Chapter 561: NO. 143: True Educators Set Things Right with Their Eyes

NO. 143: True Educators Set Things Right with Their Eyes

The girl in a suit wearing a fur coat sat upright on the bench; although it was clearly just a bench, she emanated a solemn, chilling pressure.

Yet her arms were wrapped around a sleeping child, whose peaceful sleeping pose and relaxed posture formed a stark contrast of stillness and motion with the girl.

Yet together they formed a harmonious whole, quiet and beautiful.

It was so pleasant that Lapulan De wore a displeased expression, yet she thought better of taking it out on the child.

Meanwhile, Nengtianshi had already pulled out her phone to take a picture, sneakily sending it to her amid Texas's astonished expression.

"If Lindun sees it, maybe you'll feel better."

Texas, not paying much mind, simply reminded her like that, saving the photo to the list, while Nengtianshi kept that expression: "Of course it won't be seen~ I've got a handle on dealing with kids!"

"Then it's best to just deal with the child."

Lapulan De snorted, glanced at Aomo leaning asleep on Texas's legs, then turned her gaze to Zhaluo, who had returned once more to her shadow.

"His shadow really isn't a place to linger."

Wolf Lord Zhaluo, also called the Wolf Lord, the Clown, the Eccentric Plush Justin, Lapulan De's dog… though the later titles grow stranger, the last one is not wrong.

After all, Lapulan De would never treat her as politely as Aomo does, just as a master and servant are never equals.

"What do you mean?" she asked bluntly, "Speak clearly!"

"A bunch of random junk…"

Born in the wilderness yet turning her gaze toward the human world, now surrounded by human civilization, the Wolf Lord seemed to witness a scene more savage than Lapulan De, one that better represented an extraordinary existence than she herself could.

The red light in those pupils shifted slightly—not brighter, but dimmer.

She once boasted of mastering civilization, of mastering humanity, but due to arrogance she lost everything; disheartened, she could not even subdue a single human, instead being overpowered and made the other's servant.

Now she must help her defeat another extraterrestrial who has mastered humanity; when she blasts a hole in the enemy's ship and glimpses their arrogant demeanor, it is like a mirror across time, revealing another version of herself.

She also saw his even more tragic failure.

She hadn't even had time to sigh when her master asked her about the terrifying thing she had seen earlier.

The Wolf Lord was born in the wilderness, conceived from concept; though beastlike, she proclaimed herself a goddess.

They are ageless and deathless, wielding strange abilities, and have never seen anything that could better represent the wilderness, power, and savagery than themselves.

The wilderness has no lights of civilization; night is the fear the wilderness brings to humanity. The Wolf Lord born of the wilderness is pitch-black, her crimson eyes symbolizing humanity's primal fear—the eyes that glow in the dark.

That is precisely the fear beasts imprint deep in human genes.

That is also her pride, believing she can trample civilization with barbarism and bring fear through bloodshed.

Even after a defeat, she has not lost all hope.

She sought her own 'fangs,' hoping to make a comeback, when she met Lapulan De, a human who walks the wilderness alone.

She is more beast than human.

Beastly duels are always simple and direct, without human-like circumlocution; after three months of continuous confrontation, the result was her kneeling to Lapulan De, thus becoming her servant.

This is not shameful, at least that's how she consoles herself.

Lapulan De's will is stronger and wilder, enough to become the new spokesperson of the wilderness; she merely submits to a purer 'wilderness,' not civilization.

Thus she was not broken; she still opposes and even despises civilization.

But when she followed her master's arrangements and stepped into the shadow of that fellow who once wielded astonishing power but now looks like a brat……

She felt something even more exaggerated.

The darkness outside the city is not absolute; the darkness of the universe is eternal.

When immersed in his shadow, he saw countless apparent eye-children staring at his light source, surrounded by boundless darkness they could not see the edge of.

And at the lowest layer of that darkness, the lowest layer of that vast expanse, a pair of golden lights shone.

