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Chapter 515: Black Fairy Tale (Part )

The glaring light tore through the gauze, and the intermittent ticking sound of electronic instruments came to my ears.

They made my heart beat faster and my body throbbed unconsciously, hitting the shackles connected to the iron bed.

My memory begins here...

Sharp, cold, long periods of silence and noise.

They call me "Ariel".

Ariel is not my name, but my code name - evidence of my identity in another world.

It is said that this "code name" comes from a fairy tale, in which the protagonist is a "special" girl, also named Ariel.

Like me, her legs transform into a "tail" when she's in water.

Yes.

Before I learned human language, I had a deep understanding of the differences between me and ordinary people.

So, I don’t like this story. I heard that the girl turned into foam and died in the end…

I envy her.

Gained soul and freedom in another form.

But I can’t…

Those people wouldn't let me die.

They did everything they could to keep me alive.

Because those experiments only make sense while I'm alive.

Sharp and cold are the interactions I am most familiar with.

People's attitude towards me was like those long and tedious experiments, absurd and desperate.

Every time, every time...it ends badly.

I was left in the laboratory like a rotten tomato, listening to the culprits frantically blaming each other and even arguing with each other!
Ha, I can feel their hatred, and fear.

So, every next day, I would be restored to my original state, brand new as if I were reborn, and thus end their argument.

I still remember their expressions of astonishment, with greed tinged with fear.

Maybe that's why they hate me.

They can never solve my problem, nor can they obtain my power.

Haha, stupid humans...

Always wanting things that they cannot control.

And this kind of thing exists in me.

How can I describe it?

This may seem a bit arrogant:

Everything always develops according to my wishes——

As long as I "want".

This is complicated to explain, but I seem to be born with this special ability. As long as I think about it, reality will change.

For example, I can restore myself from a dying state to normal overnight.

I can also cause a project that is progressing smoothly to suddenly go out of control and cause a nasty person to die instantly.

Haha, as long as I “want to”.

There are only very few times when "thinking" doesn't work: when I can't construct a solid picture in my mind, "thinking" will fail and change will not happen.

But most of the time, as long as I "want", everything goes as I expect.

Human beings are being manipulated by me without even realizing it.

We tortured each other and enjoyed it...

until one day.

Before things got too boring, the man showed up.

He was a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and sparse hair, and a pair of affectionate eyes on his naive face.

He is my savior.

It liberated me from the monotonous and boring world and gave me a warm bed, clean clothes and a comfortable home.

But he kept my code name, Ariel. "What a beautiful name, worthy of the only one in the world," he said.

I will never forget how he lifted me up from a pool of blood, looked up at my unusual body with eyes full of love.

People called him "the High Priest"...

Your Excellency the Priest...

I learned how humans pronounce it and chanted this title countless times.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the language talent to express myself fluently…even if I “want to”, it would be of no use.

I am overwhelmed by my clumsiness in this area.

Therefore, I don’t know whether he knows my feelings or not, so I have to keep them to myself.

Just like I always do.

But this feeling grows and thrives day by day, like a towering tree casting shade on me, like the sun shining on me, like the sea soaking me.

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Whenever I heard him tell his congregants about the world beyond the heavens, whenever his voice gently entered my perception, I would listen attentively and keep in mind every word he said.

I know that Ganglamedo is his belief.

That is the true God who has come to this new world, the master of all things, the father, and the future of the super species.

And I am also a member of the super species.

The alien in the eyes of humans finally found its own kind.

I long to be his helper!
My High Priest...

Then, I became his assistant.

He knew that I was unable to speak, so he used pearls condensed from my tears to make a communication tool to unleash the power of my thoughts.

In fact, he didn't need to go through all this trouble.

Whatever his wishes are, I will try my best to realize them; whatever goals he wants to achieve, I will do my best to achieve them.

If the communication process is really helpful, it is just to increase the description of "thinking". At best, it makes it easier for those images to enter my mind and then become reality...

He also gave me the same noble status as him - a priest.

So I killed for him, conquered territory for him, and did everything I could for him.

I never ask for anything in return, because everything I do is for our common vision, to welcome the arrival of our common father!

I firmly believe all of this, without a doubt.

If it weren't for that guy Kul, maybe I would have been able to maintain such a firm belief forever!

It was an incredible coincidence.

Damn Kuhl, responded to my mumbling.

His ridicule made me feel even more ashamed...

"Ahaha? You're a dragon!"

He taunted me in a "language" that only we could understand:
"He actually allowed a dragon identity card holder to become a priest! He actually...ah, I see, could it be that your secret has not been discovered yet?"

With malicious smugness, he said something I regretted listening to:
"If he finds out that you are a dragon, everything you have now will be gone! Dragons are dangerous aliens. Neither you nor I will ever gain their true trust."

Dragon?

I am a dragon?

Do not……

Of course I know what dragons mean to our ancestors, but I have never thought that I have any connection with them!

But Kull, this abominable "evil dragon", easily tore apart my beautiful dream...

If being able to communicate in the language of dragons is any evidence, then I have no way of arguing.

The once undivided attention was gone, and the days of anxiety began without any warning...

I finally understood that I am still an "outsider" and should not have any expectations of my compatriots.

But Kuhl never came to expose me.

Later I heard that he died. Coincidentally, he died at the hands of another dragon card holder.

The man has a strange name - Qianlong Wuyong.

What’s more coincidental is that I have become the secret weapon used to hunt down hidden dragons.