I am the magnetic field maniac

Cursed Child

This ridiculous and bullshit situation really exists almost all over the world. People in Tokyo discriminate against these kids and call themselves the "plundered era." But what about America?

It's the same, there's no difference, except that the discrimination here in Tokyo is not as "hidden".

The cursed children have no legal protection, and there are no interest groups that will make money under the banner of "protection". The forms of discrimination against them in this country are extremely brutal and direct.

In this country, even homeless people can survive by picking up expired and stale food thrown out by convenience stores and bakeries, but the cursed children cannot do so.

Because they are not allowed to approach the city, once they are discovered they will be severely "punished" and thrown out.

Therefore, the children of the curse can only live in the suburbs of the city or in the corners of the slums, in those dark places where darkness and ugliness breed.

Drug dealers and gangs would force these children to transport drugs for them, and hooligans would bully them for no reason...

The police turned a blind eye to the brutality they suffered and even beat them maliciously...

Almost anyone in this country is qualified to kill a girl under the age of ten.

Or, do something even more extreme.

Of course, perhaps it is fortunate that because the enterovirus contained in the Cursed Child has the possibility of mucosal transmission infection or even body fluid infection, some more ugly and disgusting atrocities did not happen.

But... there is no limit to human perversion and ugliness.

If you can’t do something ugly directly, then use indirect methods to do it. Or rather, because you can’t do it directly, you create countless ugly “indirect” methods.

Tina, who grew up in this country, has always heard about these things.

Of course, because she was chosen to be Dr. Ayn Rand's experimental guinea pig at a very young age, Tina was not "fortunate" enough to come into contact with these ugly things.

Of course, being treated like a guinea pig and being arbitrarily manipulated by a knife on a lab table is not a good feeling.

"This place... should be okay."

The one-armed Tina dragged Rentaro, who was holding a small box in his arms with his lifeless eyes, into an abandoned attic in the slums of the West Coast...

After settling Rentaro, who was like a puppet and had almost no reaction, down, he patted his head and whispered...

"Take care of it here. Tina believes you can recover. Now just rest and recuperate."

"Aba Aba..."

Rentaro looked at the girl with blank eyes. His mind and heart were completely closed, unable to understand or recognize the girl's words.

He just nodded mechanically and held the small box tightly in his arms.

Tina smiled a little bitterly. Will Rentaro recover? Tina didn't know. She really didn't know.

But she couldn't abandon Rentaro, because they were not only companions, but also because Tendouki had saved Tina with his own life...

The heavy weight of gratitude is sometimes no different from the shackles of curse. These shackles that bind the conscience are often so heavy that it makes people breathless.

She returned to the United States because she had no choice but to return to the United States, and she still had hope in her heart that Dr. Ayn Rand, her "master," would help her.

Although her mind told her that the hope was so slim, Tina still had to do it.

Her transmitter had been working for a long time and had sent many messages, but still no one took her back to New York.

As long as she returns to New York, the master will not ignore her and will also be able to help Rentaro.

Tina placed her only hope in New York, the place where she grew up. She believed there was hope for life there, not because she was stupid, but because it was the only "home" she could think of.

Gulu...

The sound of stomach gurgling could be heard in the dusty attic. Tina stood up and realized that she had no food and no money left.

Her expression was also a little confused, because she grew up in a laboratory and had never experienced the concept of "making money". She just knew that the general concept existed.

But she still knows the common sense that food needs money to buy, but how should she make money?

Tina was silent for a while. The one-armed girl combed her hair which looked dry due to long-term neglect and said softly...

"Wait for me, I'll be back with food soon."

Rentaro didn't react, and it was impossible for him to react. After forcibly stopping the runaway magnetic field power, his closed inner emotions made him unable to express anything.

But there is no doubt that he can see, hear, and receive any external information.

He just couldn't react.

Just like a pool with a blocked outlet, water called information keeps flowing into the pool, while things called emotions that should be discharged are accumulated in the pool and cannot move.

The sun shone through the tiny cracks in the attic, and he stared blankly at the dust floating in the light, which slowly dissipated.

"Aba Aba..."

Rentaro gently stroked the pattern on the box in his arms. He tried hard to express something, but he could do nothing.

When the sky gradually darkened and the darkness and silence of the attic seemed to swallow everything, Tina finally came back.

The lovely dress had become messy and stained with dirt, and there were a few inconspicuous scars on the lovely face...

But the few pieces of bread and synthetic food packaged from the convenience store that she brought in her arms were intact.

Tina left most of it to Rentaro and hid in a corner and ate the remaining half in silence.

Rentaro blinked and stared blankly at Tina as she made a "baba" sound and her body trembled slightly.

"You don't have to worry about me. Tina will be happy if you just take care of yourself. Think about Miss Tendo. We must live well."

Tina watched Rentaro's actions, then simply stepped forward and gently handed the thing to Rentaro's mouth.

It seemed that when Tendo Kisara was mentioned, Rentaro's dull expression finally changed a little, and he mechanically opened his mouth and ate the food.

From now on, such days will repeat themselves day by day...

Unable to move or make any expression, Rentaro just lay in the dust in the attic, lying there motionless, quietly waiting for Tina to come back.

Sometimes she would bring some food, and sometimes she would bring back some money...and all the money would be stored in Rentaro's pillow.

Sometimes Tina came back with wounds all over her body, sometimes she only had bruises, and sometimes her clothes were just a little messy.

But every time, she always brought back food and some money.

