About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Perhaps it was because he subconsciously knew that this room contained his happiest experience, so Pause did not attack here even when he was in a rampage.

After leaving the room where he once lived, Orson followed the route in his memory and walked to a room that looked to be the largest in the entire village as if by "instinct".

This is the village's "granary." Although it's called a "granary," it only stores food for a few months a year to pay taxes. Most of the time, this so-called "granary" is just a huge, empty room.

Of course, Orson knew very well that before this granary became a ruin, it was once "full" - but it was filled with those dying infected people.

"...It's been so long, and ironically, this place hasn't been damaged?"

Orson entered the granary. Because the wind and snow were barely blocked, the temperature inside the granary was slightly higher.

The barn remained in good condition, no different from before. Orson could even vaguely see the palm prints left by countless infected people on the inner walls of the barn.

"..."

Orson looked around. He wanted to build a tomb for the infected people who had died here, but there was nothing suitable around.

Of course, the bodies that could be used for memorials have long since disappeared. The bodies of those infected who starved to death here have been processed and buried.

Orson walked outside the barn and found several pieces of gravel of different sizes. He held them in his hands and returned to the barn. He swept away a piece of snow and then slowly piled the stones into a cone-like pile.

—I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.

Orson clasped his hands together and prayed silently to the nameless grave.

"What are you doing, Orson?"

After a brief silence, a girl's voice was heard behind Orson, and this voice had been heard in this village before.

"I'm just mourning for the deceased... Although I don't know if these methods are right, Tallulah."

Orson stood up from the ground and turned to look at the silver-haired Draco girl in military uniform in front of him, Tallulah, the supreme leader of the "Security Company [Reunion Movement]".

Upon hearing that Orson was heading north, Tallulah, who was in Che City, expressed her determination to join them. For her, the ruins in the north were not only the origin of Orson, but also the starting point for her own rebirth, and the reunion movement.

"Condolences... If I had come earlier, maybe they could still be saved."

Talulah's tone was a little depressed. In fact, she almost exploded when she saw the bodies of the dead infected people, but because of the existence of the young man Orson, Talulah was not completely consumed by this anger. Her thoughts were more attracted to the young man who was the only one who was still barely alive among the countless corpses.

"I don't know...but this isn't your problem, Tallulah. You don't need to bear the lives of these infected people."

"On the other hand, Orson, don't blame yourself for everything that happened in this village."

"I… well, yeah."

Tallulah's words made Orson rub his hair awkwardly, and then the boy and girl's eyes met again.

……

Both of them were in a trance for a moment, in the same ice and snow, in the same ruins. Each of them reflected their own figures in each other's pupils, as if they had returned to the past.

Orson recalled the moment they first met. His ability went out of control and he slaughtered all the silent "perpetrators" in the village. He had completely overdrawn his physical strength and would have become just another corpse that could be seen everywhere in the North.

What changed all this was the appearance of Tallulah. The encounter between the two allowed the two, who might have collapsed on their own, to find a glimmer of hope for redemption.

Meeting Tallulah, and then, and then...

When recalling the time when he saw Tallulah and said the first words, Orson's cheeks turned red instantly. The reason was very simple. He remembered the dark history of calling Tallulah "my wife" when he saw her in a hazy and confused state.

Now that I think about it, I was an "extremely dangerous person" who destroyed the entire village. I was also very unstable mentally, like a bomb that could explode at any time.

And it was such a "bomb" that the first words he said after seeing a strange woman were "my wife". In a sense, it was a blessing that he was not killed directly by Tallulah.

"What are you blushing about, Orson?"

Tallulah asked curiously about Orson's change of expression.

"Just recalling the first time we met..."

"First meeting—hmm"

Tallulah thought back to the first time she met Orson, and unsurprisingly, she blushed as she recalled Orson's overly straightforward "confession."

The shy Draco and the embarrassed Chimera looked at each other, and when their eyes met, they laughed together again.

Although these outrageous experiences in the past are still so embarrassing that they make people want to hide in the ground when they recall them now, for the two of them, these experiences are also extremely precious treasures that belong only to them.

"When I heard this, I never thought that Orson and I would have such a relationship now."

Tallulah said with a smile, her tone a little sighing and a little happy.

"Yeah... I didn't expect to survive and get to where I am today."

"Haha, but speaking of which, when I first met you, Orson, your personality seemed a little different from now."

