Give the child a little shock to the world view

On the only bed in the room lay the victim who was still in a coma. He was the one who was most seriously eroded and was currently relying on the life plant given by the senior doctor to maintain his life. His face was still blue and black, and he was surrounded by death.

His hanging hand was nervously held by a pair of small hands. The little girl, who looked 50% like the victim, was only about five or six years old. She was sobbing in fear, with swollen eyes, and looked pitiful.

"Who is she?" Mayumi Hanega's question broke the silence in the room. She stared at the girl in the corner with a gloomy face.

The girl seemed to be frightened by her. She looked up and saw her golden pupils that were not like those of a human and her unfriendly face, and she shrank back a little.

"This child is the patient's daughter. Don't scare children." said Rika Shanshan. Because the person's face and body shape seemed to be a young man of about her age, her attitude was a bit casual.

Mayumi Hanega closed her mouth stiffly.

She didn't want to scare the children, but she was a little worried that the scene here would cause some shadow on the children.

Moreover, the threat of the death worm has not been completely eliminated. How can we let children come to such a dangerous place?

The thoughts in my mind are complicated, but they are not very gentle when I express them out loud.

Shanshan Lihua looked at Hana Mayumi and felt very strange. She looked at the magical girl Crimson with doubt: "Crimson, is this your friend?"

"This lady is my friend, her name is..." The magical girl Crimson, who had not yet asked Mayumi Hane's name, felt a little embarrassed when introducing her and subconsciously looked at her.

The latter said coldly: "Guardian."

"It's Miss Guardian." The magical girl Crimson, who felt that they were friends after exchanging code names, smiled foolishly, "Just call me Crimson from now on."

Mayumi Haga was not interested in the fact that she had to introduce her friend to someone she already knew. She turned her head and looked at Rika Sugiyama: "What is that kid doing here?"

She looked determined, wanting an answer.

"This gentleman's vitality has been eroding at a terrifying rate. Even if he is temporarily out of danger by hanging on a life plant, it is not a long-term solution." The doctor's voice was lazy as she explained to Mayumi Yuga the purpose of bringing the child here. "We need to awaken his desire to survive so that we can take the opportunity to expel that strange energy."

So they brought the gentleman's child, hoping that the child's calls would wake him up.

Of course, magic is also needed to assist in transmitting the child's purest heart energy to the father who is fighting against death.

In this way, he will definitely be pulled back from the other side of death.

Mayumi Haga stood there and patiently listened to this series of treatment principles that were impossible in her world.

"Can it be done?" She heard the question squeezed out of her throat, her voice hoarse and dry.

This was something that seemed impossible to her in the past. If it were so easy to do, everything she had been through would seem ridiculous and pitiful.

But her heart still looked forward to a positive answer.

Chapter 22 [Insect Swarm] and [Followers]

The doctor did not give any specific data. After all, this was her first time trying to treat such a patient.

Fortunately, after the girl's call was transmitted through mental magic, this treatment method really worked. The father's complexion gradually improved, and the black air on his face slowly dissipated.

The girl cried with joy as she hugged her father who had barely opened his eyes. The atmosphere in the ward was suddenly warm and cozy.

"Great!" Crimson was so happy that she was about to jump up. However, when she noticed the Guardian lady beside her, her eyes widened in surprise.

...Miss Guardian, did you smile just now?

The soft curve of the other person's lips seemed like an illusion. After just a moment of stunned silence, the other person returned to his cold and hard state.

I only saw Miss Guardian quietly leave the ward, with no intention of staying to continue enjoying this warm and perfect scene.

The little bear sniffed the strong and unique scent of the Guardian lady's emotions in the air. Tears began to well up in his eyes again, and then fell down.

--Very good.

Miss Guardian thought so, and joy welled up in her heart.

Although for a moment, this thought flashed through her mind:

How wonderful it would be if there was such magic in her world.

Everyone can be saved.

She didn't need to watch her friends from the Feathered Tribe being wrapped in greasy black mucus, struggling and melting to death. She didn't need to see the corpse of a child curled up in his mother's arms, she didn't need to check for suspicious dark traces of human figures on her bed before going to bed, and she didn't need to worry about the reservoir being filled with frozen remains.

