Pixie was in the long queue. In front of her were mutated humans who were waiting to be injected with drugs. She could tell at a glance that most of the mutated humans here were the lowest level of Epsilon mutants. Most of them had very obvious signs of mutation. Some had horns on their heads, some had multiple hands, and some couldn't even walk upright.
It was like a circus.
Alpha-level mutated humans like her were nowhere to be seen in this line. At a glance, she seemed to be the only one.
Next to the team, police officers armed with live ammunition were holding their weapons with cold expressions on their faces. Further away from them, there were protesters holding up all kinds of signs and shouting a mess of voices.
"Traitors! Traitors! "
"Do you think you can become them? You're dreaming! "
"They'll eat you alive! Not even your bones will be left!"
"Come back, my comrades! Don't be fooled! "
There were curses, threats, and pleas. All kinds of voices flooded into the ears of the mutated humans waiting in line for the injection. Little Rascal turned around and saw that the mutated humans around her were all gloomy. Some of them lowered their heads, while others wrapped themselves tightly in masks and scarves.
This seemed to be a very humiliating thing.
"Why?"
Pixie couldn't help but ask a white-haired old man next to her. "Why is everyone so against this?"
The old man was probably one of the weaker mutants in the queue. Pixie Pet could easily sense the weak power in his body. Upon closer inspection, Pixie Pet could see that the old man's pupils were like those of a wild beast. He also had yellow pupils, which made him look like a snake.
Hearing Pixie's question, the old man chuckled.
"Of course they're against it. No normal mutated human would accept this treatment. Little girl, you don't really think they'll accept you just because you're a normal human, do you?"
Before Pixie could answer, the old man shook his head and said softly, "Look at them.
"Look at their eyes. The conflict between the Mutants and normal humans has existed for a long time. They are only accepting us now because they want to use us as an example to encourage more Mutants to abandon their factions and join them. If the Mutants lose, those of us who have changed will still be looked down upon and mocked. We will still be pushed to another faction."
He turned to Pixie and said seriously, "It's a lie.
This is a lie! "
"What about you? You know it's a lie. Why are you here? "
Pixie looked at him suspiciously and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do here?"
"Me? I'm just a pitiful person who can't fight against fate. "
The old man's expression was gloomy. "I was a doctoral supervisor in sociology at the State University of New York. I had a happy family. I had my own children and loved ones... But in an accident, my X gene and I became a mutated human. When I was 70 years old, I became a monster......."
A hint of pain flashed across his face.
"So I'm not here to scheme, little girl. I just want to return to my original identity. But after becoming a mutated human, I've seen it clearly."
He looked at Pixie and said seriously, "I can't change my race.
I can't change back! Even if one's race can be changed, there are some things that can never be returned to the past. Do you really think that my family will accept me again after I become an ordinary person? Will I be able to get my job back after I return to being an ordinary person? Can I go back to my previous life after I become a normal human? "
"No, that's impossible."
The old man raised his head and looked at the slowly moving team in front of him. He said softly, "I just want to die with dignity as a human. That's all. I can't get back what I've lost."
He turned his head and looked at Pixie. A peaceful smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He tried to persuade Pixie.
"Little girl, you should be a high-level mutated human. Listen to me, no matter what you want, you can't get it here. This is just a pitiful plot. Look around you. Those who are willing to accept charity are weaklings who can't survive in the modern world. They don't have the power to fight against fate."
"Do you know what this means?"
"The mutated human's racial consciousness has been awakened. They've started to face their power and status. They're just waiting for someone to step forward and lead them out of the barbaric world. The big shots in Congress think they can dismember the mutated humans without shedding a drop of blood. They're too naive."
The old man tapped his cane on the ground. He said to Pixie, "Don't come here.
Don't be fooled by them. You have the power to fight against fate. Don't let it slip from your hands. "
He pointed at the large number of protesters and said to Pixie,
"Look at them! The mutated humans want to fight for their rights and dignity. Do they think they can rely on demonstrations? They've chosen the wrong method. History has proven countless times that if a race wants to rise, it's impossible to achieve it without going through the test of iron and blood. Child, you have to learn how to hold a sword. Don't be fooled by them and give up everything you have. "
The line slowly moved forward. As Pixie and the old man chatted, there weren't many people waiting in front of them. Pixie silently looked at the mutated humans who were being injected. The treatment process was unexpectedly simple. The mutated humans sat in a row of open-air incubator facilities. The operator injected a bottle of yellow liquid into the mutated humans. After one minute, the mutated humans would stand up as humans again.