Tallulah lit a fire next to Orson to provide warmth to Orson, who was "not in good health", and then sighed with a smile.

"Is there a difference in personality?"

"Yes, we've been together for a long time. Normally, Orson, you wouldn't be the type to call a girl you just met 'my wife...' right?"

"Stop, stop, stop talking!?"

The dark history was dug up again, and it was told by the person involved. Orson waved his hands in panic and tried to stop Tallulah.

"Or, Orson, do you actually say 'my wife' to every girl you meet, using this method to quickly distance yourself from them?"

“No, I’m not…!”

Tallulah asked Orson with her hands on her hips, while the latter was killed by the dark history and buried himself in the snow pile next to him, entering the classic super autistic mode.

Of course, Tallulah was just joking, but to be honest, she was really annoyed with Orson's habit of always seducing new girls whenever he went out.

But now she has more or less gotten used to it, and even developed some extremely strange sense of "pride" about the fact that Orson abducted the girl.

He is worthy of being the man I like, so charming, he can easily attract girls, huh - such silly thoughts.

——But, come to think of it, it does seem to be true. Calling someone "my wife" as soon as we meet...it doesn't seem like something I would say...

Orson, who was hiding in the corner and was autistic, realized his blind spot. Although the pressure of survival and the various problems he encountered when he first joined the guerrillas made Orson unable to think about this problem, when he thinks back now, his behavior at that time and the "courtship declaration" after meeting Tallulah...doesn't seem like something he could do.

It would be better to ask, is there really someone who calls someone "my wife" as soon as they meet her? That kind of guy is too outrageous...wait.

When Orson thought of this, the memories that were sealed by chains in his mind began to crack again.

"You know what, Orson? If you want to please a girl quickly, just call her 'wife' as soon as you meet her! For example, when I first met Kal'tsit, I directly said to her, 'Kal'tsit wife!' Guess what happened, hehe~"

"The woman named Kal'tsit smiled?"

[She summoned M3 and chased me for hours!]

“Isn’t this completely hated…?”

Yes, there are indeed people who call other people's wives everywhere -

Doctor.

7.24 Power outage, please take a day off

RT, the power suddenly went out in my apartment today, around 1pm, and it hasn't been restored yet. It's windy and rainy outside, so I don't dare go out... I hope the power can be restored soon. My power bank is almost out of power, and I'm about to go back to primitive life...

In short, I hope all my friends in Hangzhou pay attention to safety.

Oh, I have huge blisters on the soles of my feet. It's hard to walk. And with this weird weather, I don't even dare to go to the hospital...

In addition, I plan to add a short story of Xiosta before the Deep Sea Chapter. The protagonist is the Queen Mother. What do you think?

24. The Original Origin

"Orson, let me teach you how to make a girl fall head over heels in love with you and spend 18 Dragon Gate Coins in just three sentences!"

"Okay, Doctor. By the way, what would you like to eat for lunch today?"

"You're too lazy to even complain now, huh?! Damn you, have you become so inflated by all the knowledge I've taught you lately? Today I'm going to show you just how terrifying I, the 'Avocado of Babel', truly am—watch out!"

“Stop it, Doctor… Ugh!? Hahaha…! Stop, stop tickling me all of a sudden!?”

In a remote village somewhere in the North, an Ursus boy named "Orson" was walking into a room carrying firewood. Next to him was a girl wearing a strange-style hooded coat and long brown hair who called herself "Doctor". She had a smirk on her face, talked about inexplicable topics, and stretched out her hands to tickle Orson hard.

"Hehe, this is to let you know who's the boss in this family! So, now you realize you're so weak and powerless that you can't even withstand my tickling attacks. How are you going to face this land in the future? By the way, this was said by Kal'tsit. That stupid lynx always likes to slip in the phrase 'this land...' into her conversations. I'm tired of hearing it, but the occasions she says it are usually very serious, so I can't complain about her."

The girl who called herself "Doctor" waved her hands and complained in a low voice. Although Orson didn't know who this person named "Kal'tsit" was, judging from the frequency of her appearance in the Doctor's conversation, the other party should have a close relationship with the Doctor, and was a serious, inhuman and terrifying existence.

"So, Doctor—hey, what's going on today? He's talking about charging Lungmen coins or something."