She tried hard.

The stubborn guardian lady was searching like a madman for any life that could still breathe on the dead earth. She was willing to protect even one person, no matter what the cost.

Perhaps the amount of flesh and blood she had discarded exceeded the total number of lives on that desperate continent, but she couldn't remember clearly.

What she had tortured herself to the point of near collapse but still failed to do, was accomplished easily in this world.

This was a miracle she witnessed with her own eyes.

It might not be a big deal to the world, but to her, it was enough to erase all the meaning of her past.

Because she had completely failed.

But time cannot flow back, and the destroyed world cannot be restored. She has lost her hometown forever, but only sees the dawn in this new world.

As warm as the current scene is, it is so cruel to the guardian lady who has lost everything. The gap is big enough to drive people crazy.

However, the Guardian girl did not have any thoughts like “What exactly am I paying for?”

She was just genuinely happy about it.

That's great, people aren't dying from it.

Even though such a contrast made her previous efforts seem in vain, she still blessed the world from the bottom of her heart.

Great……

Even the tear glands that had been silent for a long time and were thought to be dead were beginning to stir.

Mayumi Hanega was so happy that she could hardly control herself. She didn't even notice controlling her facial expressions as usual and almost lost her composure in the ward.

Rarely, she smiled.

She had already lost her hometown and could not bear to lose it again.

Even if it's just for this miracle, she will do her best to protect everyone as if she were protecting her world.

In a place where neither the magical girls nor the monsters could see, Mayumi Haga's expression softened.

...

At the same time, above the city.

Under the cover of night, hiding in the cracks in the dark clouds, dark mist slowly dissipated.

In a world without resistance, as long as people touch the mist, they will disappear in just a few breaths as if corroded by strong acid, leaving behind at most some strange liquid of odd color.

Just like the world called "Alamo" that it once swallowed.

There were only a few wizards with magical powers in that world, and most of the guardians chosen by the world consciousness had no resistance to magic. It simply used a little trick to sneak attack a few threatening wizards, and never encountered any decent resistance again.

Just release the simplest [worm] to devour such a large amount of life energy.

[Death Worm] is not without intelligence. It should be said that its individuals do not have independent consciousness. All individuals are controlled by the same consciousness.

This consciousness, perhaps should be called "Swarm", possesses a relatively basic intelligence.

In the beginning, [The Swarm] was not really a swarm, but it devoured and assimilated enough Zerg followers, so the name naturally no longer seemed out of place.

It could sense that the world it descended into this time was different from the previous world that it could manipulate at will, and was filled with an unbearable magical aura.

The life here also has considerable resistance, and the [insects] it releases cannot even be assimilated by a few of the most ordinary humans.

What a trouble... [Insect Swarm] was somewhat annoyed.

The number of followers obtained from the previous world was also unpleasantly small. Those cunning guardians had already traded their souls to the world consciousness. Although he collected the core and wanted to assimilate it, the progress was pitifully slow. After drifting in the void for tens of thousands of years, he only analyzed one of them and had not even been able to completely assimilate it.

It's all because of that stubborn world consciousness.

Although its innate resistance was almost zero, Alamo's world consciousness was much more cunning. It delivered the [Spark] for reviving the world to the guardian in advance, and sent the guardian to another world at the moment of the world's destruction.

If the [Spark] of the second world is devoured, the [Insect Swarm] will be able to grow further, and its ability to assimilate its followers will naturally be greatly enhanced.

By that time, this magical world will no longer be a problem for it, unlike now, where even if it knows that the escaped guardian is here, it will find it difficult to take action.

Perhaps the previous experience was indeed too smooth...more senior followers must be dispatched.

Thinking of this, the [Insect Swarm] lowered its consciousness.

In the ocean of nothingness, countless screams converged into a concerto of hell. Deeper inside, a gray core was embedded with strands of pitch-black lines.

If Mayumi Hanega was here, she would be able to recognize whose Guardian Core it was at first glance.

A pair of golden eyes slowly opened.

