The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Outline...color...done!

Theresa sat in the chair her sister usually sat in, holding the paintbrush tightly in her hand, concentrating on completing the painting.

Although compared with her sister's paintings, her works still seem a bit immature and inadequate.

But for her, this is already a huge progress.

"Clang-!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound broke the silence of the room.

It was those two little boys again, and they started fighting out of boredom again.

Whenever they feel bored or irritated, they will use this method to vent their emotions.

Theresa shook her head helplessly. She knew that at this time, only her sister could step forward to calm down this little disturbance.

They always use this method to attract their sister's attention. It's so childish.

But then again, they haven't been out and about for a long time.

I have been staying in this small room with almost nothing to do except painting.

If I hadn't learned to paint and had a way to pass the time, I would probably feel as dull and bored as them.

The people outside only brought them food and water, and other than that, nothing else seemed to happen.

Their lives seem to be isolated in this small space, and their contact with the outside world is limited to these most basic needs.

It's so strange. I haven't done anything wrong, so why am I still locked up?

There was an exception during this period, and there was a person who came to see them.

To be precise, she came to find her sister.

Her eyes are special, deep and bright.

So she was impressed by her, even though she had only caught a glimpse of her once from a distance.

She and her sister talked through the glass, their voices so low they were barely audible.

Although I was very curious about what they were talking about, I didn't listen intentionally because it was wrong to eavesdrop on others.

That person should be my sister's friend.

Because her sister seemed to care about her particularly, every time that person slept in the corner, her sister would quietly send out light to surround her.

Why didn't she go back to her own room to sleep, but instead slept in that cold, hard corner?

Isn't this causing trouble for my sister?

But her sister didn't seem to mind. Instead, she always took care of her silently.

Sometimes I wonder, since my sister’s light can pass through the glass, does that mean she can actually leave here at any time?

But I never asked this question because my sister never showed any sign of wanting to leave.

No matter what, my sister is always so powerful in my eyes.

Until that day came and broke the tranquility of this small space.

"Sister! Look, I successfully completed another painting. Come on, praise me!"

Theresa waved the paper in her hand excitedly, her cheeks flushing slightly with excitement.

Sunflower took the drawing paper and looked over it carefully.

Although the lines in the painting are still messy, they are much clearer than before, and at least some shapes and outlines can be seen.

She sighed softly, reached out her hand, and gently ruffled Theresa's hair.

Feeling the warmth of her sister's palm, Theresa felt that her mood would become better for the whole day.

Just then, the cell door was pushed open.

A prison guard stood at the door and said in a cold voice, "Please, the three of you, come out for a moment."

She knew that the "three people" the guard was referring to were her and the two little boys.

Since being rescued by Sister Sunflower, they have been staying in this small cell. Although life is hard, at least they have the company and care of their sister.

When the two little boys heard the guard's words, they immediately jumped up from the ground with excitement on their faces.

They ran towards the door impatiently; their long imprisonment had made them long for freedom.

Theresa stood still, not moving.

Her fingers tightly grasped the drawing paper, her heart filled with conflict and reluctance.

Going out this time may mean that they are about to leave this cell and leave their sister.

"elder sister......"

Theresa's voice was choked. She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

Sunflower saw what she was thinking, patted her shoulder gently, and stuffed the red paper into Theresa's pocket.

"Okay! I will definitely complete my sister's mission! Even if it means death, I'm not afraid!"

die?

What was the reason at that time? I was about to die.

Theresa carefully folded the drawing paper in her hand, put it in her arms, and walked towards the door.

It’s over, it’s over. I actually forgot to ask my sister where she lives!

How can I find her then?

Oh, yes, there's also this drawing paper. Maybe Clover will take me with her to find Sunflower.

Theresa couldn't help but look back, then she ran back quickly, opened her arms, and gave Sister Sunflower a tight hug.

She buried her face in her sister's shoulder, taking in the familiar, comforting scent.

In fact, she had a bold idea in her heart - she wanted to kiss her sister on the cheek.

But her courage was only enough to support her to this point, and intimate actions were still too far away for her.

Even so, she felt extremely satisfied.

For her in the past, even a hug like this was simply impossible.

"Let's go, remember to think of me!"

Theresa let go of her hand, raised her head, and forced a bright smile, trying to hide her reluctance and panic.

She followed silently at the end of the team, replaying the hug in her mind.

My cheeks felt slightly hot, and I felt a little shy and proud at the same time.

She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she really kissed her sister?

But soon, she shook her head and interrupted this bold idea.

"Cough cough..."

Theresa coughed softly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Looking around, I found that most of the rooms around me were empty, and the dim light made it seem particularly deserted.

These other rooms are empty. Did they all go home?

Her thoughts couldn't help but drift to the conversation between the two little boys that she had overheard earlier.

They had discussed this place in whispers, saying it was a prison for criminals.

They also mentioned that Sister Sunflower was imprisoned in the deepest part and must be the biggest sinner.

When Theresa heard these words, anger suddenly surged in her heart.

She started arguing with them without hesitation, and the noise was so loud that even Sister Sunflower was woken up.

"How could my sister be a bad person!"

