Terra's Magnetic Field

"Saria, I think you should go," Hemer said. Her tone was as plain as boiled water, and Saria could not detect any emotion in it.

Saria asked:

"Go... go where?"

Saria's tall body curled up, and her hand holding the spoon almost bent it. She lowered her head slightly, acting like a panicked person in front of Hemer.

Child.

Ifrit silently looked at the two adults who were facing each other beside her. As a child, she seemed too calm.

Hemer looked at Saria, she raised her glasses with her hand and spoke in a higher voice.

Hemer: "What else could it be? Of course it's about the battle for leadership!"

The muscles on Saria's face trembled, and her distorted expression squeezed out several obvious wrinkles. Her facial features were particularly three-dimensional under the light. She stammered:

"Leadership...Leadership battle?!"

She acted like she was hearing this for the first time, and Homer quickly realized what was going on.

Hemer: "You didn't even read the message from management, did you? This matter has already spread among the senior elite operators!"

Hemer's round-frame glasses reflected under the chandelier, looking very oppressive.

Ifrit: "It seems that the higher-ups are going to use a chicken-eating contest to select a new leader. All elite operators and above can sign up. It will be held in three months."

Both Hemer and Saria looked at Ifrit, but Ifrit didn't care. The little blond fire demon in a home dress tilted her head and shrugged, and said to her nominal guardians:

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you know that this is weird? I'm also a high-level elite operator. Strictly speaking, my status is higher than Hemer's... Never mind... I'll continue eating, don't bother me..."

Ifrit lowered her head to eat the food on her plate, and her two guardians looked at each other.

Saria: "Hemer... do you really want me to participate in the Rhode Island Chicken Eating Competition?... Can't we just live peacefully here?"

Hemer: "No! Not anymore!! I've had enough of this monotonous, hopeless life! Saria, the biggest mistake I made in my life was betting on you. I gave you my youth and future, and what did you give me in return? A miserable, mocked ending? Don't you know that if I had stayed at Rhine Life, I would have become the director and enjoyed wealth and honor! Instead of living in a two-story building and relying on others! I don't know what possessed me to believe you!"

After saying this, Hemer crossed his arms and turned his back to Saria. The two feathers on her head were shaking with anger.

Hemer's combination of punches left Saria speechless.

Hemer turned his back to Saria and said:

"Sareya, this is your only chance to prove that you are not a coward. Do you know that you have become a complete laughing stock of the medical department? I am embarrassed to admit that you and I are on good terms... This leadership battle has attracted the attention of the entire world. If you can perform well in it, it will also bring honor to your deceased master!"

Hemer's tone was gentler, and her gentleness only made her feel more guilty for Saria.

Poor Saria was played around by Hemer, an "ordinary man".

Ifrit picked up the plate expressionlessly and went to her room to eat. Today's conversation between the two adults was an eye-opener for her.

Finally, after Hemer's earnest "persuasion", Saria finally agreed to participate in the Rhodes Island Chicken Eating Competition. She needed to maintain her image on the island and give face to her woman.

"Oh! I'll just go..." Saria sighed and looked at the night view outside the window. The night sky was particularly bright tonight.

Although it is still winter, the evening breeze blowing in from the window is somewhat warm.

"Hemer, can I stay here tonight?"

"Okay," Hemer agreed for the first time. Since she wanted to use Saria, she couldn't just oppress her. Giving her some sugar would make Saria more obedient.

At the same time that Saria decided to join the leadership battle, the door of a ward in the medical department was opened, and a "visitor" pushed the door open and walked in. He greeted the middle-aged man in the ward:

"Hello, Jeston Williams. Are you okay?"

When Jeston heard the door open, he quickly turned his head to the other side and saw a young Rupert holding a fruit basket and smiling at him. He remembered this guy.

Jeston said subconsciously:

"It's you!"

Jeston was very excited. It seemed that he had a acquaintance with the young man at the door. What were these two people "plotting" in this ward this time?

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Facts have proved that Christine is the best woman for Saria...

Or is it "Storm"?

When I saw An Xin hiding a recorder in a bouquet of flowers in front of his master's grave, I felt a little disgusted with this character. Although his actions were in compliance with legal regulations, they violated basic morality and hurt other people's feelings.

