Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

Author: Bai Ling

Summary:

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You created me without permission, and you abandoned me without permission.

You want me to go back now?

What did I do wrong to make you disrespect me like this?

Ruan Mei, we can't go back.

I have many new mothers, mothers who are countless times better than you.

Mother Kafka would listen to me with a smile and stroke my hair, cheeks and lips.

She didn't get angry even though I tore her stockings.

Mama Jizi had a train that was loaded with starlight, and we had travelled and gone on adventures together, and when I got tired she would rest her lap on my shoulders and gently sing me exotic lullabies.

She always kept a room for me on the train, saying that then I would have a little home.

That is home, you can't give me home.

I can go home at any time and she will be waiting for me to come home.

Even Mother Heita, busy with work, would order her puppet to accompany me.

……

"Ruan Mei, from now on, let's not meet again."

"I'm afraid my mothers will be jealous."

Volume One

Chapter 1: He once lived

"After all, you are just a creature and cannot be my child."

"I can never be your mother."

………………

Black Tower Space Station, Confined Cabin.

In an unknown underground laboratory, the columnar culture dish shattered, and an unknown nutrient liquid mixed with the blood of unknown creatures spilled onto the ground.

A short circuit in the electrical wires caused a fire, and the alarm sounded immediately. The small robot, which was programmed to show panic emoticons, kept broadcasting.

"Warning, warning! Warning, warning!"

The naked boy with white hair and pure beauty opened his gentle and clear light green eyes.

Wade through the ever-permeating nutrient solution.

Ignoring the bloody wound on his fair right fist.

He let the blood flow out and fall to the ground, and with his steps, flowers bloomed one after another, as if they came from the other side.

Heading towards the depths of the laboratory.

The boy's eyes revealed the purest, most innocent, and most flawless emotions in the world, as well as an attachment that came from the instinct of life.

He kept muttering to himself, his voice as soft as the wind.

"Mom... I'm here to see you."

Even though he had not yet touched the breeze, the grass buds, the flowers, and the sky.

All good things.

And the synonym of all good things - mother.

The nameless white-haired boy has been immersed in nutrient solution since he was still an artificial embryo, growing day by day.

He doesn't understand the meaning of his existence, nor the reason for his birth.

Until that day, the light of wisdom lit up in his heart.

The boy opened his eyes for the first time from the translucent nutrient solution.

Saw her at first sight.

He finally got the answer.

She was a beautiful lady who was extremely gentle, elegant, gracious and dignified.

She was not naked like herself, but wearing a hollow silk lining and an unknown long skirt that looked fairy-like.

The green double spiral leg rings on the white and slender thighs were deeply engraved in the boy's memory.

Along with the gentle smile she showed him.

It became a sedative and elixir that supported the young man through one dangerous experiment after another and prevented his spirit from collapsing.

Ruan Mei is her name.

That was what the boy later heard from some staff members who were conducting experiments and gossiping.

But compared to this, he would rather call her - Mom.

The mother who created him and gave him life.

A collection of all the good things in this world.

The only thing in his life.

"Mom, I'm here to see you."

It had been exactly nine thousand one hundred and twenty-three hours, thirty-nine minutes, forty-five seconds, forty-six seconds, forty-seven seconds since Ruan Mei last came to see him...

The white-haired boy possesses a sharpness and wisdom far beyond that of ordinary people.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to understand or even master the language without any education, and only through the texts inadvertently revealed in the casual conversations of the clerks.

Even in the petri dish, the nutrient solution blocked his throat, making him unable to speak.

He could also quickly learn to pronounce words within just a few seconds after breaking the petri dish, and constantly correct himself until he could pronounce them correctly.

But this innate talent also brought him unimaginable torture.

The pain perception and sensitivity are dozens or hundreds of times greater than that of ordinary people.

Just by walking, he could feel the flowing air like a sharp blade cutting his skin and eyeballs inch by inch.

Cold, sticky, thirsty and hot.

Countless feelings were trying to dismantle the boy's spirit and destroy his will.

Like tentacles that tortured him, whipping, wrapping, and licking...

He tore them off one by one and moved forward, bleeding.

Use your life to pave a road to hell.

Behind him was a trail of blood that flowed like a long river.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

tick...

[Experimental subject has breached the containment facility]

[Subject ■■ has taken the wrong path, he is heading towards the abyss]

[In the long, dark corridor, a giant stinging insect appeared from the void behind him, flapping its wings. Is he going to die? ]

[Amazing fighting talent, endurance, insight, determination and will, using non-fatal wounds to exchange for opportunities to learn, and narrowly escaping death several times. ]

[He killed the real stinging insect with his sick body? What an incredible...creature.]

【Stop here, you have done enough. 】

[Enough... to attract the god's attention.]

【Suggestions from a mediocre person. 】

Unfortunately, the boy has the most difficult to cure disease in the world.

Its name is "stupidity".

"I haven't seen my mother yet."

This was his answer.

In the shadows, the man with a face as flawless as a plaster statue sighed.

Maybe he should record the death of subject ■■ in advance.

Only that lady could unblock the file.

To this day, the man still doesn't know whether she gave him a name.

If not, his death would be a complete tragedy.

Tragedy is to crush beauty in front of people.

But everyone’s definition of beauty is different.

A pure white boy with a pure heart that makes all men unable to help but feel pity for him.

Where is he in the eyes of that woman?

Riding in the space station elevator that kept falling towards an unknown place, the boy, covered in blood, looked out of the transparent window in a trance at the boundless universe and the dazzling stars.

He had never seen such a beautiful scene, and he was unable to recover for a long time.

"I really want to... show it to my mother."

How naive and foolish.

But the man who was watching him out of curiosity couldn't laugh.

Because these might be the most romantic words he has heard in the past decade or so.

It was spoken with joy by a boy who had never truly lived a day in this world.

Ruan Mei, someone once wanted to move the entire starry universe just for you to have a look.

What about you?

Will you stop and look back for him?

The beating of the young man's sincere heart cannot make the gods stay.

But it awakened the Star-Breaking King Worm Skarakabaz (fictitious) lurking in the abyss!

Even though it was just a replica made by Ruan Mei, it was far inferior to the real Breeding Order, which possessed the power to split celestial bodies at will.

But there is still no suspense that it wants to kill the boy who has only been born for a dozen minutes in social terms.

The huge insect king that filled the corner of my eye created a hurricane with its wings, which made the young man who was standing on the huge and cold platform take several steps back, with his snow-white hair fluttering in the wind.

The fear of impending death gripped the boy's throat, suppressing him and making him unable to speak or breathe.

He screamed desperately in his heart.

Live!

Live! Live!

Find the only solution to survive!

It’s… time!

Fifty-six seconds!

[Even I can't imagine the power that his life exploded with in order to survive at that moment.]

[How did he see through the vast ocean of data, and use paper to record the huge amount of calculations that was enough to pile up a towering mountain, and calculate the result accurately and without error? ]