Bengtetsu, the shapeshifting me, causes trouble everywhere

Then Black Tower laughed:

"Don't waste your energy. Do you think I wasn't on guard against Void after you impersonated Miss Huangquan?"

Although uncertain, Black Tower was also worried that this guy, after impersonating someone else, might be able to inherit the other person's abilities.

So even though she designed a device specifically to suppress the erosion of nothingness, she had refrained from taking action until now.

but!

"Don't forget, we now have a Star God who represents hope and miracles. Ha, you think you can escape using the power of nothingness?"

Black Tower raised its hand, pointed to the large sphere of light that was acting as the artificial sun of Black Tower City, and let out a mocking snort.

"..."

Finished!

Ruan Mei was instantly filled with despair.

She never imagined that the strongest creation she had worked so hard to create would turn around and put her in such a predicament.

"Hey—can we make peace?!"

Ruan Mei forced a smile, looked up at Hei Ta and Ruan Mei, and blinked.

But it's a pity.

Black Tower and Ruan Mei have no heart at all!!

They each grabbed one of Ruan Mei's arms, and smiled at the same time.

"At this moment? Are you joking?"

Volume 1: Chapter 58 Chapter 58 The Light of Hope Blooming in Prayer

Just as 'Nguyen Mai' was 'arrested' by the two geniuses.

When Zero and several other Giants of Light went to the Tarak Federation.

Some changes.

It has already begun to happen quietly in the Tarak Federation.

On an ordinary life-bearing planet located on the border of the Tarak Federation.

The towering skyscrapers, layer upon layer, have crammed all the living space.

Special equipment is deployed in layers on the high-rise building, blocking the sunlight from falling to the lower floors.

Tarak Federation,

Since the founding of the Federation, sunshine has become a service that can only be enjoyed by paying money.

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In a dilapidated, cramped space that resembled a sewer.

All the lighting comes from those densely packed virtual billboards.

In a small, cramped room.

A boy in his early teens stared intently at the virtual screen in front of him, watching a tokusatsu hero drama that had been filmed countless years ago by some unknown civilization and had almost no popularity.

Born into the lowest social class, he had never seen real sunlight.

They simply cannot afford to watch popular superhero dramas that require payment.

Then one day, he found this free superhero drama.

The hero on the screen is portrayed as Helis, the embodiment of the sun, with a crimson body and a silver-white breastplate.

He carries blazing flames and radiance, capable of dispelling countless enemies and bringing dawn to the world he protects.

The story is clichéd, the premise is unoriginal, and the episode count is frighteningly long.

But he fell in love with this unpopular hero.

Because it brings sunlight.

He always prayed that Helis would come here.

Could it also bring sunshine to him and everyone who lives here?

He wanted to see what real sunlight was like, and whether it was as warm as described on the StarNet.

If he could see the sun, could it help his mother defeat her illness and help his father defeat the villain who stole his smile?

With such simple aspirations, I felt a pang of sadness. [螧捌}听中∪＿转☆∈qun：

He checked the number of free plays for the day.

What followed was a barrage of motivational ads boasting about their planet's continued economic growth this year.

He regretfully chose to withdraw.

Then he got up to take care of his mother.

This is his daily routine, and it began when he was eight years old, when his mother collapsed.

This lasted for seven years.

As for learning?

Learning also costs money, and it's quite expensive.

The federal government does not even allow anyone to teach their knowledge to others without permission.

He thought today would be just like any other day.

She takes care of her mother, waits for her father to come home from work for dinner, and then goes out to discuss the day's drama with her friends.

Bang-!

The dilapidated iron gate was kicked open roughly.

The clean, crisp uniform he had only ever seen on television appeared before him.

Behind the sheriff was his father, hunched over, looking extremely nervous.

"Ha, you lowly commoner, aren't there still two people left? Hand over the right to breathe for three people right now! Otherwise, heh~ you'd better pray that your wife and children can live without breathing."