Orson piled the firewood in the corner and checked the fire before turning to look at this strange girl who, although possessing wisdom and experience that he could never understand, was always a little off-key and liked to rub her head.

"Hehe, just think of it as a lesson. It's just different from the knowledge I taught you before, such as about infected cases or fighting tactics. These are more useful tips for picking up girls in daily life!"

The doctor put his hands on his hips and looked confident, his expression seemed to have the words "I am an expert in love" printed on his forehead.

"Eh, this thing can actually be considered a skill... Speaking of which, Doctor, don't you often talk about arguing with that person called 'Kal'tsit'?"

After hearing the content of this course, Orson was already thinking about running away. But apart from anything else, when the "doctor" taught him all kinds of random knowledge, it always sounded curious and extremely interesting, so Orson didn't particularly resist.

"That's where my 'little tricks for picking up girls' come in, Orson! It's precisely because I often tease Kal'tsit in various ways that she doesn't strangle me to death. Every time M3 bites me to the point of barely having a breath left, Kal'tsit always forces a look of disgust to save me. What does this mean?"

"Hmm...does this mean she's really annoyed with you, Doctor?"

"It means she has me in her heart, Orson! Come and let me rub her."

"That answer is too idealistic... Pfft...why are you rubbing me all of a sudden?"

As usual, Orson was angrily rubbed on the head by the doctor. Although the doctor had once formally assured Orson that "stroking the fur will not hinder growth, but will make you taller", Orson still didn't quite believe it.

"Is that too idealistic? Haha, maybe it is."

The doctor rubbed Orson's head while speaking, and Orson noticed that the smile on the doctor's face seemed to become a little more serious.

"When the Tower of Babel was first built, Kal'tsit and I were still able to have those playful interactions. I believe this was also her unique way of 'paying attention' to me as an Immortal."

The doctor sat on the chair, looking at the pure white outside the window with his eyes slightly closed.

"But as time goes by... even this childish and affluent relationship has disappeared. If Kal'tsit saw me again now... maybe she would really kill me."

"Doctor... Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch upon your past... Um, by the way, didn't you want to teach me three sentences?"

Orson noticed that the doctor seemed to have recalled the nightmare that had haunted her in the past, so she immediately went over and apologized frantically, trying to change the subject.

"Orson, you... hehe. Think about it, a cute boy like you doesn't need any 'tricks to pick up girls' to charm them, right?"

"No, it's more like I've never been very popular with the opposite sex..."

Orson rubbed his head embarrassedly, while the doctor laughed and touched him again.

"At least I like you very much~"

The doctor said with a smile.

In fact, the "Doctor" was not so nonchalant and pretentious at the beginning. When Orson first met the Doctor in the snow, she was extremely weak and very wary of everything, like a confused soul who had just crawled out of hell but didn't know where she was.

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"Is there anything I can help you with today, Grandpa Leon?"

Early in the morning, after washing up, Orsen simply ate some bread, put on his clothes, and showed up at the door of the wooden house in the northwest corner of the village on time and knocked on the door.

"Orson... cough cough! You don't have to come here like this every day. I don't need you to take care of my old bones like this..."

An elderly Ursus walked out of the room with a cane. When he saw Orson, he was happy but also felt a little guilty.

"That's not true, Grandpa Leon, you used to take care of our family, and I've always admired you!"

"Hey kid... Well, we're running low on grease at home. Can you help me find some?"

"Please leave it to me, Grandpa Leon."

Orson nodded to the old man in front of him, then made sure the backpack straps were secure before leaving the village.

"The only person who can lend a helping hand to a worthless person like us who has one foot halfway into the grave... is probably you, Orson."

The old man looked at the young man's back as he walked away, feeling somewhat relieved, but more of a sense of anger.

There are many settlements in the North, just like this one, made up of "abandoned people" such as the infected and exiles.

These settlements have tried to cooperate and coexist, but due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, the "cooperation" eventually evolved into "mutual plunder."

Leon had survived this way, relying on plunder to barely survive. Although he had never participated in direct violence, this tacit understanding was clear to everyone, and he was just another participant.

Now he has become the weak and plundered party, but the young man chose to help him at this time.

Old Leon was very angry. He was angry about why he had such a life, and even more angry about why Orson had to have the same life as him.

That young man shouldn't have been like me, slowly being frozen in this wilderness by the blizzard, even his blood and spine were frozen. He should have had a better, warmer life.