Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"No." Wop shook his head. "They do have ill intentions, but I'm the one who can stop you."

The climber's eyes suddenly widened, staring intently at Wop's calm face.

"It's... you?" The climber's voice was mixed with disbelief and anger.

Wop nodded calmly, "I did it."

"Why?" The climber stubbornly supported his body with trembling arms. His fingers were still cramping unconsciously, but he arched his back like a stressed cat.

Facing the boy's burning gaze, Wop's confession was almost pious: "Because I want to save you, but you are not in desperate situation yet, so I have to create danger first and then lend a hand."

Burning rage flashed in the climber's eyes. How deep his previous gratitude was, how intense his anger was now!

"This is the first lesson you taught me. I have to learn it even if it's difficult. I have to learn it even if it's not difficult at all by creating difficulties!" Wop is still exporting his new style of education.

"Then why did you tell me?"

Wop: "Because I'm afraid of being exposed as a lie, I choose to be honest with others."

"are you crazy!"

The climber swung his fist at Wop, his punch filled with anger.

However, his fist failed to hit Wop's face. It hit the invisible shield like a stone thrown into sticky asphalt, causing only a few shallow ripples in the dark blue.

Wop suddenly raised his hand and pushed hard, his movements so fast that it seemed as if he had planned it in advance.

The climber was already on the edge of the platform, and the push completely caused him to lose his balance and fall backward.

At the moment of falling, he instinctively reached out to grab around, and in the end only a few fingers were left holding on to the edge of the platform.

Wop looked down at the boy hanging on the edge of life and death, "I can save you."

The boy gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with unyielding fire.

Wop took a half step forward and said earnestly, "Please, if you ask me, I will pull you up, otherwise you will turn into a puddle of mud at the bottom of the cliff."

"Dream on!" the boy roared through his teeth. "I would rather be torn to pieces than beg for mercy from you!"

"Then you can't blame me. This is your own choice."

Wop sighed and shook his head, with false pity in his voice.

He slowly squatted down and pried open the boy's knuckles that were tightly gripping the rock wall one by one. His movements were as graceful as if he was disassembling a work of art.

The moment their eyes met, the hatred in the boy's eyes almost became tangible, and his resentful eyes seemed to want to remember Wop's appearance in his heart!

Wop gently patted the boy's cheek. "I'll give you one more chance. Beg me."

"Pooh!"

The boy spat at him and released his last hand. The only curse he squeezed out from the depths of his throat was left in the wind: "I'll wait for you in hell!"

Unfortunately, his saliva was also blocked by Wop's psychic shield.

"He's crazy, insane, he's sick! Absolutely sick!"

The boy fell rapidly in the howling wind, and the feeling of weightlessness tore at him, but he was still angrily cursing Wop in his heart. He had never seen such a weird person in his life!

"Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Then I can't let you die."

Wop's whisper was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, suddenly entwining the boy's ears.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils shrank.

Invisible psychic energy wrapped him up like a spider web and flew him back to the platform. He was suspended in the air, enveloped by a light blue psychic film.

"Surprised?" Wop tilted his head and chuckled, "I saved you again, thank you."

The boy clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Even if Wop saved him a hundred times, he would never say thank you!

Wop shook his head in disappointment. "What an ungrateful, ungrateful bastard!"

The boy's chest heaved violently, and the anger in his eyes almost burned through the psychic membrane. He wished he could smash Wop's hypocritical smile with one punch.

He would rather be smashed to pieces than accept the charity of this madman!

The boy looked determined and said angrily, "If you have the guts, let me die!"

Wop: "Say thank you, I'll help you."

"Pooh!"

The boy spat fiercely, but the saliva bounced back from the psychic barrier and splashed all over his face.

He wiped his face in embarrassment and heard Wop's contemptuous voice again, "You'd better die if you don't know how to be polite."

The spiritual energy that imprisoned the boy suddenly dissipated, and the howling wind from falling off the cliff tore at him.

This time, the boy stubbornly kept his eyes open despite the howling wind.

He wanted to see himself being shattered into pieces instead of being toyed with by Wop!

The boy continued to fall amid the howling wind, passing through the torn clouds, and even the jagged rocks on the ground became clear.

He welcomed the end with open arms, even a smile of relief on his lips.

However, the moment he was about to touch the ground, his body was gently wrapped in dark blue spiritual energy.

The falling gravity turned into soft buoyancy, slowly lifting him into the sky.

