She is not an investigator.

It shook its head and pointed to itself.

"I won't do that."

"You can't understand human language? Even if you don't intend to do this, all you can bring is disaster and destruction. No one will welcome your arrival; your existence is a mistake."

For the first time, its eyes changed.

It stared at Igris, wondering why she would attack it with such vicious language, and what it had been born for.

But it still retains the most basic instinct of a living being: to survive as long as possible.

If its birth was a mistake, then why did it even exist in this world?

Who can take responsibility for its life?

"I…"

It looked at Igris and suddenly fell silent.

Its fingers waved again, and the red thread released Igris, allowing her to fall to the ground with it.

Without hesitation, Igris raised the pistol in her hand, watching the monster, wrapped in a web of silk threads, slowly approach her and place its forehead on the barrel of her gun.

"If this is what you want."

"..."

Igris should have pulled the trigger, killed the monster in front of her, and ended it all.

But she didn't do that.

Because the pistol was out of bullets.

"If you have self-awareness, then why do all this? Is this what you want—to make everyone submit and become your food?"

Igris couldn't understand it, just as it couldn't understand humans.

It doesn't even know why it was born here, or why it was subjected to such malice from the very beginning.

So it could only look at the swirling threads around it and gently touch them with its fingers.

This is the only thing that makes me happy.

"You're not going to answer?"

"You can kill me if that's your wish."

It looked at the pistol in Igris's hand, pointed to its own brain,

Iglesias really wanted to shoot it, but she had an even more important question.

People who worship blood go to such great lengths just to summon a world-weary monster.

This is not in line with their style, nor is it worth the lengthy build-up.

"I don't even know what to do with you."

Igris looked up at the sky, which was already turning red.

The sun was setting, and she couldn't delay any longer; she had to resolve everything as quickly as possible.

"Okay, I'll behave myself..."

Before Igris could finish speaking, the previously docile and gentle red threads suddenly erupted, spreading rapidly outwards and covering the ground.

Igris was filled with doubt and uncertainty as she prepared to launch an attack, but what she saw was an even more unbelievable scene.

Red silk threads wrapped around its body, slowly binding it in the air.

Its expression showed pain and struggle as it tried to break free from the silk threads, but more threads climbed up its body and pierced its skin.

They are absorbing its blood, its life.

to whom?

It is not the owner of these threads?

Igris looked at the sudden turn of events and was somewhat at a loss.

At this rate, it shouldn't be long before it dies completely, and Igris won't need to go out of her way to kill it.

But if it is not the owner of these threads, then what is the reason for its summoning?

But, as food?

More and more threads wrapped around its body, and its expression became increasingly painful as it struggled uncontrollably within the threads, trying to break free.

But the filaments that had just been obedient to E suddenly displayed unprecedented aggression and savagery, even tearing at its flesh and attempting to devour it completely.

"Help…"

Is it crying for help?

Its voice, enveloped in countless threads, slowly emanated and reached Igris's ears.

She didn't know what she should or shouldn't do; perhaps its death was the best outcome for Igris.

Please…

…but.

Igris felt that she would rather face this misanthropic monster than face the unknown that lay ahead.

Okay, let's just say she made a stupid mistake.

Are you afraid of fire?

Igris slowly approached the tightly wrapped silk threads, looked at its expression of pain that prevented it from answering, and gently grasped a thread.

"It only requires paying a small price."

The next moment, her moon-like body suddenly burst into flames, directly igniting the nearby red dead silk threads and burning them to charcoal.

Igris's arm easily passed through the encirclement formed by the intertwined threads. The flames around her became the best protection, dispelling all the threads that tried to get close to her and igniting those threads that were still devouring the figure.

Igris didn't know what the consequences of doing this would be, but it had already broken free of the raging threads and lay on the ground, covered in wounds.

Its physical condition was extremely poor, and it looked like it was on its last legs. From its heart to its abdomen, its body was covered with countless bloody holes, which would drive people with trypophobia crazy.

Its blood ripples had stopped flowing, and it seemed that it had been sucked dry by almost eight times. It didn't even have the strength to look at Igris anymore, and it was practically half dead.

The surrounding threads seemed to give up on getting closer and instead began to spread outwards.

Igris may have acted a little too late, so it's probably no use.

Unfortunately, no one could say no in front of Igris.

"I don't know what use you are... but you'd better not die yet."

The flames on Igris's body slowly died down, and she casually tore off the sleeve of her shirt and tied it to the largest wound on its body.

It's quite useful for emergency response.

Sensing that its life, which was about to end, had suddenly stopped flowing, it lay on the ground and curiously opened its eyes, not understanding what Igris had done to it.

In fact, it doesn't understand anything; after all, according to its age, it should be a baby.

But just now, as it was being torn apart and devoured by countless threads, incredibly familiar memories flooded into its brand-new mind once again.

That was everything it had experienced hundreds of years ago, and it was its destiny from the very beginning.

"He is coming."

"Ok?"

Igris turned her head and looked at the figure who, because she had no strength, could only lie on the ground and speak softly.

“I am His seed, taking root and sprouting...then I grow fruit, which He takes away, withers, rots, and sows new seeds.”

"what are you saying."

“I am a potted plant in the soil. He does not want to observe the growth of the seed. Only when it bears abundant fruit can it get His attention.”

It spoke slowly, as if telling a fairy tale.

"The fruit is ripe, the harvest is over... He will come."

"My Lord, my Father, the beginning and the end of my life, the master of blood and madness..."

Igris didn't know what it was talking about, but she also noticed something was off.

For example, the threads suddenly stopped spreading.

For example, at some point, a tall tower slowly rose on the horizon.

A tall tower woven from silk threads.

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The high platform stood tall, and the once quiet and empty streets were suddenly filled with sounds.

Many residents, for reasons unknown, emerged from underground and came to the surface, all heading towards the tower.

Their expressions were blank yet reverent as they devoutly approached the tower woven from silk threads.

Igris grabbed someone at random, but he paid no attention to any touch or call, and even when he fell to the ground, his body continued to move forward.

This is a massive contamination targeting all blood believers.

"I need to go check on you... You should be alright here, right?"

Igris turned to look at the figure lying on the ground and suddenly frowned.

"I don't even know what to call you."

“I will not have a name. I was born to call upon Him, I have no self.”

It didn't lift its head, perhaps because it didn't have the strength to do so, and it was uttering self-deprecating words.

Igris didn't bother listening to any of that high-sounding advice. She walked straight up to it, flipped it over, and forced it to look at her.

Its eyes had begun to hollow out, and that amazing aura and feeling had completely disappeared, as if it had been robbed of along with those threads.

"You are safe now. Choose a name for yourself and get ready to welcome a new life."

"newborn…?"

A sense of confusion crept into its eyes as it murmured over this familiar yet unfamiliar word.