I, the Heir of Heroes

"Well, day and night mean nothing to me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jia Luo, who was in the strongest state, did not want this matter to be delayed for too long.

Moreover, time does not allow.

However, unexpectedly, Guangxuan behind him raised a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Gara, why do you want to make a move? Isn't what you long for is the peaceful life now? You have to know that once you take this action, you won't be able to return to your daily routine."

Stopping in his tracks, Jia Luo didn't look back.

"It's just that the difference in positions has led to my hostility with them."

"Is it just a matter of position? Jia Luo, this is not a normal person's answer."

That's right, only saints can stand their ground perfectly at all times.

"You are sympathizing."

With affirmation, Guangxuan expressed his opinion.

No acknowledgment, no denial.

The flickering light in Jia Luo's eyes seemed to express his own thinking.

——Compassion may really arise in the heart at some point.

Isn't the existence of that kind of false selfless fake a kind of sadness?

Just like my former self.

"Maybe."

Without stopping any longer, Jia Luo continued to move forward.

"But no matter what, I'm the least compatible with them."

Seemingly getting the desired answer, Guangxuan behind him smiled and followed closely.

Chapter 75 The Sun in the Polar Night (1)

——When did you start longing for the rays of the sun?

There are powerful and flexible psion bits in the body, but every time it is used, it is accompanied by severe pain.

The petite and immature body no longer responds to this.

Because, the only one who can see these sad appearances is himself.

Fewer and fewer people were coming and going in the room.

All that was left was a look of disappointment.

Even the wards, which match the colorful decorations of children's rooms, look like old black and white photos in the eyes of children.

"I really want to go out and have a look..."

The child's heart was crying out loudly over and over again.

The scenery outside the window is fake, and the sunlight shining on the body is fake.

He was born to stand at the top of the [human] creature.

However, this power is the chain that restricts him from spreading his wings and flying.

——Exactly, since when...

On a certain day, everything changed.

"what is this?"

The ignorant child looked at the outstretched arm of the same young boy in front of him, and the thick scarlet liquid with an inexplicable halo attracted his attention.

This is—blood?

The walls of the room were burned by flames that appeared out of nowhere, and the air echoed with bursts of urgent alarm bells.

Is that sunshine, the long-lost sunshine?

The countless layers of hollows above the head seemed to leak a glimmer of light from the future.

"This is hope, hold it and you will be free."

The indifferent white-haired child in front of him stated a certain fact in an unpopular tone.

Attention is drawn back.

Obviously, he didn't believe it.

Because, in the eyes of white-haired children, there is no goal, no hope, and no future.

Like a god who only responds to the expectations of others.

How can such a [person] bring hope to others.

—that is false.

However, is it because of yearning for the world outside the house, or from the sudden anger in my heart, I don't understand?