Ferocious and terrifying yet enormous, they gazed upon her tiny form, then immediately winked out.

Only then did she notice within the darkness threads as fine as needle points, yet incredibly tough, silver in color.

The cold silver gleam, like moonlight, was in fact an incredibly distant chain, shuttling and woven through the endless darkness.

With what appears to be an incredibly weak restraint, it suppresses all that darkness and the gazes within it.

Thus she realized why she could safely witness this scene.

Civilization……

When she sensed the aura of civilization from those chains, it made her unable to look straight on, let alone admit such a scene.

That universe-like darkness is as vast as the wilderness; Aomo Lindun ought to be far more worthy of her allegiance than Lapulan De.

But he actually stands on civilization's side!

Indeed he actually uses civilization to bind that darkness; this scene utterly destroys her worldview, denying the very ground she stands on!

She would rather turn a blind eye, redirect her attention outside the shadow, even divert it through speech, and vent her emotions through battle itself.

But in the end, she still has to face her master's questioning.

That silent gaze is precisely to solicit her feedback, after all Zhaluo has repeatedly whispered in Lapulan De's ear that she need not pay so much attention to Aomo.

It was merely a life-saving favor; by human standards, giving a little something would suffice, not worth such prolonged attention.

But now, perhaps she can no longer adopt a divine demeanor toward that child, that man.

That brilliant golden, slit-like ferocious pupil has already been etched deep into her heart.

True fear does not stem from bloody threats, but from the bloodstains themselves; a devil's bargain is frightening precisely because escape is merely imagination, while submission is eternal.

That brief eye contact was itself a kind of eternity, leaving her silent for a few seconds before she continued to answer Lapulan De's words:

"Beasts, aberrations, rioting machinery—I can't make out their forms; they have only outlines, they are also restless, yet bound by something. If it weren't for this state, I probably couldn't stay in his shadow."

"Bound by what—" she knew full well in her heart.

But she will not admit it, nor does she wish to call those beings wolf lords identical to herself, for they too are born of concept, gain outline from material objects, are given shape, and their mode of existence is no different from hers.

They simply lack sufficient energy to manifest a physical form.

Is that so? In other words, there's something in that guy's shadow, and even the tenants are tied up by himself?

Staring at his own shadow, La Pulan De's gaze was profound, making Zha Luo even more silent; he merely replied with an 'Hmm'.

She had also considered issuing a warning, or offering persuasion.

But she also realized it was completely meaningless to La Pulan De, and would only fuel her interest.

The former her would also be fascinated by the fear and danger depicted by humans, and even have the leisure to go for a walk.

But that man is an incomprehensible existence.

Age and experience are nothing compared to itself; even if it's the so-called demon-human hybrid, its lifespan compared to that of the Wolf Lord is merely a snap of the fingers.

Such a weak, short-lived life can actually contain such boundless Hei'an, and even possesses a will that binds the Hei'an.

Since coming to this world with La Pulan De, this existence is the greatest irrationality she has ever seen.

"Do you still ask me why I pay attention to that guy?"

Watching the silhouette of that child heading to the neighborhood with a package alongside De Kesas, La Pulan De asked her again.

And she remained silent.

That would naturally invite the owner's complaints.

"You're really quiet today; want to go out for some fresh air?"

"This city doesn't welcome me." She finally spoke, her tone heavy.

"Huh? Not satisfied with civilization?" La Pulan De chuckled lightly.

"You could just morph into a person; a red-eyed black wolf walking down the street at night would get the city to call the police even if it were more open-minded."

"... Next time."

"He didn't even directly refuse?"

La Pulan De glanced unexpectedly at the shadow, then looked at the drone remote held in the driver's seat, and the focused operator, the angel.

And the screen in front of him showed the live feed from the drone.

De Kesas and that child were silently walking without speaking.

Either they had finished a brief, quick exchange, or they were just two silent gourds not speaking.

Watching them was just boring.

But she, La Pulan De, could see that these boring guys were full of interest.