The sun shines out from the gaps of the dull clouds, mixed with choking smoke and wind, sweeping through the slums around the factory area.

Cicero hugged his daughter who was about to fall asleep, and anxiously took a long way from the edge to return to his home.

The tired man finally stepped into the familiar door, but he shouldn't have come back.

The Red Clothing Gang is still the master of this slum, and their power has strangled the throats of all those who seek life in this area. These gang members who are also demonized are essentially lackeys of nobles and powerhouses, and their recent actions have simply regarded other demonized people as pigs in the animal pen.

——As long as you want, just catch one and kill.

As a former mercenary, Cicero, who had just left the mercenary circle for some reason, naturally could not accept this fact. He took his daughter to escape as quickly as possible, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong and find his old friends to avoid the limelight.

But he had long been marked. Cicero, who usually holds his own force and does not cooperate with the Red Clothing Gang, and even often fights against him, was selected. As a chicken that kills chickens to warn the monkeys, the Red Clothing Gang uses his blood and corpse to announce to everyone that anyone who opposes the gang will be extremely miserable.

Then, they chased and fled, and then encountered a mysterious team... rescued, questioned, and given inheritance.

Finally, it was returned to freedom.

Until now, Cicero still has not figured out what Professor Svedre wants to do. He saved himself without any request; he gave the inheritance, as if he handed out a few pieces of waste paper casually.

"You can deal with it anyway, and it's best if it can spread it. This kind of practice that can stabilize the soul is useful to all demonized people."

This was the answer he heard, but he couldn't understand.

Source energy guidance technology...the value on this land is more valuable than gold and source energy steel.

And Cicero has never heard of the guiding technique that can solidify and purify the soul, let alone use it. Although the mercenary group is well-informed, they know nothing about those real secrets.

It was hard for him to believe that this was true, but no matter whether the guidance technique was true or false, the long sword that recorded the guidance technique had been transformed into a source energy weapon by Professor Svetre. The silver-green source energy flowed, like a ball of thin clouds, wrapped around the blade.

The reason why Cicero did not go directly to his mercenary friend was because he received news that the mercenary group was suppressed by the noble guards of the Ivender.

The guards group, ordered by Earl Everde, had been dispatched collectively to various parts of the city to calm the riots - but they did not attack those gangs, but instead wanted to capture all the mercenaries and sporadic ordinary professionals who stopped the gang from causing trouble.

The mercenary group was standing firmly, resisting the strong firepower of the nobles' armed forces.

At this point, there is no safe place in the entire Evande City. The outer city has been fought in a group, and he can even hear a huge impact coming from the inner city and even the core area.

Hearing that voice, a large number of guards retreated and retreated, which made the almost defeated mercenary group breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, it was not peaceful there either.

If it were himself, Cicero would have taken the risk of fighting with his former mercenary brothers, but he was a father after all, and had a daughter. He could not have taken the risk of getting his daughter involved in war to do this.

So he had to go home and prepare some necessary supplies... and then took his daughter away from Alvinde and went to a fixed village outside the mobile city to live incognito.

It just so happened that the elite of the Red Clothing Gang was annihilated by Professor Svetre, and their other main forces were now transferred by noble armed forces to attack the mercenary group and other private armed forces. Instead, the slums that were old nests were not strictly guarded.

As long as you are careful, you should not be besieged and hunted like before.

Walking in the shadows, Cicero, who was walking home, saw the inside of his house in a mess, all kinds of utensils were broken, the scraped paintings were torn off, the photo frames were pushed down, and the cabinet doors were broken directly, revealing the empty pedestal.

Almost everything valuable was taken away roughly, which was obviously a good thing for gang members.

But this is not important. In the mezzanine on the floor, he placed some food and spare equipment for shelter, as well as maintenance weapons.

When he ran away before, he felt that he was going to a mercenary group of acquaintances, so there was no need to bring these unnecessary burdens.

But if you want to go outside the city, you will naturally be prepared as much as possible.

"Dad, are we back?"

At this moment, I felt the trembling and the girl on her back opened her eyes tiredly.

She turned her head and saw the familiar decorations around her, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "But dad, don't you say we are going to Uncle Aivil and the others?"

"Cecelia, we're just coming back for the time being and leaving again soon."

The man put his daughter on the bed, and he turned around to pry open the floor mezzanine: "Uncle Aivil and the others were too busy to take care of themselves, so we could only support ourselves."

There is nothing to be left to nostalgic in the house, especially after being robbed by gang members, it feels like a white place.

The demonized people have a hard life, and the exploitation of the gang makes these people unable to accumulate any wealth.

Thinking of this, Cicero suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and his heart ached: "My child... Dad is really sorry for you. He has been making you suffer all the time and can't give you a stable life..."

"A child like you should be attending classes with your peers, playing together, enjoying the cool breeze of late autumn, flying kites, and escorting outings... instead of rushing with your father in the slums, and getting infected with demonized disease..."