As he spoke, he pulled out three collars that looked extremely expensive.

He casually tossed it on the ground.

"This collar will automatically tighten if you don't pay for it, making it hard for you to breathe. Wear it yourself. Of course, it costs 100 credits."

"What?! But, but I don't have that much money anymore!"

Upon hearing the man's words, the sheriff impatiently kicked him away!

Bang! !

How could a frail, already unhealthy man withstand the power of a sheriff?

He was sent flying backwards and crashed into the clutter in the stairwell.

But the sheriff suddenly shouted angrily:

"If you don't have it, then die!! You bastard! Who gave you permission to yell at me! Of course, it doesn't matter if you die. We'll collect the cost of disposing of your body and your right to breathe today from your wife and children. If they die too, then we'll collect it from everyone in this building!"

Speaking of which.

He suddenly looked up at the neighbors who were peeking from behind the door and shouted:

"Did you hear that! Anyone who dares to die is a sinner against everyone!! It's those who want to die who are adding to your burdens!"

The hallway fell silent.

The only thing he did was plead and apologize repeatedly while he was in a daze.

It echoed in the cramped space.

Meanwhile, on the billboard above the man's head, a bloated lord, beaming with pride, constantly boasts about how much economic value his people have created.

The sight of the thin, hunched man lying on the ground only made him appear even more absurd and ridiculous.

The boy stared at the scene in disbelief, speechless.

But the sheriff was getting impatient.

He strode into the room.

Looking at his mother, who was still unconscious and bedridden, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He shoved the collar into the boy's hand: ■

"Hey, you, go put the collar on her!"

Let the child kill his own mother; the expression on that bastard's face then will surely be quite amusing.

He looked down at the boy with a sinister, gleeful smile on his face.

The boy stared blankly at the exquisite necklace in his hand, and suddenly realized something: his father was out of money, and this sophisticated high-tech item could cost his mother her life!

He subconsciously thought of Helis and everything he had taught.

"……don't want."

"what--?"

The sheriff grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him up.

"Can you say that again?"

Looking at the ferocious-looking sheriff, the boy, emboldened by some unknown source, suddenly raised his collar and smashed it into the sheriff's face.

"I said I don't want to!! You bad guy! Stay away from my mom!!"

The collar failed to cause the slightest damage and was repelled by the uniform, which had its own field shield.

But the sheriff suddenly calmed down.

He pulled out his sidearm, pointed it at his mother on the hospital bed, and pulled the trigger expressionlessly, as easily as pressing the button on a lighter.

Bang-!

With a gunshot, the bullet tore through the mother's chest.

It also completely shattered the boy's world.

Driven by instinct, he cried as he raised his fist and furiously pounded it at the man.

He didn't understand why there wasn't an incarnation of the sun to defeat this villain.

He didn't understand why his mother was to be killed when he had done nothing wrong.

"You killed your mother, you bastard."

The sheriff's malicious laughter rang in the boy's ears.

But the boy recalled Hollis's experience, where the villain had done almost the exact same thing.

But Helis exposed the villain's sophistry.

No, it was you who killed my mother!

The boy stared at him intently, tears streaming down his face.

It was as if he wanted to imprint every inch of his flesh and blood into his own soul.

"what?"

The sheriff tilted his head, looking into the boy's eyes, and felt nothing but disgust.

"Wait! Sir! He's just a child, he doesn't understand anything. I'll pay right now, I'll pay right now!"

The father, humbled, struggled to his feet, wanting to beg for mercy and to let his child live.

"You killed my mother, and now you want to force everyone to pay for your murder!!"

Faced with the boy's shouts and the father's pleas, the sheriff silently raised his pistol.

It was placed inside the boy's mouth.

"No, you are the murderer. You killed your mother. Tell me! Otherwise, I'll shoot you in the throat."

The smell of gunpowder from the recent firing and the smoldering gun barrel constantly stimulated his nerves.

He knew he was going to die, but he didn't want to give in.