After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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The proprietress bowed.

"Anyone can be swayed by rumors. It's really stupid to get angry over something like that."

Spare was unwilling to push his luck, and seeing the Hakka apologize, he didn't bother to investigate further. Yawning, he climbed upstairs.

As everyone stepped into the corridor, they looked around for their room numbers.

Bronya and Pera share a room, Star and March 7 share a room, and Spa and Danheng each occupy a room.

Time flew by, and night fell.

The evening breeze whistled through the deserted streets.

During the day, townspeople come and go. But now, the streets are quiet and still, with only the streetlights casting a faint glow.

Spa left the Goethe Hotel and, under the cover of night, carefully made his way out of town, his feet treading across the cobblestone streets.

clatter! Da da!

Black footprints were left on the stone street.

two minutes later

pat!

The hotel door opened again.

Bronya stepped out of the house, looked up at the starless night sky, and pursed her lips.

"If the Great Guardian is truly at fault, as her daughter, I have every right to be the first to stop her!"

Bronya clenched her fist and took a step forward.

Her figure disappeared into the night.

Let's not even talk about Bronya's side.

Spa left Rock Town, jogging through the Rift and into Rivet Town.

Compared to the safe zone outside, Rivet Town is much darker.

Along the roadside, many miners' lamps were worn out, flickering like ghosts blinking in the night.

Even more miners' lamps lost power and went out completely.

The passage was long and dark, with only the sharded creatures wandering around, huffing and puffing as they walked.

Spa is not afraid of the creatures from the rift, nor is it afraid of the darkness.

Relying on his memory, he jogged quickly and soon arrived at the orphanage, bursting through the gate.

A cold wind swept into the hall, and Spa shifted his gaze.

Sure enough, the place was filled with an aura of nothingness.

During the day... I came to Rivet Town, mainly focused on collecting medicine, and didn't have time to conduct a proper investigation.

Now that the Trail Blazers have decided to attack Cocolia, I also need to be on the safe side and figure out the [Void] here.

Spa pursed his lips, moved his feet, and walked to a wall with a children's drawing hanging on it.

The colors in the paintings have darkened with the passage of time, but they still retain a childlike charm, filled with spaceships and stars.

However, Spah didn't care about the content of the painting.

He sensed a negative energy within the paint, like countless tentacles pulling at his hand and tempting him to fall.

really

My feeling this morning was right!

This painting has been imbued with the essence of nothingness!

Spare squinted, summoned the power of his memory destiny, and opened his eyes again, turning back time to the past.

At that time, Rivet Town had not yet been swallowed up by the Rift.

The orphanage stood on the street, its walls mottled and covered in moss. Sunlight fell on the rocky surface, refracting rainbow colors.

"Haha! Hahahaha..."

The children laughed and played.

Natasha sat in her office, scribbling and marking on forms with her pen. The office walls were drafty, and through the cracks, she could easily see what the children were doing.

Sunlight streamed into the room, and laughter lingered in the air. Although Natasha was busy, a smile never left her lips.

Another uneventful day

suddenly!

The world fell silent, and the children were quiet.

Natasha was surprised. She dropped the documents and ran out of the office, only to find a strange child standing at the door.

The child, dressed in thin red clothes, was emaciated and shivering in the cold wind.

What bothered Natasha even more was the child's pupils; those emerald green eyes held no emotion, only endless emptiness.

Even someone as strong-willed as Natasha couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when she saw the child's eyes.

However, when she caught a glimpse of the child's blue hair, the image of her younger brother, Wach, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

In an instant, Natasha's empathy was awakened. She walked towards the child, extended her hand, and smiled, saying:

"Child, it's alright. It's cold outside, come inside."

The child remained motionless.

Natasha exerted a little effort, and the child finally moved his feet, following like a puppy.

What a strange child

Natasha thought to herself, turning her head away:

"By the way! What's your name?"

The child didn't answer, but simply shook his head gently.

Have you forgotten your name?

Natasha asked.

The child nodded.

"..."

Natasha was in a bit of a predicament.

She shifted her gaze, glancing at the other person's blue hair, then at their green eyes, and made up her mind:

"Since you've forgotten your name, I'll call you Vach. That's my brother's name."

“Wa...wah…”

The child finally made a sound, but his voice was dry, as if his throat had been scalded by boiling water.

"My name is Vah, Natasha!"

The child curled his lips into a smile.

However, he merely pursed his lips, without any change in his skin or muscles, making him look sinister and terrifying.

From then on, the orphanage gained a new member.

……

Time flows by like water.

After spending several days together, Natasha discovered...

Wach wasn't that scary. He was just like any other kid, enjoying climbing onto rooftops and throwing snowballs.

However, his smile always had an inexplicable eeriness about it.

Those green eyes flickered gently as they gazed at the children in the orphanage, like a witch staring at the frog she had conjured.

Even so, under Hook's guidance, the children still played together with Wach, taking out watercolor pens from the room and scribbling everywhere.

Hooker liked to draw stars and spaceships.

Wach, however, had a particular fondness for aliens.

He drew all sorts of human figures, some with long tentacles, some with sixteen eyes, and even some in two-dimensional form... His rich imagination was astonishing, even among children.

"Brother Wach, why do you only draw aliens?"

Hook grabbed Wach's sleeve and tugged at it repeatedly, asking in a childish voice.

"Because of inspiration, don't you feel that these aliens are just like real people?"

Wach grinned.

A rare glimmer of light appeared deep within his eyes.

Hook shook his head.

She stared into Vach's pupils, and somehow, it was as if she saw a black hole; her attention was instantly drawn into it.

Hook stood there, frozen in place, for a long time.

"Hook! Hook! Come quick and help with the lesson plan!"

When Natasha's voice rang out, Hook snapped out of his daze, and without even saying hello, he turned and ran.

She ran several steps and entered the orphanage.

When he came to his senses, Hook realized that he was completely soaked.

Sweat dripped down from his hair.

……

Time flows by like water.

Life in the orphanage flowed by slowly, like water, without causing too many ripples.

When the children turn ten... we should also try to find them jobs in the lower-class area.

Natasha thought to herself.

She lay on the wooden chair in the office, looking out the window at the outer edge of the courtyard, watching the sun hang above the rooftops, casting golden light.

However, she was unaware that a strange change was quietly taking place.

Chapter 96 The Envoy and the Boundless Void

The rift spread to Rivet Town.

Natasha stood on the edge of the town, shifting her gaze to the cracks spreading across the sky, and pursed her lips.

It seems... we must prepare to evacuate the orphanage.

Natasha clenched her fists, her palms sweating and sticky.

"Sister Natasha..."

The children huddled together like cats soaked by raindrops. Hook reached out and grabbed Natasha's sleeve.

Natasha felt a slight tremor in her heart, suppressed her unpleasant expression, and reached out to stroke Hook's hair.

"It's nothing! It's just a rift."

Natasha chuckled softly, her gaze sweeping over all the children, noticing that each of them, more or less, wore a look of bewilderment on their faces.

Only one person was surprised.

Vahta's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile on his lips.

Strangely, however, there was no light in his pupils; he stood there like a wooden figure.

Natasha didn't pay much attention.

After all, back in the day, Wach was a strange child.

But when Natasha returned to the orphanage, she sensed something was wrong.

Wach seemed to dislike talking even more.