Looking at the mutated humans who were crying tears of joy and hugging each other and cheering, Pixie inexplicably thought of a sentence Saber always said.
"I don't save people who don't know how to save themselves."
She looked at the Ypsilon mutated humans who were hugging each other. She saw the longing and yearning for a new life on their faces and thought of what the sociology professor said to her.
At that moment, an indescribable sense of absurdity appeared in Pixie's heart.
She must be crazy! That's why she came here. She abandoned everything, family and friends, and came here to pursue a meaningless goal.
These people … these people think they've been saved? No … No, no, no, they've just fallen from one hell to another.
She clenched her fists. The person behind her pushed her to sit on the chair in front of her. The white-haired old man sat beside her. He looked at Pixie and felt a strong will. He smiled and reached out his hand, allowing the operator to insert the needle into his arm. He waved his other hand as if he was saying goodbye to Pixie.
"Go, child. You already know what you need. You already know where your future lies. Then, pursue it bravely. Don't let anyone stop you!"
"Let the world see, let the cruel fate see, how you resist them, how you slap them in the face. Goodbye, my mutant friend."
The operator on the other side pressed down on Pixie's arm, trying to insert the needle into her skin. However, at that moment, a unique power erupted from the beautiful girl in front of him. The operator screamed, but his life force had already flowed into Pixie's body like a torrential river.
The little girl stood up from the chair. She casually lifted up the operator who was lying limp on the ground. With the warmth that reverberated in her body, she threw him out fiercely, causing the policemen who were rushing over to fall to the ground.
Bang!
Pixie raised the steel table next to her and slammed it on the petri dish behind her. Sparks flew everywhere, followed by a low explosion. All the noise, all the roars, all the resistance, all the anger, all the anger, all the people in the square turned to look at the girl who slowly walked out of the flames.
She had a head of long blonde hair and a few strands of white hair. She looked very beautiful. Her neck was tattooed with a black demon head dripping with blood. Her arms were tattooed with the image of a demon. Green Mana swirled around her body, blocking the incoming bullets.
With every step she took, the transformation on her body increased. After five steps, she was 2.5 meters tall, with dark green demon horns. Her body was slender, and she had pale skin. Her face was covered by a veil, and she had six arms holding various weapons.
Demon Transformation — Demon Form!
The heavily armed police officers around were stunned by this scene. The smarter ones turned around and ran, but Pixie only ran a few steps forward. At this moment, all six of its arms were waving at the same time. A terrifying storm of blades swept through everything. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and flames rose into the sky. Her cold voice echoed throughout the square.
"I'm not sick! I don't need to be healed! I understand! You're the ones who are sick! "
"You're so vicious that you're incurable! You really make me feel … disgusted! "
The moment the flames rose, some sneaky-looking guys in the crowd saw an opportunity. They quickly seized the opportunity. In an instant, more than a dozen figures rushed out of the crowd and attacked the police and operators who were at a loss of what to do.
Some of them shouted:
"Comrades! Here's our chance! Let's destroy this place! Let's show them the true power of the Mutants! "
The crowd was blind, especially when there were so many of them and they lacked a leader. When the first person brandished his bone spear and charged into the chaotic crowd, the second person was already eager to try. There was no shortage of scum in the world who wanted to make big news, especially in times of chaos like this.
The little girl from The Devil Gang lit the first fire. Naturally, they had nothing to worry about. After all, the blame would eventually fall on The Devil Gang.
"Who are you? Why are you still here? Come quickly! Be careful! "
After saying that, the guy turned around and ran off. Pixie was stunned for a moment, but then it ran after him. A moment later, they arrived at a dilapidated and abandoned church. Pixie walked in and saw many people sitting inside. Some of them were even injured.
"Who are you?"
A woman wearing a colorful pendant stood in front of Pixie. She frowned and questioned her: "I don't see your emblem. Are you an outsider?"
"Emblem?"
Pixie looked at them. Everyone had a number on their cheeks that looked like a mark. It looked like a prisoner's mark. She snorted, tilted her head, and pointed at the devil tattoo on her neck:
"I will not allow humans to imprint the mark of a prisoner on my body. I am different from you third-rate creatures who play around. What you have is just a symbol of humiliation. But this, it represents a power that you can't even imagine … Tell me, who are you? Why are you hiding here? "
She had just caused a ruckus and was in a bad mood. The Mutants in front of her had come knocking on her door.
She snorted and crossed her arms. She looked at the defeated soldiers in front of her with disdain:
"If you say you're hiding here to wait for an opportunity to attack and catch them off guard, maybe I'll respect you. But the question is … is that really the case?"
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