just say?"

"No...don't eat me..." The rabbit's voice became even softer, trembling with sobs.

"I don't taste good... really... I'm covered in blood... and I smell bad..."

The clone stared at it for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

"You're a rabbit, how can you speak human language?"

The rabbit shrank its neck and twitched its ears.

"I...I've known how since I was little...no, I mean, everyone in my area knows how to..."

"Where are you?" the clone asked, intrigued. "Where? Over by the rift?"

The rabbit nodded, then shook its head, then nodded again, and finally, unsure whether to nod or shake its head, it just stood there frozen.

Looking at its cowardly appearance, the clone suddenly found it somewhat interesting.

"What's your name?"

The rabbit blinked: "Name...name?"

"Yes, name."

"I...I am called Snowflake."

The clone remained silent for a second.

"snowflake?"

"Hmm..." The rabbit's voice trailed off, "My mom named it..."

The clone held the rabbit up to its eyes and examined it closely.

It's about the size of a palm, covered in blood, but furry, so it should feel nice to the touch.

It has two ears, one standing upright and the other drooping, which looks a bit comical.

His eyes were red and round, filled with fear.

"How old are you?" the clone asked.

"Two...two years old."

Two years old.

A two-year-old Class A alien beast?

The clone raised an eyebrow.

This rabbit has quite a talent.

"How did you get hurt like this?" he asked again.

The rabbit's ears twitched.

"Being...being hunted down..."

"Who's after you?"

The rabbit paused for a second, then whispered, "Bad...bad person."

Clone: ​​"..."

Asking is the same as not asking at all.

He put the rabbit on the ground, squatted down beside it, and watched it.

The rabbit lay there, not daring to move, only secretly watching him with its red eyes.

"Do you know where this is?" the clone asked.

The rabbit shook its head.

Do you know who I am?

The rabbit continued to shake its head.

Do you know what I'm going to do with you?

The rabbit's body trembled.

"Extra food..."

The clone laughed.

"You remember it quite well."

The rabbit was about to cry.

It didn't understand that after finally escaping from that terrible place and finding a crack to crawl through, it had just landed when it encountered someone who wanted to make it its meal.

Why is life so bitter?

Looking at its pitiful appearance, the clone suddenly felt a little sorry for it.

He thought about it for a while and suddenly had an idea.

"I have a question," he said.

The rabbit raised its head and looked at him.

Are there many people like you where you're from?

The rabbit paused for a moment, then nodded.

"A lot... a lot..."

"Does everyone speak human language like you?"

"Most of them will..." the rabbit whispered, "where we're from... we speak the same language..."

The clone nodded thoughtfully.

Another world, indeed, is different from this one.

"Do you want to go back?" he asked.

The rabbit shook its head frantically.

"No, no! That place is too scary!"

"So you want to stay here?"

The rabbit nodded.

"So what do you plan to do? Wander the streets? Get captured? Get eaten by some monster?"

The rabbit's expression froze.

It seems it hasn't thought about this issue.

The clone looked at its dazed expression and suddenly laughed.

"Here's what we'll do," he said. "I'll find you a place to stay."

The rabbit's eyes lit up.

"Really...really?"

"Yes." The clone nodded. "But there's a condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"As a gift."

The rabbit was stunned.

"A...gift?"

"Yes," the clone said. "I was originally going to buy something as a gift, but now that I see you, I think you're much more interesting than those things. If I give you to her, she'll probably like it."

The rabbit fell silent.

It looked down at its blood-covered appearance, then looked up at its clone.

"I...I look like this right now..."

"It's okay, just wash it clean."

"I...I am a Rank A beast..."

"Hmm, that's good, it's high-class."

"I...I can speak..."

"Perfect, unique."

The rabbit opened its mouth, as if to say something, but in the end found that it couldn't refute it.

This human seems genuinely intending to give himself away as a gift.

It felt a little wronged.

But it dared not resist.

It could sense that this human was very strong.

It was so strong that it couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

It has no choice but to accept its fate.

"Then... will the person who delivered it eat me?" it asked softly.

The clone thought for a moment.

"Probably not."

"should?"

"Yes, probably."

The rabbit fell silent.

It suddenly realized that it might have jumped from one fire pit into another.

But it had no choice.

It could only nod.

"Okay... alright."

The clone smiled with satisfaction.

He reached out, picked up the rabbit, and placed it on his shoulder.

"Don't move, or you'll fall and die, and that's not my fault."

The rabbit curled up into a ball, clinging tightly to his clothes.

The clone stood up and looked around.

The crack disappeared, and the space returned to calm.

He turned and walked towards the city.

After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you have a name, right? Snowflake?"

"Um……"

"It's easy to remember," the clone said. "From now on, I'll call you Snowflake."

The snowflake didn't speak; it just buried its head even deeper.

-

Meanwhile, in northern Xinjiang.

On the top of a snow-capped mountain, a little girl in a black Lolita dress sat on a rock, holding a fairy tale book in her hands.

Lilith.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the southern sky.

A glint of light flashed in his purple eyes.

"It's open again..." she murmured.

After a moment, she looked away, lowered her head again, and continued reading.

He muttered something under his breath.

"So many things have happened this year. Prophecies, the gray-clad man, and the world collision. It's so annoying."

She turned a page.

"Let it be destroyed. I've lived for hundreds of years, that's enough."