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"I want to, believe me! I, I must get my own name. I, I also want Mr. Stark to give me a name, so, I will try my best to do my best!"

362 The Gradually Revealed Flaws

There were no dark clouds, the sky was bright, and the light reflected on the ground was very clear.

It stands to reason that on such a day, one should feel cool. At this time, one should take a leisurely stroll, feel the cool breeze, listen to the rustling of leaves, and appreciate the silver light pouring down.

But the scarlet color that is about to be stained may soon sully this bright beauty, which is not an illusion or a false appearance.

The full moon, which was supposed to symbolize reunion, is now about to reveal the beginning of tragedy, and no one can stop it.

Except Little Red Riding Hood and the others.

The little robot, which looked so weak and soft that it didn't seem to be made of alloy, did its job diligently and conscientiously.

Nitai's robots disguised themselves as insects, flying, crawling, and hanging on trees. There was even a fake product in every leaf of the nearby trees that was unable to carry out photosynthesis.

The priest's movements when he came out of the church were not sneaky, but perhaps because the light was against him, his hooded robe and his almost bamboo-thin body made people shiver just by looking at him from a distance.

However, no matter how cold the aura was, it could not change the fact that the opponent had already been defeated by Tony Stark.

A group of people crowded together around the blue holographic screen. When the priest appeared, they even held their breath, for fear that they would accidentally disturb them and do something stupid that would alert the enemy.

Even if this screen does not have such function.

The priest hurriedly passed by the group of mimic robots and walked forward without hesitation. As he walked, all the mimic robots started to move. The leaves on the trees fell down, and the bees in the distance chased after him, fearing that they would be lost accidentally.

Among them, the mimicking robot with a more tricky angle captured the other person's face in a strange way. The other person had a stern face, and even looked a little solemn from the front.

No wonder he could fool so many people.

The supervisor silently made a mental note of his own observation.

After all, Green over there is still alive. He dare not do such a thing blatantly, even if the possibility of death is less than 1%.

Kong slightly stretched his spine, which was a little uncomfortable, and held the sleeping Klee in his arms.

The other person nestled peacefully in his arms, mumbling something non-stop. Sora didn't even need to lean over to listen; he could probably guess it was nothing more than fire and explosions.

Kong originally wanted to send the other party back, but was stopped by Barbatos's rolling eyes.

At that time, he subconsciously scratched his head and was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

After all, whether it is Klee or Barbatos, their real bodies are not here. They are just two projections. The things that the projections are affected by will not be fed back to the real bodies, but if the real bodies are uncomfortable, it will affect the projections.

So even if he sent Klee back now and made the other party's projection disappear temporarily, it would be meaningless.

After all, if the summons is cancelled here, the other party will return to her own body, and the pain caused by being a projection will not be fed back to the main body. In this case, when she comes here again next time, the memory of traveling around will be directly connected without any room for rest, unless she takes a rest in the middle.

After figuring out the relationship between them, Kong had no choice but to use this method to let the other party rest. That way, when the other party came next time, he would have more memories of sleeping in his mind instead of just the hard work.

The priest continued to move forward, gradually entering the dark forest. It was very dark here, and the intertwined branches blocked the last bit of light. Someone who was not familiar with the place would probably get dizzy sooner or later.

Fortunately, Tony Stark's technology is powerful enough. Even without light, the analysis and control of the picture is no different from a high-definition movie and looks very bright.

The other party first stopped, looking like he was waiting at a specific location, looking in that direction from time to time.

At first, Little Red Riding Hood thought that the other person was looking at her grandmother, and she almost wanted to rush over regardless of the consequences, as she had time to turn back anyway.

But she was finally pulled back.

This time, the person who grabbed him wasn't No-one, but the supervisor, who had always been a low-profile figure. When Little Red Riding Hood gave him a puzzled look, the supervisor smiled and slowly began to explain. "Don't you think the forest he's looking at looks familiar?"

Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the screen and thought about her memories. After a long moment, she shook her head. She really didn't feel that this forest looked familiar.

"We've been here before, which makes me guess he's waiting for you. The place where he's hiding should be your inevitable route. I think we should be more cautious."

The supervisor looked helplessly at Little Red Riding Hood who was still eager to try, and gave her his advice.

"You aren't the only one who can wield the power of time... We can call upon it, too, but time can't do everything. Some things in the past are irreversible. Furthermore, this power will likely disappear once you fulfill your wish. Therefore, developing a reliance on time during this process is extremely dangerous. If it ever comes back to bite you, you'll be completely powerless to resist."

He didn't want to talk so much, nor did he want to get involved. He just wanted to quietly investigate everyone in the group. He didn't need an excessively high sense of presence.