Theresa was so angry that her face turned red and her voice rose an octave.

She couldn't accept anyone slandering Sister Sunflower, even if it was just unintentional speculation.

In her heart, her sister is the gentlest and kindest person in the world. How could she be a sinner?

The quarrel lasted for a long time until Sister Sunflower gently comforted them and the storm subsided.

"Um... why are we going deeper and deeper inside?"

A little boy with his hair tilted to the left couldn't help but ask.

After hearing what he said, Theresa suddenly realized that the surrounding scene was indeed becoming more and more unfamiliar.

The guard did not answer the little boy's question, nor did he even turn his head.

He just walked forward on his own, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly harsh.

After circling around for a while, the light ahead suddenly became brighter.

Theresa squinted her eyes and adjusted to the sudden light. The scene before her made her hold her breath.

Such a huge space is hidden deep in the prison.

"Hey, you guys are recovering well."

A voice came from Mil, who was wearing a white lab coat, with a half-smile on his face and a hint of indifference in his eyes.

There was another person standing next to him. The person had his head lowered and his face could not be seen clearly, but the aura he exuded made people feel depressed.

"We're out of time, Mir."

The man spoke in a low, rapid voice, "The filth is evolving too quickly. We can't hold on any longer. The Bishop has agreed to let me use more extreme measures. Besides, my crow and I work well together, so you can conduct the experiment on me."

Mir frowned, a hint of impatience in his tone: "I know, I know. So didn't I bring them here? But the experiment can't be carried out on you first. You are one of the combat forces. If anything happens to you, I can't bear the consequences."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became cold, and then he waved his hand.

Several guards immediately stepped forward, roughly grabbed Theresa and the other two little boys by the arms, and dragged them towards the experimental table.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Theresa struggled hard, but her strength was no match for the adult guards.

"Go away!"

The little boy with his hair tilted to the left also struggled desperately, but his struggle was equally futile.

Reality didn't give her much time to think.

The guards had dragged them to different rooms and ruthlessly closed the doors.

Theresa looked around helplessly, her mind in a mess, she didn't know what would happen next.

"let's start."

Mir's voice was cold and decisive. He waved his hand and gave an order, "The data this time will be very important. Maybe we will succeed."

As he finished speaking, small balls of black liquid were thrown into every room.

The liquid began to wriggle on the ground, slowly crawling towards the children in the room.

Their surface glows with a strange luster, like some unknown creature, emitting a chilling aura.

Theresa stared intently at the black mass crawling towards her.

Some vague fragments of memory suddenly flashed through her mind, where had she seen this thing before.

During the time I spent with Sister Sunflower, I almost forgot the pain and fear I once had.

The scene before her made her feel that unforgettable fear again.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and he slowly moved backwards, trying to hide in the corner of the room.

However, the space in the room was so small that no matter how hard she hid, she could not escape the approach of the black substance.

At the same time, in the observation room outside the room, Mir and Du were quietly watching the scene inside.

With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Du said, "Their reaction doesn't seem very big. Even I would feel scared when I see filth crawling towards me."

"Perhaps this is the result of being with that white-haired girl. I don't know what she did, but she made them temporarily forget the fear they once had when facing filth. Now they only fear the unknown."

Mir explained patiently, simply continuing to observe the movements in the room.

Inside the room, Theresa's breathing became more and more rapid. Her back was pressed against the cold wall, and she had no way to retreat.

The black mass had crawled to her feet, as if testing something.

What to do... She subconsciously touched the drawing paper.

At this moment, the black mass suddenly accelerated and rushed towards her.

Theresa subconsciously closed her eyes, her body stiff as a stone.

When the filth touched her skin, a biting chill instantly rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and countless cold hands grabbed her heart.

Her breathing suddenly stopped, and the only sound in her ears was her own violent heartbeat.

The filth began to emit a suffocating negative emotion, like a black tide, madly pouring into her body.

The feeling of despair, powerlessness and pain was like a huge net that wrapped her tightly and blocked the light in her heart that was lit by Sister Sunflower.

Yes, she remembered it all.

Those memories that were deliberately forgotten came flooding back like a flood.

She remembered her past helplessness, the indifference and cruelty of the world, and the moments that made her feel like she was dying.

Hatred, anger, sadness, loneliness.

"Crack——!"

At this time, the light went down completely.

“No…no…mm…”

Theresa held her head tightly with both hands, her nails digging deep into her scalp, as if this could block out those terrible memories.

The black liquid climbed up her skin, onto her cheek, and finally into her slightly opened mouth.

Theresa's pupils suddenly contracted, and a painful whimper escaped from her throat.

Those most desperate memories keep replaying.

I saw those cold eyes, heard those harsh ridicules, and felt endless loneliness and pain.

“Why…why am I so miserable…so dark…”

Tears silently rolled down her cheeks, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe.

The feeling of despair was like a sharp knife, cutting her soul over and over again, and then burning it all with fire.

"Die... Let me die... Save me... Sister..."

Her lips trembled slightly and her voice was almost inaudible.

Yes, I'll feel better when I see my sister.

I have to hold it in and just get through it.