Titan ruins, a tall black tower stands on the plain.

There is a prison inside the tower, but most of the cells are no longer used. There is currently only one resident here - Greg, a former anomaly criminal from the Abnormality Control Bureau.

He never went to prison when he was outside, but after becoming Marx's prisoner, he experienced the feeling of "serving a sentence"

But except for the occasional big mechanical black cat that would bring food to him, Greg had never seen any living creatures, but he lived quite comfortably.

Because this cell not only has a very soft bed, a complete set of tables and chairs, but also a separate "toilet". However, although the functions of the things in it are basically the same as the toilets that Greg has seen before, they are quite different in shape.

The big difference is completely unlike something that would appear in modern society.

During this period of time, he did nothing but kept in constant communication with Ma En, reporting on his lack of progress, and patiently waiting for these creatures who called themselves "human beings" to appear.

And his wait was not in vain.

In the early morning of the third day, Mira, the woman who defeated him riding a black cat, entered the prison as scheduled.

"How are you living?" Mira looked at him through the iron bars. "This is a prison built by our ancestors a long time ago, but it has basically not been used in the past few hundred years."

Greg stood up, looked around the cell where he lived and said:

"Have outsiders like me been imprisoned here before?"

Mira looked curious:

"Good observation skills. In fact, several young humans mistakenly entered this place decades ago. However, from their descriptions at the time, it seemed that they did not know that there were supernatural forces in the world at all, and they also felt that our existence was

What an incredible thing."

She raised her hand as she spoke, and the cell door in front of Greco opened automatically.

Greg came out:

"Is this weird?"

Mira turned and walked outside, waving for him to follow her:

"Of course, in the era when our ancestors were born, there was no room to conceal the truth, but it seems that the ruling organization called the Federation is deliberately concealing the truth of many things, but this is not necessarily a bad thing.

"This can effectively prevent them from spreading among you."

"However, although the outsiders who broke into this place in the past few hundred years did not possess any abnormal powers, they still believed in the existence of magic and gods. Compared with the outsiders a few decades ago, they accepted it more easily.

the fact of our existence.

"My father Antom thinks this is actually proof that the organization called the Federation has increased its control over the world."

Greg continued her words cooperatively:

"For an ordinary ability user like me, the Federation is indeed the most important abnormal organization in our eyes, but I think this has something to do with their attempts to manage us. In fact, there are many forces in the outside world today that are not immune to them.

constraints.

"Are you isolated from the outside world?"

Mira did not answer his question, but continued:

"In the past two days, we have determined that you have no problems, which is also the prerequisite for me to come to see you.

"But you should still remember...

"Not long ago, I was trying to kill you.

"This is not because I have any deep hatred against you, nor is it because I have any interest disputes with your race, and we are not the so-called 'human haters'. This is why we stayed here without any contact with you.

The son of the cause.

"We had to kill you and your companions for a very simple and simple reason - your presence here seriously threatened our existence. This feeling is like a so-called disaster in your context."

Greg asked curiously:

"Is this why you stay here?"

Mira replied:

"No, we are not staying here.

"Although we look very similar, we are not the same species as you. Of course, you have a very high connection with us. I remember that during the most primitive period, some people in our race regarded you as some kind of creation.

God.

"But as time passed, we slowly figured out what you are."

Greg immediately asked:

"what relationship?"

Mira glanced at him sideways:

"You are our creators, you are also the losers left in a land of self-abandonment, but most importantly...

"You are their eyes and hands."

He looked puzzled:

"who?"

Mira explained:

"God, a terrifying monster that is parasitic on all members of your race, has powerful power beyond human beings, and at the same time possesses the worst features and desires of human beings, and has the power to destroy the world we live in.

"However, due to the hard work of our ancestors, they are now trapped in your dimension, and are in an unprecedented weak state. In ancient times, they lived in the hearts of every human being, and some of them still have the ability to

The power to monitor all human beings.

"But don't worry, they can't follow you."

Greg asked:

"Are you talking about the gods of the Confederacy?"

Mira glanced at him:

"The group of people who came here fifty years ago used this word to call the place where they were. It should be the specific reality of the prison of the gods, but your entire world is an abandoned place.

"You and our ancestors sealed them there together."

He said doubtfully:

"You mean, the world I lived in before was a prison?"

Mira nodded:

"The gods are a threat to all living things, and we must keep them out of here.

"And as their hosts, you are also quite dangerous. Although they cannot enter here at will, for the sake of safety, we decided to kill all outsiders who accidentally entered this place."

Greg's expression froze for a moment.

Mira, who noticed this, smiled and comforted him and said:

"Don't be afraid. This is not an oath that needs to be strictly observed. It is just an unspoken rule. No one will care about how we deal with the prisoners. As long as everything goes well, you can still leave here."

Greg nodded silently.

Mira told him a lot about them.

This is not a good sign.

Greg was very familiar with such conversations. He used to say this to his captives in the past, and at that time, he had often already arranged the date of their death.

Mira said so much because she was not worried that Greco would leak it, but according to her, they spent the past two days to confirm that they did not have any information that might be exposed.

But he was still able to talk to Marn, and this strengthened Greco's determination to carry out the mission as planned.

If Mira shows overwhelming strength in this conversation, then he will definitely start to consider betraying Ma En, but in the current situation, anyone with a discerning eye can see the contrast in strength between the two sides.

The victory of Ma En and the others was inevitable, and what he had to consider was how to ensure his own survival in the process, and if possible, find ways to earn other benefits.

Mira asked:

"You mentioned that you were sent here."

Finally got to the point.

Greg nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, I was one of countless ordinary ability users when I was outside, but suddenly one day I was attacked and was arrested before I realized it. Then they took me to a road and let me here

Gather information and then go back to where you started.

"But I don't know anything. Even my memories after coming here are a bit vague. There must be some spiritual entities stronger than mine among them that have affected my brain."

Mira nodded slightly and said:

"Does that mean you don't even know who they are?"

Greg nodded:

"I suspect that they may be a powerful abnormal organization similar to the Federation, and they may not even know what is going on here. If they know the specific situation here, they will send appropriate personnel according to the situation.

"We were just thrown in to die by them, and they probably didn't even expect us to go back on time."

Mira agreed:
To be continued...