The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1156 From Childhood to Adulthood
then.

Reggie then witnessed a sight she would never forget.

Even now.

Now, she is huddled in a corner of the prison cell.

She couldn't help but tremble all over, the chill seeping in from the inside out, almost freezing her blood.

But the image becomes clearer when you close your eyes.

She will never forget.

When she forced Fraser into the "raw material factory"—what she saw was a large "field".

It is said to be "field".

In reality, they weren't planting any crops.

But -

fetus.

Large swaths, densely packed.

Twisted and shrunken, like a product of failed development, its skin and eyes are covered in mottled colors.

However, each person's condition is slightly different—

Some are bulging and puffy, with thin, translucent skin, looking like a mass of cellular fluid wrapped in a colorful husk, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Fraser said these are already mature.

It's time to harvest.

These mature fetuses are indeed much more clever.

Upon seeing Reggie and Frazier approach, it suddenly burst into a piercing wail, like a baby longing to be held in someone's arms.

Then Reggie saw someone walk over and poke open the skin of that thing with a tool, and bright red and dark yellow liquid mixed with colorful gelatinous substances gushed out from inside.

Finally, it was placed in a special container.

As the man passed by with the container in his hand, he greeted Reggie and Frazier.

Fortunately, they were all wearing protective suits and their faces were covered, so the other party did not notice anything amiss.

As he walked, the man removed his mask and sucked the adhesive from his gloves into his mouth.

Seeing Reggie staring at him, the man asked:

"How about some?"

Reggie glanced at the bright red and colorful stains flowing from the corner of his lips.

Looking down again, I saw the fetus that had just been collected curled up in a ball, its mouth still open, emitting a low howl, as if it were really in pain.

"No."

Reggie couldn't take it anymore.

Unable to look any further or stay any longer, they stumbled and staggered out of the "field".

She asked Fraser, "Where did these things come from?"

Then, she saw a strange sense of pity and guilt in Fraser's eyes.

Reggie took a step back.

The answer rose in her chest, almost making her vomit.

"How could this be..."

Reggie shook his head.

"Then what...how did we..."

“You were here when you were a child, so it’s normal that you don’t remember. We were all very young back then.”

"This is the necessary path to offer yourself to the 'Spirit of Fertility,' so that the 'Spirit of Fertility' will reward you with a perfect body. Don't you understand?"

"Your perfect genes, perfect appearance, and perfect soul are all gifts from the 'Spirit of Fertility'."

"There are no divine gifts without a reason."

Reggie's lips trembled. "But divine gifts...shouldn't they be...great, selfless..."

“The ‘Spirit of Nurturing’ needs power, and the conglomerate needs resources. Otherwise, how do you think our massive conglomerate came to be? How did we become the number one family on the Colorful Star?”

No, it's clearly second.

No.

Reggie will never admit that the Izetta Foundation is second.

“Otherwise—” Fraser continued, “why would the Federal Empire value us?”

No, there was no respect; they were even treated as expendable pawns.

The voice in his mind overlapped with Reggie's inner thoughts.

This time.

She stopped resisting.

Just standing there, he gradually grew cold. Frazier: "You can leave. I won't expose you. Let's pretend today never happened."

Reggie is really gone.

Frazier was buried in the field by her.

It provides nourishment for the little ones screaming and crying in the field.

She certainly wouldn't believe anything about not exposing it.

She only trusted herself.

He walked out of the research lab.

The streets outside were still filled with chaos and noise. Someone was knocked to the ground at her feet, a group of people were pushing someone to a dark street corner in the distance, and there were flashes of fire everywhere.

Reggie used to think all of this was normal.

Although the conglomerate does not officially allow its members to use those items, in reality, because they have the easiest access to them, the Izetta family members are the ones who get the most damage.

Because of excessive physical abuse, his personality and credibility collapsed, and he eventually fell to the bottom of society, becoming usable material to be sold to groups that needed physical rehabilitation.

Reggie had never imagined how cruel this place was.

But she's thought of it now.

Those scenes played in my mind.

Suddenly, I inexplicably thought of the people under that girl's command.

In that "new world"...

Mutual respect, equality for all, not even kneeling is allowed—Reggie scoffed at the idea.

However, as she walked through the city, she saw a vibrant and orderly scene, where everyone was working together to revive the family.

This is completely different from the situation in Izetari.

She finally realized that something was completely wrong here. What kind of family was this? And what kind of deity was protecting them?
The "spirit of gestation" has never protected these people.

Now, he won't protect her either.

Do you believe me?

Can I take you away from here?

Reggie, in his cell, listened to the voice and slowly closed his eyes.

"What...is the price?"

The price is—you might die for offending the "Spirit of Childbirth."

But you can give those children in the fields a new life.

Reggie hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

The next instant, tentacles grew from her palm and unlocked her handcuffs.

She stood up and looked at the cell door.

That door was a biologically protected door, extremely sturdy, and would be detected by the "Spirits of Fertility" if triggered.

"It probably won't open—"

At that moment, the door opened from the outside.

An unexpected person stood in front of Reggie.

"Fraser, you're not—"

Reggie stammered.

She buried him herself to use as fertilizer!

But soon, she realized that "Fraser" was not in a good state.

Her eyes were a scattering of colorful patterns, and although her movements were fluid, a hint of stiffness could still be seen in her, and she emitted a slight putrid smell.

"it's me."

Frazier opened its mouth, and a golden tentacle emerged from deep within its throat.

Reggie's pupils suddenly contracted.

……

Reggie was taken out of prison.

As "experimental material".

What chilled her to the bone was that her mother did not stop it either.

"Fraser" is explained as follows:
"I have reviewed the materials from your research lab."

"To prevent individuals who assume guardianship responsibilities from interfering with the process of their offspring's dedication to the 'spirit of nurturing' due to excessive emotional attachment, they will consciously weaken your kinship-related attachment responses and protective impulses during the nurturing process."

"In other words, in the face of family interests and the will of the 'spirit of procreation,' kinship is never a priority, and children are merely raw materials for the family product."

Reggie did not question the authenticity.

Because she knew that was the real answer.

Only this answer can explain many of her questions from childhood to adulthood.