He felt a little bored.

Because he didn't think this trip would have a second ending.

A moth who has been trapped in darkness for his whole life finally has a chance to touch the light. How could he give up?

If the moth in the darkness finally experiences a little bit of light, it will definitely set the whole world on fire at all costs, just to keep itself warm.

Because he never had anything.

What does the world have to do with him?

Fengjian Liuli suddenly became alert.

He suddenly discovered that there were seven heartbeats in this small room!

Akira Sakurai, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly raised his head, his golden eyes sparkling with tiny bits of light.

Behind him, there were five people standing or sitting, and this small room was filled with people at some point.

Among the five people, there were men and women. Some of them were smiling, some were looking at him warily, some were smiling but not smiling, and some were indifferent to his appearance.

The candles lit in the room swayed, outlining the shadows of six people.

They exist behind Akira Sakurai, as if they are exaggerating and foretelling new blood and legends.

Akira Sakurai, who was at the front, stood up and picked up the glass tube on the table. The light of the candle refracted on the wall of the tube in a colorful way. It was as magnificent as a world they had never seen before, a gem overseas guarded by a group of snakes.

Looking at the "poisonous hope" in his dream, he felt cold both physically and mentally.

It turns out this is fate...

The trajectory of fate comes as always.

That was not a dream. In another trajectory of fate, he injected colorful potions into his body one stitch after another, allowing the potions to awaken his bloodline. In the end, he was completely swallowed up by the boundless black desire and turned into a depraved person. Evil spirits in hell.

At that moment, he thought that he had entered a new world, jumped to a new level, and then deprived countless innocent people of their lives in order to witness the light that he never had.

Really...

How ugly!

"Kacha."

He expressionlessly crushed the glass tube, and the colorful cocktail liquid flowed in his palm, and finally dripped to the ground.

"Mr. Yuan, if hope is poisonous from the beginning, then everything brought about by this hope should be completely eliminated!"

He slowly turned back, his voice hoarse and low, like a horn that had been decayed for thousands of years, and the burning golden boy was like the light longed for by moths, enough to illuminate the dark nest.

From the moment he expressed his attitude, even the most casual woman in the white dress among the five people raised her head, and the golden boy's eyes were fierce and cold.

Such a clear-cut statement of position.

Kazama Ruri stared at Akira Sakurai in front of her, shocked in her heart.

He was not afraid of these six people. Even if he started a fight in this small room, he would still have the confidence to escape unscathed. What shocked him was the awareness in the eyes of these six people.

What kind of awareness is that? There is no fear in the eyes, and some are just looking at life and death indifferently. It seems to say that I have finally figured it out after thinking about it for so many years. I am ready. If necessary, I can always do something for something. Someone, or something, is going to die.

What he was really shocked and couldn't understand was how could such six people be born in this prison?!

They should be like moths living in the darkness, yearning for the dangerous and deadly but dazzling little light outside the prison. For this light, they are even willing to ignite their remaining lives and die in the exhaustion of the fireworks.

A moth that has never seen light in its life will of course pounce on fire. It doesn't matter if it burns others, it doesn't matter if it burns itself. It doesn't matter even if it burns the whole world. This is the fate of moths.

But now, they don't care about life and death, just like the wanderers in ancient times who were loyal and brave. The wanderers carried knives and wandered around the world. Under the seemingly careless and romantic appearance, they were willing to die.

They can die at any time without any thought, without scruple, without hesitation.

All it takes is a request from the person who changed their lives.

Who turned their lives around?!

"Nice to meet you, Yuan-kun, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In the darkness, the man who had rebelled against his fate stretched out his hand, and the bright golden boy seemed like a beacon in the dark night, illuminating the way home and the way forward.
Chapter completed!