The dazzling light ripped through the senses through the gauze, and the intermittent ticking of electronic instruments came to my ears.
They made my heartbeat suddenly accelerate, my body beat involuntarily, and it hit the shackles connected to the iron bed.
My memory begins here...
Sharp, cold, lengthy silence and noise.
They call me "Ariel".
Ariel is not my name, but my codename - evidence of my identity in another world.
It is said that this "code name" comes from a fairy tale, in which the protagonist is a "special" girl, also named Ariel.
Like me, her legs transform into a "tail" when she stays in the water.
Yes.
Before I learned human language, I had a deep understanding of the differences between me and ordinary people.
Therefore, I don’t like this story. I heard that the girl turned into a bubble and died...
I envy her.
Gained soul and freedom in another form.
But I can't...
Those people didn't allow me to die.
They did everything they could to keep me alive.
Because those experiments only make sense when I am alive.
Sharp and cold are the ways of interaction I am most familiar with.
People's attitude towards me is like those lengthy and tedious experiments, absurd and despairing.
Every time, every time...it ends badly.
I was left in the laboratory like a rotten tomato, listening to the instigators quarrel with each other and argue endlessly!
Ha, I can feel their hatred and fear.
So, every second day, I returned to the same state as before, brand new as if I was reborn. This ended their argument.
I still remember their shocked and inexplicable expressions, fear and greed.
Maybe that's why they hate me.
They can never solve my problem, and they can't get my power.
Haha, stupid humans...
Always hoping for things they can't control.
And there is something like this in me.
How should I describe it?
It seems a bit arrogant to say this:
Everything can always develop according to my wishes——
As long as I "think".
This is very complicated to say. I seem to be born with such a power. As long as my thoughts are stirred up, reality will change.
For example, I can make my dying self return to normal overnight.
I can also make a project that is progressing smoothly suddenly spiral out of control and kill a nasty person in an instant.
Haha, as long as I "think".
There are only rare times when "thinking" doesn't work: when I can't construct a tangible picture in my mind, "thinking" fails and change doesn't happen.
But most of the time, as long as I "think", everything goes as I expect.
Human beings are being manipulated by me without even realizing it.
We torture each other and enjoy it...
Until one day.
Before things got too boring, the man showed up.
He is a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and sparse hair, and a pair of affectionate eyes embedded in his innocent face.
He is my savior.
It freed me from a boring world and gave me a warm bed, clean clothes and a comfortable place to live.
But he kept my codename, Ariel.
"What a beautiful name, it only deserves a unique existence in this world." He said.
I will never forget how he lifted me up from the pool of blood and looked up at my body that was different from ordinary people, with eyes full of love and pity.
People call him "Master Priest"...
Lord Priest...
I studied human pronunciation and recited this title countless times.
Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of language talent, so I can't express it smoothly... Even if I "want", it doesn't help.
My clumsiness in this area overwhelmed me.
Therefore, I didn't know if he knew my thoughts, so I had no choice but to bury them.
Just like I always do.
But this intention grows and grows day after day, like the shade of a towering tree, like the sun shining on me, like the sea infiltrating me.
Whenever I hear him telling the congregation about the world beyond the sky, and whenever his voice enters my perception in a seductive way, I will listen attentively and remember every word he says in my heart.
I know that Ganglamedo is his belief.
That is the true God who comes here in the new world, the master of all things, the father, and the future of the super species.
And I am also a member of a super species.
The aliens in human eyes have finally found their kind.
I long to be his helper!
My Lord Priest...
Then, I became his support.
He knew that I was inconvenient to speak, so he used the pearls condensed from my tears to make a tool that could communicate, and used it to unleash the power of my "thinking".
In fact, he doesn't need to go to such trouble at all.
Whatever his wishes are, I will try my best to realize; whatever goals he wants to achieve, I will do my best to achieve them.
If the process of communication is really helpful, it only adds more descriptions of "thinking". At best, it makes it easier for those pictures to enter my mind more smoothly and then become reality...
He also gave me the same noble status as him - a priest.
So, I killed for him, opened up territories for him, and did everything I could for him.
I never ask for anything in return, because everything I do is for our common vision and to welcome the arrival of our common fathers!
I firmly believe in all this without any doubt.
If it weren't for that guy Kuhl, maybe I could always maintain such a firm belief!
That was an incredible accident.
Damn Kool, responded to my muttering.
His ridicule made me feel even more embarrassed...
"Aha? You are a dragon!"
He taunted me in a "language" that only we can understand:
"He actually made a dragon identity card holder a priest! He actually...ah, I see, it could be that your secret hasn't been discovered yet!"
With malicious smugness, he said words that made me regret listening:
"If he finds out that you are a dragon, everything you have now will be in vain! Dragons are dangerous aliens. Neither you nor I will gain their true trust."
Dragon type?
Am I a dragon?
No……
Of course I know what dragons mean to our fathers, but I never thought that I had any relationship with dragons!
But Kuhl, this abominable "evil dragon", easily tore up my dream...
If being able to communicate in dragon language is proof, then I won't be able to refute it.
The once focused days are gone forever, and the days of uneasiness started without any warning...
I finally understood that I was still an "alien" and I should not expect anything from my compatriots.
But Kuhl never came to expose me.
Later I heard that he died. He happened to be killed by another dragon card holder.
That man has a weird name - Qianlong, don't use it.
What's even more coincidental is that I have become a secret weapon for hunting hidden dragons.