Rope looked like Arcelia possessed by Gauze Nicholas, and some didn't know what to say.

"Acelia, in a human sense, you are my "mother" now? "

"That's it."

Acelia narrowed her eyes and crawled on Rope's shoulders, chatting about his cheeks with her long black hair.

"You are your father and son, and I am your mother and your wife. If you think about this relationship in human terms, it might be an unsolvable problem, right?"

Rope used his own power to summarize him in Asathos's body, and Asathos was ready to give birth to him like a mother.

Has been completely confused.

"So I gave up on the concept of humans long ago."

Rope picked up Acelia and placed it next to the throne, then stood up and looked at the chaotic starry sky outside the palace.

"What's wrong, Ape?"

Acelia looked at Rope suspiciously.

"Don't like it here? Why don't you go back into my body first, where should I be more comfortable."

"No, it's just something when I miss human society."

He squeezed the palm of his hand. Even if he did not complete the "God Ascension Ceremony," the power of a mental body alone was enough to destroy a complete world.

He seemed to be aware of the troubles of excess power all the time.

"Acelia."

"Um?"

"I want to go out." Rope added. "Go to the inside of the world."

"This time now?" Acelia asked in surprise. "Your "fetal movement" will end soon. If your ontological consciousness is out of the body, it's not a joke. I can't bear that power out of control. "

"At most a century, I will come back."

Rope slowly walked towards the outside of the palace.

"I need to learn something from human beings again, the true meaning of chaos, feelings, thinking, and the opinions of the weak. I can't abandon these things that help me grow. I must take them back one by one."

When he reached the end of the palace, he turned around and said.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back, my mother."

After saying this, the blond boy completely disappeared from Baiyu's palace.

The divine power transferred his will momentarily, passed through the barrier of the world, and projected into some unknown ordinary world.

Acelia also sighed, picking up her knees and laying them on the armrest of the throne.

"You have not listened to me since before."

She slowly closed her amber eyes, and plunged all her consciousness into the gestation of her body.

"Be safe, my child."

Chapter Two Encounters

Is everyone's childhood painful?

Alsa is not sure, but the only thing she can be sure of is that her childhood is definitely a terrible memory when she grows up, like the kind of garbage still in the stinking ditch, and she feels disgusting even in retrospect.

She didn't know who her biological parents were. When she remembered, she was already living in the Sturm Orphanage. I have to admit that that was the happiest period for Alsa.

Although the dean's brown and mean pupils could not see anything but dollars, she wouldn't fist Alsa at any rate and could feed the belly of forty-three children. Unlike her adoptive father who indulged in alcoholism, beating women and gambling all day long, she did not want her adoptive mother to vent all the pain on her body after being beaten by her husband, and even wanted her after half a month. The 13-year-old adopted daughter went to "accept the guests" to raise the moth nest.

Alsa didn't want to give it to a man he didn't know for the first time, in exchange for those insignificant dollars.

And most of them will not enter their pockets.

"If you want to go, go by yourself, cheap watch..."

Alsa murmured a word, took a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, lit it with the few matches, and took a deep breath.

—She stole her adoptive father.

From the age of ten, I don't know if it was because of the excessive inhalation of second-hand cigarettes or the increasing pain in my heart. Alsa only fell in love with cigarettes once.

However, she does not have any source of money. The poverty in her "home" is such that even a TV set has a black and white screen of the last century. Apart from the guarantee of three meals a day, Alsa cannot get even a cent. Pocket money.

Sitting on the bank of a filthy creek, Alsa raised her head, and the surrounding dilapidated buildings were shining with dots of light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Where there is wealth, there is poverty. The famous "slums" in Gotham City will always be a different kind of city that never sleeps.

Drug dealers, gang members, prostitutes and females-imaginable inferior gray and black figures, you can find some traces here... As for the management and public order issues here, the police do not even bother to look at them.

It is said that the gang boss named "Penguin" actually rules this area. Alsa even laughed for the name for two days. As long as she imagined a penguin with a rifle and tattoo, and countless fierce little brothers behind her, she would be able to hold her belly and laugh nonstop.

This is the only thing that can make Alsa laugh recently.

"Damn..." The girl shook her hand and let go of the cigarette that had burned to the filter tip.

The moon in the sky is still so bright, and Alsa has already remembered the law of the appearance of the moon. At this time, she would sneak out to admire her regardless of her adoptive mother's objections-although she might be beaten severely afterwards, Alsa felt it was very worthwhile.

There is nothing more beautiful than this, is it?

Time passed by, and it was almost midnight when Alsa finally got up from the bank of the river and slapped her old blue jeans.

If you don't go home again, it may be more than just a beating problem.

She does not look bad. Although the people who wander here at midnight are almost familiar faces, who can say that this kind of place is accurate, if there is a strange guy, and there are disgusting special hobbies, then Alsa The trouble can be big.

Even if a "little lamb" like her is not eaten by herself, it will be sold for a lot of dollars when reselling—Alsa even knows how much she is worth from the trafficker who lives next door.

"what?"

Thoughts were disrupted.

The foot that Alsa had already started to move stopped, staring blankly at the opposite side of the river bank that was only three meters away.

It is not the dirty river with trash floating in it, nor the paint bench on the opposite bank. On the stone steps, a teenager with bright blond hair, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stood there, quietly looking at the sky in the distance.

When and where did he stand? Alsa couldn't help but think.

But looking through the memory, there is no sign of this boy coming here. He appeared out of thin air like Aladdin's magic lamp, incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.