Newborn, Part 1

Balrid silently watched the person on the hospital bed.

He gently removed his hat and held it before him, trying to hide something. But he still sighed and turned away.

"Thank you for Professor Bal's cooperation. Otherwise, we might have needed some troublesome measures to take her away safely."

Two figures abruptly emerged from the air beside the hospital room.

They wore biological armor resembling optical camouflage. Their entire bodies were wrapped within the armor, without a single facial feature or part of their bodies exposed.

"Remember your promise," Balrid said quietly. He recalled his former student, Florent.

"In this cruel world, letting you live freely may itself be a form of torment. Better dead. Once you are dead, you will not see any more."

His long life had already shown him too many partings of joy and sorrow. If he had been younger, he would never have agreed to the Eternal Silence Party's proposal.

But now—

He understood one truth: some things remained meaningless no matter how stubbornly one persisted.

Abandoning a small part in exchange for greater benefits, more resources, and more opportunities was what was truly worth doing.

Balrid slowly walked to the door, gripped the handle, and gently twisted it.

Click.

The hospital room door slowly opened.

He walked out slowly, turned sideways, and looked at Kashulia behind him.

The last light in the room gradually dimmed and vanished in the reflection of his eyes.

Click.

The door closed.

The two remaining Eternal Silence Party biological armor users exchanged glances. One quickly stepped forward and lifted Kashulia.

The other opened the window and began setting up a directional teleportation jump device.

Kashulia groggily regained a sliver of consciousness.

She had once undergone intense drug-resistance training, and she had earned full marks in that course.

The effect