Starting with the defeated female knight

Don't be so shy, you don't need to wear it outside, just show it to me here...

Edith, why don't you try this dress on...?

[Tanya, how does this shirt fit? As long as it's comfortable, that's fine, but it does seem a bit tight around the chest...]

[Morphia, I've ordered a new uniform for you. The appearance is secondary; the main thing is to make it easier for you to research and see if there's anything that can be improved...]

[Ella, get out of the shadows! You always wear the same outfit every time you get a new one. Next time, you do it yourself!]

The night after victory is long.

Some people were celebrating, some were drinking, some were talking arm in arm about their past battles, and some were chatting about daisies, which was then overheard by a passing tentacle and turned into a spinning top.

The women served as clothes hangers for Green for a while, and then changed into more appropriate clothes. Accompanied by the tentacles, they strolled around the city, chatting with them and enjoying the joyful atmosphere.

Of course, Uli is an exception.

Although she had made a contribution, given that she had almost blown up her own mountain and caused damage that even the Thousand-Legged God couldn't inflict, although she was allowed to play outside for a while, once the time was up, Green used his tentacles to tie her back to the room and then hung her from the roof beam.

Give me one night to reflect on this, then I'll see how you react tomorrow before deciding whether to let it go.

"......Yes."

Uli didn't dare to object and obediently hung there, but she was already thinking about what to build for the next megastructure component.

Everyone is happy.

Even Uli.

but......

......

At the same time, in a corner of the capital city.

Covered in wounds, with one arm broken and twisted, and her legs injured and bleeding, the girl leaned on a tree branch and moved with difficulty to the well.

After using the eye that could still see to locate the bucket, he laboriously pumped the water up.

But before she could put it down, a stone was thrown from the side, hitting her hand and causing the bucket to fall again.

Turning her head, she saw a girl dressed in gorgeous clothes looking at her arrogantly, her eyes filled with undisguised malice.

How can you still have the nerve to live?

She didn't answer, but waited until the other person left. After spending some time fetching water again, she limped back the way she came.

Don't misunderstand, she's not a commoner, but like that girl, she comes from a family with noble blood.

The only difference is that she did not inherit the power in her bloodline.

That's it.

He limped home and put the bucket away.

I took out some ointment from the cupboard and applied it to the injured area.

There was no time for complaining or grieving; in order to survive, she had to recover as quickly as possible to prepare for the next 'trial'.

"Sister, are you back?"

A soft voice rang out, and a girl with a cloth strip tied around her eyes crawled out of the room. Her legs, which had been deprived of sensation since birth, dragged across the rough ground, making a rustling sound.

Then, she took a light sniff.

"You are hurt?!"

"I was grazed by the beast, but it's just a minor injury."

"No, if the wound isn't treated properly, it might..."

"I can handle it."

The older sister spoke coldly, got up, dragged her younger sister back into the room, and threw her back onto the chair.

"The next 'trial' is in three days. If I don't come back, go and ask your parents. Considering that you were born this way, they should give you some help."

"But......"

"Nothing but."

She touched her sister's head, her remaining eyes reflecting the other's image, as if trying to etch this scene into her soul.

Even if she dies three days later, perhaps one day they can meet again.

After a moment, ignoring the sobbing behind her, she left the room without looking back, took out her last few copper coins, and prepared to exchange them for some food so she would have more strength for the trials to come...

pat.

As soon as she stepped outside, something fell down and landed right in front of her.

She initially thought it was bird droppings and was about to continue walking when she suddenly sensed something.

Looking down, I saw the thing that had just fallen was wriggling on the ground.

Is it an earthworm?

No.

She crouched down, got closer, and saw what the thing looked like.

It was a wriggling tentacle, with eyeballs flowing from it and covered in bizarre patterns.

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P.S.: I'll try my best to see if I can still get some.

Volume 1: Chapter 63: Sheila and Grace (Please subscribe and help me climb the bookshelf; I'm just over 100 short!)

Sheila Valencia.

That's my older sister's name.

Born into the Valencia family, with noble blood flowing through her veins, she should have lived a life of luxury and prestige that countless people envied.

Unfortunately, despite possessing noble blood, as she grew older, it was discovered that although both her parents had excellent lineage, she seemed unable to inherit the power of that bloodline. And then...

It then becomes 'scrap'.

Don't get me wrong, Hillary isn't really unlucky, because her situation is not uncommon.

