After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

"The Azure Moon is a black flower that blooms on the desolate land, nourished by the blood of enemies and loved ones."

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My name is Qingyue, I am fourteen years old, and I used to live in No. 301, Slum Area C, No. 3-03-07, Wuming Star.

His parents and older brother Qingyu were all "cleaners," specifically responsible for disposing of the corpses in the underground arena.

Although we lived in poverty and often went hungry, we were still very happy.

When I was six years old, my father took all the family savings to a shady casino next to the arena, lost it all, and then disappeared completely.

The mother cried for a long time, and the brother told her not to worry, that he had a way to earn money to support the family.

From that day on, my brother came home every day with money and injuries, and my mother cried even harder.

My mother has fallen seriously ill. The doctor said it's due to genetic damage, and only advanced gene repair drugs can suppress the disease. However, these drugs cost 100,000 star coins per dose.

Furthermore, due to genetics, my brother and I may also die from genetic breakdown someday in the future.

That night, our family hugged each other tightly. My mother wanted to give up treatment, but my brother held her hand tightly and said he would find a way.

I really want to do something, and I want to earn money like my brother, but many children have gone missing outside, and my brother firmly forbids me from going out.

My mother's illness was getting worse and worse. One day, I disobeyed my brother and followed him out the door into the underground arena.

He often comes home covered in injuries. Is it because he's playing in a competition?

The underground arena was bustling that day because the match was starting on the fourth underground level: Blackjack versus Arthur.

I got separated from my brother by the crowd and could only wander aimlessly on the basement level.

Heaven was still on my side; I finally saw my brother's image on a small screen.

My brother's opponent had a strange name, "Poor Ghost," and was also a little kid about my age.

He was very strong and beat his brother. That's when I realized that children could also sign up for competitions.

Just as I was about to sign up, a person dressed entirely in black picked me up from behind, saying strange words like "experiment" and "my god."

Thankfully, my brother was there and saved me in time. He knelt on the ground and begged those people for my life. It seemed like they had reached some kind of agreement, which saved my life.

I thought my brother would scold me as usual, but he said he met a very capable kid today, and perhaps the best way to protect me is to let me grow up.

Every day after that, my brother would teach me fighting techniques. Gradually, I became more and more agile, and even my brother could not beat me.

Two years later, I also participated in the competition. My brother, unusually, did not object. He just told me that if I couldn't win, I must admit defeat in time.

We all know that Mother's illness cannot be delayed any longer.

My older brother went to the match first; his ring number was 228.

And I saw that person again on the screen; he had become the undefeated rookie king and had ascended to the third basement level.

He's really amazing. He must have made a lot of money. When will I be able to be like him?

I heard the cold, robotic voice broadcasting a message.

"Please proceed to arena number 228, you who are responsible for finishing up."

228! It's my brother's arena!

I ran over like a madman. My brother had never killed anyone, yet the AI ​​had notified the cleanup crew...

The older brother died without leaving a word. They say he held a sword to his opponent's neck, demanding surrender. The opponent feigned surrender, and in that moment of weakness, launched a sudden counterattack, killing him.

He has never taken anyone's life, so why would anyone want to kill him?

I did not let the scavengers take his body away; I wanted to bury him myself.

That day, I lay beside him and cried for a long time, and then the poor guy appeared in front of me.

His gaze was complicated: "Is this your brother? I remember him, Qingyu."

He saw the wooden badge on my waist: "You're a contestant here too. Why do you guys need money so much?"

I answered, sobbing, "My mother is sick and needs a lot of money to get her treated."

He sighed, pulled me into a corner, and slipped a card into my sleeve.

He lowered his voice and said, "Don't make a fuss, don't tell anyone, and seek treatment from doctors you trust."

I don't understand why he did this: "Why are you helping me?"

He remained silent, walked to his brother's body, and folded a paper flower.

“Your brother is kind, but people who are too kind cannot survive in this desolate land.”