Anime, starting from Re:Zero (Zero - Starting Life)

Lala began to struggle against my hands, trying to break my arms, trying to blind me with magic, and even started to try to cut her own neck.

It's useless, kid.

With the god-level healing magic, I can save you by just putting you back together. The vitality of the Vitrum people is so exaggerated.

After about ten seconds, I stopped.

Lala looked down, revealing a panicked expression I had never seen before. She looked at me, forcing a pleading and flattering expression. She was almost about to cry, no, she was about to cry. She sobbed uncontrollably, her words incoherent:

“No…no…no no no…Daddy, please…please please please Daddy! No no no no! No!! No!!! Absolutely no!!!”

I listened quietly.

She was still wailing heartbreakingly:

"What do you think your mother is!!!"

I promised Lala that I would be honest with her, so I told her:

"You know what? The lifespan of a pure-blooded Vitrum is probably over 10,000 years. Your lifespan should be at least 7,000 to 8,000 years."

"But Lokisi's lifespan is only two hundred years. She can only accompany us for about another one hundred and forty years. One hundred and forty years, just one hundred and forty years."

"You know, humans keep all kinds of pets, like puppies, and in this world, puppies usually live one-fifth to one-quarter the lifespan of their human owners."

"And Lokichi..."

"She only lived one percent of my life."

"Sylphy also mentioned something similar, so I've been thinking about what Roxy is to me? A pet? A toy?"

"Now I tell you, our daughter. Neither of them is true. I can honestly admit that I love Luo Qixi, I care about Luo Qixi, and I want her to stay with me forever, but that's impossible. Even if I could extend her lifespan through various means, it wouldn't be possible. The Migrud people's rational thinking simply can't withstand more than a few hundred years. Her long lifespan would distort her into something other than Luo Qixi."

"So, your mother is very important and very precious to me - a memory."

I threw Lala, who was still sobbing, down.

"Even after ten thousand years, I will never forget these memories."

Below is our home.

In vain, Lala's body crushed everything around her once again.

I slowly flew down. Lala's injuries were just as severe as before, but she had already gotten up and was searching everywhere. She sobbed and murmured, and finally looked at me pleadingly. After crawling towards me a few times, she urgently asked:

"Mom... Mom shouldn't be at home... I can't find her... Please... Please... Dad, help me..."

I sighed:

"Lala, you haven't shown me how you're different, how you're superior to me."

"Look, in your eyes, the lives of those you value are still more valuable than ten thousand other lives. You still rely on your power to act recklessly, and you still make judgments based on your own preferences. The only thing that makes you better than me is that you have a more specific oppressor, which makes you seem more like a victim."

"Your ability should be able to see your mother's condition, right? Lala. You can't just use it against me, right?"

It wasn't until today that I realized Lala's special ability. Perhaps it was something like future vision? Looking back through my memories, it seems this child started to be wary of me when she was only two or three years old, and as she got older, she started to directly plot against me.

I guess, at least ten years ago, she had already begun to systematically leak my secrets to adults who could cooperate, and then began to prepare various ways to stop me or kill me.

But it's still too immature.

Soon, I saw this stupid daughter holding her head and crying loudly, as if she was crying for joy, feeling lucky that she had not killed her mother.

That's why she's a stupid daughter.

Even though he killed at least a few thousand people from the Ghost and God Empire, he was still able to stubbornly resist me. But when he almost killed his own mother, he simply couldn't stand it and wanted to give up.

But there is no such good thing.

"I already told you, this is class time. What happened just now was just a break."

I pinched Lala's slender neck and told her to eat more. Lala immediately woke up and begged for mercy with tears streaming down her face.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!"

I gave her a choice:

"If you kill Luo Qixi with your own hands, I will let you go. Otherwise, I will continue until you understand."

I lied to her because I knew she would refuse.

As expected, Lala stopped talking and just resisted silently.

I carried her and flew over the college area, and I continued to ask questions:

"Your Uncle Rudy once gave me a very interesting question. You should remember it. It's called the trolley problem. Now, it's your turn to choose."

"Is it the Enlightenment Department or the main department?"

Lala screamed and seemed to be driven crazy. I pretended to throw her into the teaching building of the Enlightenment Department, and she immediately raised her hand and pointed to the headquarters in the distance.

"You see, even though they are all students, they are different in your eyes."

I took Lala to the headquarters. We were all familiar with the scenery here, and those who knew us greeted us with a smile.

This is normal. After all, I just took a day off today to celebrate my daughter's birthday. I was still working here as usual yesterday.

Even though everyone was curious about our clothes and why I put my hand on my daughter's neck, they just thought that Lala was playing a prank on me and I was punishing her in retaliation.

After all, we are such a famous father and daughter.

After all, we are such a close family.

Lala looked around nervously, trying to obey my behavior to prevent me from suddenly killing people.

Seriously, I wouldn't kill anyone.

Aren't you the one who killed people, my daughter?

"...Dad, I understand. I obey. I listen to you. Let's just play until we're tired of it, okay? Can we please stop? I don't want to hurt anyone I know... Dad, you definitely don't want to either, right?! Don't you like your current life very much?"

As expected, it's Lala. She tries to act cunningly the moment she relaxes.

"Talking in class is a bad student."