From the very beginning when Edith introduced Green, she said that the 'good quality rate' among nobles was not high, and that she herself was even a 'junk product'.

Unlike Edith, although Elise also felt that Edith was somewhat tainting the bloodline, Elise was a pure believer in bloodline theory. So even though she did look down on Edith's bloodline, she was still willing to treat her sister and her other brothers and sisters kindly.

After all, even if she didn't inherit the power and couldn't fight, as a person of noble blood, she could still be trained to help her manage things.

This is why, even though Edith and she had some conflicts later on and their relationship wasn't good, she still worried about her and considered her feelings when her sister actually came to Green's place.

But not every family is headed by Elise.

In fact, even the Stuart family, before Elise truly took over the family's power, treated scrap in the same way as other families.

That is to find a way to 'consume' it.

Nobles would not kill their own blood relatives, as this would violate their 'morality' and simple killing would not achieve any effect.

So they invented a trial.

Simply put, it's about letting those defective products that didn't inherit the bloodline compete with other good products on the same stage.

It's not about killing each other, but about challenging or hunting certain beings together, and the standard is based on the quality of the product.

As for scrap?

If they can successfully achieve their goal, it at least shows that they still have some noble blood, so the family can support them.

If they die on the path of the challenge, it is considered that they have not disgraced the honor of their bloodline, and the family will give them a burial plot.

Backing down is impossible; if I back down, being abandoned by my family would be worse than death.

Moreover, the family does this not only to consume waste products, but also because some of the waste products are actually 'pseudo-waste products'.

In extreme cases, some of them are able to unleash the power of their bloodline and become true nobles.

Moreover, due to the trials they endured at the bottom, these nobles often outperformed their peers of the same rank, displaying greater combat ability and willpower.

But Hillary is clearly not among them.

Even if she activates her bloodline and becomes a true noble, given her current physical condition, she will most likely be treated as a 'waste among good products' by her family.

She had no hope left.

The difference lies in whether you die in the next trial or the one after that.

As for her sister, who suffers from photophobia and a congenital leg disability? That's a different story.

in short.

Incestuous marriage.

Because there aren't many people who dare to try to maintain the purity of their bloodline in this way, even if someone is considered a defective member, the family will still give them some care.

Although it is indeed 'a little bit', it's still better than her being a complete waste.

Even so, Sheila didn't actually hate her family.

As she participated in the trials more often, she gradually realized that her family's attitude towards waste products seemed to be relatively good among nobles.

At least, her parents wouldn't go so far as to dismember her and boil her into soup just to increase the concentration of her bloodline. Although she would face discrimination and rejection, it wouldn't be so extreme as to have someone secretly torture and kill her for their own amusement.

Even though some of the 'care' given to her sister might be cut back, it would still generally reach them, rather than being deliberately left to die and used for various experiments or made into certain materials.

A person obsessed with bloodlines.

This is the best summary of the aristocracy today.

But she didn't know what a madman was, nor did she want to know.

She just wants to live.

I don't want to become food, nor do I want to become material; I want to live on with my sister.

Do you want to live too?

Looking at the writhing tentacles on the ground, it was obvious that something was strange and wrong, but after a moment, she reached out and picked it up.

Although they couldn't communicate verbally, she could sense that it also wanted to live.

Just like myself.

They are the same kind.

How could one not want to live?

The tentacles in her palm kept swaying.

Dawn City had just won a victory and was celebrating, while the Church's tentacles were also accumulating power, ready to split again.

Since the defensive battle was over, he had the spare capacity to operate, so he split off another branch base and planned to send it to Vanessa's side to be the second branch in the capital. He also wanted to see if he could get her to take him out for a stroll so he wouldn't be stuck in the church all day.

But because there were many things to do in Dawn City, he was distracted for a while after the split was completed.

When they came to their senses, the tentacles, which had just been born and were in their most vulnerable state, had already flown into the sky.

A bird, seemingly from nowhere, mistook his tentacles for insects, grabbed them, and prepared to take them to its nest.

Once Green's attention returned, the bird immediately realized something was wrong, quickly released its claws, and dropped his Imperial Capital No. 2.

then.

pat.

Green's base slammed hard into the ground. Although he wasn't injured, the impact of the falling object still made him writhe like a maggot, and it took him a while to recover.

However, after regaining his senses, he did not suddenly understand; instead, he fell into even deeper confusion.

Who is this child?

Where is this place?

What is he going to do next?