The man's voice was heavy and regretful. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was repenting of his sins, and as if he wanted to force himself not to shed tears.

But the little girl just yawned. Cecilia, who had not had a good rest all day, said in a daze: "That's not bad... As long as you are with your father, there is nothing scary..."

Cecilia obviously didn't care - she was used to suffering.

This child is too young and does not know what happiness is, so he is extremely numb to the hard times.

Just like a person who has never seen the light, he naturally disdains the morning light and does not know how bright the day is.

She doesn't care.

But the listener clenched his fists.

"Damn it...demonized!"

Cicero, who opened the floor mezzanine and took out several backpacks, said in a tone that he almost gritted his teeth: "Can Professor Svedre's guidance really suppress the disease of demonization?"

"My words may have been ill and cannot be curbed, but Cecilia... If Cecilia really learns, then her future will definitely be happier and more fulfilling than I am now!"

Having experienced too many winds and frosts, men cannot believe that there is such a simple way to relieve the symptoms of demonization in this world.

However, he could only believe it and had to believe it.

Because he had no choice other than that.

"Okay, ready to leave."

Because the supplies that had been prepared had been sorted out, Cicero quickly packed all his luggage-he even prepared a small backpack specifically to put Cecilia in and carry it so as not to encounter accidents.

But at this moment, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

Squeak.

The door was opened.

"Who is it?!"

At the first moment, Cicero suddenly became angry, and his instinct as a mercenary told him that the strength of the visitor was irresistible.

The smell of blood came, which proved that the other party had killed someone not long ago, at least ten minutes ago, or had walked through a bloody area.

Without hesitation, Cicero took Cecilia, who was unknown, step back step by step and retreated by the wall.

While looking for a way to escape, he said in a deep voice: "No matter what your purpose is, I will leave all the things for you. The prices of these materials are not low. Even if they are sold on the black market, it is a considerable asset - I don't want them all!"

But none of these words worked, and the footsteps approached smoothly from the door, and what came with them was a powerful and unobstructed source energy fluctuation.

The moment this source energy fluctuation appeared, Cicero felt desperate - he himself was just a Linghui level knight. Although he was good at it, he was just a beginner.

And the person who comes... the person who comes is at least a strong person in the Heart Light Level.

As long as the other party wants, he will never run away no matter what.

——Why? I have nothing left, why do I have to press forward step by step?!

At this time, Cicero tightened the long knife around his waist, and he took a deep breath, ready to make the final struggle.

With the sound of footsteps, shadows appeared in the corner and came to the door of the room where the woman in Cicero was.

When the man saw the face that was covered by shadow, he couldn't help but grow his mouth wide, and the long knife in his hand tightly also subconsciously let go of three points.

"I like grand narratives, magnificent backgrounds, and exciting stories."

There is a calm voice that starts from the shadows.

"I like to save the world, explore the stars, see wonders bigger than the moon at the other end of the galaxy, and enjoy scenery that no one has ever seen before in a place where no one knows it."

"I like to fight fate and deny established rules. I have surpassed the cycle of reincarnation, killed gods and demons, and fought against ancient heroes and won. After I made a wish to the real gods and changed the trajectory of the future."

"They said I am the covenant of chaos, the transcendent of reincarnation, the perfection and the pioneers appreciated - and for the good in my heart, I can even become the incarnation of fate."

This sound is not unfamiliar, even familiar.

Hearing this sound, Cecilia, who was carried by her father on her back, woke up from a dazed sleep, then poked her head out and looked at the place where the sound came out.

"Just like it-who will refuse those things?"

The gray-haired man walked out of the shadows, walked slowly, and stopped in front of a broken photo frame on the ground.

He leaned over and picked up the broken photo frames on the floor.

In the photo frame is a man and a woman holding a little baby, smiling happily in the sun.

Su Zhou raised his head and looked at Cicero and Cecilia - without a doubt, based on the similarity in appearance, he could confirm 100% that the woman in the photo was Cicero's wife and the girl's mother.

And from the gloomy look after Cicero saw the photo, she was dead.

Su Zhou put the broken photo frame back on the shelf, wiped the dust away, then turned his head and looked at the silent man.

"But, what is the world, far away, and there is a future."

He chuckled and laughed at himself: "After all, I'm just a guy who can't walk when I see someone sad and sad."

Su Zhou raised his head and looked at the man who had subconsciously knelt down.

"Your name?" he asked calmly.

"…Cicero." He replied tremblingly.

"Very good, Cicero."

Walking to the center of the room with his hands behind his back, Su Zhou nodded with a smile to Cecilia, who was waving and greeting him with a smile, then turned his head again and spoke to the man who was kneeling in front of him, whether excited or frightened: "If I said that my goal is to save this world, you will definitely think I am crazy."

"No……"

Asked by this name, the father who had just been saved took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Not necessarily, Professor... If it is yours, if it is..."

"Well, I feel so, too."
To be continued...