But there is nothing he can do about it. If he doesn't want to continue wasting more time in this world, he must come up with some solutions, not methods to complete the task, because there are so many old group members, it is not his turn to be in the limelight.

He just needs to complete the task faster.

This passage undoubtedly successfully persuaded Little Red Riding Hood. Especially after she had experienced those bloody and painful lessons, Little Red Riding Hood realized how impulsive she was.

Perhaps this has something to do with her experiences along the way, but it is definitely impossible to separate it from the cycle of time.

It is precisely because we can make mistakes and start over again that we lose that cautious attitude.

Steve is better than her in this regard. After all, Steve only has the ability to resurrect himself. He cannot reverse time or save his dead companions. Therefore, he is particularly bold when he should be bold, and extremely careful when he should be careful, bringing out the two completely opposite characteristics to the fullest.

So Little Red Riding Hood just nodded reluctantly in the end and didn't say anything more.

They continued to stare at the screen. The priest had been standing there for a long time, and even impatience began to appear on his face, but he was still staring at the path that led from the village to the depths of the black forest, and was unwilling to take his eyes off it.

363 The Priest's Ambition

The priest didn't wait long. He seemed to lose his temper and walked away.

When the priest still had not waited for the goal and results he wanted, he knew that this plan had completely failed.

After all, he had watched the riot tonight from afar. Those guys who looked somewhat like the freaks in the Black Forest surrounded Little Red Riding Hood.

As for why they are similar rather than definitely being from the Black Forest?

After all, he had dealt with monsters in the Black Forest to some extent, and what's more, he had created some monsters with his own hands.

Naturally, he remembered clearly what was in this dark forest.

The priest felt vaguely uneasy.

The prophecy began to come true. The Hope family would eventually solve the curse of the Black Forest, and the power he had painstakingly built might fall apart in an instant.

He should have strangled the child to death in the womb several years ago. Unfortunately, the old man was not yet too old to walk at that time, and he would not get any good results if he confronted him head-on.

But he is patient and cruel.

After all, his father died because of his kindness, and when the villagers treated him with indifference, he understood that the most useless thing in the world is kindness, because it is useless.

He had been preparing for this plan for many years.

Especially after she discovered the secret of the werewolf, he was the one who spread the rumors about werewolves appearing in the Black Forest and hurting people. He even used some special methods to make it difficult for the werewolf to maintain his sanity. He was good at using spells like delayed curses.

As for God... that kind of fictional thing is just used to deceive some fools. After all, it is difficult for people to submit to their own kind. However, when faced with those unattainable and irresistible miracles, they will naturally brainwash themselves. In order to rationalize their stupid behavior, they will even become fanatical and try to drag others into the water.

If God really exists, God did not help him when his father died, did not help him when he was hungry and cold and had nowhere to go, and did not help him when he was stranded in the dark forest and forced to face the devil. Then what is the use of this God?

Even if the other party really appeared one day, he would not hesitate to complete the feat of killing the god, stepping on the other party's corpse and declaring that he is the real god.

He never believes in anyone, he only believes in himself. Even the devil is just a transaction relationship where both parties get what they want.

He did not go deeper into the dark forest. According to his original plan, if the werewolf did not hinder Little Red Riding Hood's steps, he would go there himself.

But now the priest hesitated.

It was not just because of the fear of the unknown and the fables, but more importantly, Little Red Riding Hood did not hate him. The old man might not have told the other party the truth of the matter, and he could have taken a softer approach, but he took the initiative to oppose the other party because of the panic of the prophecy.

This gave the priest a horrifying theory.

But without thinking too much about these things, the monsters that suddenly appeared next to Little Red Riding Hood were suspicious enough. Perhaps they were also something like the natives of the Black Forest.

In short, it is unlikely to be a human.

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He decided to go back to the church anyway.

When fate reached this point, it had completely forked into another path, which was also the last time they would meet the priest in the church in the previous time.

Things like fate have already begun to change quietly when you observe it.

The subsequent scenes are not very interesting. The other party probably doesn't have the habit of talking to themselves and revealing all their plans. They should consider some violent means.

As soon as there was a sign of how this violent method would be carried out, it was interrupted by the cowardly little robot.

"That, that, is it." The soft round ball with a pure black shape reflecting a metallic luster and no visible facial features flattened silently and slowly under the gaze of everyone.

Although his body seemed to be deflated and his voice became more shaky and hesitant, he still blurted out what he needed to say.

"Here, here, I have a module installed that can spy on other people's thoughts. I can, I can, forcibly read their thoughts and memorize them!"

This statement aroused the supervisor's vigilance. After all, spying on people's thoughts was still at a relatively ordinary level, but when it came to deep memories, it was at another technical level.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the pen in his pocket, but there was nothing in his pocket. He had broken the pen himself and the notebook was burned to ashes.

