The supervisor does not die from a debt

I believe so firmly.

The heavy boots stepped on the ground, and the knocking sound was like a bronze drum, flogging the hearts of those villains.

No matter how dark the corner is, my eyes will be as bright as day when I see it, and the monitors will never stop, sweeping away the evils of the city.

Look, there is a villain there who is destroying facilities. You only need to punish him a little with a weapon, and he will quietly stop and confess his fault.

The pain will eventually pass and life will be relieved.And angels will also come.

When the evil sap was flowing out of the body of the villain, the angel walked out through the city's well-connected channels, holding the sacred vessel.Extract the gleaming evil roots in the evildoers, forgive their sins and return...

This is the job of the supervisor.

Guarding the city and guarding the angels at the same time, they are so fragile and easy to disappear and need protection.Any villain who attempts to approach or hurt them will be completely wiped out.

I don't know when, the number of monitors in the city is slowly decreasing. I haven't met them for a long time and have been fighting together.Not only that, even the angels are hesitating.

Because the evildoers are slowly decreasing, she cannot collect the roots of evil, nor can she purify them to defend the city.Protect it from being corroded by evil things that are always surging outside and are always waiting for opportunities to rush into the city.

I have been patrolling forever. Long patrols have left me with scars. The villains are getting stronger. Their resistance is strong and powerful. In order to thoroughly understand their fighting methods, I have to accept those weapons, those... Something that fascinates me.

I started to feel lost.

I am an overseer, but before that, who am I?

Vicious thinking...No, this is a trait, some traits are repairing my body, my spirit, and even what I am missing.

The angel is still busy, she is always behind me, or in front of me.She can always find the bodies of the villains who died at some unknown time, and then extract the substances from them.

These substances can make me stronger, but I can't attack the angel, because she is the person I must protect.

What do i look like?

The city is full of stagnant water, and outside the corroded corridor is a deep seabed. Numerous artificial lights illuminate the city. The gorgeous carved flowers and long corridors keep repeating how glamorous it once was.

What do i look like?

Once, before I became an overseer, I had a beautiful daughter, about the same age as an angel. I don't know how she is now.I should protect the angel, maybe I should take care of her as my own daughter?

What do i look like?

The vision is wide and always bright. This is the effect of the high-light probe worn on the head. Whether it is a living villain or a dead villain, I can find and explore it.

What do i look like?

They are thinner and shorter than expected, as if the result of malnutrition. The clothes they wear are luxurious, but they are all tattered...

...Many rooms were extremely small and inaccessible, until one round of patrol, when I got a big gun from a huge diving suit, I found a chance.

The wetsuit was thrown in a collapsed wall for some reason. The breach of the brass helmet was dark and I couldn't see anything, and I had no interest in seeing it.

Because behind that wall, there is a beautiful viewing platform where you can directly see the underwater scenery outside.

In this dark place with only hernia lights, being able to see the black seabed is at least comforting.

With a glass that was clean enough to be used as a mirror, I finally saw how I looked.

I also wore an old, heavy diving suit that seemed to sink people into the sea to walk on, with an ugly jar on my back. Not only that, I also carried a strap that seemed to be buckled on my shoulder Brass helmet with many observation windows.

There are two lights near my shoulders that make my eyes hurt, so I decided to take off the helmet first. After all, there should be air here and the ocean outside.

So when I got close to the glass, I saw the truth that I should not see, should not know, should not explore, and should not touch.

I am not a monitor.

The monitors are those damn, heavy diving suit monsters.

They only have brains, and the bodies that drive actions are all packed with machines!

Angels... what those little girls are collecting is some kind of human substance. This city needs it to operate!

Why in my diving suit, there is only one shit brain that is soaked in turbidity, disgusting, and without any'human' element!!

who am I?

Wrong thoughts filled my dirty brain that made me vomit, or even if I didn’t respond like vomiting.In this unknowingly deep place under the sea, with a bunch of madmen, transforming people, transforming monsters, and the little monster that has been deceiving me—

The frantic destruction lasted a long, long time.But no matter how furious, no one appreciates it like a clown, worthless and meaningless.

There are only lunatics left here, and there is no point in adding another lunatic.

When I calmed down, the little monster came over with a syringe that made me feel sick. His glowing eyes seemed to express something... The monster would also have caring emotions?Impossible, this must be an illusion.

So I drove her away.

No one will bother me anymore. Anyway, this city may only be left with me a diving suit monster that can move. Other than that, all are lunatics, and I don’t want to care about why this is happening here.

What does this have to do with a wetsuit monster?

So I stayed in a leaky place for a long time, although it could not clean my brain, although there would be some strange shells attached to the diving suit.

But I'm just a wetsuit monster, I just want to stay here quietly.

There seems to be a problem with the city’s power supply. The time the lights are on is getting shorter and shorter each time, and the frantic roars that occasionally appear are gradually thinning out.

I have also seen little monsters running past me several times... But what does that have to do with me?

A madman with his arms leaped on the table in front of me. He looked very, very weak, and might even die at any time, but he was breathing constantly and his eyes were full of fear.

The little monster also crawled out of a nearby hole. She was holding the syringe, but she had been squatting next to me, waiting for the madman to die, and then get a glowing substance.

I glanced at the syringe in her hand, it was already filled a lot, and it was still a substance that could be used directly after being drunk by this little monster.

But what does that have to do with me...

A black shadow descended from the sky. It, she looked like a female lunatic, but her whole body was wrapped in steel stitching, some sharp thorns were open and hideous, and the piercing smile from her throat made me extremely irritated.

She sharply cut the madman with her scissors-like arm, pierced a needle into his brain during his scream, and then looked at the little monster abruptly.

Sharp and anxious laughter kept coming. Naturally, the actions of the little monster could not be compared with this thing. It is estimated that the little monster would be killed in the future... But the thing actually looked at me.

I just want to lie here.

She moves quickly and is very flexible. Unlike the madmen or some damn diving suit monsters she usually meets, she seems to have insight into my weakness. No matter how dodge, she will be left on the diving suit by sharp scissors. Deep scars.

I can't beat her, maybe, I will end this worthless and unsure if it is a living life here?

I fell to the ground, unable to close my eyes, so I could only watch the monster slowly ascend the platform.