Chapter 1377
Humans are so interesting!
"Cui, tell me, what exactly are monsters? Why are they so... illogical?"
Angie leaned against the table, her fingertips unconsciously picking at the wood grain on the edge.
The sky outside the window was gray and gloomy, like a dirty cloth soaked in water, making it hard to breathe.
Her voice was squeezed out of her throat, carrying a weariness as if something had crushed it, with a slight tremor at the end.
The image of that monster still lingered in her mind, the earth-shaking roar, the bricks and tiles being torn apart like paper, the stench of hot air spraying onto her face, burning her eyes.
"That's exactly what makes it unreasonable. That's what monsters are all about. They have the right stats and the right mechanics. The monster that destroyed your castle was just an ordinary monster from the monster world."
Without looking up, Cui Ming ran his fingers across the yellowed pages, making a soft rustling sound.
His tone was as indifferent as if he were talking about today's cafeteria menu, as if those monsters that could demolish buildings and destroy cities at any time were nothing more than stray dogs running around on the roadside, not even worthy of being looked at.
"yes."
Angie nodded, her neck stiff as a rusty hinge, her eyes vacant for a moment, as if something had been taken from them.
"But that one monster, directly..."
Her words were cut off, stuck between her teeth, unable to be spat out or swallowed.
The images surged uncontrollably upwards: the screams as the royal city collapsed pierced her eardrums; figures stumbled and fled through the smoke and dust; her brother turned to look at her one last time, his eyes filled with fear and resentment, but without any regret.
Jill, the woman who usually followed her obediently, tore off her mask in the chaos, gripped a short knife, and her smile was so twisted it was nauseating. The tip of the knife almost touched Jill's back.
"I'm sorry about your brother and sister; I'm late."
Cui Ming finally raised his head, his gaze falling on An Qi's profile.
His voice remained calm, but contained a rare hint of apology, like a crack appearing in a piece of ice that had been frozen for too long.
"fine."
Anqi was very nonchalant. She waved her hand, and the corners of her mouth even twitched upwards, but the curve was so faint that it was almost invisible. It was as if those life and death were nothing more than a fallen leaf blown by the wind, not worth a second glance.
"Leaving aside my brain-dead brother, what I didn't expect was that my sister would actually want me dead."
Angie wasn't actually that sad.
After all, her brother and sister had been hoping for her death, but instead, they were the ones who ended up lying in the ground first.
She remembered the little girl who followed her around calling her "sister" when she was a child, and the hands that handed her candy. She realized that behind those tender scenes were long ago thorns, each one sharp enough to kill instantly.
"Therefore, I don't want such tragedies to happen again."
Cui Ming put down the documents in his hand, the papers hitting the table with a dull thud.
His gaze fell straight at me, and his tone became somber, like a stone falling into a deep well.
"Um, Choi, this is a comedy to me."
Angie offered a reminder.
After all, once she discovered that her sister was also going to kill her, she felt no sadness about the deaths of the two of them.
She even found it somewhat absurd that she was actually feeling relieved by the death of someone who was looking forward to her own death. This twisted feeling made her want to laugh, but the laughter got stuck in her throat and turned into a short, breathy sound.
"Alright, anyway, if you don't want your parents to experience something like this, then become stronger."
Cui Ming was silent for a moment, then nodded.
He knew that the distortion of this family relationship was beyond his judgment, but he had seen too many examples of people losing everything because of weakness, and he knew that feeling better than anyone else.
“Hmm,” Angie nodded, her eyes gradually hardening. The pride and stubbornness that belonged to a princess returned to her face, like steel that had been tempered, even harder than before.
indeed.
变强
Humanity can only fight using technology; that's all it can do.
She looked down at her palms, hands that had once only been able to hold a pen and play the zither, plucking melodious tunes from the silk strings, but now she had to learn to pull the trigger and manipulate those cold steel objects.
In this world overrun by monsters, most people are without magic or superpowers. Humans can only rely on the fire and metal they create themselves. Only by holding onto those things tightly can they preserve the last bit of dignity they have left to speak with.
Cui Ming closed the documents in his hand, and the paper made a crisp sound.
He turned around, his gaze falling on Angie's face, lingering for a few seconds, as if trying to glean something from her expression.
"Angie, what do you think of the dinosaur people?"
Angie was clearly taken aback, as if she hadn't expected him to suddenly ask this.
Her expression turned strange; her lips twitched, and her eyes darted away, as if she were carefully choosing her words.
"Well, how should I put it? It's kind of tragic, or rather, too tragic."
She thought of those dinosaur people.
Those pitiful creatures who were dragged out of ancient times by the Naga people, transformed, and then abandoned.
They eked out a living underground, and when they finally crawled out of the ground, they found that they no longer belonged to this world.
Even having to rely on others for a place to live and make a living, the feeling of being crushed by the times, Anqi felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.
They did nothing wrong, yet they became victims of the changing of civilizations.
"Angie, how's your training going lately?"
Cui Ming didn't dwell on the topic. He changed the subject and swept his gaze over her, as if assessing her physique and spirit.
Angie immediately straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and her face was full of confidence.
"I'm very strong."
Her tone carried a hint of the pride unique to princesses, and her shoulders were taut, as if she had returned to that high and mighty posture.
Cui Ming shook his head, his eyes darkened, and his tone became somewhat heavy.
"Angie, don't think you're so great. Don't forget, even ace pilots can crash."
His voice was like a stone thrown into water, splashing out a chill.
Angie subconsciously turned her head in the direction of Daigo and Shinjo.
The two men were standing on the edge of the tarmac, pointing and arguing about a newly repaired fighter jet, their expressions not very pleasant.
Cui Ming nodded in the direction of her gaze, his expression meaningful.
"you know?"
Anqi looked away, her brows furrowing, a puzzled expression on her face.
"I know. But they should be pretty capable, so how come they always crash?"
Her voice carried a genuine sense of doubt, as if this were an unsolved mystery that had troubled her for a long time.
Those two didn't look like novices at all, yet every time they took off, they couldn't escape crashing to the ground, as if they were cursed. (End of Chapter)