In addition, since Green was here, he could only give up this idea with a little regret. After all, there would still be some differences between what he remembered and what he wrote down immediately. Next time if he noticed that this guy was the one coming, he would not bring his pen and notebook with him no matter what.

"But, but, Mr. Stark, you are not allowed to abuse this ability. Because, this ability is very cruel, very cruel, and will cause irreversible damage to the person who uses it. Mr. Stark cannot repair it. It can only be used with the approval of S and the owner of the authority."

After saying this, the little robot seemed to have really turned into a puddle of water, swaying and stuck on one of the ghost's horns. If this little robot had the ability to change color, it would probably turn red all over.

"So are we going back to find Tony Stark?" Little Red Riding Hood asked in a low voice.

"This, this is not necessary." The small robot that was originally flattened into a puddle suddenly stood up, but after shouting this sentence, it flattened back again.

"Uh." Sora hesitated. "Are you saying that Stark has already unlocked your permissions? But we really don't need to hesitate any longer. I think using this kind of trick isn't a good idea..."

Kong felt very unsure when he said this, because he had no right to stop Little Red Riding Hood's determination to find her relatives. He could choose not to use this method which might be a little cruel to him, but that didn't mean he could stop others.

"I don't think there's any problem. Although using any means to achieve the goal doesn't sound like a compliment, forgiving the cruel person is unfair to the other victims. I heard some very interesting stories on the way here, most of which were related to priests. Do you understand what I mean?"

The supervisor smiled slightly and cleverly replaced and imposed some concepts. It wasn't really a replacement, after all, he was telling the truth. He didn't want the task to get stuck here, nor did he want to waste time here.

Kong didn't try to stop him. Being kind didn't mean being stupid. He understood the meaning of the other person's words. Even though he still felt a little bit sorry, he didn't say anything more.

364 It's a weapon after all

It wasn't particularly bright here, but it was better than the dark forest. The bright blue screen emitted a soft light. Occasionally, some flying insects chasing the light would try to land on it to rest, then fly around the screen twice in a daze and run away.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little silent and terrible. After all, this incident happened too suddenly, so that the facts that were not difficult to understand became a little complicated.

Kong couldn't keep up with the pace anymore. He lowered his head in confusion, tilted his head to look at the thoughtful supervisor, then looked at Little Red Riding Hood who didn't care at all, and fell into deeper contemplation.

It seemed like he was the only one who didn't understand.

Thinking of this, Kong couldn't help but shook his head, raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, trying to make himself more awake.

Just now, the round little robot seemed to have mustered up great courage, stretched its body, and continued to stretch and lengthen above the ghost's head. Finally, it dangled down to the front of the ghost, swaying in front of the ghost's eyes.

"Log7-type request S-level permission holder, Mr. Ghost, grants special permissions, allowing me to investigate, analyze, and disassemble other people's memory banks, as well as handle subsequent incidents."

The other party spoke this long paragraph very fluently, without the nervousness that makes one sound cowardly, and was very serious and proper.

However, after speaking such a long paragraph, he immediately revealed his true colors when he found that the ghost did not respond immediately.

It became a real fluid, evenly distributed over the ghost's head and flowing slowly downwards like water.

"...Well, no, no, just forget it."

The ghost's silence here is certainly not a reflection of whether to refuse or not, because it has no reason to refuse; it is just thinking about how to respond.

Is it allowed? Or is it something that needs to be expressed in words and not just by holding up a sign?

It really makes the insects distressed.

Because Honeyt also knew that it often wandered around other worlds, he once specifically told it what to say and what not to say, and told it to pay attention to its image.

Honeyt wasn't worried about the ghost losing face or anything like that. After all, that wasn't important. She just wanted to run the kingdom well. As for what others thought of her, what did that have to do with her?

But the ghost was too simple-minded. Even with Green and Pure's support, she was still a little worried. She always felt that if the ghost revealed its true nature, it would be deceived and sold out, and she would have to count the money for the other party.

So the ghost's final decision was just to nod slightly. If the other party said that this was not okay, he would change his behavior based on the reasonable suggestions given by the other party.

This slight shaking could not escape the attention of the robot attached to his head. The robot seemed to sense his heart and condensed into a ball in ecstasy.

"Mr. Ghost, Mr. Ghost, I, I, I, I, I will never let you down!"

They had gradually left the dark forest, and the priest, who was about to return to the church, shuddered for no apparent reason. Looking at the familiar scenery around him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

This immediately made him alert.

Even though he never believed in this kind of mindless vigilance, he couldn't be so arrogant as to look down on it.

Especially now is a special time, so I care even more.

This alertness made him immediately realize that something was wrong. The ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly and very regularly.