On the Seven Towers

What does it feel like to be born with consciousness?

She was like a baby in her mother's womb.

She didn't know her past, and didn't understand her present.

She only saw endless white light. The white light was like warm water, surrounding her reason.

It surged...

cleansed...

touched her soul.

It felt like a gentle night by the sea, with the sound of waves between half asleep and half awake.

It felt like a mother's embrace, with warmth coming from the haziness.

It felt more like a winter quilt, which made people not want to wake up no matter what.

It was like there was a force protecting and isolating her rational consciousness, allowing her instincts to thrive.

Until that moment, a ray of light pierced into her world.

Then, consciousness was released.

When the girl sensed her existence, everything around her began to make sense.

What she saw and heard began to be defined bit by bit, and the definitions and meanings were superimposed together, gradually forming a world she could understand.

From this moment on, Mo Yu was born in this world, but she didn't have a name at this time. But she knew a lot of things instinctively. She didn't need to learn to speak like a baby. She knew the names of various things in front of her. The only problem was that her past was blank.

She realized that she was kneeling, with two interlaced spears pressing on her head and neck.

A man's voice came from the front, "... These lowly beasts killed twenty of my soldiers and stewards in the mine riot. They looted my manor and finally burned down one of my outposts. I, the Empire, will not spare such bastards..."

She found that this language was not very friendly, but she could understand it without any obstacles. The only sense of strangeness soon disappeared after a few words. She raised her head a little and saw that it was a middle-aged man in a red cloak standing in the pergola and talking to the people in the square.

"If you want to kill, kill me, why kill women and children!" Another younger voice suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man's words.

The person who spoke was the young man walking in front. As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched in the cheek. "Ah~"

The man didn't answer him at all, but ordered: "It seems that these guys can't wait to die, prepare for execution."

She raised her head higher and saw a group of soldiers coming out from the edge of the awning not far away, each holding a two-handed long knife in his hand.

At this time, the two soldiers who were holding her felt her movements, and one soldier shouted: "Don't move! Are you eager to die?" The other said: "Little girl, if you behave yourself, I will ask the executioner to move faster so that you will suffer less."

She looked down at her hands. Because she was weak and looked non-threatening, after being caught, she was simply tied with hemp rope at the wrists, and there were no other restrictions on her body.

She struggled slightly, and the three circles of hemp rope were tied a little tight and had embedded into her skin, so she increased her strength, and the hemp rope creaked, and it only lasted for a moment before it broke.

As the two soldiers stared in amazement, the girl held the two spears on the side of her neck. No matter how the two men pulled, the spears did not move at all.

"What's going on? Who are you?" The soldier asked in panic, pulling out his spear. He was about to call out to his comrades and warn them, but at that moment, he met the girl's gaze.

She tilted her head, her black eyes were like a clear black crystal, but the depth in them was chilling, making the soldier choke on all the words he wanted to say.

"What's my name? I can't remember it." She clamped the spear, shouted, stood up and turned sharply, and the two soldiers were thrown out like ants caught in a spinning top.

The girl who woke up moved very quickly, like a butterfly flying up and down. The power bursting out of her petite body was far stronger than the tall and strong soldiers around her. The two spears in her hands were used as batons by her to sweep across the entire venue. All the soldiers swept by her spear handles flew out horizontally, and even several prisoners who were kneeling on the ground were affected and fell off the stage with the soldiers.

Seeing this, some clever prisoners around quickly grabbed the spears dropped by the soldiers and began to cut the ropes on each other's hands and feet. Some of them were stabbed to death by other soldiers, but some untied the ropes and picked up the spears to fight with the soldiers.

Some of the stronger prisoners even roared and began to change. The animal-like parts of their bodies began to deform, their teeth became sharp, their claws became sharp, and some people even began to swell up, growing thicker muscles and terrifying scales.

The leading young man suddenly knocked away the two soldiers next to him. His nose and mouth bulged, his ears became pointed, and his hair grew. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a werewolf over two meters and five. Although the werewolf's hands and feet were seriously injured, he used his body as a weapon and rushed around. Many soldiers were knocked crooked.

The swordsmen who were lined up to fight rushed towards the prisoners under the leadership of the two leading knights. The two leading knights drew their swords and shouted loudly, and red fighting spirit burst out from the blades. Their speed instantly increased, and they rushed towards the most dazzling girl on the field like a galloping horse.

This attack was like two meteors, coming in an instant. The girl had no time to dodge and was about to collide with the knight. She roared loudly, her clear voice like the cry of a newborn phoenix. A white halo came out of her body, and she actually did not dodge, brandishing two spears to stave off the knight's attack. From the eyes of others, an egg met two flying bricks. It seemed that in the next second, the thin girl was about to die under the swords of two armored warriors. But to everyone's disbelief, a loud bang broke out after the swords and spears met. As the smoke and dust scattered, the girl didn't take a step back, but directly knocked the two knights away. The girl let out a loud roar and threw the two broken spears in her hands. Like a stream of light, it streaked through the air. The broken spears penetrated the breastplates of the two knights like pieces of paper. They were both dead when they landed.

The girl pressed her hands on her knees, arching her back and panting. This blow consumed a lot of her strength, but it made her whole body excited. It seemed that a long-lost feeling returned to her body. After a moment, she straightened up, walked to the nearest soldier, and said to him, "Spear."

The soldier watched her tremble, threw her spear to the ground, screamed and ran away.

She raised it with her foot, flew the spear up, and grabbed it in her hand.

Leaning her spear on the ground, she showed a smile and looked around the audience: "I'm leaving, who has any objections?"