In my opinion, the character of An Xin seems to be a law-abiding and self-disciplined person, but in essence he is selfish. The environment he grew up in made him independent of most things in life, which also led to him being able to easily abandon those things he thought were unnecessary for the sake of rules, because he never had them.

Before, I thought An Xin just had low emotional intelligence, but later I realized that what he did had nothing to do with emotional intelligence.

He was seeking psychological comfort, thinking that as long as he did this and became a "good person" who conformed to "universal values", he would feel at ease. That kind of comfort could even allow him to continue sacrificing the people around him.

Looking at the overall situation, his contribution is actually very small. If he didn't have a background, he would have died long ago. His success is built on the sacrifices of many people around him. If others help him by breaking the rules in his mind, he will blame them in return, but he will not hesitate to take what he needs.

As

If a person can hurt others for the sake of his own moral standards, then what is the point of following those rules?

He just became a ruthless law enforcement machine rather than a person.

Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. However, An Xin requires others to do the same if he can do it himself. He has no basic empathy, and his good attitude towards others may be out of pity, so I think he is actually "hypocritical", and so is the other protagonist Gao Qiqiang.

Gao Qiqiang's hypocrisy was that he could be a good person when he was young, but that was only because he was incapable of doing evil at that time.

Chapter 421 Where the Light Doesn't Reach

In Terra 1094, Zeston was still an operator working in Rhodes Island. He was exiled to this place by Bella after the defeat.

It was an ordinary afternoon, and it should have been an ordinary escort mission.

“Amiya…Amiya…she…she killed someone! Wow!! Aaaaaaah!…How could this happen? What should we do now?”

The nightingale was chirping, and her shrill voice annoyed Jeston.

Jeston held the trembling Amiya in his arms. When he held the girl's hand, it felt cold, and when he put his forehead against hers, he felt her forehead was hot.

Half of Amiya's body was stained with blood. This was not her blood but the blood of the civilians she killed. Jeston caught a glimpse of a pair of lonely legs. This was the only intact part of the unfortunate guy. The rest of the guy was exploded into meat paste and scattered all over the ground.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, which was ten times stronger than the smell of salted fish left outside to dry.

Jeston stretched out his hand and opened Amiya's tightly closed right eye. Seeing the pupil shrinking into a diamond shape under the eyelid, he could feel that the power in this girl's body was uncontrollably eroding her remaining life...

Hati said that everything in this world has its own capacity. Once it obtains something that is inconsistent with its own capacity, that thing will burst and inevitably go to destruction.

Now Amiya has accepted something that is not suitable for her. Her tender body cannot hold more. When Kal'tsit and the others transplanted the power of the Demon King, they did not realize that the power of the Demon King would expand after adapting to the host body...

Jeston saw glowing cracks appearing on Amiya's wrists, and felt the power in her body surge like a tsunami.

Jeston closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then calmly told Nightingale:

"If she explodes, it will probably flatten the land within a hundred miles..."

Jeston couldn't help laughing when he said this.

“Hahahahaha~ What the hell… Hahahaha! Damn it, why did this happen to me again? How the hell could this happen?!”

After hearing this, Nightingale had no choice but to be shocked. With her 350,000 horsepower of [Peerless Power], she could only wait for death if she encountered such a thing.

Jeston looked at Amiya in his arms and said to Nightingale:

"Absolver, do you have a sister?"

Nightingale: "I don't have any blood sisters, but Shining is like my sister?"

Jeston: "I used to have a younger sister, she was about the same age as Amiya."

Nightingale: "Why do you say before?"

Jeston: "Because now there is no more..."

Nightingale: “Oh…”

Jeston: "Liz, would you give your life for someone? When you care about that person so much that you value their life more than your own, would you fight for them until you die?"

Jeston looked at Amiya's pain with a complicated expression. He thought that adults like them were useless. Why did they let children suffer like this? Shouldn't it be the responsibility of adults to protect children? But they didn't seem to be doing this now.

Nightingale: "What's the point of asking that at this time? Neither you nor I can stop Amiya from self-destructing. There is nothing we can do now except wait for death. Even if we abandon Amiya and leave immediately, we can't escape..."

Jeston: "I won't run away. There is only one way for us to survive..."

