I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 367 1.23 28 Paper Cutting
In the silence, a sigh filled with loneliness and regret was heard.

He was placed in darkness, his long blue-gray hair carrying a faint light, like a lamp in the pitch black that could be extinguished at any moment, like a fragile candle flame flickering in the wind.

Bertias slightly raised her eyes to gaze at the vast and beautiful starry sky, a glimmer of hope flashing in her blue-gray eyes.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting strands of fine hair.

He took a few steps forward from the gallery into the garden, where the moonlight poured down, shining on him as if draping him in a layer of silvery radiance.

"I can't sleep at all." Bertias sat on the stone chair, his eyes quietly gazing at the starry sky. The glittering starlight reflected in his eyes could not dispel the gloom and uncertainty.

When I'm alone and quiet, I always think back to the darkest part of my childhood.

He was bullied like trash and a punching bag simply because he was a defective product, a defective product that was neither a mermaid nor a human, nothing at all, and didn't even have his own race.

He had felt resentment, despair, and even given up on himself, but he had also encountered angels.

Just like in the fairy tale he overheard, the person had golden curly hair and beautiful emerald eyes that were as clear and bright as jade.

When he was beaten and covered in bruises, those emerald green eyes, filled with tears, looked at him timidly, but without hesitation took out a white handkerchief to wipe and bandage his wounds.

On that abandoned planet where water was extremely scarce, she poured an entire bottle of clean water for his wound.

The two children looked about the same size, and the other child had many wounds and his clothes were not clean.

They only spent less than three days together, but it was the most wonderful time for him.

Unfortunately, the dream ended.

The child disappeared.

He thought it was just a dream he had while he was in a daze, but even so, he didn't give up while being beaten. He thought to himself, "Let me have another daze, I want to see him again."

However, the words of the person who beat him plunged him into utter despair.

They said the child was too much of an eyesore, so they had his alcoholic father get rid of him.

That child is dead.

The moment he heard it, he gave up struggling. He thought that since these scumbags had lost their value as human beings, he, who wasn't even human, would just take care of them. Anyway, they were just scum and a waste of food to live.

Although the experiment failed, he was still fused with a trace of the genes of an ancient mermaid. For example, he could freely extend fingernails that were sharper and harder than steel and use them to kill them.

The result of the murder was naturally that he was wanted by the police.

He didn't really care anymore. If he got arrested, so be it. It didn't matter anyway; there was no point in him living.

But I'm not happy that those scum who trample on other people's lives are still living happily.

Why should the victims suffer so much while the abusers can live with impunity?

He was unwilling to accept it, truly unwilling to accept it.

So he first killed all the people who had bullied him, then cleaned up all the scum on the planet, and stole one of their identities to leave.

He was wanted by the interstellar police, but fortunately he was an undocumented immigrant. Without even the most basic citizenship, there was no way for anyone to easily track him down.

From that time on, he embarked on a solo journey, without a home, without friends, and without a future.

He desperately wanted to know if the child was really dead.

But as time passed, he gradually forgot what the angel looked like, only remembering that he had beautiful golden curly hair and emerald eyes, and was a very handsome boy. He couldn't have a home; having one would be like having a weakness, and if he were caught, he would be doomed. Besides, no one wanted to travel with a fugitive.

He can't have friends; feelings are the most unreliable thing, and only he himself will never betray him. Let alone an unknown guy like him who could die at any moment, no one would want to be his friend, and might even be dragged down by him.

He has no future; all he has is a cold, dark interstellar prison, or his breath will cease and his body will gradually grow cold until he finally loses his life.

He was such a despicable being, loathing his half-ancient mermaid and half-human genes. He was truly disgusting. Even a hybrid would be better than someone like him who had no sense of belonging.

Initially, he had no name; after all, no one would name an object that could be discarded at any time. He was just a piece of trash.

Bertias was merely a combination of the few words he knew back then.

He used to not even dare to say his name, only daring to tell himself in his heart that his name was Berthias, and that he had a name now.

Even after being wanted by the Interstellar Police, he still did not use that name.

He didn't want to taint this name, which had never been tainted by anything.

Only after entering this place, where no one recognized him and there were no interstellar police officers, did he dare to openly state his name and tell them that his name was Beltias.

What an irony.

He has fallen.

Forgetting the tension of hiding from the interstellar police, I relaxed to the point that I wanted to make friends and find a relationship that was uniquely mine.

He doesn't deserve it at all.

No need...

Bertias slowly clenched his fist into a fist, his hand resting lightly on the stone table, until a fishy smell filled the air, at which point he released his grip.

He looked down at the palm of his hand.

The pale blue blood shimmered with silvery light under the moonlight, clearly telling him that it was not human blood, and that he should never think about being with humans; they were not of the same kind.

He can only be alone, forever.

Her blue-gray eyes gazed sadly at the beautiful starry sky, a gentle breeze ruffling her silvery hair.

He vaguely saw the child who, despite being covered in injuries, smiled and told him that it didn't hurt at all, but in an instant, like a stone falling into a calm lake, the calm was disrupted, and then he disappeared.

In the silence, only Bertias's slightly helpless sigh could be heard.

"It's time to forget..." It was just an insignificant memory; there's no need to dwell on it for so long. Even if it's a commemoration, it's been long enough; it's time to forget.

Truly confronting the cold self that he himself loathed was like the feeling that welled up inside him after his first murder—not joy, nor fear, but calm, as if it were as simple as bending down to pick up a stone from the ground and throwing it away.

He had been living in his own fantasy, pretending to be a person with a bright heart, only to find out in the end that it was all just an act.

He just didn't want to face his true self, the cold self that even he himself didn't want to face.

Cold-blooded, indifferent, and calculating towards everyone who gets close to him.

Bertias's personal chapter; her character will show a significant change in the next chapter.

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