Chapter 562: NO．144：True Educators Correct with Their Eyes

NO．144：True Educators Correct with Their Eyes

The suit-clad girl wearing a fur coat sat upright on the bench; clearly just a bench, yet she sat with a solemn, oppressive presence.

But her arms were also wrapped around a sleeping child; the child's sleeping appearance was peaceful, posture relaxed, and this utterly unguarded stance 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 looked displeased, yet he thought better of taking it out on the child.

Neng Tianshi had already pulled out his phone to take a picture, and, amid Dekesas Si's astonished expression, sneakily sent her a photo.

If Lindun were to see it, perhaps you'd feel better.

Dekesas Si, not paying much attention, merely reminded him thus, saving the photo to the list, while Neng Tianshi kept that expression: 'Of course it won't be seen~ I still have a knack for dealing with kids!'

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

Lapulan De gave a cold glance at Aomo, who was leaning asleep on Dekesas Si's legs, then turned his gaze to Zhaluo, who had returned to her shadow.

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

The beast master Zhaluo, nicknamed Langzhu, Xiaochou, Yige Maorong Jiesidun, and Lapulan De's dog…… Though the epithets grow stranger, the last one is not wrong.

After all, Lapulan De would not 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, Langzhizhu truly witnessed a scene more savage than Lapulan De and better representing the extraordinary than herself.

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 becoming 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, glimpsing the foe's arrogant demeanor is like gazing into a timeless mirror, revealing another version of herself.

She also saw his even more miserable defeat.

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

Langzhizhu 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 better represents the wilderness, power, and savagery than themselves.

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

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

That is also where her pride lies, believing she can crush civilization with barbarity and bring fear through bloodshed.

Even after losing once, she did not lose hope entirely.

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

More beast than human.

Clashes between beasts are simple and direct, without human-like maneuvering; after three months of continuous confrontation, the result was her kneeling to Lapulan De, thus becoming his servant.

This was not humiliating, at least that's how she consoled herself.

Lapulan De's will was stronger and more savage, enough to become the new voice of the wilderness; she merely submitted to a purer 'wilderness,' not civilization.

Thus she was not broken; she still opposed civilization, even despising it.

But when she followed her master's arrangement and stepped into the shadow of that fellow who once wielded astonishing power over her but now appears as a brat……

She felt something even more extravagant.

Hei'an outside the city is not absolute; the Hei'an of the universe is eternal.

When immersed in the opponent's shadow, he saw countless what seemed like eye-children staring at his light source, and the boundless Hei'an surrounding them.

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

Ferocious and terrifying yet enormous, it gazed upon her insignificance, then immediately winked out.

Only then did she notice within the Hei'an threads as fine as needle points, yet incredibly tough, silver lines.

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

With what seemed a feeble restraint, it suppressed all of that Hei'an and the gazes within.

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 face it, let alone admit such a scene.

That universe-like Hei'an was as vast as the wilderness; Aomo Lindun ought to have been far more worthy of her allegiance than Lapulan De.

But he stood on civilization's side!

Indeed he used civilization to bind that Hei'an; the scene utterly destroyed her worldview, denying her very foothold.

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

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

That silent gaze was precisely to solicit her feedback, after all Zhaluo had 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 could no longer adopt a divine demeanor toward that child, that man.

That brilliant golden, fissure-like ferocious eye socket had already been etched deep into her soul.

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 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 cannot make out their forms; they have only outlines, they are restless, yet bound by something; if not for this state, I fear I could not remain in his shadow.'

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

But she would not admit it, nor would she even call those beings beast masters identical to herself; clearly they too were born of concept, gaining outlines from tangible things, given form, and her mode of existence was no different.

Only lacking sufficient energy to sustain a physical form.

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

Staring at his own shadow, Lappland's gaze was meaningful, making Zara even more silent, merely replying with an "uh."

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

But she also realized it would be meaningless to Lappland, and would only fuel her interest.

She used to also be interested in the fear and danger humans depicted, even having the leisure to go for a walk.

But that man is an incomprehensible existence.

Age and experience are nothing compared to itself; even the so-called demon-blooded, compared to the lifespan of the Lord of Wolves, is merely a fleeting moment.

Such a weak, short-lived life can actually contain such boundless darkness, and even have a will that binds darkness.

Since coming to this world with Lappland, 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 following Texas as they carried a package to that neighborhood, Lappland asked her again.

And she remained silent.

Naturally, that would 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?" Lappland chuckled lightly.

"You could just disguise yourself as a person; a red-eyed black wolf walking down the street at night would get reported even in the most open-minded city."

"... Next time."

He didn't even directly refuse?

Lappland glanced unexpectedly at the shadow, then looked at the driver's seat where the one gripping the joystick-style drone controller, the focused Able Angel, operated.

And the screen before her showed the live feed from the drone.

Texas and that child were walking silently without a word.

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

Watching them was just boring.

But she, Lappland, could see that these boring fellows were full of interest all over.