Jeston rolled up his sleeves to reveal his sturdy arms. He saw the glowing hot spot on Amiya's chest, with hot light constantly leaking out from there. He stared at that place and frowned.

Next, he was going to do something absurd, something as dangerous as what he did when he left a rear guard in Colombia a few years ago...

Jeston closed his eyes again, and after a few deep breaths, war marks appeared on his face.

No one knew what the outcome was, but a pillar of light appeared in the sky above Kazdel that day, as if someone had deliberately directed the energy of the explosion into the empty sky.

The heat from that beam of light was comparable to that of magma, and for a time it made the sun appear dim.

The incident was later blocked by Rhodes Island and no one knew about it except a few travelers passing by nearby.

Five days after the light column incident, Jeston woke up from his hospital bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a young Rupert sitting beside his bed. The guy was peeling an apple with a fruit knife in his hand, which startled him.

The young man smiled upon seeing this and introduced himself:

"My code name is knife, and I am the person in charge of this incident."

Knife's face looks very thin when he is looking up, mainly because of his high cheekbones.

Jeston's mind was very confused when he just woke up. He was even more confused after hearing Knife's description of the "incident", so he asked:

"What incident?"

"It's about the light column that rose up somewhere in Kazdel three days ago," kn

ife picked up the photos on the bedside table. Although the photos were blurry, he could still see the glowing columns.

Knife: "You did this, didn't you? Nightingale has already told us everything."

Jeston: "Nightingale? Oh, she's fine..."

Knife: "She's fine. Amiya was in a critical condition but she still managed to save her life. I didn't expect such an accident to happen during a small mission..."

Jeston: "What did you do to that kid? She just lost control of her emotions. She killed the civilians we were supposed to be escorting... and then..."

Jeston tried to extract continuous fragments from his vague memory. Three days ago, before Amiya self-destructed, he used his body as a carrier to absorb Amiya's excess power and shot that energy into the sky, which prevented major casualties.

But the price he paid was that his physical condition worsened and his life span was shortened again. He might not live to be fifty...

Just as Hati said, he madly squeezed his life in order to gain the strength to fight with those extraordinary people, and nothing would be left after burning everything... A mediocre person like him would only be qualified to be on an equal footing with those "geniuses" even if he burned everything.

If it was Saria, if it was Tallulah, if it was Yelena, if there was someone stronger than me... wouldn't they be able to do better? Jeston thought as he sat on the hospital bed.

Once again he felt useless.

"You don't need to blame yourself for your incompetence," Knife looked at Jeston, the fruit knife in his hand did not stop.

"In this land, when you think you are strong, there will definitely be someone stronger than you. When you think you are weak, there will definitely be someone weaker than you. We will never be able to reach the pinnacle or sink to the bottom."

"Well, it seems...that's true," Jeston said absentmindedly. He couldn't feel his right arm.

Although his right arm could move normally, he had no feeling... It was as if part of the soul in his right arm was gone, and part of his body had become a walking corpse...

This was the first time that Jason realized that his life was in danger and he began to feel the crisis.

"I can't go on like this... If I die too early..." Jason thought of his "sister's" smile.

Although "Sister" no longer remembers Zeston, she still secretly looks after the operator codenamed "Rosemary" and does her best to protect her life.

In the end he still lived for others.

"Thank you...", Jeston opened his mouth and took the apple piece handed to him by Knife. He was not too resistant to this almost mocking feeding behavior, or should it be said that he was numb to it? ...

"I can't taste it," Jeston's left eye burst into tears uncontrollably. Although he sat still on the bed, his voice was trembling. "It's obviously a fresh apple, but I can't taste it..."

"There is no taste, only a cool touch..."

Jeston's words might seem incomprehensible to others, but Knife understood that this was the last straw that broke Jeston's psychological defenses.

Just now, Jeston realized that he had lost his sense of taste, and when he cried, he found that no tears could flow from his right eye.

well……………………

What else would this land take from him?

Knife could only watch. He was a little hesitant whether to tell Jason about his next plan...

Two years later, in 1096, Jeston woke up from his sickbed as usual and opened his eyes to see the familiar ceiling. He was a frequent visitor to this place.

There were footsteps near the door, and judging from the rhythm, they were coming towards him. Jeston didn't want to look in that direction, because every time he woke up, there was no good news.

I remember two years ago...