“As long as I save enough money to go to New York, everything will be fine.”

Tina would repeat this sentence every time she fed Rentaro and wiped his body.

As long as I save enough money and can go back to New York, everything will be fine.

And what about Rentaro? He still hadn't gotten any better, like a piece of wood that couldn't talk or move.

This rigid and continuous life continued for a long, long time, and Rentaro in the attic could not feel the change of time.

He just held the box in his arms, motionless.

Until one day, Rentaro, who was staring blankly at the attic entrance, heard a noise during the day.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw a person falling out of the attic window.

A black man wearing a hip-hop style sweatshirt and earrings doesn't look like a good person.

After seeing Rentaro yell, a bunch of English words popped out of his mouth, and Rentaro could only translate some of them with difficulty...

What? It turned out to be the right decision to follow that chick. She even has a paralyzed gigolo of her own.

What, that chick doesn’t have a hand, but she’s really good at her job…

Rentaro's expression remained unchanged. His locked heart could receive any information but could not express any emotion.

Even the slightest bit of anger.

"Aba Aba." Rentaro could only stare with his eyes wide open, continuing to repeat the same sound... and it was obvious that the black man had no intention of saying anything more to him, a paralyzed man.

He immediately started searching the entire attic, and when he found nothing, he even uttered the word "Fuck" several times... until his eyes locked on the box in Rentaro's arms.

His eyes lit up and he reached out to grab it without hesitation. Rentaro tried desperately to grab it, but the black man couldn't pull it off after several attempts, so he cursed and started punching and kicking Rentaro!

During the dispute and fight, the pillow behind Rentaro flew away, and under the scattered banknotes, the black man's expression brightened and he kicked Rentaro away and collected the money.

It was obvious that this was what he came for.

But is this the only reason he came?

It's like putting a fifty-dollar bill and a one-hundred-dollar bill in front of you and asking you which one you take.

Only children would say they want a hundred yuan, while greedy adults would say they want them all.

"Ohdarling, Lookatyoursturdylittlewhiteass——"

With obscene words that Rentaro could not and did not want to translate, the black man flipped over Rentaro's body and pulled down his pants with a lewd smile.

Rentaro buried his head in the quilt, and his body was trembling, but he could not make any sound or expression.

62. Falling into the hell of suffering

There is no end to suffering, and the very idea of ​​bouncing back from the bottom is an inexistent paradox.

Because you never know where the "bottom" you are about to touch is, and maybe that is the lowest abyss that you will never reach.

When Tina returned injured and in disarray with her income and food, what she saw was undoubtedly a scene of falling into deeper suffering.

She stared blankly at the messy room. The money she had saved with great effort was plundered, and the person she was supposed to protect was...

Tina finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke down crying.

Putting aside the knowledge and cognition that was forcefully instilled in her when she was bred as a weapon in the laboratory, Tina is actually only less than ten years old, a real child in the secular sense.

At an age when she should be studying and growing peacefully in primary school, she has to bear responsibilities that do not belong to her and endure pain that she should not endure.

But there is nothing surprising about this.

In this country, in this world, it is not uncommon to find people who are as miserable as her or even more miserable than her. At least the Rentaro in front of her is much more miserable than her.

The tragedy of falling into the abyss of suffering is constantly unfolding... However, the road leading to the deepest abyss of despair does not seem to have ended yet.

"Aba Aba..."

Rentaro reached out his hand with difficulty and touched Tina's head, as if to comfort her, as if to reassure her that she was fine.

He indeed did not suffer much physical harm. After all, even if his strength could not be exerted because of the closed and accumulated power in his heart, his body had still been transformed.

But this tenacity may have become one of the sources of his continued suffering.

Compared with the physical pain, he suffered more mental devastation.

But now he doesn't have such ability, he has no ability to vent his emotions.

For him, this suffering was nothing more than acceptance, suppressing the emotions in his heart where he could not express them.

He didn't feel anything, not even humiliation...but these emotions would not disappear, they were just squeezed in the depths of his heart.

Tina stopped crying because crying wouldn't change anything.

She silently cleaned up the messy attic, washed Rentaro's dirty body, rolled him up in a quilt, and silently carried him on her back to leave.

It was no longer safe here, and they needed to find a new place to live. But where could they find safety here, in a place that had been swallowed up by danger and ugliness?

Carried by Tina, Rentaro saw the neighborhood at night for the first time.

There were women everywhere, dressed in revealing and flashy clothes, and many of them were young girls.

Some cursed people who can't find a job, can't afford to eat, and can't afford the cheapest inhibitors are forced to join this industry.

They cannot provide the last step, but they can provide many, many "services" before the last step.

And because the Cursed Children have extremely strong physical plasticity and powerful recovery abilities, they can satisfy the perverted and harmful hobbies of many customers.

Their eyes are empty without any hope, only despair of living day by day. No one has the right to condemn them, because they have given everything just to survive.

"Aba Aba..."

"Don't worry, Rentaro, I don't do that kind of thing." Tina held Rentaro tightly behind her and said softly...

The bustling city with bright lights and feasting, the huge and towering city, the great country praised by countless people sitting in chairs typing on keyboards, but there is no place for any of these children.

No, it's not just these children, there are many more who are suffering in silence...

Listen in the depths of despair to those who live in heaven singing praises of how wonderful this world is.

Singing praises to suffering is something that even the most vicious devil cannot do, but humans can do it.

Humans don't deserve and don't need to protect anything.

Because even if it is a bright future that is 99% perfect...