Chapter 382

The "Witch Child" didn't resist, just a bit surprised, as if she had been suddenly patted on the back by a good friend.

Her consciousness began to drift away, just like at the beginning of life, listening to the slapping sound from the world.

—Near and far, incomparably melodious, as if hearing a conch shell in a half-dream, half-awake state.

The drug began to take effect.

This is a specially made drug by the Foundation; no matter how powerful a reality bender is, once a whole dose is injected, they will get baby-like sleep within a few seconds.

"My name is... Sigurrós..."

She protested a bit, corrected the error in pronunciation, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

She felt her eyelids become heavy, touching each other again and again, and then forced them open.

She struggled to reach out her hand, but couldn't even lift her arm, her legs went soft, she fell weakly, was held in Dr. Gears' arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Sigh..."

Dr. Gears withdrew his gaze from the "Witch Child."

Subsequently, he found a first-aid blanket, wrapped it around the little girl, held her, and left the vault.

On the "Astral Express," in the observation car, warm tones filled the car as usual.

Himeko watched the light screen in the distance quietly, watching a small thing that happened tens of thousands of years ago, millions of light-years away.

A moment later, Himeko rubbed her eyebrows and sighed in her heart.

Himeko quietly recalled the various innocent performances of that girl, remembered the fairy tale paradise she created, looked at her final sleeping face, and felt quite touched in her heart.

She was really just a cute child.

Perhaps, in the world outside the "Tree of Knowledge," there would be a girl like her.

She might not have power, might not be very smart, but at least she could have a stable childhood.

Not to the point of being treated as a part driving the world forward, being researched, being locked up, being deliberately shaped, and then being injected with drugs.

In the Foundation's stories, there isn't much color left for children's fantasies.

Whether it's the high-and-mighty O5 council members, or the bravest agents, or the brilliant doctors, they are all crushed by the world that could overturn at any time.

Whether it's the Foundation, COG, or any organization, they together constitute a roaring machine.

And every human being might be thrown in and become fuel for this huge machine.

043 Himeko felt a bit emotional.

If this child hadn't been born in this world—a world with chaos, despair, and strife as its background.

She might have become a famous wizard in a world of knights and magic.

She might also have grown up healthy and happy in a world without any extraordinary power, just like the vast majority of little girls.

"Himeko?" Pom-Pom's concerned voice sounded from the side, "Why did you suddenly start daydreaming?"