In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Kimia felt a little uneasy under their gaze.

"What are you doing?"

“...How about we come out and talk?” Ou Shen suddenly smiled and said to Jimia.

He was verifying one of his own conjectures.

Kimia was somewhat stunned.

Then, he closed his eyes tightly.

A captivating aura emanated from Miya.

Ou Shen looked at the now much bigger Da Jimiya and swallowed hard.

Holy crap, he actually shouted it out...

"This?" Luslan didn't reply, his gaze shifting back and forth between Oshen and Jimia.

Jimia slowly opened her eyes, and as Ou Shen had expected, they emitted a captivating red light.

Kimia's eyes were originally brown, but now, even the whites of her eyes are filled with blood.

“…Red-eyed brother?” Ou Shen tilted his head and asked tentatively.

"I won't have much time outside, so ask me whatever you want quickly," Red Eyes said, his voice even rougher and wilder than Miya's own.

Oshen and Ruslan exchanged a glance, both seeing the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"Why are you causing trouble?" Ruslan asked first.

"To help Miya." Red-eyed Miya replied quickly.

"Why did you fight me back then?" Ocean asked immediately.

"To help Miya," Red Eyes replied again.

"Why did you come out and go back so quickly when you were fighting the Sphinx?" Oshin pressed.

"To help Miya."

Three identical answers.

Red-eyed Miya glanced at the two of them, then smiled after a few seconds.

"You two are good friends."

Then, Kimia's momentum weakened, and she closed her eyes again.

Kiyomiya opened her eyes solemnly, her gaze clear and focused.

"He... came out?" He was a little unsure.

"Ah."

"Out."

Oshin and Ruslan spoke one after the other.

"What did he say?" Kimia felt a little frightened.

The two looked at each other and said in unison, "To help Miya."

Jimia: ? ? ?

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Chapter 505 The Truth You Pursue

"So what are you two talking about?" Miya frowned. "Didn't he come out and cause any trouble?"

Luslan shook his head: "Not only did he not cause any damage, he also seemed very easy to talk to."

"this?"

Do I live in the same world as you?

Oshin smiled and said, "Let's keep going. I'll tell you when we get back to the tribe."

......

Hermes stood atop the clouds, gazing down with great interest.

"There are quite a few unique things on this planet."

"I've never seen anything like what Kimia is going through before."

With his eyes slightly narrowed, the handsome young man looked troubled.

"Well... no matter what, my stance as a god cannot change."

Hermes sat on a cloud and sighed softly.

"Is it really okay to treat children who are truly capable of thinking as guinea pigs?"

Hermes's eyes held a complex expression.

intellectual.

After taking over the power of God, the fleet undoubtedly became God.

A god born on Earth.

Subsequently, he gained intellectual understanding.

Where does this intellect come from?

No god has ever pondered this question.

Except for Hermes.

God's intellect undoubtedly comes from humans who are like reeds and ants.

This is the conclusion reached by Hermes, who was a god.

Although they are not gods of humankind, as the most widely distributed intelligent beings in the world, humans influence gods at all times.

Having acquired human thinking, Hermes questioned the life-creation experiments proposed by the great god [Flagship Zeus].

However, Hermes did not raise this question; he simply kept it hidden within his neural units.

Because of his doubts, he specifically tested Poseidon, the father of the demigod Oceanus, during the handover of the video resources, to gauge Poseidon's attitude towards Oceanus.

The result was that... even though Poseidon gained human intellect, he still couldn't escape the thought patterns of a god.

Or rather, even if he were to break free from the mindset of God, Poseidon would not feel a shred of pity or respect for Ocean.

Everything was just a cruel experiment.

Whether it's the "goddess" Doris or the demigod Oceanus.

They were all just experiments.

They were merely experimental subjects used to prove that gods and humans could engage in physiological activities and reproduce.

It only receives a lot of attention because it is the only successful exception, nothing more.

Hermes pondered and observed.

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

They mimic human appearances, forming humanoid sub-individuals, yet still exercise the arrogance of gods.

"Is it right or wrong...? How should I choose?" Hermes closed his eyes, his voice heavy.

In a sense, Oceanos could be considered his cousin.

He was born from the flagship Zeus and called Zeus his father. Since Zeus and Poseidon were brothers, Ocean, as Poseidon's child, could naturally be considered Hermes' cousin.

Pity, or... brotherly love?

Hermes could not come up with this answer.

However, the way he looked at Oceanus was indeed filled with emotion.

Unlike Zeus and Poseidon, who merely observed and were interested.

......

“That’s roughly what happened back then,” Ou Shen said to Jimia, sitting on the ground and observing.

“He…can talk.” Miya pondered.

These past few days have been the strangest days he's ever experienced since he was born.

Knowing that there was a monster inside his body, a monster that forced him to leave his home, he might still be wandering if the Doris tribe hadn't taken him in.

But now all the factors suddenly tell him that this monster has actually been helping him all along and has never harmed him.

I feel... a little hard to accept...

"Oshin, I feel a bit confused, I'm going back first..." Jimia felt her mind was in turmoil, sighed, and stood up.

“Well, if necessary, you can take a day off tomorrow.” Ou Shen was still a little worried about Jimia’s condition, so he added a sentence.

“No need.” Jimia shook her head and walked out of Ou Shen’s shed.

Walking to the beach, sitting in her open-air shed, looking at the empty starry sky, Kimia felt a pang of sadness.

With her eyes closed, Miya searched.

Searching for...something about myself that I don't even know why I am.

It wasn't a conscious decision, but simply driven by instinct.

"Our conversation is pointless, Jimia." A voice came from somewhere.

It coalesced in front of the consciousness of Jimiya.

“No matter what we talk about here, your cerebral cortex won’t react, and your external consciousness won’t know anything,” said the calmly red-pupiled Kiyomiya.

“It doesn’t matter.” Kimia, with her light brown eyes, sighed. “I just want... you to tell me now, that’s all.”

“…Okay.” The red-eyed Miya replied calmly, “Then—come with me.”

As time shifted within her, a path appeared in Miya's mind.