So I'm a sheep.

Silently releasing his grip, Abador made a silent accusation against the god of mischief.

It smells so good, but it turns out to be a fake fruit?

"Hahaha, the little guy's reaction is so funny!"

Yes, they're treating Abador like a giant toy.

'Looking at them, Hill and Lucia are the ones who will become good mothers in the future.'

Lucifer is definitely the super strict type; her children probably won't have much of a chance to experience maternal love.

Coco, well, she'll probably become good friends with her own children, and she won't act like a mother at all.

Sasha's thoughts wandered, and she thought of herself again.

'...'

'I guess I'll never be a good mother.'

So, if we have children in the future, we should ask Hill and Lucia to take care of them.

Volume 1: Chapter 730 Second Perspective

While taking care of Abador, Sasha pondered how to deal with the mechanical pantheon.

She repeatedly used the light of fate to spy on the operation of the Mechanical Order, the thoughts of her acquaintance, and even the movements of the Mechanical God.

The sage was dissatisfied with the machine god's coldness.

'The mechanical god knew this, yet still heavily relied on him; reason outweighed emotion.'

The mechanical pantheon is not without flaws, but it lacks the kind of flaw that could shake the entire pantheon.

"Mother, are you troubled?"

Abador is growing up very fast; he is now about seven or eight years old.

With Sasha's correction, 'Mama' became the more formal 'Mother'.

“I have a formidable adversary, and I’ve been observing it and its pantheon recently.”

"Unfortunately, we still haven't found a way to kill with one blow."

Just as she never concealed her true purpose in creating Abador, Sasha would not be perfunctory in such matters because of her young age.

"You are so powerful, the heavens are so powerful."

What kind of opponent could cause you such concern?

After a pause, Abador tilted his head and asked, "This involves a game with fate. Do you need to plan ahead so that it collapses without a fight in the future?"

Wow, the little guy's serious expression is so cute!

Sasha couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheeks.

“A pointless act,” Abador said coolly.

Hehe

Sasha kneaded her face like dough, which finally provoked a protest from the latter.

"Please stop, it's so embarrassing—"

After making a fuss, Abador covered his face and said, "Mother, perhaps you're standing too high."

Sasha paused for a moment, then gestured with her eyes for Abador to continue.

"If you can't find a way to kill your opponent by looking down at them, why not look at them at eye level or look up at them slightly?"

"Changing your perspective may bring new insights."

The Heavenly Vice-Lord pondered for a moment and felt that Abador's words made sense.

"Phew, it's decided, I'll reward you today."

"I'll cook you some fish soup myself—"

Upon hearing this, Abador's face fell: "I still prefer the fish soup that Sister Lucia makes."

"Hmph, objection overruled!"

Sasa's cooking skills are really hard to describe (compared to Lucia's), but it's not that she can't use cheating methods to make the food taste better.

But to paraphrase Abador, it makes no sense.

..........................................

Abador's words inspired Sasha, and she decided to change her perspective.

Sasha spun a pure thought and bestowed it upon a girl who had just passed away, thus activating her second-person perspective.

"..."

I'm so cold, so hungry, and in so much pain.

who am I?

where am I?

I need help!

“Ah-e—”

She struggled to make a faint sound in an attempt to call for help, and by a stroke of luck, a passing mechanical priest found her.

"Oh, there's a girl dying in the garbage dump."

Philip hesitated. He had seen this kind of thing many times on this planet and usually wouldn't pay attention to it.

The problem is, today is her daughter's birthday, and the girl in the garbage dump looks about the same age as her daughter.

It just doesn't feel right to just leave like that.

"Damn it, I can't help you if it's a serious illness."

"Oh, why do I have such good eyesight?"

Philip stopped the car and ran to the girl's side, cursing.

"Hey, are you still conscious?"

He lifted her eyelids to take a look and then performed a simple physical examination on the girl.

Long-term malnutrition, high fever, and a fractured skull suggest he may have been severely injured.

It's not a big problem; I can handle it myself.

“My Lord, from now on I am the kind-hearted Philip.”

He took out a small bottle of nutrient solution and poured it into the girl's mouth, then the mechanical priest lifted her up with one hand.

"Lucky guy, I've decided to save your life!"

.........................................

With Philip's help, the girl was lively and energetic again three days later.

"You currently owe me 300,300 credits. Let's round it down. Do you have any relatives here?"

"..."

The girl looked at him innocently and shook her head.

"Tch, I knew it."

"uncertain"

"what?"

"I don't remember."

"Don't even try!"

The mechanical priest sneered, "You want to say you have amnesia? Please come up with a different excuse."

"But I really have amnesia."

The girl said helplessly, "I only remember my name is Saya, the rest..."

“Little liar, now you should say: I’ve forgotten everything, I can’t even remember my own name.”

Philip's sarcastic remarks infuriated the girl.

"priest!"

"Ok?"

"Why 300,300? Fever reducers, IV fluids, skull repair surgery, all added together, it's barely 60,000 credits, right?"

"Yo ho!"

Philip slapped the girl on the head: "Isn't it clear? There's no sign of amnesia at all?"

"Besides, I saved your life! What's wrong with charging a little more? Tell me, what's wrong with charging a little more?"

The weight of gratitude for saving her life fell on her shoulders, leaving Saya speechless with rebuttal.

"But I really don't know if I have any relatives left. Even if I do, they probably won't pay for my expenses."

They were all lying alone in the garbage dump, waiting to die. If they had even one relative who was willing to take care of them, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

.....................................

"Hmph, if you can't come up with the money, here are two options for you to choose from."

Philip lit a cigarette: "First, we'll dress you up and sell you to human traffickers."

Observing the girl's expression, Philip realized that she was not afraid at all.

"You think I can't do it?"

The mechanical priest wanted to scare her, so he deliberately made a ferocious expression.

"I wonder if anyone would be willing to spend three thousand credits to buy me, Father. You're really losing money by selling me to human traffickers."

Hmm? Still a little rascal.