I tapped her head, and she seemed to think I had given in, and immediately forced a mischievous smile. If we were kids, I would have forgiven Lala if she had done this.

But today is Lala's coming-of-age ceremony.

She is not a child anymore.

Lala, prove to me that you are already a warrior.

Lala wanted to continue moving forward, but she found that she couldn't move because my hands fixed her firmly in place. She finally understood.

Lala looked around, but there was no one around.

But there are tracks beneath our feet.

The campus light rail stops every three minutes.

Lala's face became desperate and fearful again. She began to resist and cry again. The alumni in the distance also looked at us with strange eyes.

I sympathetically said:

"You can transfer before getting on the bus, right? Going to the Enlightenment Department? Downtown is also fine."

I guess Lala thought that there were the fewest people in the headquarters car, so she kept silent and just cried and sobbed.

To think that ten people are more important than nine is also arrogant.

Stupid daughter.

As a capable person, the moment you start measuring the value differences between people, you have already put yourself in the position of a ruler.

But you, a fool, want to deny all this.

Then, the car came.

"No! No no no no no no!!! Stop!!! Stop!!! Stop!!! Stop stop stop stop!!!"

Lala screamed madly.

Sorry, autonomous AI won't listen to you.

As the train approached, the students behind the front windows of the first section came closer to look curiously, as if they thought we were committing suicide by lying on the railway tracks or playing a challenge game.

By the way, if we do this now, we will have our test scores deducted and it may even be illegal.

I grabbed Lala's neck and slowly flew up, aiming her body at the area with the most passengers.

I tore off Lala's eyelids to prevent her from closing her eyes and escaping.

I took her and slowly passed through five carriages at twice the speed of sound.

Lala screamed and howled for everyone to get out of the way. She tried to move her hands and feet to avoid contact with teachers and students as much as possible. She used magic or her own strength to push the people in front of her away.

However, her reaction was too slow, her psychological quality was too poor, and she made too many mistakes, which became more and more numerous.

Lala's voice shattered the eardrums of the people in the first carriage, making them unable to pay attention to what was happening. She tried hard to avoid her hands and feet, but because of the mistake she made just now, she was unable to make an accurate judgment. Instead, she smashed a little girl's head, broke a boy's cervical vertebrae, cut her former classmate in half, and kicked her former moral education teacher in the chest.

Lala began using magic again. The first blow was too weak, killing the person in front of her by a fraction of a second. The second blow was too strong, crushing everyone in the area to death on the carriage. She then used earth shackles, which thankfully only broke a few students' limbs. However, this approach proved too challenging to judge. For every person Lala saved, she crushed several others. She began to lock only the torso, and her first strike ended with a stranglehold on a fellow club member.

So, Lala began to use pure physical strength. For the Vitrum, physical control was the most exquisite skill. This was the correct judgment, but it was too late. Her mentality had completely collapsed. She had saved two people at the beginning, but made a mistake with the third person, using more force and accidentally opening his skull. As a result, there were more mistakes afterwards. First, three out of five people died, then eight out of ten died, and finally, she killed everyone with her own hands due to mistakes.

She was in a panic, crushing everyone, familiar and unfamiliar, into pieces.

Then, we arrived at the station.

"get out of class is over."

I said to Lala, who was as pale as death and motionless.

I shook her, and the eyeballs, intestines, heart and lung fragments, skull, brain matter, and plasma hanging from Lala's body were cleaned off.

"I will kill you."

Lala's voice was soft but firm.

I let her go and smiled with satisfaction:

"It seems you are a qualified Vitrum person."

But Lala was just hysterical. She punched me, knocking me away, and roared:

"I'll kill you, you beast!!!"

Come and vent your anger. Dad didn’t have the chance to vent before, so he accidentally killed Sylphy. You don’t have to do that.

Lala and I started fighting.

Lala consciously controlled the battlefield in the Red Dragon Mountains. I had no objection and just silently examined my daughter's progress after these two classes.

The punches were heavy, and getting heavier.

The roots of her hair also began to show black parts.

While she angrily scolded me, she angrily swung her fist even harder, even leaving obvious injuries on my body:

"How could you kill Aunt Sylphy!"

I slammed her into the ground and punched her in the face like crazy.

The same old topic, boring.

Lala barely managed to condense a spike, stabbing it into my side with all her might, then took the opportunity to escape, continuing to shout angrily:

"How could you plant a bomb in my mother's head!"

I almost forgot about it. I pulled out the spike and punched Lala's heart hard, causing it to temporarily stop beating.

She started vomiting immediately, a lot of acid.

I kneed her in the chin and sent her flying.

To be honest, I don't know when Lala will realize that this is just a family education course. If I really want to hurt her, there are more than 100,000 moments to kill her.

For example, in the case just now, I only needed to press the top of her head with my other hand, and her head would be crushed to pieces.

I'm too lazy to wait for her to figure it out.

I came to Lala's side in an instant, pinched her face, pressed her in the middle of the ruins of the original site of Longming Mountain, and smashed a huge pit a hundred meters deep.

Lala's eyes had begun to lose focus, the bones in her hands and feet were broken, and her spine was bent. She curled up in the pit, looking very much like the baby she once was.

I really love her.

To be honest, I would rather be the one being taught a lesson.