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

......

Lawrence has been back in Chaldea for several days.

Lawrence's eyes are now bloodshot.

"No...that's impossible."

"Why is it that nothing is missing?"

“I went to ask █, I went to █ and called all the differentiated individuals over to ask. As expected, just like me and Ocean, every Anno differentiated individual has a Luslan by their side!”

"but--"

"It's understandable that the servants around Anno and the administrators around ███ were not recorded, but the researchers around Anno would definitely not leave any trace."

"But, but—" Lawrence's face was covered in cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

She had never been so out of control before.

"The old butler who has been with me all my life and helped my research a lot; Ou Shen's good brother; Alma's great hero; Zuo Cun's foreign language teacher; that doctor; and ██'s acquaintance—these people—it's impossible for them not to be recorded!"

"This is unreasonable! This is unreasonable!"

Lawrence pounded his head a few times.

"Why, why doesn't it exist!?"

Why wasn't it recorded?

“Ruslan, you—”

Lawrence's eyes were bloodshot as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate.

What exactly is it?

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A note at the end of the volume (The Third Singularity has ended, congratulations!)

Ah, I've finished writing about the third singularity.

Unlike the previous two singularities, where the protagonists were clearly Chaldea, I have clearly defined the protagonist of this singularity as Archeranno Oceanus.

It was an experiment, and I'm not sure how it will turn out. Please excuse my poor performance.

Like Zuocun, Ocean did not join Chaldea, but accompanied Gudako on the path of restoring humanity (after all, I had to torment Lawrence).

Ahem, well, in short, Anno only needs one good mother, Lawrence, to accompany Gudako (Lawrence: Thank you!).

Later singularities might attempt similar approaches, but we probably won't see another one as dramatic as Ocean.

So, tomorrow marks the start of a new chapter, so please be mentally prepared!

This piece will be short, but I will use a writing style that is somewhat experimental for me to shape this new anno.

The title has been decided:

Berserker Volume 1: The London Monster

Please give me monthly votes and recommendation votes!

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Chapter 680 The Prince and the Monster

Nursery rhymes are children's songs.

Nursery rhymes are fairy tales.

Nursery rhymes are children's wishes and their heroes.

"The nursery rhyme is about you being lonely."

"Nursery rhymes are also a reflection of my loneliness."

Nursery rhymes are those who will always be waiting and watching over you at the starting line.

But nursery rhymes are books, page by page, books that can unlock your heart.

"With your slender, beautiful fingers, you turned the page of the nursery rhyme."

So, let's hear this story!

......

Long, long ago, there was a beautiful kingdom.

The kingdom was vast, capable of containing everything in the world; the kingdom was so beautiful that it seemed to exist only in the heavens.

The people in the kingdom lived in peace and contentment, and everyone had a smile on their face.

This is a land of happiness, a land of joy.

One day, the king had a son, a very handsome and adorable little boy, who became the prince of the country.

The little boy was very smart and cute. Everyone loved this cute and intelligent prince, and they called him the most beautiful and adorable person in the world!

But the monster living outside the kingdom heard the news and became very angry.

He said angrily, "Why is it that only cute things are liked by others?"

Why was that filthy little bastard born into this world? Why was he made so beautiful, while I was made so ugly?

"I want to become like him, and then let everyone forget him! Let me become this beautiful, loved person!"

"I'm going to kill him in the cruelest way possible, then drink his blood, eat his flesh, use his ribs to pick my teeth, and finally wear his beautiful, lovely skin!"

The monster went to find his good friend, a "dark" magician who lived deep in the forest all year round.

He asked the magician how he could become as cute as the prince.

The magician answered the monster's question, saying, "Bring the prince to me, and I can do it for you."

He added, “But this is not without cost; I need the cane of one of the king’s ministers to help you with this.”

“Take these with you. This pill can hide your huge, ‘deformed’ body, allowing you to temporarily turn into a small insect. Use this to bring the prince here. And this pill can put someone to sleep.”

The monster set off full of confidence.

He arrived near the palace and suddenly remembered what the magician had asked him to bring.

So he turned around and went to the minister's house.

But when he tried to take the cane, the minister spotted him.

The monster was very strong, and the minister tried to take back his staff, but he couldn't.

With no other option, the minister knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Please don't take my cane away. It's an heirloom of our family, passed down from my great-grandfather to my grandfather, from my grandfather to my father, and from my father to me. I can't lose it; it's everything to me."

However, the monster wouldn't reason with the minister. He rudely snatched the minister's cane and fed him a pill that could induce sleep.

"He killed the minister."

"He killed the minister!"

After obtaining the staff, the monster put it in its magic pocket, then ate another pill and transformed into a tiny mantis.

He flew to the prince's window and patted the window.

The prince, who was sleeping soundly, woke up.

The monster looked at the prince's face and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "What a handsome little prince!"

Her fair face was as white as snow, and her eyes were like diamonds, sparkling brilliantly.

The monster couldn't help but feel even more envious and jealous.

"Why doesn't he just die? Why doesn't he just die? I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!"

"Is it a praying mantis trapped outside? How pitiful. Come in quickly." The kind prince, unaware of anything amiss, opened the window and let the monster, who had transformed into a praying mantis, inside.

The monster stood in the prince's palm and said to him, "Prince, why are you so beautiful and exquisite?"

The prince smiled beautifully: "I don't know either, but I know that my beauty can bring smiles to others."

"But I'm ugly, and I want people to laugh because of my appearance, so can you help me?" The mantis that the monster had turned into looked very sad.

The prince looked at the heartbroken mantis and felt sad for him.

The prince agreed to the monster's request: "Then, what should I do to give you a beautiful appearance as well?"

"You just need to come with me, thank you, kind prince!"

"Thank you, kind prince, thank you for being so kind as to allow me to kill you."

"...No, wait a minute."

The monster led the prince out of the castle, out of the kingdom, and into the forest where the magician lived.

The magician was very pleased that the monster had fulfilled his request. He took the minister's staff from the monster and then broke it in front of both the monster and the prince.

It turns out that the minister was the magician's enemy, and the original magician was the minister. However, when a more capable minister appeared, the less capable magician lost his position and came to this forest to study magic.

After breaking the minister's most prized staff, the magician fulfilled his promise.

He used magic to replicate the prince's body, but the poor prince fell into a permanent slumber.

"etc."

The monster's soul entered the copied prince's body.

The monster gained a beautiful and lovely appearance, just like the prince.

"I said wait!"

The satisfied monster left the forest and entered the kingdom, where everyone praised its beautiful and adorable appearance.

But the prince fell into a deep sleep forever.

浠ヤ笅鍍呭?涓红繇鍦ㄥ?锷?

The poor king was heartbroken to discover that his prince was missing, but just as he was grieving, a guard came to report that the prince had been found again.

"No, I mean, something's not right, something's not right! The story shouldn't be like this!"

Stop! Don't portray me like this! Don't mold me like this! This isn't me!