Chapter 23: Memory fragments from another world

Kagura Yu also heard a strange sound tonight.

She couldn't help but pull the quilt over her head to cover it, trying to get some sense of security.

Everything was normal in the hospital during the day, but at night, she would occasionally hear strange conversations. The first few times she heard them, she thought someone was talking outside the ward corridor, but when she asked the nurse to help her go out and check, there was no one outside.

Moreover, it seemed that only she could hear the sound, and the nurse and the doctor here could not hear anything.

Is this an illusion...?

Kagura Yu didn't know if it was her problem. She couldn't understand why she was hallucinating when she only hurt her leg, not her brain.

But being able to hear girls of my own age talking to each other late at night, and the faint sound of a child crying, was really terrifying...

I will never come to this hospital again.

With this thought in mind, Kagura Yu fell asleep uneasily. Fortunately, her cousin came to accompany her for rehabilitation today, so she had more strength and could fall asleep faster after expending her energy.

So, Yu Kagura, who has extraordinary magical talent, had a very strange dream accompanied by the noisy sounds coming from the magic clinic in the hospital's [inner space].

Because her inspiration value was quite high and the location of the ward was affected by the spatial magic of this hospital, she dreamed of fragments of the past from another world while she was drowsy.

That was an encounter with the Guardian from someone's first-person perspective.

...

[She] was processing the ingredients of a potion whose original form was hard to discern in her hands. She threw the feet of some kind of amphibian into the pot and mixed it with the still-wriggling liver of a purple monster, then threw in some kind of branch with green fruits on it, and stirred it again.

A nearly falling apart medicine notebook was spread out at hand. In fact, much of the handwriting on it was blurred, so the guidance it could provide was limited, and the recipes were mostly incomplete. One could only rely on figuring it out on one's own.

The furnishings in the house did not look modern, but rather like the dark corner in a fairy tale where a witch brewed potions.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door. The careless and noisy sound was enough to startle people just by hearing it outside the door.

"Raniya! Don't stay in the house all day studying potions. Let's go and watch the fun!" said the young girl.

And [Raniya] herself just paused. Kagura Yu could sense the boredom in her heart and knew that this person called [Raniya] had no interest in joining in the fun.

Rania continued to process the material in her hands. She used a small knife to peel the skin of the material. The dark black skin she peeled off looked like charcoal, but the inside was soft, as red as a tomato, and even had a steaming hot core.

In fact, rather than saying it looks like a tomato, it would be more accurate to say it looks like "blood", but Kagura Yuu himself obviously didn't think in that direction.

[Raniya] did not move, but just dealt with the bloodheart wood in her hand.

However, the next words from the girl outside surprised her so much that she accidentally scratched her knuckles.

"That's the Guardian. Don't you want to go take a look, Rania?"

——Guardian?

[Raniya] was stunned for a moment, and didn't even have time to care about the precious materials that could not be used after being contaminated by blood. She just wiped her hands hurriedly, and didn't even remember to put down the knife in her hand. She stood up and walked out.

As she walked, she pursed her lips, her expression gloomy.

"There is no such thing as an immortal world agent in this world. Those idiots who went to join in the fun must have lost their minds!" Rania said unhappily as she pushed open the door.

This village is home to the few descendants of wizards in the world.

As the only person who can read the voice of the world consciousness besides the guardian, the wizard actually has similar duties to the guardian. Since wizards do not have combat power, they are more to assist the guardian in maintaining the operation of the world, and can use divination, prophecy or witchcraft to bless the guardian.

However, there are very few people in this world who have the qualifications to be a wizard, and qualifications are not passed down through blood. To this day, Rania is one of the few people left in the village who can still practice witchcraft.

Moreover, her success rate was not high. The contents of the witchcraft manuscripts passed down by their ancestors were obscure and difficult to understand. Her parents, who should have taught her, died of serious illness when she was young, so Rania had to explore on her own.

But as for herself, she had no intention of becoming a wizard.

What a guardian!

The village hasn't seen one in hundreds of years. Why should we waste our whole life waiting for a suspicious person who we don't even know if he still exists in the world?

What made her most resentful was her parents' last words before they died.