“No—!” The boy’s roar was broken, and his fists pounded the transparent barrier frantically. “Let me die, let me die! Why do you want to take away my right to choose death!”

His heart-wrenching cries echoed back and forth on the thousand-foot cliffs, while Wop always stood high above the clouds, looking down at him.

The boy was returned to the platform, where he slumped like a broken toy.

There was no longer any struggling flame in those eyes, only bottomless silence.

It’s not that I don’t hate anymore, but I’m numb.

His anger did not disappear, but sank into his bones, turning into a pool of ice that would not flow.

Wop: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

The boy didn't even bother to move his fingertips. He just raised his eyes slowly, swallowing his saliva through his cracked lips, "Gu, kill me."

"What's your name?"

"Just kill me."

"How about we talk about something else? How about chatting for a while?"

"Just kill me."

"It seems like it's a waste of time."

A faint blue light emanated from Wop's fingertips, which coiled around the boy's temple like a venomous snake. Wop's voice was so gentle that it was chilling. "Don't worry, I can erase your memory and start over. After all, I still like you."

"So it's you!" The boy's eyes suddenly filled with rage. He trembled and propped himself up, each syllable coming out as if squeezed between his teeth. "It was you who took away my memory?"

Wop shook his head, "Not me."

"You just admitted it yourself!"

Wop: "What did I admit?"

"You're lying to me!"

Wop: "You asked me five questions. What did I lie to you about?"

The boy forced himself to calm down. He wanted to find Wop's flaw and expose his hypocrisy.

"Do you know them well?"

"Are you making excuses for them?"

"It's you?"

"why?"

"Why tell me?"

He asked Wop five questions, and Wop answered him five questions.

Angry and depriving the boy of his reason, his anger did not come from deception, the truth is more hurtful than lies.

He hated Wop to the core, but Wop did not lie to him, otherwise he should not hate Wop!

"If it wasn't you, who took away my memory?"

The boy stared at Wop's face, trying to find any signs of lying from his expression and eyes.

"I can only guess."

"tell me!"

Wop pointed to the sky. "Maybe you've been staring at it for too long."

"The Star Vortex, you call it 'them', why?"

“Because they are there.”

"Why?" the boy asked again.

"This question has no specific direction. You can't make me guess."

"Why are you torturing me?" The boy's voice was hoarse with fatigue.

Wop: "This isn't torture. I'm just saying hello."

The boy laughed angrily, "Isn't this torture? Then you are really sick!"

He is not a child, how could he believe such nonsense?

Wop shook his head. "This isn't called a disease, this is called being twisted. Do you understand what being twisted is?"

Of course boys know what twisting is, and Wop is a ready-made example!

Wop clearly wanted to save him, but was worried that he would not remember the favor, so he pushed him off the cliff and created danger.

Although he had already expressed his gratitude, Wop was afraid that the truth would be exposed, so he took the initiative to confess the conspiracy to him.

How can there be such twisted people in this world?

The boy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Can't you just die, you stubborn guy?"

Wop immediately looked at him with a caring look.

The boy's eyes were blazing with anger. "What are you looking at? You are the most twisted person in the world!"

Wop: "You're over-praised. When it comes to twisting my ways, I'm not even one ten-thousandth as good as someone else. I just learned from him."

His stubbornness is fake, but someone else's stubbornness is real.

The boy's eyes were filled with more anger, and his knuckles were crackling. "Then he deserves to die even more!"

Wop smiled.

The boy scolded fiercely, "What are you laughing at? Why don't you learn something else but imitate others' twisted ways? You deserve to die!"

Wop asked with a smile, "Are you feeling better now?"

"No!" The boy raised his head stubbornly. "Don't think that this matter is over!"

He was the one who jumped off the cliff twice, and Wop refused to apologize to him. How could he get his forgiveness?

Wop's expression was solemn, and his voice was extremely sincere: "It's my fault. I apologize to you. I can make it up to you."

"How can you make amends? You hurt me!"

Wop: "Are you hurt?"

Perturabo's breath suddenly hitched. His body was not without scars, but they were all from climbing.

Although Wop's 'joke' was thrilling, it did not cause him any real harm.

If he wasn't hurt, how could Wop be hurt?

That can only be considered an overly thrilling prank.

Perturabo found the key point, "But you have caused me mental damage!"

"This is indeed my fault, and I will make amends in my own way until you feel it is enough."